The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 309
"Who are you?"

Hearing Feng Qing'an's words, they were discussing how to temporarily trap the Lord of the Ghost Country, or hinder his actions a little, and all of them cast their gazes at Feng Qing'an. A young man with a three-pointed air, look at Feng Qing'an.

Because it was brought by Hua Herring from XingXiu Dao True Inheritance, no one questioned whether Feng Qing'an was suspicious, but they didn't ask too much, just glanced at her for a while, and stopped paying attention, the most important thing.

The main reason is that Feng Qing'an's appearance at this moment is really hard to make people feel friendly. Although his figure is tall and straight, his facial features are sharpened like a knife, but his steps are flimsy, his face is pale and blue.

Hua Qingyu was ignorant and thought that Feng Qing'an was seriously injured in order to deal with a ghost king and lost his blood. However, most of the Tianjiao present were men, so how could they fail to see why Feng Qing'an looked like this.

This is obviously caused by indulging in beauty and excessive depletion of essence.Although practitioners don't shy away from this matter, as long as monks with reasonable consciousness, they know how to restrain themselves, and they will never toss themselves to such a degree.

With Feng Qing'an's appearance, even if he was brought over by XingXiu Daoist Master, the people present basically regarded him as an insignificant person—practicing and seeking Tao, but he couldn't resist mere beauty, what achievements could he have?
Only Jin Wuying, who has really seen Feng Qingan's vision, was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that Feng Qingan's words were shocking, saying that all their plans and calculations were all in vain .

"Nanhua Luzhou, a nameless casual cultivator, the wind is clean and safe."

Feng Qing'an knew that his current appearance as a prodigal dandy was a little ugly, but the matter had come to this point, and there was no way out, so he bowed his hands and saluted calmly.

"Loose repair?"

The romantic young man who asked aloud sneered immediately, and instead of looking at Feng Qing'an, he looked at Hua Qingyu, the true transmission of Xingxiu Dao who led him in,

"Hua Zhenchuan, where did you find this guy? It's too dishonest, they've all come here, and they're still hiding it from us."

"I haven't seen a casual cultivator with such a physique as a fellow daoist."

A child who looked immature, with the fluff on his cheeks, spoke, his voice was crisp and clear, like a child.

Their reaction was the same as that of Hua Herring and Jin Wuying when they first saw Feng Qing'an, even though Feng Qing'an was covered by the heavenly jade.

However, according to the impact on the surrounding things and the flow of surrounding aura when he moves his hands and feet, it is still possible to roughly determine which level he is in.

Even if it is covered by the magical powers of secret treasures, as long as it is still breathing, absorbing and refining the aura around it, or even just walking around, it will inevitably have an impact on the surrounding things, and the impact and changes on the surrounding can be used to infer , see the true chapter in the subtleties.

Even though Feng Qing'an looks like an overindulgent swinger, the inspirations that naturally rush to his body while he is walking can't fool anyone.

Just like those martial arts barbarians, those who can eat more than their peers when they first exercise their physique must have better talents. If after practicing martial arts, they still eat slowly like a lady, such a person , It is difficult to achieve success in martial arts.

When a monk eats food, he will naturally not eat more than those vulgar men. Only the inspiration that can be swallowed between breaths can reflect a monk's realm and monastic talent from the side.

A cultivator with profound realm and outstanding talent can pretend to be weak in cultivation and poor in aptitude, but the reverse is impossible. Weakness cannot pretend to be strong.

"He didn't lie to you, he is indeed a casual cultivator, and he has a very good talent for cultivating the Tao, but unfortunately, the luck was a little bit bad, and he went the wrong way."

Without even thinking about it, Hua Qingyu stood in front of Feng Qing'an and endorsed him. She brought him here. These guys are questioning Feng Qing'an, and they are also questioning her.

"Good cultivation talent? How good?"

It was fine that Hua Qingyu didn't speak, but the majestic Xingxiu Daoist Biography, praised a person who had never seen anyone present for his excellent talent, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

A woman with a cold complexion, who seemed to be carved from black ice, opened her mouth, her sharp eyes were like sharp swords, falling on Feng Qingan's body, it actually made his cheeks hurt.

This female Tianjiao didn't have much kindness towards him.Feng Qing'an could feel that there seemed to be a bit of disdain in the depths of her eyes.

