Ancient Immortal Doctor Lin Caihan

After the two rushed to the pond, they found that there were more than a dozen disciples of the Sima family patrolling near the pond.

After Zhao Yang used his divine sense to knock them out, he jumped into the pond.

This pond may not look deep, but it is actually very deep.

Zhao Yang and Zhang Fan sneaked hundreds of meters before reaching the bottom.

"How?" Zhang Fan gestured to Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang's divine sense swept over, then swam towards a stone tablet.

"River God's Mansion." Looking at the three words on the stone tablet, Zhao Fan was stunned.

After Zhao Yang inspected it, he patted the stele with his big hand.

The stele remained motionless.

There was surprise in his eyes.

You must know that Zhao Yang is an existence on the ninth floor of the Xiantian Realm.

His random blow couldn't shake a stone tablet?

"There are restrictions." Zhang Fan gave Zhao Yang a look.

Zhao Yang nodded.

In fact, he had known for a long time that there were restrictions on the stele, but he didn't expect that he would not shake it.

Immediately, Zhao Yang studied the restrictions on the stone tablet. After a dozen breaths, a touch of brilliance appeared on his fingertips, and the brilliance outlined a picture on the stone tablet like a dancing elf.

The moment the picture took shape, the stele moved slowly.

Looking at a deep cave below the stele, Zhang Fan swallowed dryly.

"You first." Zhang Fan signaled Zhao Yang to advance.

Zhao Yang shrugged and walked in.

Zhang Fan waited for two breaths and then walked forward.

But the moment he entered the cave, Zhang Fan was bounced away by a tyrannical force.

"Your aptitude is too poor, so you are not qualified to enter the River God's Mansion." Just when Zhang Fan was stunned, a cold voice rang in his ears.

"I'm a genius disciple of Maoshan Daozong." Zhang Fan said indignantly.

There was no response from the cave.

Zhang Fan rushed towards the cave again in disbelief.

He was ejected again without suspense.

Let's talk about Zhao Yang.

After passing through the long and narrow dark corridor, a stone chamber came into view.

The stone room is simple.

The four luminous pearls in the east, west, north and south are blooming with a faint glazed brilliance.

Other than that, there is only a stone table and a stone bench, and on the stone table is a golden secret book.

"Wandering Dragon Transformation."

Seeing the name of the cheat book, Zhao Yang was startled.

"Are you interested?" At this moment, a majestic voice sounded in the stone room.

"Not interested." Zhao Yang said frankly.

"Perhaps you still don't know what level of kungfu is Youlongbian?" The majestic voice sounded again in the stone room, "The kungfu in this world is divided into innate level, supernatural power level, Yuanying level, and earth immortal level. , but this book of Youlong Transformation of mine is at the level of a true immortal."

Zhao Yang's eyes lit up immediately.

Immortal level?

What does this mean?

How could Zhao Yang not know?

This means that as long as I practice this book of Youlong Transformation, I have a great possibility to become a true immortal in the future.

"Are you interested now?" When the voice asked this time, it seemed that Zhao Yang would agree.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhao Yang refused.

"Not interested in."

"Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?" The other party became angrily.

"I'm also practicing a real immortal-level kung fu." Zhao Yang said the secret book of Youlongbian on the stone table and slowly fell into his hands.

"Spiritual thoughts? How is it possible? You are clearly in the Xiantian realm?" The other party was shocked.

Immediately, Zhao Yang saw an old man wearing a blue dragon robe appearing in front of him out of thin air.

He looked at Zhao Yang carefully.

Want to see why.

"Which sect are you from?"

"Pure Yang Sect."

"You are actually Chunyangzi's disciple?" The old man gasped.

"You know my master?" Zhao Yang asked in surprise.

Master seems to be very powerful in the world of practice.

"Your master, forget it, let's not talk about it." The old man waved his hand and said, "Since you are Chunyangzi's disciple, it is not suitable for you to practice my Youlong Transformation." Paused the old man's words A gleam flashed in his eyes, "I have devoted myself to practice these years, and I have researched a supernatural power. I wonder if you are interested?"

"What supernatural power?" Zhao Yang asked softly.

"It's ever-changing." The old man said in a deep voice.

"The ever-changing?"

"Theoretically, you can change into everything in the world."

"This sounds amazing."

"Do you want to learn?"

"Learn."

"Then call me teacher." The old man straightened his body and said.

"Teacher." Zhao Yang shouted indifferently.

A teacher is completely different from a master.

A look of surprise appeared on the old man's face, and then he said with a little sigh, "I thought my inheritance would be cut off, but I never thought that I would meet you in the last stage of my life."

"Teacher, you...?"

"This book Youlongchang made me, but at the same time it also ruined me." The old man pointed to the book Youlongbian and sighed softly, "Who wouldn't covet a real immortal-level skill? Back then, I practiced to Yuanying When I was at a high level, I was assassinated by an old dragon, and by luck I escaped with a ray of primordial spirit."

"Senior, why didn't you rebuild it?" Zhao Yang asked curiously.

"The primordial spirit I escaped is very small, and there is no possibility of rebuilding." The old man shook his head and said, "In fact, if you don't show up again, I will disappear from this world in three months."

"The eight spirit stones that appeared near the cave were also caused by seniors?" Zhao Yang immediately thought of something.

"Yeah, I thought that the emergence of spirit stones would attract experts in the supernatural power realm." The old man nodded.

It's a pity that what he didn't expect was that this place was the ancestral land of the Sima clan.

Then the news will naturally not leak.

"Since you already have divine thoughts, it proves that you have the sea of ​​consciousness." The old man said while detaining a wisp of divine thoughts from the center of his brows, and tapped it on Zhao Yang's brows.

Zhao Yang only felt that a huge amount of knowledge was rushing towards his sea of ​​consciousness.

It took about a dozen breaths before it ended.

He rubbed his swollen head and said, "Senior, you seem to have taught me a lot?"

"I have passed on all my exercises and my insights over the years to you. If you think it is useful, you can keep it. If you think it is useless, you can erase it from your memory." The old man said here and put the dragon ring on his finger. The accusation came down, "This ring contains the resources I have collected over the years, and I will give it to you together."

"Teacher." Zhao Yang sighed inwardly as he watched the old man's thinner and thinner figure.

So what if you reach the Nascent Soul?

Still not going to die?

"Son, I want to warn you about one thing. If you miss something, you will miss it." The old man patted Zhao Yang on the shoulder.

Just as Zhao Yang wanted to say something, the old man turned into a rain of light.

Zhao Yang felt a little stuck in his heart.

Although the time spent with the old man was very short, the old man gave him everything.

Inheritance, skills, resources.

The old man taught each other all the money.

This kind of kindness is like rebuilding.

But then Zhao Yang checked the Beaulieu ring that the old man gave him.

Beaulieu Ring is a magic weapon of space.

Only the mind can enter.