Ancient Immortal Doctor Lin Caihan

"The Zhao family has just been promoted to an aristocratic family, let's go step by step." Zhao Yang glanced at Qi Liuyun.

Qi Liuyun immediately understood what Zhao Yang meant.

Zhao Yang didn't want the Zhao family to be contaminated with Taoist karma.

"Brother." Zhao Yue'er stomped her feet and shouted a little unhappy.

Qi Liuyun promised to give him a panacea to improve his aptitude.

"I have the panacea to improve aptitude, but Yue'er, have you ever thought about how you will make the big families and powers treat the Zhao family when you suddenly become a congenital?" Zhao Yang looked at Zhao Yue'er and said lightly.

"Brother, you are a true disciple of the Taoist sect. Could it be that our Zhao family is still afraid of those aristocratic families?" Zhao Yue'er said puzzled.

"I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, but I'm afraid of thieves thinking about it." Zhao Yang shook his head and said, "I don't want to delay my practice because of my family."

"Brother, isn't your thinking a little selfish? You have the blood of the Zhao family running through your body." Zhao Yueer bit her lip and still expressed her inner thoughts.

"There are some things you don't understand." Zhao Yang didn't continue to explain.

If Zhao Yang decides to help the family, then the Zhao family can only move forward, and it is impossible to return to the previous state.

Zhao Yueer was about to say something when Zhang Fan interrupted her.

"It's not a good thing for a tree to attract the wind sometimes." Zhang Fan said leisurely.

"I don't understand." Zhao Yueer shook her head after pondering for a while.

"Some things, if you don't understand now, you will understand in the future." Zhao Yang said lightly.

Zhao Yue'er's eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything.

As he walked, Zhao Yue'er found that there were not many Taoist disciples in Longhu Mountain.

"Master Qi, how many disciples do you have in Longhu Mountain?"

"There are fifteen Longhushan disciples in our generation." Qi Liuyun replied softly.

"Why are there so few?" Zhao Yueer was shocked.

"In fact, the conditions for becoming a Daoist disciple are very strict." Qi Liuyun looked at Zhao Yueer and said, "Without spiritual roots, qualifications, and good fortune, Daomen generally would not accept them."

"And me?"

Qi Liuyun smiled wryly.

How does this make him say?

"You have no spiritual root, no aptitude, and no good luck." Zhao Yang said lightly, "Generally speaking, the innate realm is the end point for your type."

"Brother, can you be more reserved?" Zhao Yue'er said with a mournful face.

"Why was Shangguan Longxiang selected by Longhushan as a handyman disciple? Could it be that you think Shangguan Longxiang is good-looking?" Zhao Yang glanced at Zhao Yueer and said, "Actually, it is because Shangguan Longxiang has a Huang-level spirit. root."

"Yellow-level spiritual root?"

"Spiritual roots are divided into four major grades of Tiandi Xuanhuang, and each major grade is divided into four smaller grades, namely the early stage, middle stage, late stage, and peak." Zhao Yang explained, "Shangguan Longxiang's spiritual root is Early yellow class."

"What about yours?" Zhao Yueer asked subconsciously.

"What do you think?" Zhao Yang smiled slightly.

"Miss Yue'er, generally speaking, the inner disciples of the Taoist sect have the spiritual roots of the middle Huang level or even the late Huang level. As for the true disciples, no matter how bad they are, they all have the spiritual roots of the late Huang level." Zhang Fan paused when he said this. After a while, he said, "In addition, the spiritual root belongs to a cultivator's secret. Once you join the sect, the elders of the sect will cover it up."

"Just now my brother said that the spiritual roots are divided into heaven and earth, mysterious and yellow. Don't monks have mysterious spiritual roots?"

"Mysterious-level spiritual root?" Zhang Fan shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of anyone with a mysterious-level spiritual root among the monks of this generation."

Qi Liuyun glanced at Zhao Yang with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Qi Liuyun didn't believe that Zhao Yang's spiritual root was not Xuan level.

How amazing is Chun Yangzi?

If the spiritual root of the disciple he selected is not of the Xuan level, who would believe it?

Not long after walking, the group came to a gazebo.

And in the gazebo, there are more than a dozen young monks talking freely.

"Senior brother Qi." When the monks saw Qi Liuyun, they all stood up.

Qi Liuyun smiled and nodded.

"Zhao Yang." At this moment, a man in a white robe shouted with an unkind expression.

Several blooming chrysanthemums were embroidered on his gown.

Zhao Yang glanced at the man and said, "Young Master Ju, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Mei said you are the number one master of the younger generation?" Mr. Ju's eyes were full of fighting intent when he said this.

"Mr. Mei said you are a fool, are you a fool?" Zhao Yang said angrily.

The monks present were all stunned.

Please.

Everyone is a high-ranking monk, okay?

Can you pay attention to some of your own image?

"What did you say?" Mr. Ju was furious, and he rushed to Zhao Yang, "Mr. Mei really said I was stupid?"

Zhao Yang was stunned.

Poor god.

I am just making an analogy.

Can you stop being so blunt?

"Young Master Ju, what are you going to do?" At this moment, an ethereal voice came from a distance, and then a girl with picturesque features walked over from a distance.

That young girl is graceful and charming.

She was wearing a long blue dress, with three thousand blue hairs hanging down naturally.

"Fairy Queqiao, this is my grievance with Zhao Yang, it has nothing to do with you." I have to say that Young Master Ju is a tough guy.

Fairy Magpie Bridge is one of the most beautiful women in the practice world.

Who doesn't give three points of thin noodles?

"Zhao Yang's business is my business." Queqiao Fairy said a phoenix cry resounded through the audience, and then a blue spirit sword appeared in her hand.

Fairy Magpie Bridge held a three-foot green blade and looked at Young Master Ju with piercing eyes.

At this moment, Fairy Magpie Bridge was a little less weak and a little more fierce.

Seeing this scene, the monks present felt sour.

Fairy Queqiao is very popular with people, and she rarely clashed with others these years, but for Zhao Yang, she confronted Young Master Ju from Penglai Pavilion these years.

"You are not my opponent." Young Master Ju shook his head indifferently.

"You won't know until you fight." Fairy Queqiao said and then activated the sword formula.

But just when Fairy Queqiao was about to make a move, Zhao Yang held her shoulder, "How decent is it for girls to fight and kill?"

"No, he just can't target you." Fairy Queqiao glanced at Zhao Yang and said stubbornly.

"Queqiao, if you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being rude." Mr. Ju snorted coldly.

"Noisy." Zhao Yang glanced at Young Master Ju.

A shocking aura turned into a turbulent wave and rolled towards Young Master Ju.

Young Master Ju immediately gathered his aura.

But the aura he gathered was more than a star and a half behind Zhao Yang's aura.

step!

Two steps!

Three steps!

Young Master Ju stepped back a dozen steps before stopping.

His face turned blue and white, and after two breaths, he spat out a mouthful of blood.