Tempered Immortal - Chapter 702
[Volume 4 Chapter 701 Chapter 701 Fairy Xuanfeng]
Even the uncle called senior respectfully. Could it be that this young man dressed in strange clothes was actually a cultivator of the legendary condensing stage? Several low-level immortal cultivators were shocked. There was a flattering expression on his face.
“Forget it.” Lin Xuan waved his hand with a hint of impatience on his face. He was not in the mood, so he slowly greeted several low-level cultivators here.
“Senior, please!”
Zhou Xuehen raised his hands and performed a lightening method for himself, and then his feet exerted a little force.
It floated forward several dozen feet away.
When Lin Xuan saw it, his face remained calm, but a faint blue light emanated from his feet, like surging waves on water.
Like walking in a leisurely court, he followed behind the other party without any hassle.
The sleeves fluttered in the wind, and it looked so unrestrained that Zhou Xueshen was deeply admired.
Along the way, the two also met several groups of immortal cultivators. There were agile stage and foundation-building stage. Without exception, they all looked at Lin Xuan with surprise. After all, his clothes were completely different from others.
It seemed that after settling down, he had to change his clothes, otherwise, no matter where he went, he would inexplicably attract attention, which was exactly what Lin Xuan hated the most.
A big tree attracts the wind, and a low profile is the only rule for survival in the world of immortals.
This mountain is thousands of feet high, but at the speed of the two, it only took a stick of incense to reach the mountainside.
“This is…” Lin Xuan looked at the scene in front of him with a look of astonishment on his face.
The fog here is already very thin, and a huge mountain wall appears in sight. This mountain wall is more than 100 feet long and wide. It is light black and has a smooth surface. It feels like a carefully polished mirror.
With Lin Xuan’s eyesight, it is not difficult to see that this mountain wall was not formed naturally, but was split into this shape with a single sword.
If it was just an ordinary rock, Lin Xuan asked himself if he could hit the ground with all his strength, but the mountain wall was not made of rock, but… iron mother.
Although it is not a natural treasure, it is also a genuine material for refining magic weapons. It is hard to imagine. Such a large piece is split in half, and the incision is as smooth as a mirror. I am afraid that even the later great monks, Not necessarily do it!
Looking at Lin Xuan’s astonished face, Zhou Xuehen didn’t think it was a pestle, but explained it with a little smugness: “Senior, don’t be surprised, the remains of Tiemu here are the handwriting of my founder, Fairy Xuanfeng.”
“Fairy Xuanfeng?” Lin Xuan was stunned, and his expression couldn’t help showing a bit strange: “The patriarch of your clan is a woman?”
“Yes,
although the patriarch is a daughter, his cultivation level is shocking, weeping. Ghosts and gods, not only entered the period of separation and reunion, but also successfully survived the catastrophe. They flew to the spiritual world.”
“What?” Even with Lin Xuan’s palace.
His face could not help but be moved. The cultivator in the clutching period, even in the sea of clouds on Qixing Island, is only a legend, and even if it exists, it is unknown where it is hidden.
For nearly 10,000 years, I have never heard of anyone who has successfully survived the calamity, and I never thought that the small demon spirit island…”
“Fairy Xuanfeng, the patriarch of your sect, the exercises that he cultivated imitate the beasts of the spiritual world, the Phoenix. Supernatural powers?
“Lin Xuan said eagerly.
“Yes.”
“It’s not a secret either. Zhou Xuehen knew all
about it in order to please Lin Xuan. When it comes to the cultivation technique of this demon cultivator, it’s really changing, and it’s even more bizarre than ghost magic.” One point.
Just like Zhengmo, Confucianism and Buddhism, the exercises are also divided into grades, ordinary exercises, medium exercises, and advanced exercises. There are four grades of superb exercises in total.
Ordinary exercises generally imitate the supernatural powers of ordinary monsters. The characteristics are: It is very easy to cultivate, and it is easier to build foundations, but there is almost no chance to form elixir. Generally, it is handed over to disciples with poor aptitude to practice. Medium-level exercises are relatively difficult, but the power is much greater. In Xuanfengmen, If you can become a disciple of the inner court, then congratulations, you are practicing medium-level exercises. And this type of exercise has the opportunity to enter the stage of condensing.
As for advanced exercises, you should cherish and cherish it, even if it is Xuanfengmen After so many years of accumulation, there are only a few books.
If you want to practice, you can either have a Holy Spirit Root or a dual-attribute mutant Spirit Root, and you have to get the approval of at least two Nascent Soul Stage elders in the sect before you can teach advanced exercises.
“Then what about the top-quality exercises?” Lin Xuan was fascinated. If the other party didn’t exaggerate, then the so-called top-level exercises might be even more precious than the Nine Heavens Profound Techniques he had!
“There is only one copy of the best practice method in this sect. It is the “Feng Wu Jiu Tian Jue” practiced by Fairy Xuanfeng. It’s a pity that since the ancestors flew into the spiritual world, for so many years, no one in this sect is satisfied to practice this method. ”
Oh?” Lin Xuan frowned and said a little puzzled: “Could it be that the Holy Spirit Root does not meet the requirements?”
“This has nothing to do with the aptitude of the Spirit Root. I want to practice “Feng Dance Nine Heavens Art” , it must be the body of the phoenix veins.” “The body of the phoenix veins, what is that?” Lin Xuan is considered to be well-read, but this kind of statement is unheard of.
“Presumably seniors also know that the phoenix is a sacred bird in the spiritual world. Except for the ancient times, now let alone the human world, there is no trace of this bird in our Demon Spirit Island.”
“Well” Lin Xuan nodded and continued to listen to the other party Say below.
“But there is another kind of spiritual bird. In terms of blood, it is a distant relative of the phoenix.”
“You mean the peacock?” Lin Xuan smiled.
His expression was a little weird.
“Senior is indeed very knowledgeable, this phoenix vein body. It has a lot to do with the peacock, because this physique is not born, but an adventure from the day after tomorrow.”
“Oh?” The more Lin Xuan listened, the more interested he became.
In his mind, a beautiful woman appeared involuntarily.
Thinking about the grudges and grievances between him and her, from the initial fight to kill, to being forced to work together, and by accident, how could that kiss not be impressive.
Fairy Peacock did not know if she had returned to the Kuiyin Mountains and continued to be the mighty lord of the monsters.
The mind wandered for thousands of miles, but Lin Xuan quickly withdrew his attention and continued to listen to the other party.
“The body of the phoenix veins is really something that can’t be met. Patriarch Xuanfeng has this adventure, and we have to start from her bizarre life experience.”
Lin Xuan was a little impatient. This is a bit too verbose.
Regarding Lin Xuan’s complaints, Zhou Xuehen was ignorant and continued to talk eloquently: “Patriarch Xuanfeng has a strange life. He didn’t come from some great cultivator family, but an ordinary mortal family. When he was five years old, he Because of natural disasters, both parents died, and then he was adopted by a peacock in the transformation stage…”
“What?”
Lin Xuan heard and witnessed too many anecdotes, but when added together, it was not outrageous. A dignified monster in the metamorphosis stage would go crazy and be the adoptive mother of an ordinary human child?
[End of this Chapter]
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