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Latest website: When a monk climbs to the top of the first mountain, he can drink the holy water from the first holy spring.

It is said that the seven holy springs in the ancient sacred mountain are the seven bloodlines of an ancient god. If a monk drinks the spring water, it will not only improve his cultivation, but also help him understand the holy way and the way of swordsmanship.

Of course Zhang Ruochen wanted to taste the holy spring to see if it was really as magical as the legend said.

The first level of the ancient sacred mountain is nine thousand meters high. If you want to climb from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, you need to constantly fight against the invisible "force".

Reaching six thousand meters, Zhang Ruochen clearly felt the power of "momentum". His brain was slightly dizzy and his eardrums began to swell and hurt.

Zhang Ruochen just mobilized his true energy and circulated it in his body, immediately dispelling the power of "potential" and becoming relaxed and natural again.

Reaching the position of 7,000 meters, Zhang Ruochen saw a disciple of the Sixth Transformation of Fish-Dragon in front of him, who was slowly moving forward.

This person has obviously reached the limit of his body, his robes are soaked with sweat, and veins are appearing on his face, but he is still trying to persevere and forcefully climb up.

"boom!"

The huge "power" impacted on his body, immediately shattering his eardrums and causing blood to pour out of his ears.

The holy disciple screamed, his body was out of control, he flew out and fell down the bottomless cliff.

When Zhang Ruochen saw this scene, he immediately mobilized the power of his Sword Intention Heart. With a "whoosh" sound, the blue sword on his back immediately flew out of its sheath, turning into a sword rainbow and rushing towards the bottom of the cliff.

After a moment, the blue sword held up the holy disciple and flew up.

Zhang Ruochen threw the holy disciple on the mountain road, took back the blue sword, and continued to walk upward.

Not far ahead, a tall, thin man in blood-stained clothes turned his head and glanced at Zhang Ruochen. Originally, he was ready to save people just now, but Zhang Ruochen took a step ahead.

The tall and thin man looked quite vicissitudes of life. He must have been in his mid-thirties. He restrained the blood-red holy energy in his palm and said: "Under the suppression of the ancient sacred mountain, he can still use it." When it comes to sword control, you are pretty good."

Zhang Ruochen looked up and saw a man wearing a blood-red Taoist robe ten feet away, staring at him with a pair of cold eyes.

Even ten feet apart, Zhang Ruochen could smell the strong bloody smell emanating from the other party's body.

What surprised Zhang Ruochen the most was that with his eyesight, he could not see clearly the level of this person's cultivation level. He could only roughly guess that the other person's cultivation level was at least the Seventh Transformation of Fish and Dragon, or even stronger.

It was not strange to meet an expert in the ancient sacred mountain. What really surprised Zhang Ruochen was that the patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs of the tall, thin man were exactly the same as the patterns on his Taoist robe.

In other words, the tall and thin man is also a disciple of the Holy Tradition of Changshengyuan.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Which spiritual mountain in the Changsheng Academy are you a disciple of?"

The tall and thin man had a cold face and did not answer Zhang Ruochen's words. He continued walking towards the top of the mountain without saying a word.

His steps were slow but steady, and even though there was a "power" impacting his will, he seemed exceptionally calm.

It was obviously him who took the initiative to talk to Zhang Ruochen, but when Zhang Ruochen wanted to communicate with him, he became extremely cold.

What a weirdo!

Zhang Ruochen shook his head, walked slowly and unhurriedly on the mountain road, and continued to the top of the mountain.

The "power" of the first mountain was indeed very strong, but it was still difficult for Zhang Ruochen. In less than an hour, he reached the top of the mountain.

The tall and thin man climbed to the top of the mountain with Zhang Ruochen. Then, without saying a word, he walked towards the first holy spring.

At the foot of the ancient sacred mountain.

Mu Jiji and Xun Hualiu were looking at the top of the mountain from beginning to end. When they saw Zhang Ruochen successfully climbed to the top of the first mountain, they jumped up with excitement.

"Boss Lin Yue is really amazing. He climbed to the top of the first mountain for the first time in the ancient sacred mountain. This achievement is not bad at all even compared with Gai Hao. How great would it be if I were half as good as him? "Xunhua Liu said.

Mujiji was also very excited, and said in a show-off manner with several acquaintances of the saint disciples around him: "Did you see that the man on the top of the first mountain is my boss, Lin Yue, isn't he awesome?"

The eyesight of the disciples of the Holy Tradition is very amazing. If the true energy is injected into the eyes, they can clearly see every plant and tree hundreds of miles away.

It would be easy for them to see the people on the top of the mountain.

Just when Xun Hualiu and Mu Jiji were showing off to everyone that Lin Yue was their boss, the surrounding disciples all stared at the tall and thin man standing next to Lin Yue.

"That person...that person finally returned to the sect?"

"How could it be him?"

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Seeing that everyone ignored Boss Lin Yue and actually stared at another person, Mu Jiji was naturally very unhappy. He flattened his lips and looked towards the top of the mountain again, wanting to see what had actually snatched Boss Lin Yue away. of limelight.

