Quick Transmigration: After becoming beautiful, I am numb

Just as the giant blue wolf escaped from the Bleeding Demon City, an old man with white beard and hair flashed in midair.

He glanced at the dark spot in the distance, and a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes——

It's strange, it's just a seriously injured seventh-level monster, but it can escape the old man's pursuit of spiritual power?
Could there be someone to help?

Thinking of this possibility, the old man directly released his spiritual consciousness and "scanned" the Blood Demon City under his feet.

Except for the brave man in the city lord's palace, most of the monks in the city are below the middle stage of the golden elixir stage.

With such a cultivation base, it is impossible to help a seventh-level monster escape.

Is someone suppressing cultivation?

As an ancestor who has lived for thousands of years, the old man is naturally not naive, he is suspicious, and he will think about things in worse places first.

The Blood Demon City is an intersection between the world of cultivating immortals and the secular world, and it can be regarded as the edge of the world of cultivating immortals.

Cultivation resources are scarce, and the cultivation base of monks is also relatively low.

However, no one can guarantee that among this group of low-level monks, there will be a hidden power that can perfectly suppress the cultivation base.

The old man is a master of the Immortal Sect. Apart from his high cultivation base, he also has a very high status.

He knows many "secrets" of the fairy gate.

For example, one hundred thousand miles away from the Blood Demon City is the Immortal Demon Battlefield.

During this time, the battlefield of immortals and demons was very lively.

It is said that there are no ghosts and evil spirits that should have in ancient battlefields, but full of aura instead.

There are also many low-level monsters, as well as broken magical weapons and monster skeletons left behind by fallen immortals and demons.

Although the grade is not top-notch, it is considered a rare treasure in Xizhou Continent.

The Nine Great Immortal Sects have sent people to verify the ancient battlefield and have discussed making this place a training place for new disciples.

In other words, the ancient battlefield has been brought under the control of the Nine Great Immortal Gates from the past "land of no man".

Of course, the Nine Immortal Sects are, after all, well-known and decent sects. Although they are a bit domineering, they are not completely unreasonable.

Although they intended to enclose the ancient battlefield, they did not really list this place as their "private property".

In addition to the Nine Immortal Sects, other small sects, as well as many casual cultivators, as long as they pay a certain amount of spirit stones, they can enter the trial!

This old man, under the order of his own sect, went to the ancient battlefield to start the "proving ground" and other matters.

Just as the flying magic weapon passed the Blood Demon City, he suddenly felt a huge demon power and the distress talisman common among the nine immortal sects. The old man hurriedly stopped and turned back to the Blood Demon City.

In the end, it was still a step too late!
"Who the hell helped that bastard?"

"Or, did the old man think too much? The demon wolf was just lucky, or did he use some magic weapon to temporarily increase his strength at the cost of overdrawing his cultivation base?"

The old man guessed wildly, but he did not forget to pay attention to those disciples of the immortal sect.

Coincidentally, among them was his beloved disciple——

"Ming'er? Are you there too? Are you injured again?"

The old man, that is, the Yaoguang Patriarch of the Lingxiao Sect, slowly landed on the ground.

He looked at Lu Ming at first glance.

"Meet Master!"

Lu Ming cupped his fists and saluted respectfully.

Then he replied respectfully, "Master, don't worry, my disciple is fine!"

"only--"

Lu Ming turned his head slightly worried, and looked at Han Ling'er, who had a bloody face and drooping right arm.

"Master, Junior Sister Han was injured by a demon wolf—"

The arm is still better. The cultivator is already physically strong. If his arm is only broken, he will be fine after taking some pills and recuperating for a few days.

but--

Lu Ming could clearly see that the giant cyan wolf grabbed Junior Sister Han's face before running away.

Junior Sister Han is a woman, how important is a woman's appearance?

Of course, there are also immortal doctors in Xianmen, and there is always a way to treat them with some elixir.

But before being cured, Junior Sister Han had to put on the face of being caught, just thinking about it, Lu Ming felt pitiful!
"It's okay! It's just some trauma, please ask the fairy doctors in the Valley of Immortal Doctors to take a look!"

As a straight man who has lived for thousands of years, Patriarch Yaoguang doesn't care about such small things as skinny at all.

As a cultivator, the primordial spirit is the most important.

As long as the primordial spirit is intact, problems such as disfigurement and physical incompleteness are nothing to worry about.

Even if a person dies, he can change his body again.

It's just a few scratches on the face, it doesn't matter if it can be cured, or it can't be cured.

Improving your cultivation is the kingly way.

Only with advanced cultivation can one "do whatever one wants".

Compared to Han Linger, who was suspected of being disfigured, Patriarch Yaoguang paid more attention to a young man hiding in the crowd.

"What's your name? Which sect's disciple are you?"

Patriarch Yaoguang said something casually, and stopped paying attention to Han Linger. He went directly to the young man holding a cat demon.

Pei Yan: ...

Could it be that this old man discovered me when I took action just now?

Should not be!

Pei Yan could clearly see that the person who was revered as Yaoguang Ancestor was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

This kind of cultivation is unbreakable!
Pei Yan has such self-confidence.

Since he didn't find the problem, what did he come to me for?
Pei Yan didn't hide his doubts, blinked, and replied: "My name is Pei Yan. I'm not a disciple of Xianmen, but a mortal."

"mortal?"

The ancestor Yaoguang didn't believe it at all.

When he was in mid-air just now, he swept the whole city with his divine sense.

Apart from the Pixiu in the City Lord's Mansion and his beloved disciple, the only person he paid attention to was Pei Yan.

Although he didn't know why, the ancestor Yaoguang felt that this young man was unusual.

After thinking for a while, Ancestor Yaoguang turned his hand and took out a magic weapon.

"Come on, Pei Yan, put your hands up!"

At Patriarch Yaoguang's level of cultivation, he could basically walk sideways on the Xizhou Continent.

Therefore, he will not ask for the other party's opinion at all, but will directly issue orders.

Pei Yan: ...

If you tell me to let go, I will let it go?
Gu Qingcheng's eyes widened, staring straight at the magic weapon that looked like a mirror.

This seems to be a magic weapon for testing spiritual roots.

Gu Qingcheng is a prefecture-level craftsman at any rate, so he knows magic weapons very well.

Even if you can't see through the opponent's refining techniques, you can still deduce the purpose based on the runes on it, the aura emanating from it, etc.

Pei Yan originally wanted to refuse, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw his kitten's eyes full of excitement——

"Yes! Immortal Master!"

Pei Yan responded respectfully, stretched out a palm and placed it on the handle of the "mirror".

Then, the mirror suddenly flashed a dazzling light!

"Water-type Tianling Root?"

Oh my god, it's another heavenly spirit root?
The old ancestor Yaoguang's face was flushed with excitement.

"Pei, Pei Yan, would you like to become my teacher? Become the second disciple of the ancestor Yaoguang of the Lingxiao Sect?"

Although Yaoguang Ancestor was anxious, he still spoke proudly.

Whoa!
Everyone was stunned.

And Han Ling'er, whose face was covered in blood, froze completely, ignoring her own pain...