Peerless little Shennong

Chapter 1020

I don't know how long the car has been driving. When rows of street lights flashed outside the window, the car stopped.

After getting out of the car, Lu Xiaobei stood on a straight and wide avenue.

Nearby is actually a long city wall.

The city wall encloses a tower tens of meters high.

There are three bold characters on the gate tower, Yin Yang Tomb.

There is an arched entrance under the city gate, but the strange thing is that there is no door at this entrance, and there is a vague aura emerging from this arched shape.

"Let's go!" The old man in blue walked in front, Hong Ling followed closely behind, and Lu Xiaobei walked last.

Approaching the arched entrance, the old man in blue took out the blue badge from his arms.

The old man pressed a stone brick on the thick city wall, revealing a concave opening.

He put the badge in, and two red-painted doors appeared in the arched entrance.

Putting away the green dragon badge, Hong Ling stepped forward and opened the door.

The heavy iron gate made a heavy sound, and then his eyes lit up, and rows of huge buildings appeared in Lu Xiaobei's eyes.

"This, this... this door still has a mechanism!" Lu Xiaobei said dumbfounded.

"Hehe, it's just to prevent foreign aggression!"

The voice of the old man in Tsing Yi fell to the ground, and two figures suddenly fell from the city wall.

"Elder Qinglong, you...why are you here?" One of the young men in armor bowed in surprise.

"Bring a disciple from a foreign race into the tomb, and guard it carefully!" Elder Qinglong said lightly.

"Yes!"

Just like that, Lu Xiaobei walked in with Elder Qinglong.

There is still a straight avenue in front of me, and at the end of the avenue is a very magnificent hall, which has the structure of five spines and six beasts.

There are three houses on the left and right sides of the main hall, and these three houses are quite similar to Taoist temples.

The two sides of the straight avenue are planted with that kind of sycamore, but at this time the autumn leaves have fallen, and it looks very desolate.

"Hong Ling, take Lu Xiaobei to register as a foreign disciple, and I'll go see the mound master." The old man in Tsing Yi said.

"Good master."

Elder Qinglong patted Lu Xiaobei on the shoulder and said: "Yin-Yang Tomb is no different from the outside world. Everything depends on strength. Hong Ling will explain the situation here clearly to you. You will have to rely on yourself in the future. There are many opportunities here. To take advantage of!"

"Thank you, old sir!"

Elder Qinglong smiled, and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something, stopped and said, "Call me Elder Mu from now on!"

The old man walked away from a fork in the main road, and Lu Xiaobei was a little dazed looking at the huge building complex in front of him.

Turning around and looking, the city wall is still there, and the two red-painted gates are tightly closed.

Before Lu Xiaobei could recover, Hong Ling's voice sounded.

"Follow me." Hong Ling walked towards a side road on the left.

"Beautiful sister, is this an imaginary place or a real place?" Lu Xiaobei followed Hong Ling's pace and couldn't help asking the question he had been thinking about.

"Unreal? Hehe, this is the real place, and Baiyun Mountain is our residence! As for the unreal you mentioned, maybe you mean the underground!" Hong Ling said coldly.

"Are there buildings underground?"

"Yes, but you can't go there with your current cultivation level, and foreign disciples don't have the qualifications. Let's talk about going underground to practice after you stand out in the Yin-Yang Pond competition!" Hong Ling said lightly.

"What is Yinyang Pond?" Lu Xiaobei looked blank.

"The Yin-Yang Pool is a benefit for the disciples of foreign races. The water in the pool combines the Yin-Yang aura of the heaven and the earth. If you can soak in this Yin-Yang Pool for a few days, your cultivation will have a qualitative leap. But..." Hong Ling said Stopped here.

"But what?"

Hong Ling looked at Lu Xiaobei, shook his head and said, "According to your current cultivation, I'm afraid you don't even have the qualifications to compete in the Yin Yang Pool!"

This sentence really hit Lu Xiaobei a lot.

