Emperor of the Heavens

Chapter 62 The Little Spirit Mountain of the Cheating Dad (New book express, please collect)

"Rubbish!"

"Rubbish!"

"Still rubbish!"

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This is the fourth Little Spirit Mountain that Wang Jinglong has climbed. He glanced over more than 20 low-level spirit arts and then threw them back to their original positions.

After climbing the first three Xiaoling Mountains safe and sound, the pressure from the fourth Xiaoling Mountain finally slowed down Wang Jinglong's speed, but it was only a little slower than before.

Looking extremely disappointed at the Ling Jue floating in front of his eyes, Wang Jinglong set his eyes on the fifth Little Spirit Mountain.

Running all the way, he had already passed Xu Ning who had set off earlier than him on the third mountain. Xu Ning was like a ghost after seeing Wang Jinglong rushing in front of him.

"If I'm not wrong, he was looking for a spiritual art, and he definitely didn't regard it as a test, nor did he take into account the obstacles on Xiaoling Mountain."

"What's even more unbelievable is that his speed slowed down only after climbing four mountains. Judging from the current situation, what Elder Cang Ming said is not false. This boy should be able to climb the sixth Little Spirit Mountain. , but I am afraid that is also his limit!"

"Don't forget, he only has the strength of the early stage of the seventh level of spiritual veins. Before that, can any of you imagine that a cultivator at the early stage of the seventh level of spiritual veins can reach the sixth Little Spirit Mountain?"

As soon as these words came out, all the elders watching in the hall fell into silence, and after a while, a faint voice sounded.

"Little Spirit Mountain can no longer be too much of a hindrance to him, this son is wanted by the Holy Dragon Spiritual Academy!"

Elder Cangming, who was dozing in the corner, suddenly opened his eyes, then got up and floated out of the hall.

"Hey, the person who seems to be the calmest is actually more impatient than anyone else!"

"Perhaps for Wang Jinglong, it may be really worthwhile for Old Ghost Cangming to do this. Don't forget that in the Southern Territory Tianjiao Conference two years later, the talent displayed by Wang Jinglong may really be able to fight for it." .”

"But Wang Jinglong only has the strength of the seventh level of spiritual veins now, and I'm afraid it's too late in terms of time."

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Wang Jinglong, who was hesitating at the foot of the fifth Little Spirit Mountain, was hesitant to give up climbing the mountain, obviously not aware that he was valued by the old monsters of the Holy Dragon Spiritual Academy, and they insisted on recruiting him into the Holy Dragon Spiritual Academy. middle.

"Forget it, since it's here, it's safe, it's just a small experience!"

With such a performance, Wang Jinglong knew that he might have attracted the attention of many people. If he finished climbing the seven small spirit mountains, it would definitely cause a great sensation in the country of Qing. This was not what Wang Jinglong hoped for.

But once the third turn of the "Nine Turns of the Holy Spirit Jue" is hidden in Xiaoling Mountain, then his previous efforts will not be wasted. Compared with the third turn of the "Spiritual Jue", what is it that caused a mere sensation?

After pondering for a while, Wang Jinglong chose to continue walking. The spiritual pressure on the fifth Xiaoling mountain was stronger than that on the fourth one, which made his speed much slower.

"The fifth mountain suppressed me so strongly. It seems that to ascend the seventh Xiaoling mountain, I have to spend a lot of effort."

Although the speed was suppressed, Wang Jinglong's pace and rhythm were not greatly affected.

The closer he got to the top of the mountain, the more obvious Wang Jinglong felt a bone-piercing chill overwhelming him, almost the same as the chill he encountered before entering Xiaoling Mountain.

Breathing out a breath of cold air, Wang Jinglong summoned Ling Jue who was floating in the mid-air of Fifth Mountain.

"Cangyun destroys the heart palm!"

"Tianwu ten masters!"

"Fire Flame Confers Heaven Kung Fu!"

"These middle-level spirit arts of the third rank are barely worth it. They may be of great value to Qingguo practitioners, but to me they are still rubbish. It seems that it is basically in vain to find what I want! "

After flipping through it, Wang Jinglong's face was filled with disappointment again.

If Dragon Swallowing Elephant could freely enter and exit this space, Wang Jinglong wouldn't have to go up one mountain after another to find it.

It's a pity that due to the coercion of this space and the surveillance of outside cultivators, the Dragon Swallowing Elephant had to continue hiding in the Holy Spirit Heaven and Earth.

"Do you have any guesses that this son will accept Old Man Cang Ming's invitation?"

"I hope he is rejected. In that case, this old guy will lose face."

"I think it's you who are tempted by Wang Jinglong. Isn't it too late to recruit him into your Canglei Spiritual Academy at this time?"

"Aren't everyone here not tempted? With the strength shown by this kid, if it is said that he has no connection with that horrible family, would you believe it? Moreover, once it is confirmed where Wang Jinglong is from, you will still be in the same Su family? "

The old man in silver moon costume looked at the crowd, with a slight smile on his face, and said sarcastically.

Everyone did not respond to the elder's words, but stared at the spar in the hall, hoping to find out what kind of spiritual art Wang Jinglong was looking for, hoping to use it as a bargaining chip for the invitation.

Wang Jinglong's performance, which can be said to be like a man descending from heaven, still conceals the strength shown by other cultivators in Xiaoling Mountain, even Xu Ning who has already logged into the fourth mountain.

The clothes fluttered, and the bone-piercing chill hit his face, which made Wang Jinglong feel a sharp pain on his face. The peak of the sixth mountain was already in his eyes, but the speed of his progress was suppressed even more.

Every time he steps up a hundred steps, Wang Jinglong has to stop, adjust his breath, and then continue to the next hundred steps.

There are tens of thousands of steps leading to the top of the sixth Xiaoling Mountain, and Wang Jinglong kept taking a rest every one hundred steps, and it started to become ninety steps, eighty steps.
As he approached the summit of the sixth mountain, Wang Jinglong's body began to tremble a little. Looking at the ten or so Lingjue floating in the distance, hope rose again in his eyes.

"I really don't want to go to the Seventh Mountain, I hope there can be the third round of the "Nine Turns of the Holy Spirit Jue" here!"

Standing on the peak of the Sixth Mountain, Wang Jinglong would stop every time he took a step forward to recover the exhausted spiritual energy in his body, leaving a row of deep footprints under his feet.

"It's unbelievable that he actually climbed the Sixth Mountain, and he can make up for the consumed spiritual power in a short time."

"Is this child really just a cultivator at the early stage of the seventh level of spiritual veins?"

"Elder Cang Ming is really powerful, and his words came true."

"When it comes to strength, I may be slightly better than Cang Ming, but when it comes to vision, I'm far behind him, too much!"

Although a group of people had some doubts about Wang Jinglong's ability to climb the sixth mountain, it was still unimaginable that Wang Jinglong could climb the sixth mountain at such a fast speed.

Standing on the top of the Sixth Mountain, Wang Jinglong flipped through the dozen or so spirit arts in front of him, and couldn't help cursing, "Damn it, this Little Spirit Mountain is too bad!"

(End of this chapter)