Primordial Crazy Thunder

Chapter 32

"Is this the Taishi Xianzong?"

Many disciples sighed as they observed the comfortable environment around them.

Compared to everyone's reaction, Ling Shan seemed much calmer. The Wuji Lei Mansion he created in his previous life was one of the top ten giant sects in Zhongzhou, and it was not even a little stronger than the Taishi Xianzong.

However, compared with Yunyang City, the richness of the aura here is higher than that of Yunyang City. When practicing here, the speed will naturally increase to a higher level.

Cultivators, although there are differences in talent, but fundamentally they pay attention to the law, wealth and land, and everything is very important.

For example, an ordinary person practicing in Yunyang City, without the blessing of pills and spirit stones, may reach the ninth level of body training in ten years.And the other person is practicing in Taishi Xianzong, infused with medicinal power and accumulated spiritual stones, no matter how talented he is, he can surpass that ordinary person.

The reason why Ling Shan, who has the memory of his previous life, chooses to participate in the trial and enter the Taishi Xianzong is because of these cultivation resources.

Relying on his own strength alone, it is difficult to find those cultivation resources by himself. Most of the elixir grows deep in the mountains, or on cliffs, or is guarded by monsters. It is too delusional to seize it.

The danger lies not only in those natural dangers or monsters, but in those people in the magic way who are waiting for the opportunity...

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are mixed fish and dragons.

One sentence sums up the phenomenon of the entire cultivation world.

So Ling Shan planned to stay in Taishi Xianzong first.

"Deacon Lin."

The two young disciples in charge of guarding the teleportation platform bowed respectfully.

Lin Zhengfeng said 'hmm', which was a response, and then pointed to one of the shorter disciples and said, "You take them to the deacon hall first, and someone will arrange their residence."

"Yes."

Simply and neatly, the slightly chunky disciple agreed without asking any further questions.

Then Lin Zhengfeng turned his head and said to the disciples in the Five Cities of Yandu: "Follow him, and when you arrive at the Hall of Deacons, just take out the spirit card. If the spirit card is lost, just memorize your cultivation level and name."

After saying this, Lin Zhengfeng dodged and flew away.

After a while, they disappeared.

"Masters and ladies, let's go."

After Lin Zhengfeng left, the short and fat disciple looked cold and spoke lightly.Without waiting for anyone to respond, he quickly walked up the mountain.

This teleportation platform is located on the mountainside of this mountain, and it was set up here after it was leveled with a sword.

The Deacon Hall, their destination, is at the top of this mountain, and there is still a long way to go.

When they saw the attitude of the short and fat disciple, some people were a little angry, but when they followed his steps, they couldn't get angry anymore.

Not to mention anything else, his striding footwork left them far behind.And it's still when others stop and wait from time to time.

Ling Shan could barely keep up with this disciple's pace. With his current strength, he was not good enough to display supernatural powers. When his mana was fully developed, he would be able to shrink into an inch and reach the distance.

"Looking at your appearance, you can only help with some sundries at the outer door."

Now that he was almost at the top of the mountain, the short and fat disciple squatted on the treetop in front of him, lazily picked out his ears, and said.

Indeed, in front of him, these young disciples were really a bit out of place. After climbing half a mountain, they were sweating profusely, kicking like a cow, like something.

"Easier said than done……"

A disciple was not happy, and when he bent down and kicked, he retorted.

"Ouch, I have a bad temper!"

The short and fat man smiled strangely, and was ejected in an instant, and the sound exploded when he landed. The disciple was still wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and he picked it up without even a chance to react.

"What? Are you very unconvinced?" Looking at the pale face of the disciple, the short and fat man grinned.

The disciple was held in his hand, how could he dare to resist, he shook his head again and again.

A look of disappointment flashed across the short and fat man's eyes, he threw him on the ground, and muttered, "You f*cking softie, you won't dare to resist after being so scared, these newcomer disciples are getting less and less fun..."

Hearing this, Ling Shan's eyelids twitched, what the hell is this, his mother's feelings are deliberately playing with them.

"Forget it, it's boring. You go to play with the people in the Deacon Palace. I won't accompany you..."

Seems to be almost the same, the short and fat man shook his head dejectedly, and went down the mountain on his own, leaving behind the disciple of Yandu Wucheng with a bewildered expression.

The Taishi Xianzong agreed, why are all the disciples so weird?

Fortunately, the Hall of Deacons was already visible, and everyone felt that it was better to take a rest here before proceeding.

An ordinary journey up the mountain has exhausted these cultivators into this state.

"It's strange. Although this mountain is majestic, we are all practitioners. How come we are so tired after climbing for less than half an hour?"

Someone asked this question.

"That's right, I feel like I'm carrying a thousand catties of weight on my shoulders when I'm walking, but I don't feel this way when I'm resting. Could it be the illusion caused by killing Yaozu Sha in a trance?"

"I guess so..."

For this statement, someone actually nodded in agreement, Ling Shan was really speechless.

A simple weight-bearing array is so mysterious by what you said.

If he stayed any longer, Ling Shan felt that his IQ would be lowered, so he decided to go ahead.

At this time, Huayang and his party stood up, ready to leave.

After Hua Yang got up, he glanced at Ling Shan and left.

Long Qing and the others followed closely behind without stopping.

Ling Shan's mood was not affected by it. In this strange new environment, he was actually in a pretty good mood. He raised his eyebrows casually, hummed an unknown tune, and walked towards the deacon's hall.

After a while, Ling Shan arrived at the gate of the Hall of Deacons.

At the gate, there stood two huge stone unicorns, which were as tall as two people, looking tall and mighty.

There is a plaque hanging above the gate, which is made of purple gold and copper, and the three characters "Deacon Palace" written on it are full of atmosphere.

When Ling Shan stepped into the gate, Hua Yang and the others had already returned, and Long Qing and the others were holding a stack of clothes in their hands, which presumably belonged to Taishi Xianzong's clothes.

"Boy, don't take out the spirit card, the points are useless!"

Just when Ling Shan, Hua Yang and others passed by, Long Qing said in a low voice.

Ling Shan didn't stop, but frowned slightly.

Entering the hall, Ling Shan took out the spirit tablet and handed it to the only middle-aged man with a beard.

The bearded man swept the spirit card, then turned around and took out a stack of gray and white clothes, put it in front of Ling Shan, and said lightly: "Outer door handyman, go to the shortest mountain opposite, if you have any questions, go to the deacon there."

　Dude, today is the last chapter, and tomorrow will continue with the third update. I hope you will collect more and vote for it is the best--haha
　　
　
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