But Feng Qing'an can also understand, who made him look like an unrestrained drunkard now.In this case, it is normal to be despised.

"The person who can make Hua Zhenzhuan open his mouth to praise must be extremely talented, and he must be a top-notch Daoist of the Xianzong sect. I wonder if you can let me see it and open my eyes."

The flirtatious young man with his hair tied up in a hosta, wearing white clothes and a green shirt over his outer cover, looked at Feng Qing'an with a half-smile, as if he was looking forward to it, but at the same time he seemed to be acting strangely, making people uncertain about his attitude.

"Feng Qing'an, manifest your pulse, don't be polite, let these guys with eyes above the top see what a real arrogance is."

Hua Qingyu also looked at Feng Qing'an, faintly thinking that watching the excitement is not a big deal.

"If you want to communicate with these guys on an equal footing, you have to show your talent, otherwise they won't take what you say at all."

Almost at the same moment, Feng Qing'an's ear rang Hua Herring's voice, which was the sound transmission of spiritual thoughts that only he could hear.

"Ok, I know."

Feng Qingan immediately understood that as a newcomer, if he wanted to enter the circle of a group of Taoist talents, he had to have the qualifications to have an equal dialogue with them.

This qualification is neither the background of the teacher, nor the skills they practice, nor the magical weapons in their hands, but their innate physique and talents that can surpass the same monks and stand at the forefront of their generation.

How to show the talent and aptitude of a monk?

For the monks who have opened up the immortal veins, there is nothing that can prove themselves more simply and directly than the vision that evolved when opening up the immortal veins.

The evolution of the vision does not only depend on the innate physique of a monk, but also the hard work of the monks. There are many monks who are born with mortal bodies. Through the accumulation of Qi Condensation, they evolve into the pulse of the upper third rank, and even the first rank. .

The reason why Tianjiao is Tianjiao is not only because their starting point from birth crushed most people, but more importantly, their acquired efforts also surpassed countless monks in the world.

Underworld
Feng Qing'an is extremely confident about the vision of immortality that he has cultivated with the "Six Yin Youtian Immortals", because before him, even the founder of the Immortals, even the founder of the Yinhun sect, was very confident. It may not be possible to practice a first-class pulse condition.

But he practiced this method to become immortal, surpassing all the monks who practiced this method. This is definitely a peak that a latecomer of this method cannot overcome no matter what.

After all, for a monk who has the aptitude to cultivate the vision of the immortal rank, who would cultivate such a crooked immortal scripture?That is self-destruction of the future, and only a guy like him who already has immortality and doesn't take longevity seriously can act so recklessly.

The gray and black mist quietly floated around Feng Qing'an, inside the small Qiankun formation with the meaning of mustard seed Nasumi, the golden dragon and jade phoenix on the carved beams and painted buildings, the mighty lion on the purple gold incense burner, and the eight-fold jade screen The Taotao Immortal in the middle... The air was transpiring, and the many treasures filled with mysterious light were suddenly cast a shadow.

The gods and beasts became vicious, and the benevolent Fulu Immortals also became sinister. This small universe independent of the ghost town suddenly turned into a bad land, which was more dangerous than the streets of the ghost town where thousands of ghosts walked.

"Hua Qingyu, who did you bring back?"

The childish cultivator screamed in fright, and with a slight swipe of his baby-fat little hand, a shining golden string appeared in his hand, filled with fairy light, flying around his body like a dragon or a snake. .

"Ghost repair?"

The female cultivator, who seemed to be formed from ice, frowned slightly, her thin red lips parted slightly, and a ray of mysterious light flew out, turning into a crystal clear ice jade flying sword, hanging by her side, sprinkled a little bit of ice crystals Jade crumbs are beyond the dust and refined, like a sword fairy descending to earth.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

The young Tianjiao, who originally had an incomprehensible smile on his face, couldn't smile at the moment, his expression was tense, his face was solemn, he reached out his hand into his sleeve, and took out a strange looking shirt with a flash of fire inside. In the jade cover, the roar of a dragon resounded faintly.

"What are you doing? Do you want to fight under the nose of that ghost fairy? You didn't ask to see it? This is the vision created by Feng Qing'an!"

