A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

A man and a woman walked side by side on the mountain leading to the Green Ox Palace.

Jiang Ding let go of the small breathing technique, but there were too many people.

"'Dream-Eating Sword Demon' Jiang Ding!"

"Number one on the dragon and phoenix list!"

Many people exclaimed and stopped to watch this elusive hero, some with fanatical admiration in their eyes.

Kill the innate in reverse!

This is the most outstanding genius in the world, and he is invincible unless he has a master!

"Brother Ding, the Seven Feathers Sect usually holds an Immortal Ascension Conference once every ten years, and each time it is hosted by inner sect disciples who are at the peak of their Qi training. This time is a little special. We may meet the foundation-building seniors."

"The Seven Feathers Sect is the right path. The seniors are all decent and will not take people's lives as easily as the evil cultivators do. Our safety will be much more guaranteed."

Chen Xi has a charming appearance and elegant temperament. From time to time, he whispers something to the people around him. His invisible aura spreads, causing many beauties who intend to come forward to talk to look frustrated and retreat.

"Senior Foundation Establishment..."

Jiang Ding pondered, feeling uneasy.

This foundation builder may not necessarily be detrimental to him, but the powerful force itself is an invisible deterrent. No one dares to ignore this danger.

From this point of view, it is inappropriate and unaccustomed to be in the center of everyone's attention.

"I still have something to do. Your Highness, please take my leave."

Pointing his toes, he took the initiative to walk into the crowd, changed his body several times amidst the exclamations, and soon disappeared completely.

"Brother Ding..."

Chen Xi was a little embarrassed, stamped his feet, and wanted to search again using the 'preset someone' method, but he couldn't see it anymore.

Qingniu Palace, back mountain.

Compared to the hustle and bustle in front of the mountain, where heroes from the Dragon and Phoenix List, and good people from all walks of life gather, it is very quiet here, and it is also quiet when the disciples of the Youth Palace occasionally walk by.

Jiang Ding came to a quiet attic and let out a breath of air.

"who?"

A low shout came, and there was the faint sound of clanking swords, which would shake even the innate ones.

‘Is this the Jianghu master who has touched the edge of ‘meaning’? ’

Jiang Ding was startled.

The first time he came into contact with this specialized spiritual power, it was almost instinctive. He had a vague understanding, and many thoughts came to his mind.

Three times the same level of soul!

Just as Tianlinggen has a strong affinity with a certain type of spiritual power, he also seems to have some kind of talent, which is stimulated by the master's 'intention' and shows signs of awakening.

"Junior Jiang Ding, meet the Grandmaster!"

After thinking about it many times, he still had no clue, so he could only suppress the distracting thoughts. Jiang Ding looked at a frail old man who came out of the attic, about sixty years old, and said respectfully with his hands in hand.

The head of the three sects in the world,

Qing Taoist!

In this area, the person with the highest martial arts achievements!

Although to this day, he is no longer afraid of the Grandmaster's combat prowess, he still has respect for this kind of technical talent who has reached the extreme in certain aspects.

"'Dream-Eating Sword Demon' Jiang Ding? He is truly a hero!"

Taoist Qing's face was solemn. With his master level, if the other party hadn't taken the initiative to let go of his breath, he might not have known that someone was approaching.

"Are you congenital?"

Immediately afterwards, his body shook, revealing a slightly horrified look.

As Li Qingyun's master, he naturally knows how terrifying a person with this kind of talent would be if he were promoted to innate. Even a master would not be his opponent.

"My little friend is confused!"

Taoist Qing sighed sadly, as if he saw the most beautiful jade covered in dust: "Innate will destroy the spiritual root qualifications, didn't your elders tell you?"

"There is too much inner energy, I can't control it, and I have a breakthrough."

In preparation for facing the foundation-building monks, Jiang Ding also let go of part of his breath-taking cover.

"Alas, my dear friend, it seems that you really don't have a master."

Taoist Qing's eyes softened a lot. They were both innate in martial arts and had an instinctive closeness. He led him to a pavilion and lit a fire to make tea. The fragrance of tea filled the air.

