Underworld Rebirth: Boss, you are dead!

Chapter 47 Jun Aotian, Son of Luck?
Yang Xiu was finally able to ascertain that the black ring on the man's right hand contained an old soul that had ascended to the peak of the world!
Jiu Jianxian whispered: "You have good eyesight, little brother Yang, don't think that kid is an old cow pretending to be a kid at the beginning of the Mahayana realm, that kid is really only 20 years old!"

"Oh, the old cow is pretending to be a calf, but twenty... what?"

Yang Xiu's attention was completely on the black ring, and he almost didn't react:

"He's only 20?"

20-year-old Mahayana.

This place doesn't seem like a fairyland!

Jiu Jianxian: "This kid is the Ninth Prince of the Zhongzhou Imperial Court. He seems to be called Jun Aotian. He is pregnant with the Holy Body of the human race. He crushes all the arrogances in the spirit world. It is said that when he was born, a real fairy appeared in the clouds of the palace!"

The holy body of the human race is rare in ten thousand years.

It is clear that as long as Jun Aotian does not die halfway, he will be promoted to the fairy world at an extremely fast speed, and he will have a "passport" to directly join the Taoist system of the fairy world: Heaven!
Generally, people who ascend from the spiritual world to the immortal world, regardless of whether they enter Taoism or Buddhism, have to start as "little soldiers" in small forces.

This Jun Aotian is truly a fairy road!
Yang Xiu: "Good guy, I'll just call him good guy!"

20 years old, early stage of Mahayana realm!
Calculated according to Yang Xiu's age in the underworld, when he was 20 years old, he was still attending classes at Guihun Preparatory Academy, and his realm was still in Yuanying!

"Human Eucharist, tsk tsk."

Envy is inevitable, this is the standard protagonist of invincible cool novels.

Yang Xiu looked at himself again, No. 600 in the past 1 years of the earth!
And then it seemed like that was the case.

Yang Xiu now completely gave up on investigating the soul of the peak of the Ascension Realm hidden in Jun Aotian's ring.

This Jun Aotian definitely has a lot of luck in the spirit world, and he must not mess with this future strong man in the fairy world just for a mere ascension peak soul!
Low-key is king!

However, Jun Aotian doesn't seem to know how to write the word "low-key". Seeing that those people standing by the pool of questioning swords can't get a magic weapon for a long time, Jun Aotian said:

"It seems that you are not very good at it, let me try it!"

Because of Jun Aotian's potential and royal blood, when he was eight years old, he was conferred the title of "Holy Body King" by the current emperor.

That's why he called himself "the King"!
In the eyes of the royal family, this Jun Aotian is bound to be promoted to the Immortal Realm in a short period of time, and he is not suitable to succeed the emperor.

This made Jun Aotian not be dragged down by the royal family's battle, but the whole family of the royal family, no matter who they are, are rare for this human holy body.

When Jun Aotian came out, the people around him automatically moved out of the way.

I saw Jun Aotian soaring into the air directly, and flew to the center of the Sword Asking Pond, crossed his legs and began to meditate.

It didn't take long for the water in the sword washing pool to boil, and a terrifying coercion struck.

Someone exclaimed: "This is the fluctuation of a middle-grade fairy weapon! A middle-grade fairy weapon!"

In the spirit world, resources and spiritual energy are relatively scarce compared to the fairy world.

Therefore, the highest level of magic weapon that can be refined in the spirit world is generally the low-grade fairy weapon level.

However, certain secret techniques, coupled with the right time, place and people, can allow a foundry in the Ascension Realm to refine a middle-grade fairy weapon at the cost of falling in his own realm.

It can be said that middle-grade fairy artifacts are magic weapons belonging to the top forces in the spiritual world.

Right now, Jun Aotian actually aroused the middle-grade fairy weapon in this sword-asking pool!
All the people present were amazed.

Even Jiu Jianxian boasted: "This child's luck is really strong."

Yang Xiu was naturally surprised, but he was faking it.

It's just a middle-grade fairy weapon.

He has two!

Not to mention middle-grade immortal artifacts, even high-grade immortal artifacts, he has seen them all at auctions!
It's not too surprising to say that.

