"Disciple Zhang Shiping came here with a gold card according to the order of the head of the sect, and invited Master Cangwu to participate in the Zongmen Golden Elixir Ceremony on July 13th." Gold post, present it up.

The ancestor of the Jiang family was the elder of Zhengyang Zong's Keqing, so Zhang Shiping had to call himself a disciple in front of him, and behave like a disciple of the Zongmen.

As for Master Zhao's Daoist name who has just successfully formed an alchemy, Zhang Shiping doesn't know. Because according to the practice of Baimang Mountain and the nearby world of cultivating immortals, the Daoist name of Jindan Daoist will be announced to the guests attending the ceremony at the ceremony?

At the golden elixir celebration, if there is a golden elixir real person with elders, some elders will come forward to set up a Taoist name for him, pass on his name, and promote his name. As for the Golden Core cultivators who have no elders, then this kind of thing can only be done by themselves.

"Which Taoist friend succeeded in forming the alchemy, I wonder if I know it?" The Jiang family patriarch stretched out his five withered claws and sucked it forward, and the invitation card in Zhang Shiping's hand fell into his hands. He didn't look through it, but asked Zhang Shiping in a hoarse voice.

They are hundreds of years old golden core real people, only monks of the same level are the same age as them, and the others have already turned into a pile of loess. The newly promoted Jindan monk of Zhengyangzong is too different in age from him, so the ancestor of the Jiang family didn't look through the invitation, and didn't know what was written on it!

"Huai Cang Wu Daoist, it is Zhao Wuxie and Uncle Zhao who entered the alchemy and made the alchemy come true." Zhang Shiping responded to the other party, although Zhang Shiping was surprised in his heart by his withered black five claws, but he didn't show it on his face.

There are so many various exercises in the world of cultivating immortals, let alone a pair of ghostly black claws, even demonization exercises are practiced by someone. If it is a skill, it will help monks break through the bottleneck in front of them, and most of them are immortal cultivators stepping forward!

"It turned out to be a young child. I didn't expect that child to form alchemy in a blink of an eye. It's really enviable!" The ancestor of the Jiang family put the golden post into his sleeve and said with a sigh.

Although Zhao Wuxie's surname is not Chang, in the final analysis he is Chang Younian's biological son, and the blood of the Chang family flows through his body. On the other hand, everyone in the Jiang family has broken his heart for hundreds of years, but none of them can become a talent of.

However, among the younger generation of the Jiang family, there is Jiang Ruoliu, a girl with good cultivation and aptitude. Maybe there may be a chance to form an alchemy. The ancestor of the Jiang family thought in his heart, hoping that he can hold on!

Most of the Jindan family only had the first family, the Jindan Patriarch, who was still there for a few hundred years, and was the most prosperous, and then waited for the Jindan Patriarch to pass away, and the family declined, or was destroyed by others, or became a foundation-building family. In the long time to come, waiting for the rise of the next talented clansman in the clan.

"The old man knows, you go back and tell the head of the sect, then the old man will definitely attend the banquet on time. Ruo Liu, it is good to entertain this little friend Zhang from the sect!" After finishing speaking, the ancestor of the Jiang family looked a little taunted, and he returned to the yard with his hands behind his back In the middle of the day, he slowly walked back into the house, closed the door, and sat down again on the already chilled futon.

In this small courtyard, the spiritual light of the formation flashed by, and the whole courtyard was covered by misty clouds and smoke, only some white walls and gray tiles could be vaguely seen.

As for whether he could use his spiritual sense to penetrate into it, Zhang Shiping didn't try it rashly, but he just thought about it. The formations arranged in this kind of Jindan real person's meditation place must not be penetrated by a foundation-building cultivator's spiritual sense.

After Jiang Ruoliu heard the old ancestor's order, he walked to Zhang Shiping and said to him, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, please follow me."

"You are welcome Jiang Daoyou. The invitation has already been delivered. I have to go back to the sect to return to my life. It is inconvenient to stay for a long time. Thank you Jiang Daoyou for your kindness!" Zhang Shiping and Jiang Ruoliu walked side by side. Zhang Shiping said to Jiang Ruoliu when he was hundreds of feet away from the meditation yard of the ancestor of the Jiang family.

"Since Fellow Daoist is in a hurry to return to the sect to return to his life, then I will not force you to stay. In the future, if Fellow Daoist has time, I will entertain Fellow Daoist well, and then don't refuse, Fellow Daoist." Jiang Ruoliu said to Zhang Shiping said.

"Then I'll have to trouble fellow Daoist Jiang then." Zhang Shiping said to Jiang Ruoliu with a smile.

The two walked on the gravel road, all the way to the edge of the island, and soon Jiang Ruoliu brought Zhang Shiping to the edge of Quicksand Island. She took out a token, moved her lips slightly, and said to each other in a low voice. A few sentences.

Her voice was blocked by a layer of faint aura around her, so Zhang Shiping naturally didn't go to find out the entrance and exit formulas of other people's family formations. Although these formulas need to cooperate with the token in Jiang Ruoliu's hand to be effective.

Two streaks of spiritual light flew out from the sand formation in the clear water of Lingsha Valley, and after a while, the two of them flew to the riverside. Jiang Ruoliu watched Zhang Shiping drive the ancient Qingling boat towards Baimang Mountain. After watching for a while, he returned to Jiang's house.

The second elder and the head of the clan sent someone over, and after asking her about Zhang Shiping's intentions, Jiang Ruoliu returned to his courtyard room, sat cross-legged in meditation, put his hands on his knees, and held the long sword in his hand, Breathing out spiritual energy, while practicing his current magic sword.

When he practiced to the deepest point, strands of sword light emerged from Jiang Ruoliu's body, and his aura became more and more powerful!

On the other side of the small courtyard where the ancestor of the Jiang family was meditating, Jiang Cang, who returned to the house, took off his cloak and hood~lightnovelpub.net~ Looking at a dark place in the corner of the house, he walked out of it A ghost-masked man in black.

The ancestor of the Jiang family frowned and looked at the visitor, and said coldly, "Why are you here?"

"Why can't Fellow Hai Daoist be here?" But before the black-clothed ghost-masked man could respond, another rather evil voice came from the mouth of the ancestor of the Jiang family.

"Jiang Daoyou, after so many years, you still haven't succeeded?" The black-clothed ghost-masked man took out a futon from his storage bag, put it in front of Jiang Cang, and sat cross-legged on it, his words somewhat teasing.

"You guys!" Jiang Cang yelled angrily, but Jiang Cang's body glowed with gray light. Jiang Cang stopped in the middle of his words, and then his mouth was missing most of his upper lip, revealing his white teeth, grinning. Laugh out loud!

"It's really in the way, why don't you be quiet? If it weren't for our incomplete mind and soul, our memory would have been lost. How could a little Golden Core cultivator need to spend so much energy on me!" Jiang Cang sat on the ground. , shook his head and said, after the real Jiang Cang fell silent, the auras of the real Cangwu and the fellow Haidao in front of him gradually became similar, but after careful distinction, there were still some differences. somewhat different.

"You and I are just the few wisps of devil souls that were born in the hands of the deity's descendants, which are already in short supply. It is a great fortune for us to be able to successfully occupy the bodies of other golden core monks." The black-clothed ghostly face Jiang Daoyou, instead of teasing the other party, spoke out, comforting the other party.

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