The first thousand five hundred and seventy-five chapters Long Qian in the abyss
In addition to these true disciples who are the core, there are also several middle-aged men and women standing aside, with Qi Baichuan, who is tall and has a calm temperament at the front.
Qi Baichuan looked at Wang Mu's majestic back with a complex and inexplicable look, both relieved and jealous, and a hint of vague enlightenment.
"A new era is here..."
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
As the elder of the inner hall of the Tianlong Sect and the senior brother of the previous generation of true masters, Qi Baichuan became the top master at the peak of Huajin many years ago.
However, fate seemed to be a big joke with him. After reaching the peak of Huajin, his cultivation fell to a standstill.
Obviously, as long as he takes another half step forward, he can enter the realm of the supreme master, but no matter how hard he tries, he can only stand still and never break through.
Qi Baichuan didn't believe in fate, but had to accept his fate.
If you don’t enter the alchemy power at the age of thirty, you will have no hope for life.
Although this common saying, which is widely circulated in the martial arts world, is exaggerated and unreal, it expresses the sadness and unwillingness of countless powerful people.
Ming Jin, hidden Jin, Transform Jin, Dan Jin, Gang Jin... The road to the top of martial arts has never been a flat horse, but full of ups and downs and dangers.
When Wang Mu entered the school, Qi Baichuan had guided the other party's martial arts, but at this moment he was left far behind. How could he not feel mixed in his heart?
Qi Baichuan let out a long breath, looked away, looked into the distance, silently circulating the inner breath to calm the blood, so as not to be noticed by others, and then he would have to spend some more explanations.
Two minutes later.
Xiao Shitong, the head of the Tianlong Sect, walked out of the meeting hall surrounded by many senior officials.
Xiao Shitong was wearing a light gray training suit, wearing a black cloak, neckline, cuffs, and chest with complex and exquisite patterns embroidered with golden silk thread, forming an abstract dragon-shaped pattern.
He was tall, even half a head taller than Wang Mu. Even though he was over the prime of life, he still exuded a vigor like a lion.
Seeing Xiao Shitong come out, everyone, including Qi Baichuan, subconsciously corrected their attitude, clasped their fists and saluted him, and said in unison: "Greetings to the head!"
“No need to be polite.”
Xiao Shitong raised his hand and pressed it down, then looked around his eyes, glanced over the faces of the true disciples, and finally fell on Wang Mu, asking calmly: "Have you all arrived?"
"Go back to the master, all the disciples who went to the capital to participate in the martial arts meeting have arrived." Wang Mu replied without hesitation.
When talking, Wang Mu looked serious, without a smile, and his pronunciation was like a metallic and iron fight, which was completely different from his usual kind appearance.
"So, let's go."
Xiao Shitong glanced at Wang Mu deeply, then withdrew his gaze, walked through the crowd, and walked forward.
Wang Mumo followed silently, deliberately lagging behind Xiao Shitong half a step to show respect.
The other true disciples and elders also set off one after another. They were in groups, lined up in neat rows, following Wang Mu and Xiao Shitong one after another. The atmosphere was heavy and solemn, full of a smell of storm.
"Give me a gift to the head!"
The senior executives of the Tianlong Sect who were responsible for staying at the headquarters bowed at the same time, bowed to the ground, and their voices shook the sky: "I wish the leader a victory and a success!"
Western province, Sunshine City.
Sunshine City is located on the plateau, with an altitude of more than 3,000 meters. The air is thin, the sun shines strongly, and the temperature difference between day and night is extremely large, so it has formed a completely different ethnic custom from the inland of the Central Plains.
The Yari Sect, one of the top ten hidden sects, is headquartered in Sunshine City.
A large area of undulating buildings occupy the northwest corner of Sunshine City. The golden tiles shine with dazzling light under the sunlight, contrasting with the snow-white walls, making them magnificent.
This is the location of the Yassan Sect.
As the only hidden sect in the entire western province, the Yari Sect has a transcendent status and its influence extends to all classes of society, including all kinds of religions and all kinds of things.
At the same time, the history of the Yaori Sect is also very long, and it can be almost compared with the Zhenwu Sect and Wuji Sect.
However, compared with the brilliant and famous names in the Zhenwu Sect and Wuji Sect ancestor hall, Yaori Sect seems quite disgraceful.
In addition to the founding ancestors, the Yaori Sect has never appeared a super strong man recognized as the world.
Of course, there is a great master of Danjin, the Yaori Sect, otherwise it would not be able to be firmly among the hidden sects.
However, the great master of Danjin in the Yaori Sect rarely wins in fighting with powerful people of the same level.
Because the art of the Yaori Sect’s sect is called “The Golden Body of the Unmoved King”.
As the name suggests, the golden body of the Immortal King is a martial art with extremely strong defense. If you practice it to the highest level, you can even reach the realm of indestructible Vajra.
However, the golden body of the Unmoved Mingwang has a fatal flaw, that is, the speed is very slow and cannot catch up with the opponent in actual combat, so they can only be passively beaten.
It is precisely for the above reasons that, after being defeated by Du Huaizhen more than 80 years ago, the contemporary sect leader of the Yaori Sect learned his mistakes and decided to relocate the sect and come to the western province far away from the vortex of struggle to take root, looking for a way to break the situation.
Staying away from the Central Plains has both advantages and disadvantages for the Yaori Sect.
The advantage is that the competition is not fierce, and basically no sect can threaten their status; the disadvantage is that they are in a stable place all year round and gradually lose their enterprising spirit.
Fortunately, the situation of boiling frogs in warm water has finally changed in recent years.
Because there was an amazing true disciple of Yaori Sect, who had a good heart, high talent, and rapid progress, which was simply rare in a century.
In a quiet room.
A handsome young man in white sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his hands were placed flat on his knees, his muscles were loose and his expression was calm and peaceful.
The young man in white had a bare head without a single hair, and a red mole was growing on the center of his eyebrows, and his whole body exuded a calm and ethereal charm.
On the surface of the young man in white, a layer of faintly visible golden light was faintly shrouded, which expanded and contracted as he breathed, covering two meters in size around his body when he expanded, and close to the surface of his skin when he contracted.
This is the sign of the golden body of the Unmoved Mingwang who has reached the extreme depths.
"Junior brother, are you still in there?"
An anxious voice suddenly sounded outside the Jing room: "Master sent me to ask you, when will you go? Everyone is impatient to wait!"
Hearing the sound, the young man in white moved his eyelids and slowly opened a gap.
"Senior brother, is it time to have a meal?" The young man in white yawned, stretched comfortably, and then asked in a daze.
"Bang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the quiet room was kicked open.
Chapter completed!