My cultivation script went astray

A few days later, the trial began.

After Chen Lang finished cleaning up, he drove the breaking boat, took the black long sword, and turned into a stream of light and galloped away.

Zhong Yuling also wanted to participate on the grounds of increasing his knowledge, but was rejected by Zhong Haoran, so he had to stay at home and continue writing.

After half a day, a group of mountains appeared.

There were several clear lights flying around, and cranes landed on the ground, staying on a vast grassland.

The big blue ship stopped in the air. Chen Lang jumped down and took back the flying boat.

His flying magic weapon was too big and attracted too much attention. Many people were looking at him.

"Hi, sons and daughters, hello everyone." Chen Lang waved enthusiastically to the other monks.

This made other people look at him one after another, and then looked away indifferently, ignoring him.

"A bit desperate." Someone said indifferently, disgusted with his style.

Chen Lang looked around and soon found someone.

Lu Youzhi was in the crowd, talking with several monks.

"Master Eagle!"

Chen Lang looked at it for a moment and suddenly shouted.

"Who is Master Ying?" Someone was confused and looked along and saw Lu Youzhi.

"nothing."

Chen Lang smiled, and then Lu Youzhi seemed to pay attention to Chen Lang's gaze. He turned his head and looked over. The smile on his face suddenly froze, and he looked at Chen Lang with a murderous expression.

"How dare you come."

Chen Lang sneered, "Not only do I dare to come, I also dare to kill you."

With a whine, he pulled out his black long sword and struck Lu Youzhi hard.

Lu Youzhi frowned and took out the Fengming Incense Burner. The golden incense burner quickly enlarged and blocked the air. It was repulsed with a clang, leaving a shallow mark on the bottom of the incense burner.

"What happened?" Lu Youzhi took back the incense burner, a little surprised, and looked at the sword in Chen Lang's hand. It seemed different from before.

Fengming Lu is an orthodox golden elixir magical weapon, but it was damaged.

"Starfall."

A male monk in white clothes stared at the sword in Chen Lang's hand, "This is that man's broken sword. Isn't it in pieces? Has he claimed his master again?"

"Mo Ruzhen?" A girl with twin tails saw him and seemed to be interested.

"Isn't your father here?" Chen Lang locked his eyes on Lu Youzhi, and the evil energy flowed in his body, with lightning flashing on the blade of the sword. "If he doesn't come, I will send you back first."

After saying that, the sword light struck head-on again.

Lu Youzhi's expression changed. This is the gathering place. The ancestor worship will not start until tomorrow. Fighting is prohibited here.

when!

A crisp sound came out, making everyone's eardrums roar, and they saw a wooden Zen staff flying into the air, blocking Chen Lang's charged sword.

Chen Lang took a few steps back, removed his strength, and the Zen staff slowly flew back and fell into the hands of a silver-haired man.

"Don't be so anxious. I'll get your stick later." Chen Lang looked at the silver-haired man.

The silver-haired man smiled faintly, "Chen Lang, I heard from Master that you got the Ten Thousand Souls Banner from Pingtian Sect and took it out to sign with me."

"You're not worthy yet." Chen Lang said.

He saw that Lu Youzhi had fled along with the crowd, and he felt a little regretful. The Tianjian Sect was really troublesome, with all the rules and regulations, delaying my work.

A day when I miss Pingtianjiao.

"I'm not worthy, so there aren't many people from Tianjian Sect who are worthy." The silver-haired man said, "Bullying some inner disciples makes you think you are good at fighting?"

There are divine patterns flashing on the Zen staff in his hand, and there is murderous intention.

When others saw this, they all backed away. Most of them felt that Chen Lang was not happy, he was too arrogant, and it was necessary for a real master to educate him.

At this time, a sedan suddenly flew through the air and landed between Chen Lang and the silver-haired man.

The sedan chair is spacious and has an ox-dragon at the front and rear.

The cow dragon lay prone on the ground, the curtain was opened, and one foot was exposed, stepping on the grass.

"The Zhong family is here." Someone recognized him.

Seeing the sedan, the divine pattern of the Zen staff in the silver-haired man's hand disappeared, "Zhong Sheng, you really know how to find a place to park."

Zhong Sheng opened the curtain and walked out, greeting Chen Lang, "Brother Chen, what are you doing?"

Chen Lang put away his sword and said, "Just warm up."

Zhong Sheng said with a smile on his face, "Look for Elder Qing's closed disciple to warm up. I'm afraid it will take a long time, which is a bit of a waste of time."

