Taoist Master Fengchen turned around and entered the Taoist temple. Zhang Yifangcheng had no good feelings for these dozen people. He bowed to the many listeners on the dock: "Fellow Taoists, please enter the Taoist temple. It's not too early, and Master Dao will soon appear to preach."

Zhang Yifang and Cheng Yiyan looked at each other, took a step forward, and entered the Immortal View.

It was very natural and did not feel abrupt. Zhang Yifang and Yiyan's simple step was really hard to find clues without careful observation. Qing Songzi, who was originally raising her feet, shook her body and her pupils shrank again: "Sure enough, I can't underestimate the world..."

Zhang Yifang and Cheng Yiyan also used the ground to shrink, which is not difficult to rule out. Zhang Yifang did it on purpose, but also showed his own skills. The magical powers displayed everywhere by the disciples of Huxin Island, even if they do not have a strong level of cultivation, also shocked the Qingjian Sect.

"Everyone should be careful, don't talk nonsense, don't cause trouble."

Qing Songzi extinguished the idea of ​​fighting for treasures in her heart, and no longer had the intention to occupy the fairyland. Just a disciple from the Lake Island showed a level of more profoundness than him, no, and more sophisticated than him. In addition to Zhang Daoran, who had not yet appeared, they were probably not opponents.

"We are wandering in the sea in the morning and living in the evening..."

Master Fengchen's simple words exposed Zhang Daoran's strength: "It's almost done without becoming an immortal..."

They are sword cultivators, and when they reach the Qi training level, they can fly with swords. However, the speed of flying with swords is not very fast. Depending on the cultivation level, the speed will vary. With his current Golden Elixir realm, he can't control the flying swords for thousands of miles in less than half a day. If he wants to travel to the sea and the dusk of the flying swords and travel around the world, even if the Nascent Soul clone breaks the void, it is difficult to do it.

In the system of cultivation civilization, only immortals who have survived the heavenly tribulation and ascend to the fairy world can fly into the clouds and fog, travel to the vast sea and twilight, and become a free and carefree immortal. However, there are obvious differences between cultivation and cultivation of Taoism and cultivation.

On the earth, if the soul condenses, it can condense auspicious clouds and fly the clouds. Of course, this is just theoretically. Just like Zhang Daoran, there is a gap between those who fly the clouds and fly the fog. Zhang Daoran’s auspicious clouds are magic weapons. If Zhang Daoran condenses auspicious clouds and fly, it will be difficult to swim in the sea and stay in the wuwu in the evening.

The words of Taoist Fengchen made Qing Songzi feel more awe. On Canglan Star, a planet with highly developed cultivation civilization, I am afraid that there are not many people who can be compared with Zhang Daoran.

Qing Songzi's mentality changed, no longer arrogant and domineering, and his disciples were more careful. Qing Songzi glanced at Dongfang: "There is a large array covering here. When I enter it, it is difficult to find out what formation belongs to and where the formation eyes are. The five elements Yin and Yang seem to operate in an extremely clever and contrary to common sense."

As a sword cultivator, Qing Songzi has certain achievements in the formation path. Forging immortal swords and magic weapons is inseparable from formation talismans. I thought his formation path was quite good, but at this time I felt his insignificance: "The formation covered here is probably difficult to break the first formation master of Canglan Star."

"This is......"

When her feet stepped into the Xianxian Temple, Qing Songzi's face changed again. She turned around and looked at her disciples, and her face was shocked. The spring breeze in the Xianxian Temple was blowing, which was completely different from the heat outside. Not only that, the spiritual energy here was rich, more than ten times that of the outside world. Moreover, when you enter it, the fluctuations in your mood slowly subside, as if there was a mysterious power that sootheed the anxiety in your heart.

Even though this magical formation calmed down, Qing Songzi still felt shocked: "The spirit gathering array is like spring formation for all seasons, and there is another type that should be the Qingxin formation..."

Qing Songzi, who is a sword cultivator, is not unfamiliar with the formation. In each sect, they will use formations to gather spiritual energy. Use formations to change the four seasons of the sect, and use formations to defend or attack. In the formation, large formations or small formations are the most difficult to comprehend.

