Chapter 120 Zhong Yuan’s debut

Baiman Mountain, Tianwu Ridge.

This is a small hill that is only a hundred feet high. Compared with the surrounding peaks with a protruding peak and a thousand feet high walls, it looks like a basin.

This place is named because it is rich in a kind of alien centipede, called Tianqi. It is three feet long and as thick as a child's arm. It is extremely poisonous and extremely powerful. Moreover, its thousand sharp legs, cut gold and jade, scales and armor on its back, and swords are all very famous refining materials. Not to mention killing one, even if it is a scale and half claw, it will be sufficient to refine magic weapons for more than ten years.

However, because this place is only more than 200 miles away from the Yinfeng Cave of Baiman Mountain, the Green-robed Ancestor comes to patrol from time to time, so there are not many monks who really dare to come here to kill Tianjuni.

Today is different.

On the top of Tianwu Ridge, there are a large number of monks standing in groups, some old, some few, some tall, some short, some handsome, some ugly, some in common. However, these people have one thing in common, that is, their extraordinary demeanor! No one can mistakenly think of it as a small character after seeing it.

These people came from the sword fighting of the Red-Haired Ancestor and the Green-Romantic Ancestor. This Tianwuling is the place where the two of them fight their swords. Of course, not so many people received the invitation, but more of them came from the news.

Because this kind of confrontation between top masters has not happened for many years. People who practice in seclusion often go to seclusion and practice hard, and it is rare to encounter it once. Naturally, they have to take a look. Not to mention whether they can understand something from it, it is worth it to just become an enviable topic of conversation for decades or even a hundred years.

These masters will not deliberately show anything, but it is impossible for so many masters of the same level to gather together without competing. Under mutual influence, everyone will unconsciously emit a subtle aura. This kind of aura makes everyone the only one in the world, and even twin brothers will never confuse anyone.

Perhaps it is because there are so many masters in the mountains, in the depressions, and in the jungles, everywhere, fighting with the specialty of the place. Of course, without exception, these people are all casual cultivators or low-class disciples. Obviously, they regard this time as a rare "opportunity to make money"!

The sky was just bright.

The monks from all sides stopped talking in unison and bet on the south.

At this time, a blood thread emerged from the southern sky and expanded rapidly, as if it was overwhelming, spreading towards Tianwuling. The monks on the top of the mountain, without exception, were all masters, and the worst ones were also scattered immortals. They all had strong eyes and could see everything clearly within a moment.

The blood light was a blood river, which was hundreds of feet wide, like a rainbow bridge, extending from the distant void. This blood river was not an illusory manifestation, but only light, but real, with blood qi spreading all over the world, and waves roaring.

Above the waves of the blood river, blood-colored lotus flowers as big as millstones grow, one foot above the river. On each flower, there are a hundred monks in a blood-colored robe. There are always more than a hundred, each holding long banners, and the blood light rises, faintly forming a formation with extraordinary momentum.

The person in the head was a young man about 17 or 18 years old. He had a handsome face and a heroic figure. He had long black hair behind him. He was loosely tied with a thread in the middle with silk ribbons, looking particularly elegant and elegant, like a young man in the world.

However, no one really sees him like that.

Because, whether from the position he stood or the special flying sword behind him, he could see his status among the crowd.

Those monks who came uninvited may still have some doubts in their hearts. Those who have invitations have undoubtedly confirmed the identity of this young man.

The second generation leader of the Redwood Ridge - Zhong Yuan!

It's time to say it, it's time to go!

The surging blood river was surging and rushing very fast. In just a moment, it surged above Tianwu Ridge. At this time, the endless blood river behind it suddenly recycled, and in an instant, it was only a hundred feet long and fell down.

As soon as the blood river fell to the ground, it immediately disappeared, turned into a blood light, and flew into Zhong Yuan's hand, but it was also a long banner. It was the same as the rest of the people, but the banner was blood-red and there was nothing, but it was not like the ones in the hands of others. There were various demon figures or runes on it.

Zhong Yuan held the long banner in his hand, held his fists and bowed to the four directions, and said loudly, "I, Zhong Yuan, add it to the new leader of the Redwood Ridge lineage! Here, I, on behalf of this school, thank all the fellow Taoists for coming and witnessing the fighting swords between the Red-haired Senior Brother and the Green-robed Sect Master! There is no way to repay the wild mountains and wild ridges, so I can only prepare some tea, wine and fruits. I hope you will not dislike me!"

Zhong Yuan seemed to be just a young monk who had not become a scattered immortal, but at this time, no one dared to look down on him, either responded or bowed to him.

At this time, the long banner in Zhong Yuan's hand shook violently, and millions of blood light fell like heavy rain, sinking into the earth at the top of Tiancanling. Then, strands of blood-colored buds burst out, growing bigger and bigger. In just a moment, millions of blood lotus the size of millstones were born. Everyone was immediately in the sea of ​​lotus.

On each blood lotus, there are five jade plates, and on four are various fruits. On the center, some are wine and some are tea.

Those who arrived early were mostly demonic monks, monks from other places and cultivators from all walks of life. However, these people were rarely polite and picked them up from their side to eat and drink.

At this time, they discovered that these plates, wine pots, and teapots were all magic tools, forming their own space, and the things inside seemed endless, and no matter how they were used, they still looked full.

Zhong Yuan was about to pay attention to the situation of various monks coming here, but suddenly, he saw a beautiful woman in her 1930s coming from the sea of ​​lotus.

"Have you met Master Zhong in Xu Feiniang, the second stage!"

The beautiful woman had just seen the gift, and Zhong Yuan had not yet replied, and suddenly she heard a person not far from the left muttering, "These things are so bland! I'll prepare once and don't make some strong liquor and meat. How can I get the food?"

"That's right, I'm young!"

The people next to them also whispered.

At this time, a cold and harsh suddenly appeared on Zhong Yuan's face. The long banner in his hand shook, and a big white bone hand came out of it. He immediately captured the people, threw them away, and smashed them towards a nearby mountain. Then, the big white bone hand quickly retracted.

Of course, everyone present could see this scene clearly. At that time, their faces were different! However, no one said anything, as if it had never happened!
Chapter completed!