He deliberately reminded that the other party was not an ordinary person and should not be provoked like before.

Chen Lang nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. He came here to meet someone, and he didn't want to fight unless he didn't like it.

Then, Zhong Sheng turned to look at the silver-haired man, "Wuya, the ancestor worship will not start until tomorrow. Before the vigil, it is the time to collect the souls of our ancestors. If you have anything to do, we can talk about it tomorrow."

"good."

The silver-haired man put away his Zen staff and glanced at Chen Lang indifferently, "Fellow Daoist Chen is famous. I thought he had some real ability. It would be meaningless if he relied on the Zhong family to protect him."

He turned and left.

The onlookers also left disappointed. A disciple of Elder Qingguan, with the Taoist name Wuya, attended the ceremony on behalf of Elder Qingguan’s family.

This family ranks fourth in the top ten families of Tianjian Sect. This person is definitely a ruthless character. They want to see if Chen Lang's fame can reach the level of the top ten families.

Maybe we can only wait until tomorrow to see it.

"Brother Chen, are you coming together?" Zhong Sheng invited.

"No." Chen Lang refused.

"Do you still have the Ten Thousand Souls Banner?" Zhong Sheng said, "I didn't mean that. I just wanted to say that this contest is of great significance. It's hard for a sword to help you. It's better to walk together and have someone to take care of you." ”

Chen Lang still shook his head and waved him away.

The Zhong family was too enthusiastic, like a piece of cowhide plaster, a bit annoying.

Not long after Zhong Sheng left, a clear crane cry sounded, and several huge cranes appeared in the sky, forming a shuttle shape.

"People from Goddess Peak." Many disciples watched with attention.

Goddess Peak is a force that attracts much attention in Tianjian Sect, not because of how strong their cultivation is, but mainly because there are many girls.

Especially those from the inner sect, whose family background is not bad and whose people are not bad either, are all very pleasing to the eye.

Chen Lang also looked up and soon saw a figure, the person he wanted to see also came.

The first one was a masked female cultivator, wearing a long-sleeved and wide robe, while Su Qingchan stood beside her without saying a word.

"Is it Senior Sister Murong Zhen? I haven't seen you for many years." Someone saluted the masked female cultivator, and other disciples made way when they saw her, and the crowd separated into a path.

Some people also greeted Su Qingchan. It was rumored outside that this female cultivator might have a special physique, and many elders of the sect had tried to recognize her, but failed.

But she looks so strong that they estimate that her physique is in the second-tier of the mainland, and may even reach the first-tier. The follow-up remains to be seen, which makes her famous.

"This way, this way." Chen Lang waved to Su Qingchan.

Su Qingchan turned her head to look at the masked woman, and walked towards Chen Lang lightly, "What's the matter?"

"Yes."

Chen Lang asked, "Do you have time in the evening?"

Su Qingchan was slightly startled and shook her head: "No."

"What's important to you?" Chen Lang asked.

"I'm about to leave and go to the ancestral land." Su Qingchan explained, indicating that she did not deliberately refuse, "This is arranged by Granny Si. She said there is a place here that is good for me and asked me to practice."

"Don't you go to watch at night?"

"No."

"That's fine." Chen Lang nodded. He was originally planning to think of a reason to trick her out.

After all, her cultivation is still shallow. When his killers rush in and kill her, she may not be able to withstand it.

But since she is not participating in the night watch, there is no need to worry about it.

"By the way, what is your current cultivation?" Chen Lang asked.

Su Qingchan looked around and stretched out five fingers on his left hand.

Then the thumb and pinky curled up, leaving only three fingers.

Chen Lang suddenly realized, "Eighth Refining Qi"

"Ahem." Su Qingchan coughed lightly, warned Chen Lang with her eyes, but said calmly, "The realm is just the shallowest ripple on the water."

Ah, right, right.

Chen Lang said, "With this level of cultivation, you also want to participate in the ancestor worship? Do you have any way to get into the top ten?"

In the plot prompt, Su Qingchan achieved the position of a disciple of the Heavenly Ranking in this session, that is, ranked in the top ten. He was very curious about how Su Qingchan did it.

Su Qingchan shook his head, "I just came to take advantage of the opportunity, I didn't plan to win any top ten, in fact, you shouldn't participate in this."

"Forget it, I won't ask, you go."

Chen Lang waved his hand, he was just curious, but he didn't want to disturb her world line.

As night fell, bonfires rose on the grassland, and the night watch officially began.

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