Large formations are very complex and difficult to control. Small formations are too small. In an extremely limited space, laying out formation eyes is even more difficult than laying out large formations. Smaller formations are pursued by many masters of formations, but unfortunately they all failed in the end.

"As a sword cultivator, fellow Taoist has his own insights about the formation. Seeing the immortal view formation, I will not say much. It was set up by my nephew, Zhang Yifang, the eldest disciple of Zhenren Zhang."

When Taoist Master Fengchen saw Qing Songzi's shock, a smile appeared on his face: "Don't be surprised, these are just primary formations. Zhenren Zhang has never hidden his own personalities. Preaching can not only help the practitioners solve the mystery in their hearts, but various Taoist teachings will give people a lot of inspiration. It can be said that it is a great opportunity for fellow Taoists to come."

"Demon Cultivator!"

Suddenly, a female disciple of the Qingjian Sect looked stern and looked directly at the big dragon and old wolf in the yard.

After life and death, the old wolf of the Great Dragon and Old Wolf miraculously broke through last night. At this time, his cultivation level was equivalent to the realm of the condensation of the two souls of man and earth. Everyone did not expect this, and Zhang Daoran was relieved for a long time.

"bass......"

The Qingjian Sect claims to be the right way to hold the bull's ears, and the sword cultivator has a kind of almost crazy persistence. When he sees the demon cultivator, he will definitely kill him. This time is no exception. Several disciples have drawn out their long swords, and as long as Qing Songzi gives the order, they will siege them together.

"This is Zhang Zhenren's spiritual pet. He is already spiritual and gentle. Although he is a demon cultivator, he is also a disciple of my lake island."

Taoist Master Fengchen narrowed his eyes slightly, not understanding the attitude of these sword cultivators towards the demon cultivators. The old wolf and dragon were just lazily beside the Taoist temple, and just glanced at these sword cultivators in a faint way.

The two beasts ignored him and several sword cultivators were furious. However, when they heard the words of Master Fengchen, they were shocked and almost subconsciously shouted: "If you are not a clan, your heart will be different. The demon cultivator is cruel by nature. How could Zhang Zhenren accept him as a disciple? This is something that only evil demons and heretics do..."

"presumptuous!"

Qing Songzi was shocked by the few words from this female disciple and quickly stopped him.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Taoist Master Fengchen's face: "What I practice Taoism is pursuing equality for all living beings. At first, I felt a little surprised, but Zhenren Zhang was broad-minded and regarded equality for all living beings in the world. Zhenren Zhang accepted disciples, but had no distinction, but only looked at qualifications. The evil demons and heretics would naturally not be admitted to the disciples."

"People, please sit..."

When he arrived at the stone table beside the wall, Taoist Master Fengchen took the lead in sitting cross-legged.

In the Qingjian Sect, only Qing Songzi sat down alone.

A female disciple from the Lake Island brought two bowls of tea, placed it on the stone table and turned around and left.

"Fellow Taoist, it's hard to travel through the road. A bowl of well water relieves fatigue, and the state of mind can be understood by enlightenment."

Taoist Master Fengchen picked up the bowl himself, took a sip, and placed it on the stone table.

"master..."

Qing Songzi was about to pick up the bowl, but was stopped by a disciple.

Qing Songzi frowned: "We cultivators, see through the illusion of the world with our eyes. Don't worry, this bowl is not poisonous..." Qing Songzi smiled and said in a tone that he thought he was very trusting: "Zhang Zhenren of Huxin Island has great magical powers and his Taoism is mysterious. How can he use despicable means to assassinate others?"

Not only is it not poisonous, the water in the bowl is rich and misty, like the holy water of the fairy spring. I picked up the bowl and took a sip. Qing Songzi's eyes lit up, and then sipped it all: "Good water!"

It’s not just good water. After a bowl of water, it feels like the pores of the whole body are opened, and a feeling of floating in ecstasy makes people want to experience it again.

Qing Songzi was a little excited and shocked: "The formation divine spring is famous but not showing its magic, and her reputation is great without revealing its magic. Zhang Daoran, what kind of person is he?"

"The supernatural powers are vast and free and easy. Zhang Daoran may be about to become an immortal. Or is Zhang Daoran himself a god descending to earth?"
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