This fox fairy is too inhuman

Chapter 410: Low cultivation level ≠ short knowledge (first update)
At the same time as the sound appeared, colorful rays of light shone, and white mist filled the forest.

But the mist was not water mist in the forest, but white smoke scattered in all directions, with a faint fragrance floating around.

When he smelled the smell, Zhao Sanzhuang was stunned. He felt as if he had smelled this smell somewhere.

But where?
Boom, boom, boom...

While Zhao Sanzhuang was thinking, there was a muffled sound behind him. He hurriedly turned around and found that several other people, including Niu Tiedan, had passed out and lay heavily on the ground.

Zhao Sanzhuang thought they were asleep, but upon closer inspection he found that was not the case.

Their eyes are open!
Staring at the sky blankly, with a happy smile on his face, he made a few scary laughs from time to time.

!!!

"This! What is going on! What the hell!?"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Sanzhuang exclaimed in horror, his mouth was a little hard to use, and he wanted to run away in a hurry.

Although he looks strong, what he has been most afraid of since he was a child is stories about ghosts, like some kind of man-eating demon, which makes him unable to sleep.

Snapped!
But at this moment, his stuttering mouth was tightly covered by a big hand.

"Well!?"

Zhao Sanzhuang wanted to struggle, thinking that he was caught by a demon, but when he was about to struggle, he heard a low curse with a thick accent.

"You idiot! Shut your ass!"

Um! ?

Only then did Zhao Sanzhuang realize that he was not caught by a ghost, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that he had calmed down, the cultivated peasant woman let go of her hand and warned again:

"Shut up! Don't talk nonsense!"

Just when Zhao Sanzhuang nodded honestly, three tall figures in the white smoke gradually became clear.

They were three men and women with white beards and hair. Although their faces could not be seen clearly, anyone could immediately understand that they looked young and not as old as their pale silver hair.

On the contrary, they are very young.

He has white hair and a childish face, and when he walks, he is covered with colorful lights, and he can faintly hear the sound of chanting in a low voice...

Zhao Sanzhuang rubbed his eyes and murmured:

"Did we... meet an immortal?"

Snapped!
The peasant woman slapped him again, pressed his head, lowered their heads respectfully, and whispered:

"Silence! That's not an immortal! That's a senior master!"

The peasant woman was a little nervous, but mostly excited.

There is an excitement of meeting an opportunity!
An expert, definitely an expert!

Such a strong person, just leaking something from his fingertips is enough to feed a little monk like her.

She, Shi Fanghua, was able to go from being a peasant woman with no cultivation to what she is now because a cultivator stayed at her home and she served him in every possible way and took care of her meticulously.

If the senior hadn't been a woman... Shi Fanghua would have wanted to recommend herself to the pillow and show off.

Finally, she was lucky enough to open up her spiritual veins through a few spiritual stones left behind by those practitioners who left early the next morning.

Because she had already succeeded once, Shi Fanghua was even more excited about this situation.

She must seize this opportunity again!

Shi Fanghua thinks beautifully, but is the reality really like this?

As the invigilator of their trial, Zhang Changquan's feelings at this moment were very different from Shi Fanghua's.

"..."

goo.

Although he is a monk in the iron smelting workshop, if he can earn sect points by doing the job of being an examiner for entry-level disciples, his strength will definitely not be much better.

In addition, he was aloof, not good at flattery, and had a bit of a bad mouth, so he was not well received by the seniors in the ironmaking workshop. Although his resources were not deducted, he was not treated as favorably as the female disciples of the same period. Therefore, Zhang Changquan has been a member of the sect for almost ten years, but now he is only a young monk in the late stage of the Strengthening Realm, and there is still a long way to go before forming a core.

But Zhang Changquan's low cultivation level does not mean that he has short knowledge.

Low cultivation = short knowledge

He was born in an iron smelting workshop and had seen the world in the sect!

Zhang Changquan can see clearly better than Zhao Sanzhuang, and can feel it more than Shi Fanghua. The strength of these people is definitely not weak.

Although he was very reluctant, the other party was stronger than him.

The man looked like he had just entered the Dan Formation. The white-haired woman was similar to him, but she was stronger and could have the strength of the mid-level Dan Formation.

The silver-haired woman wearing a hood is the strongest, and her strength is likely to have reached the peak of pill formation.

No matter what, he is still a great monk who has entered the realm of Dharma! ! !

Dharma...

goo.

Zhang Changquan swallowed, pursed his lips and took a deep breath through his nose.

Suck……

call……

After taking a few deep breaths, he quickly suppressed his uneasiness.

Although these people behave mysteriously and are powerful, their backgrounds are not simple either.

That's right, so what if you have the ability to form pills?

so what!

Although Zhang Changquan is nothing, the sect behind him is not simple!
Although the Iron Smelting Workshop is not the most powerful among the dozen or so sects near Qingyun City, it is the one that no one dares to mess with!
Because, [Ironmaking Workshop] is an affiliated sect of [Forging Iron Sect], an affiliated sect of super sect [Jiangjianlu], [Quenching Iron Shop]!

That's right, the ironmaking workshop has a sword-making cottage as its background!
Zhang Changquan didn't believe that these casual cultivators could ignore Zhujianlu's reputation and act recklessly here!

goo.

Swallowing again, Zhang Changquan took a deep breath to make his voice sound less erratic, and said in a pretense of indifference:

"...Fellow Taoist, you are so grand."

"Uh, big?"

Ren Yidao was stunned for a moment, then confirmed with Cang Lan with a strange look on his face: "Why do I feel that I have already restrained myself?"

Canglan shook her head: "The master... the master is indeed extremely low-key this time."

Palace master? What palace master?
Zhang Changquan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this weakest man was actually the person in charge. He asked again:
"What are you doing here? You're barging into our trial. Are you here to steal the disciples?"

"Ironmaking workshop?"

The white-haired man was stunned for a moment, and Zhang Changquan breathed a sigh of relief. He must have been intimidated by the sect's reputation.

"Well, can I ask? Is this iron-making workshop you are talking about from the Sword-making House series?"

Sure enough he knew!
"Humph!"

Zhang Changquan snorted and proudly reported his family background:
"Yes, that's right, my [Ironmaking Workshop] is the affiliated sect of the super sect [Jianjianlu]'s affiliated sect [Forging Iron Sect]'s affiliated sect [Quenching Iron Shop]!"

He had practiced this sentence countless times in his mind, and when he said it now, it was as powerful as he thought.

Looking at the man's expression, he was indeed shocked.

On this point, Zhang Changquan was right.

Ren Yidao was indeed shocked.

He was shocked by this smooth and complex interlude!

Fox, I am so ignorant...

What kind of nesting doll is this? ! ?
(End of this chapter)