Seeing that the Immortal View is magical everywhere, Zhang Daoran has already accidentally given people a mysterious and powerful feeling before he appears. The manifestation of this state is not that strength directly gives people a strong impact, but that it is reflected in some details and some things that are not paid attention to.

And precisely because of this, Qing Songzi felt that Zhang Daoran was unfathomable.

Qing Songzi's disciples saw Qing Songzi drinking a bowl of water, their faces were erratic, their expressions changed constantly, and they were finally confused. The disciples of Qing Jian Sect changed their expressions one by one, thinking that there was something wrong with the water in the bowl.

Just as he was about to question Master Fengchen, Qing Songzi came back to his senses in a daze. He almost subconsciously exclaimed: "Good water is really good water. Although it does not help my cultivation, if it accumulates over time, it will have unexpected results for cultivators. I really want to have another bowl of it. It is really incredible. Such holy water is really rare."

Qing Songzi's disciples were stunned. Qing Songzi was immersed in the emotions just now, and her emotions were not completely stable: "Fellow Daoist, can you have another bowl?"

Qing Songzi's disciples felt even more incredible. The head of the sect has always been arrogant, and never bows his head even when facing a strong enemy. In their impression, the things that the sect likes are either snatched back or taken back with no means. He has never seen the head of the sect, and he asks for a bowl of water from others like begging.

"There is nothing special about this water, it's just ordinary well water." Taoist Master Fengchen's words made Qing Songzi confused, and Taoist Master Fengchen didn't irritate his appetite: "It's just that the well water is fired, put it in the tank, and set up a spiritual array. The spiritual energy gathers in it. With spiritual energy, the water will naturally be different."

Everyone suddenly realized it, and then they were shocked: "The formation is arranged in the water tank?"

Taoist Master Fengchen nodded.

Qing Songzi sighed with emotion, there was a great idea that a master of formation master could be willful.

"This kind of well water contains spiritual energy, which has magical and incredible effects for ordinary people and those who have just entered the Taoist Taoist practice. However, although this water is good, it cannot be consumed infinitely. The maximum limit for a day is three bowls of water. The effect of the second bowl of water is halved, and the effect of the third bowl is minimal."

Qing Songzi sighed and said, "If this magical holy water has infinite functions, you don't have to do anything every day, just guarding the water tank to achieve enlightenment."

Qing Songzi said it very interestingly. Master Fengchen smiled softly and said to Meng Xi not far away: "Mr. Nephew, bring some water. These fellow Taoists came from afar to relieve their fatigue."

When the water was brought up, the disciples of the Qingjian Sect picked up the bowl and drank it all. Their eyes were shiny, and their expressions were a little dazed for a while. In just a few seconds, some disciples came to their senses: "The effect of this water has the same effect as the water in the Holy Mother Pond of the Blue Star God King Hall."

In the Temple of God King, it is rumored that in ancient times, a god king came to Canglan Star, left the Taoist throne and left. Later, a goddess bathed in a pool of water on the mountain behind the Temple of God King, so the pool water had an incredible effect and was regarded as a divine spring and became the Holy Mother Pool.

The disciples of the God King's Hall do not feel disgusted by drinking other people's bath water, but instead take pride in it. Only when the friends sects go to the God King's Hall to visit, can they have the chance to drink once. Or, when the God King's Hall worships the God King, the sects gather to have the chance to drink a small cup.

The goddess' bath water can be said to be the most representative magical place of Blue Star.

"The only difference is that the water in the Virgin Pool has a floral fragrance. The water here is very sweet and lacks the fragrance of the Virgin Pool."

The disciples of the Qingjian Sect had a dazed look on their faces. Unexpectedly, there would be such magical water in the island in the middle of the lake.

"I would like to invite Zhenren Zhang to preach..."

Before he knew it, time passed and the time for preaching came. Qing Songzi's disciple, whose originally dazed expression came back to his senses with the shouts from the immortals and listened to the Taoist sect.

Almost subconsciously, he stood up with these listeners. When he was about to bend to salute, Qing Songzi reacted, put his hands on both sides of his legs, and did not bow his fists, nor did he bend.

The same is true for the disciples of the Qingjian Sect. They are sword cultivators, and they are sword art. Sword art is better than bend.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared on the sermon platform. But it seemed that he had been sitting there. It was a bit natural and a little awkward.

"Is this Zhang Daoran?"

He is so young, looking only in his twenties, wearing a Taoist robe, and he feels a little unreal when he sees it. It is hazy and erratic, like a shadow, constantly shaking. But it seems that it is not moving at all, giving people a sense of tension with a tense expression. Looking closer, Zhang Daoran is like an ordinary person, but no one dares to regard Zhang Daoran as an ordinary person.

"There is no trace of formation, no trace of magical power, no fluctuations in space, and it appears suddenly, this level of cultivation..."

Qing Songzi felt a storm in her heart: "I'm afraid this has really become an immortal!"

"My fellow Taoists please sit down..."

Zhang Daoran's voice was calm, like a breeze, soothing the turbulence in his heart. With this sentence, Qing Songzi was shocked to find that he had unknowingly sat on the stone pier.

Zhang Daoran looked at them with his eyes, and his calm eyes had a magical feeling. This glance seemed to have seen through his heart, his past, and his future.

Qing Songzi's heart almost exploded. In Zhang Daoran's eyes, it seemed that all the secrets were invisible and were all peeked by Zhang Daoran. She was about to close her eyes, but she wanted not to look at Zhang Daoran's eyes. These eyes seemed to have magic power, making people feel awe and dare not look directly at them.

Before he closed his eyes, Zhang Daoran's eyes shone like stars. A kind of compassion, with a broad mind of compassion. These eyes carry infinite wisdom and a convincing feeling.

"What a weird eye!"

Zhang Daoran just glanced at them, but in their hearts, it was as if hundreds of years had passed. When Zhang Daoran turned to look at him, Qing Songzi realized that his back was so sticky that it was uncomfortable.

With a look, my back was soaked.

"What a terrifying level of cultivation!"

Qing Songzi came back to her senses and was extremely shocked: "If I had any hostility just now, I would have been a corpse now."

This is a terrible intuition. Qing Songzi believed without hesitation. Zhang Daoran looked at him and could definitely take his own life!

The disciples of the Qingjian Sect also had a look of horror on their faces. This look was very plain, even with a kind of compassion, but it made them feel that they met the eyes of the Demon King, leaving their souls out of their bodies and losing their lives.

The pride in my heart dissipated, and the arrogant on my face was no longer revealed.

Even, they felt funny when they came to the Temple of Fairy at the beginning, and they felt childish and said: "In front of this person, I'm afraid that the Demon King will come, and they will bow their heads to the death. I can't even count as a death sentence when I wait for this little strength."

The strong people in the cultivation world are respected, and strong strength can dominate weak creatures. This is an eternal truth.

“Practice Tao…”

Zhang Daoran was about to preach, but suddenly his tone paused, and his eyes looked faintly at the northwest.

"boom......"

Before the Taoists could react, a roar was like a chaotic divine thunder splitting the chaos, splitting the chaos and resounding throughout the world.

"Boom..."

The lingering sound lasted for a long time, with extremely strong shocks, made the entire island in the middle of the lake look like an magnitude eight earthquake, and the lake water rolled back, causing huge waves of more than ten meters. The entire island in the middle of the lake is like a block of soil flipped in the air, constantly shaking and rotating.
Chapter completed!