"Beautiful sister, is my current cultivation level very low in the Yin Yang Tomb?" Lu Xiaobei asked unwillingly.

"It's not just low, it's terrible. I don't know why the master brought you into the Yin-Yang Tomb. This is simply the biggest insult to the Yin-Yang Tomb. Do you know that the lowest cultivation level to enter the Yin-Yang Tomb is the third-ranked Yin-Yang art?" Read the cultivation base of Xindan." Hong Ling didn't care about Lu Xiaobei's feelings at all, and kept hitting Lu Xiaobei.

"The realm of Reading Heart Pill!" Lu Xiaobei's heart sank.

The cultivation level of Yin Yang Art is not straight up and down, each level has nine ranks.

Although Lu Xiaobei has now entered the realm of the Art of Nothingness, he is only in the early stage of Art of Nothingness.

There is still a gap from the early stage to the mid-term, but this mere gap is a huge gap in strength.

Early stage, middle stage, late stage, peak period, small success period, great success period, small void period, great void period, nothingness period.

This is the ninth level of the realm of nothingness.

Onmyoji is very different from other sects in practice, and the level of each level is different.

While Lu Xiaobei was thinking, Hong Ling seemed to feel that his words were too harsh, and immediately patted Lu Xiaobei on the shoulder and said: "You don't have to be sad, since you have entered the Yin-Yang Tomb, you should practice hard and don't let my master down. He Since you have been chosen to be promoted as a disciple of the Yin-Yang Tomb, you must have something special."

After saying this, Hong Ling continued to walk forward.

Lu Xiaobei followed with a heavy expression.

Follow the fork to a small wooden house with bright lights.

Hong Ling knocked on the door and said, "Master Mu, I'll bring someone to register!"

Creaking, the door was opened, and a middle-aged man with a beard laughed loudly and said, "Hong Ling, why are you here?"

"Brother Mu, your beard has grown a bit thicker. If you are so slovenly, you won't be able to get a wife!" Hong Ling seemed to be very familiar with this Mu boss.

"If I can't find a wife, I'll find your sister, stinky girl!" Master Mu joked.

"My sister doesn't like you, you have been rejected so many times, why don't you give up!" Hong Ling chuckled.

"Don't mention your brother Mu's sadness, who is this kid?" Only then did Mr. Mu take care of looking at Lu Xiaobei.

"Hi Mr. Mu, my name is Lu Xiaobei!"

Lu Xiaobei bowed and said politely.

"Oh? Disciple from a foreign race. Hong Ling, did you accept it?" Mu Zhang asked unknown.

"Brother Mu, are you stupid? I don't have the qualifications to accept disciples. My master accepted them!" Hong Ling said with a smile.

"Elder Qinglong is back?" Master Mu said with a face full of surprise: "Elder Qinglong can personally accept disciples, it seems that this kid is quite capable!"

After saying that, Master Mu roughly grabbed Lu Xiaobei's arm and grabbed his wrist.

After a while, Master Mu let go of his arms and said suspiciously: "How is this possible in the early stages of the Wu Wujue? How could Elder Qinglong accept such a low-level foreign disciple?"

"I don't understand either, maybe there is some undiscoverable terrifying power in him!" Hong Ling said with a smile.

But this smile was too ironic for Lu Xiaobei.

The power of terror?What would that be?

Lu Xiaobei himself didn't understand why Elder Qinglong broke the rules and accepted him into the Yin-Yang Tomb. He didn't know that there was a terrifying power hidden in his body.

"Oh? Terrifying power!" Mu Zhangshi rubbed his chin and smiled.

Then he walked to a wooden table and took out a booklet from a drawer, calling Lu Xiaobei to come over.

"Enter my Yin-Yang Tomb and carry out Yin-Yang affairs. Since Elder Qinglong has spoken, I have to register for you. Stretch out your hand!" Mu Zhangshi said in an orderly tone.

(End of this chapter)