His eyes fell on the tall and thin man.

That was a very strange figure. Mu Jiji claimed to be the know-it-all of the Liang Yi Sect, but he couldn't recognize that person no matter what.

So, Mujiji asked an older disciple next to him, "Senior Brother Ji, who is that man from? Why do you seem to be afraid of him, given your cultivation?"

The older disciple said: "With your age, of course you have never seen him in the sect, but you must have heard of his name. This man is the only general of the Liangyi Sect in thousands of years. The monk who successfully practiced the "Blood Sword Sutra" is named Candong. Thirty years ago, he went to the battlefield of the Xu Realm to practice and never returned to the sect. Almost no young disciples have seen his true appearance."

"Blood Sword, Candong."

Both Mu Jiji and Xun Hualiu's expressions changed in shock.

None of them expected that they would see the legendary murderer.

Not to mention Mu Jiji and Xun Hualiu, the holy disciples present were all excited when they learned that Candong was traveling to the ancient sacred mountain.

"I originally thought that today would be a battle between Qin Yufan, Xu Changsheng, and Qi Feiyu, but I didn't expect that Candong would actually join in. Now there's something exciting to watch!"

"Qin Yufan and Qi Feiyu should be able to climb to the top of the second mountain. Xu Changsheng and Candong will probably stop at the mountainside of the second mountain."

"The sect has made internal statistics. In the Fish and Dragon Realm, among the saint disciples who can climb the second level of the mountain, 99% of them will later become semi-saints, and 30% of them will become saints. Who can climb the second level of the mountain? Erzhong Mountain is equivalent to being able to become a semi-saint, and even a saint has great hope."

All the saintly disciples present were discussing Qin Yufan, Qi Feiyu, Xu Changsheng, and Candong. Incredibly, all four of them have the cultivation level of the eighth fish-dragon transformation.

Under the light of the four of them, no one paid attention to Lin Yue who climbed the first level of the mountain.

After all, in the eyes of everyone, Lin Yue is just a newly promoted disciple of the Holy Tradition. Whether it is cultivation or fame, he is not at the same level as the previous four.

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The first holy spring flows down from the top of the second mountain, passes through the blue stones, turns into a stream, and flows down the mountain. However, before the holy water reached the mountainside, it completely soaked into the soil and disappeared.

In other words, only by climbing to the top of the first mountain can you drink the holy water from the holy spring.

The holy water in the creek shows colorful colors and exudes a faint fragrance. Because of the watering of the holy spring, countless rare elixirs grow beside the stream, ranging from one-thousand-year-old to three-thousand-year-old.

Every elixir sold would fetch a high price.

Every holy disciple can only drink the holy water from the holy spring when he climbs to the top of the mountain for the first time. If you climb to the top of the mountain for the second time and try to get close to the holy spring, you will immediately be bounced away by the formation beside the holy spring.

The tall and thin man walked into a Taoist temple, took down a green gourd on the altar, walked to the holy spring, and took out a gourd from the holy spring.

Zhang Ruochen also entered the Taoist temple, took out a palm-sized gourd, and prepared to use it to collect the holy spring.

The tall and thin man glanced at Zhang Ruochen and said, "You have a good talent. Why don't you drink the holy spring here to improve your cultivation instead of taking the holy spring away?"

"Why didn't you drink the holy spring here to improve your cultivation instead of taking the holy spring away?" Zhang Ruochen asked in return.

The rule of the ancient sacred mountain is that as long as the body can bear it, the disciples can drink as much holy spring as they can.

However, if the disciples of the Holy Tradition do not practice by the Holy Spring and want to take the Holy Spring out, they can only fill a small gourd.

Therefore, disciples of the Holy Tradition with strong physiques will almost always choose to practice by the Holy Spring and use the Holy Spring to achieve breakthroughs. In this way, the holy spring they drank was many times more than the holy spring contained in a small gourd.

The tall and thin man stood up again, looked at the gourd in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "I am different from you."

Zhang Ruochen squatted down, put the green gourd into the holy spring, smiled and said, "You and I are not the same."

The tall and thin man stared at Zhang Ruochen deeply, said nothing, put away the green gourd, and headed straight for the second level of the mountain.

After the tall and thin man left, the corners of Zhang Ruochen's mouth slightly raised. When using the gourd to collect the holy spring, he quietly injected his true energy into the space ring on his finger and used the space ring to collect the holy spring.

"Wow!"

The colorful holy spring immediately surged into the space ring, forming a small whirlpool on the water surface.

Zhang Ruochen was afraid of alarming the saints in the ancient sacred mountain and did not dare to charge too much.

After filling about one cubic meter of the holy spring, he immediately withdrew his true energy and closed the entrance to the space ring again.

At the same time, he retracted his hand, took back the gourd filled with the holy spring, put the lid on the gourd, hung it on his waist, and walked towards the second level of the mountain.

One cubic meter of holy spring in the space ring is already a thousand times that of the holy spring in the gourd. It is simply a huge wealth.