A long spear finally flew out of the Sword Washing Pool.

However, the spear seemed to want to break free.

Jun Aotian was full of pride for a moment:

"Since you have been lured out, then don't think about leaving, and be refined by this king obediently!"

Jun Aotian flew out, caught up with the spear in the blink of an eye, and held it firmly in his hand.

The spear trembled crazily, Jun Aotian simply released his huge spiritual power, and used his spiritual power to forcibly suppress the spear.

"Balong Seven Star Gun, what a name!"

Jun Aotian carried the Tyrannosaurus Seven-Star Gun directly behind his back, and returned to the shore.

The others were already dumbfounded.

Is this middle-grade immortal artifact so easy to refine?

How come you stop making noise in the blink of an eye?
Yang Xiu understood in his heart.

With Jun Aotian's early stage Mahayana strength, it is impossible to refine a middle-grade fairy weapon even if it is a human holy body.

This is also thanks to the soul of the peak of the Ascension Realm in Jun Aotian's black ring. It was he who suddenly woke up and helped Long Aotian to initially refine the Tyrannosaurus Seven Star Spear in a very short period of time.

In the follow-up, this Jun Aotian will have to spend a lot of effort to refine it completely.

Jiu Jianxian urged: "You also go up and try!"

Yang Xiu: "Pull it down, Daoist Mo, with Jun Aotian's hand, who would dare to hunt for treasure behind him? Isn't this asking for trouble, wait a minute."

Jiu Jianxian became impatient: "Hey, you are also in the early stage of Mahayana, how can you lose to young people? Besides, the long time of this Dao is very precious, you... Brother Yang, how long do you have to wait? be with you!"

There was an extra pot of Orchid Fragrance in his hand, and Jiu Jianxian couldn't wait to blow on the bottle.

The changing speed of expression and speech made Yang Xiu feel unmatched.

Yang Xiu's patience was also really sufficient. He waited until all the people present left, but Yang Xiu didn't move yet.

A pot of orchid wisps of incense dragged Shushan Qixia for more than two hours.

If Jiu Jianxian knew that the precious wine in his hand was actually the lowest-priced "mass-produced wine" in Chaoxi Bar, he might not be in a good mood now.

Jiu Jianxian urged: "Okay, little brother Yang, everyone is gone, is it the end of your low profile? Go, go!"

Yang Xiu: "Xinhe, let's go together."

"Yes, my lord."

Yang Xiu and Chu Xinhe came to the sword washing pool side by side.

How to communicate magic weapon two people are very clear.

No need to say much, just feel it silently.

However, the actions of the two are quite different.

Chu Xinhe squatted down, feeling the water while stroking the pool.

Yang Xiu, on the other hand, stood motionless, as if he had entered a kind of mysterious comprehension.

Not long after, Chu Xinhe felt as if a fish was swimming in his hand.

Grab it lightly, and a glove made of white chains comes out of the water!

"Eh? A low-grade fairy artifact!"

Chu Xinhe played with the delicate white chain gloves.

Compared with the tyranny and struggle of the Balong Qixing gun before, the white gloves held by Chu Xinhe are quite docile.

Chu Xinhe is an innate dao body, although he is possessing someone else at the moment, but the soul nature of the innate dao body still exists.

Those Bailian gloves were highly compatible with Chu Xinhe's innate Taoist body, so they swam into Chu Xinhe's hands.

Chu Xinhe wanted to share the joy with Yang Xiu, but seeing that Yang Xiu was still motionless with his eyes closed, he didn't dare to speak.

Gradually, Yang Xiu's body seemed to be getting lighter and lighter.

The breeze blows, with some dead leaves.

Yang Xiu actually floated up with these dead leaves.

There are dead leaves falling on Xijian Pond, like a boat floating on the water.

As for Yang Xiu, his feet were also stepping on the water.

At this moment, Yang Xiu didn't use any strength, but stood firmly on the water, not even getting his shoes wet.

The Wine Sword Immortal, forgot the last sip of wine in the jug, and murmured:

"The highest kindness is like water?"

(End of this chapter)