Hua Qingyu was also taken aback by the vision that Feng Qing'an showed. When Feng Qing'an showed them for the first time, it was not as spectacular as it is now.

The only one who was mentally prepared was the innocent biography of nothingness who had already disappeared into the void, hiding somewhere, but this guy was also quite frightened.

He knew that Feng Qing'an was extraordinary and had hidden a lot, but he never thought that there would be such a horror, and this was a gathering place arranged by a group of arrogances.

Because they were in the ghostly kingdom of ghosts and immortals, they put a lot of thought into it, and even considered the worst situation, they were able to leave a certain amount of time for them to use hidden means to escape.

But this home field they prepared for themselves has become extremely strange at this moment. Although the original layout is still resonant, it seems to be separated by an extremely long distance and it is difficult to touch.

"This is not a vision that humans can cultivate!"

The young monk holding the flintstone mask in his hand stared at Feng Qing'an, and if there was anything wrong, he would throw the stone mask out of his hand.

However, although he is extremely vigilant towards Feng Qing'an, there is one thing that he has to admit, that is, the level of pulse condition cultivated by this guy is indeed ridiculously high, and it cannot be covered by a simple first-grade and second-grade. A coveted fairy product.

"So, I said that Feng Qing'an went the wrong way, and you didn't listen to me?"

Seeing that these guys have all been taken out of the fairy soldiers and secret treasures bestowed by the elders, Hua Qingyu was also a little annoyed. A ray of starlight rose from the top of her head, and then slowly unfolded, turning into an incomparably brilliant picture.

The boundless and vast aura suddenly rushed from it, it was a boundless and vast dark starry sky, dotted with stars shining in it, eternal.

"I warn you, Feng Qing'an is my pre-ordained great disciple to open the mountain, if any of you dare to hurt him, I will fight with you forever!"

The long golden hair danced under the starlight, and the girl standing under the scroll of the eternal starry sky was full of radiance and exuded a powerful and aggressive aura.

The three monks, including the young monk, looked at the starry sky scroll hanging above the girl's head, and consciously put away the fairy artifacts and secret treasures in their hands, caring about more worthy of attention.

"Kaishan disciple?"

Although Feng Qing'an only "littlely" showed his talent, but at the moment, the many geniuses present at the moment looked at Feng Qing'an, who was still pale and extremely depleted of energy and blood. Compared with just now, Feng Qing'an had not changed much. His look is completely different.

"What do you mean?"

The female cultivator, who seemed to be carved out of ice for thousands of years, frowned, realizing something.

"Here, you have also seen that what Feng Qing'an is practicing now is not the method that our human race should practice, so he has decided to re-train Sangong and worship me as his teacher!"

The blond girl finally suppressed her overreaction when she saw these things under her "obscene power". The many arrogances who were able to listen to her honestly put their hands on their hips and swore to them that they owned Feng Qing'an .

"San Gong re-repair!?"

Regardless of his attire or appearance, the monk who looked like a ten-year-old child exclaimed, and looked at Feng Qing'an with a little more admiration.

"Do you really have this plan?"

"I do have plans to re-recover Sangong, but I haven't decided to join the Xingxiu Dao yet."

Feng Qing'an put away the Nether World, and then corrected a certain guy who was ruthless, trying to fish in troubled waters, and muddle through his speech.

"Feng Qing'an, I've defended you so much, you don't want to be grateful, just worship me as your teacher on the spot, but you still lose my face, I won't help you again next time."

Seeing the ruthless young man tearing things apart, Hua Qingyu's face immediately collapsed. He put away the scroll of starry sky above his head with some annoyance, folded his hands on his chest, and walked aside angrily, as if he didn't want to talk to him.

"I have already made a wrong choice once, how can I make a wrong choice a second time. Practicing and seeking the Tao is not a child's play."

Feng Qing'an looked serious. Although he has obtained eternity and immortality, he has unlimited opportunities for trial and error in theory, but this cannot be exposed to others.

"What Fellow Daoist Feng said is very true. For all of us in our generation, when we practice and seek the Tao, we can only go further if we choose the most suitable path. There is a chance to repent, but the vast majority of monks in this world cannot be re-elected."

Hearing what Feng Qing'an said, the eyes of the monk in blue and white clothes lit up, and he was no longer indifferent and resistant before, but became rather enthusiastic.

(End of this chapter)