Prehistoric Rebellion

Chapter 135 Apprenticeship
The Phantom Mist Planet is one of the countless cultivation planets in the Clear Star Domain. It is not considered a big planet, but can only be regarded as a medium cultivation star.

But even so, there are thousands of sects of cultivation.Among them, Yuxuanzong is the champion, because Yuxuanzong has more than a dozen masters in the Guidan stage, and more than a hundred masters in the Yuanying stage, with tens of thousands of disciples, and the power is huge, so he is domineering.

The Qingyuan Sect has only been founded for three generations, and the current suzerain, Qingyuanzi, is the only Nascent Soul master.After all the calculations, no one in the entire Qingyuan Sect has ever ascended, which is much worse than those sects that have had their predecessors successfully ascended. If it weren't for the second generation of Qingyuanzi who was a Nascent Soul stage master, the entire Qingyuan Sect would have ascended. Pai is not even considered a cultivator.

The above is the information that Feng Wubing has learned these days.

At this time, Feng Wubing was absorbing the aura of heaven and earth on Yaori Peak, slowly recovering his primordial spirit.

Liu Lin didn't know when he came to Feng Wubing's side, and when he finished his work and stood up, he hurriedly took his hand and ran to Chasing Star Peak, and said while running, "Master, the old man is already in Qingyuan Hall After waiting for a long time, there are still twelve senior brothers there, and you are the only one left. After today, you will be a member of my Qingyuan sect, and then you will be our little junior brother. I, Liu Lin, finally Say goodbye to that embarrassing position at the bottom!"

Feng Wubing had a helpless wry smile on his face. What is meant by "the awkward position at the bottom"? It's really like a dog can't spit out ivory. It's just that there is still a trace of warmth rushing through the body after the wry smile. They didn't regard themselves as outsiders. Qingyuan Zizi didn't despise himself because he didn't have a spiritual root. He only said that he had to accept himself as a disciple because he had no home to return to.

When the two arrived at Qingyuan Hall, Qingyuanzi, who was dressed in a blue black robe, had already led twelve disciples standing there with smiles on their faces.

Feng Wubing took two quick steps, and bowed to Qing Yuanzi first: "I have seen Master!"

Qing Yuanzi nodded with a smile to wake up Feng Wubing, and said: "Yang Chen, follow me in and finish the apprentice ceremony!"

Feng Wubing nodded, and followed a group of people to file in. After a very simple apprentice ceremony, Qing Yuanzi said solemnly: "Yang Chen, from today onwards you are the third generation disciple of my Qingyuan Sect. Fourteen. There are no big rules for joining my Qingyuan Sect, just remember not to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, and not to associate with people of the devil way!"

Feng Wubing was slightly taken aback, then nodded in response: "Disciple must remember Master's teachings!"

Qing Yuanzi smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, here I have a clock that I just refined, it's not considered a sharp weapon, I give it to you. From now on, you will be our Qing Yuan Sect's disciple of ringing the bell!"

After speaking, he took out a palm-sized copper bell from his sleeve and threw it into Feng Wubing's hand.

This time Feng Wubing was completely stunned!Such a familiar scene, such familiar words, he was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to his previous life, the old man who had just entered the Taoist sect accepted himself as a disciple in this way, and threw himself a broken copper bell just like this...

Everything is stored in memory and will never come back.

However, today's scene made Feng Wubing's eyes turn red. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he knelt heavily on the ground, bowed his head sincerely and said: "This disciple must live up to the expectations of the master and make his own contribution to the Qingyuan Sect. contribute!"

The firm words speak of eternal determination, Qing Yuanzi never imagined that his performance just now made Feng Wubing completely return to the Qingyuan Sect, and completely integrated into the Qingyuan Sect's sharing weal and woe from his mind and body.However, it didn't affect his sincerity in knowing Feng Wubing, which made him very happy, he hurriedly supported Feng Wubing to get up and laughed non-stop.

The thirteen senior brothers also showed kind smiles to Feng Wubing. In just a short moment, they accepted Feng Wubing as one of them. A person who is comparable to a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage, but whose combat power is enough to kill a fairy!

Feng Wubing is such a person, as long as you treat him well, he will treat you a thousand times better; if you hate him, then he will make you pay a heavy price.He is a person with clear grievances and grievances, and has nothing to do with blood!
In this way, Feng Wubing settled down in the Qingyuan Sect, and he was free to look up the classics in the sect, which was exactly what he needed urgently. Taihuangtian's inheritance, but obviously those are too advanced. He needs to systematically study the basic knowledge of the cultivation world, supplemented by Taihuangtian's secret treasures. In such a short few months, he is like a fish in water. It can be said that he has laid a solid foundation for the road of cultivation. Foundation.

Qing Yuanzi looked at Feng Wubing who worked hard every day, and he was also very happy, but he often lamented to the other thirteen disciples that if Feng Wubing could have a spiritual root, then his future achievements must be extraordinary.

This greatly stimulated all the disciples, and everyone who had been lazy at first started to work hard. Suddenly, the aura of the three peaks of Yaori, Yingyue, and Chasing Stars fluctuated violently, and the whole sect fell into a frenzy of cultivation, which surprised Qing Yuanzi Endless!
Yaori Peak, the sun is just rising at this time, when the first ray of sunlight hits, a cyan vitality floats out from Feng Wubing's nostrils, spreads in the sky above the head, rotates slowly, gradually changes the color, merges into a A warm purple current flowed directly from his Baihui acupoint to the Yuanshen of the Zifu, generating traces of the power of the Yuanshen, and the Yuanshen gradually moved towards recovery.

For several months, Feng Wubing refined the purple qi of the rising sun every day, constantly repairing the exhausted Yuanshen. Up to now, the Yuanshen has improved a lot, and he can open his eyes, but the god between the eyebrows of the Yuanshen Eyes are still dim.

Feng Wubing is not in a hurry, he believes that as long as there is enough time, he will recover one day, because this is a clear star field far away from the black star field, it is really difficult to find himself in the vast four star fields Things, even if someone from the upper world comes to him, he is not afraid, he still has his own means, at worst, he will kill the immortal again!
"Even if I face hundreds of millions of immortals and gods, I, Feng Wubing, have nothing to fear. Only after fighting will I know if I am dead or alive!" Feng Wubing said fiercely to himself.

Flipping his hands to take out the wooden box snatched from Lu Dingbing, Feng Wubing smiled. It contained a god-level Yuanjing, and he didn't know how the Lu family got it, anyway, it wasn't the one from the Guangming Sect.I didn't expect that I didn't get the one from the Guangming Cult, but got this other one. It's really luck!
"Old Fourteen, you are indeed here, hurry up and follow me, Master has something to announce!" Liu Lin's voice came from behind.

Feng Wubing put away the wooden box, looked at Liu Lin with an obscene smile on his face, and shook his head helplessly. Ever since this "smart" got rid of the bottom position, he often called "Old Fourteen" It is really helpless.

Regardless of Feng Wubing's grievance, Liu Lin grabbed him and ran towards Qingyuan Hall like Feng Wubing.

(End of this chapter)