"Senior, after becoming a genius, can't you join the Seven Feathers Sect?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Others are naturally like this, but you can't."

Taoist Qing shook his head: "You, like Qingyun, have too high qualifications. Even if you are damaged, you are still far stronger than most people. It's just a pity... you could have been better."

"That's good."

Jiang Ding nodded.

He was quite satisfied in his heart, as being too conspicuous was not his pursuit.

If it weren't for the fact that the Seven Feathers Sect was the dominant family in this area, there was no living space for casual cultivators, and the Blood Slaughter Hall was too deceptive, he would never have joined any sect.

"Senior, I came here this time to ask about the Seven Feathers Sect. If I can get an answer, I will be rewarded."

Jiang Dingyi handed over his hand.

"My friend, please tell me."

Taoist Qing showed a solemn look on his face.

This kind of hero, like his disciple Li Qingyun, has the most outstanding qualifications in the world. Once he cultivates immortality, he will surpass him by an unknown amount in a short period of time. His promise is of great value.

"Senior, have you seen anyone coming from the Seven Feather Sect?"

"Is it possible that he is an evil cultivator from Blood Slaughter Hall in disguise?"

Jiang Ding stared at him. The triple soul part fit into the golden aura particles between heaven and earth, maximizing his perception.

That's his biggest concern.

"During the chaos in Yue Jing before, I was summoned by my senior. My friend, I can answer this question."

Taoist Qing stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Senior Zhu Ji doesn't know him, but the young monk wearing a Taoist robe next to him is a disciple of the previous generation of guarding immortal master, who was sent away in advance before the war."

"In addition, there is an old Taoist priest wearing a thunder-patterned robe. I have seen him come to preside over the Immortal Ascension Ceremony in the last ten years."

"This is what I see, so it should be correct."

"That's it, thank you very much."

Jiang Ding stood up, handed over his hands, left a bottle of green elixir, and turned around to leave.

"I got this thing by chance. It can enhance the true energy of the innate warrior. I gave it to my senior."

Taoist Qing was shocked.

…

A few hours later,

A young man in green clothes appeared near Luofengpo. He was slightly surprised and rushed in a certain direction.

A corner of the forest.

A young man with a cold breath and a handsome monk holding a diamond Zen staff were either leaning against a tree or sitting cross-legged.

It is the third and fourth on the dragon and phoenix list, the ‘half-ghost’ Wu Makong and the ‘Vajra’ Fa Zheng.

This is what surprised Jiang Ding.

"who?"

The two of them turned to look at the same time.

A young man in green clothes came over.

"you again!"

‘Half-ghost’ Wu Makong frowned slightly and was very unhappy.

If it weren't for this person, maybe he would have successfully killed the 'Exiled Immortal' Li Qingyun, and his biggest competitor would have disappeared, and his future in the Seven Feathers Sect would be much brighter.

The key point is that this is a normal vendetta with no external interference. The Seven Feathers Sect allows this situation to occur occasionally.

"I've met Donor Jiang."

Monk Fazheng smiled and put his hands together.

"Ask a question."

Jiang Ding returned the greeting to the monk, then looked at Wu Makong and said directly: "The Wolf God Sect is obviously involved with evil cultivators, why do you still dare to show up here, aren't you afraid of being beaten to death?"

"Hey! It's none of your business!"

Wu Makong sneered.

Keng!

A blue flying sword rose into the sky, and the cold sword energy overflowed.

This issue is very important to him. If the Blood Slaughter Hall has a cooperative relationship with the Seven Feathers Sect, he, who has killed an important direct descendant of the black-robed man, will be in huge potential danger.

"Both the good and the evil are potential disciples of the Seven Feathers Sect. This has been the case for nearly a thousand years. They will not discriminate."

Wu Makong said quickly: "As long as you prove that you are not directly involved with evil cultivators and your qualifications are not ambiguous, you can get started."

"So that's it. Thank you Brother Wuma."

Jiang Ding's expression softened slightly and he put away his flying sword.