White Cloud Peak, in the square.
A black Flood Dragon, with a right-angled head, sharp claws of cold light, and a body covered with scales. The dragon's whiskers were swaying in the wind. At this time, it was floating in the sky above the square. A pair of lantern-sized eyes stared at the people in the square.
And at the right angle to Flood Dragon, there is standing an old man with a square face and dark hair wearing a star robe. His eyes are bright and he seems to be in good spirits.
At this time.
There was silence in the square. Many of the disciples were frightened by the pressure emanating from Flood Dragon, and their faces turned a little pale. Even Cold Fairy, who had always had a cold face, lowered his head at this time.
It can be seen how strong the pressure of Flood Dragon is.
At the same time, Cheng Buzheng also lowered his head immediately and conscientiously. Even so, cold sweat broke out on his back. Of course, all this was done to keep a low profile.
Once you fight hard to the end, although you may win the favor of the masters in the sect, you may also be labeled as ignorant.
After all, being favored by an expert cannot bring him any benefit, and being disliked by an expert is even more undesirable.
Cheng Buzheng is not willing to do this kind of high-profile but useless thing.
At the same time, this is extremely inconsistent with his style of doing things.
The expert in the sect seemed to be only in his fifties or sixties, but when he glanced at him, Cheng Buzheng felt that his internal organs had been completely seen by the expert, leaving no room for hiding.
Cheng Buzheng felt horrified by this. This was definitely not the power that Foundation Establishment Realm Martial Uncle could possess.
Cheng Buzheng thought secretly in his heart.
At the same time.
Sect Master and a group of Hall Master and others in the square quickly stepped forward, bowed and saluted:
"I've seen Martial Uncle!"
The words he spoke were not only neat, but also somewhat flattering, which shocked Cheng Buzheng and many disciples present.
Immediately.
Sect Leader Fang turned his eyes, looked at the many disciples, and introduced:
"This is our door, Golden Core Stage Martial Granduncle, Grand Martial Uncle Huang!"
Originally Cheng Buzheng had some guesses about the identity of this expert, but after hearing about it, he was still surprised.
Golden Core Stage monk, he has heard of his name for a long time, but has never seen him.
See this.
Many monks present quickly bowed to Grandmaster Huang and shouted with excitement:
"Greetings to Grandmaster Huang, I wish Grandmaster Huang success in his immortal path!"
Such neat idioms for meeting the ancestors are certainly not a coincidence.
This is exactly the terminology specified in the manual when joining the sect.
It can be seen what kind of status a Golden Core Stage monk has in the sect. Of course, there are also words to pay homage to the Nascent Soul Realm ancestor, and there are even special words for the Spirit Transformation overhaul.
From the beginning of the White Cloud Sect to the present, there has not been a monk of the Spirit Transformation period, but this does not prevent this regulation from appearing in the sect manual.
In the world of cultivating immortals, even small sects have such regulations. Even a Jindan monk does not have a small family, but the manual within the sect still has the greeting terms for monks of the Spirit Transformation period.
This is also the hope of every Immortal Sect, hoping that high-level monks will appear in the sect.
Immediately.
Sect Leader Fang also told many disciples that this time Grandmaster Huang led the team to participate in 'Seed Trial' and the five accompanying Foundation Establishment Realm Martial Uncle.
Grand Martial Uncle Huang, who was standing at the right angle to Flood Dragon, saw Sect Leader Fang finished his introduction and said directly:
"You all come up!"
"My Mystic Ink Flood Dragon is much faster than your Artifact Flight. It only takes three days to arrive!"
Grandmaster Huang reached out and touched the huge right angle of Mystic Ink Flood Dragon, and said calmly.
Hear the words.
Many disciples glanced at Mystic Ink Flood Dragon in fear, fearing that one of Flood Dragon would be unhappy and swallow them whole.
Really, this Mystic Ink Flood Dragon put too much pressure on them, leaving them with no sense of security.
Regarding this.
Cheng Buzheng, however, felt hot in his heart. He glanced at Grand Martial Uncle Huang and murmured in his heart:
"Is this the power that Golden Core Stage possesses?"
"Even Flood Dragon, who is so powerful, was conquered by Grandmaster Huang. This shows that monk Golden Core Stage has infinite mana and unlimited Divine Ability!"
Originally, Cheng Buzheng didn't have a clear understanding of Golden Core Stage.
See this.
His Daoist heart became more determined, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared in a flash.
At the same time, in his Great Cause of Longevity, the first target that needs to be chased has appeared.
Later, Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples, under the leadership of the Foundation Establishment Realm Martial Uncle, flew onto the back of Mystic Ink Flood Dragon with some fear.
Many disciples were arranged in an orderly manner, sitting cross-legged on black metal-like scales, each one silent, as if they were afraid of disturbing Mystic Ink Flood Dragon beneath them.
Cheng Buzheng was sitting cross-legged in a slightly remote place. After scanning around, he saw Grandmaster Huang sitting cross-legged at the right angle of the dragon's head, and five Foundation Establishment Realm Martial Uncle were sitting cross-legged on the neck of the dragon directly behind Grandmaster Huang, closing their eyes to relax.
See this.
Many monks also learned the lesson and sat cross-legged without any monks talking to each other.
However, Cheng Buzheng also noticed that the number of male disciples sitting cross-legged near Cold Fairy was obviously a little denser.
"No matter where they are, the three fairy flowers of the White Cloud Sect are the brightest pearls among the crowd."
"Even in front of Martial Uncle and Martial Granduncle, it's still the same, but it's not so obvious!"
Cheng Buzheng has some contempt in his heart for his classmates who have the potential to be a dog licker.
Then, Grandmaster Huang waved his sleeves and a wave of Spirit Energy Shield wrapped many monks in it, and then Mystic Ink Flood Dragon started to move instantly.
Countless mountains, forests, rivers, and land quickly retreated and then disappeared.
At the same time, Cheng Buzheng sat cross-legged for three days in fear, and finally reached the destination.
Grand Martial Uncle Huang is right. The flying speed of Mystic Ink Flood Dragon is simply not comparable to that of their pilot Law Artifact.
Trial Valley.
Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples quickly flew down from behind Mystic Ink Flood Dragon, and then breathed out lightly.
And the thirty-year-old Mystic Ink Flood Dragon turned into the size of a palm, turned into a stream of light and flew to Grandmaster Huang's shoulder, and rubbed Grand Martial Uncle Huang's neck intimately.
Grand Martial Uncle Huang touched the petite Mystic Ink Flood Dragon with a smile.
Immediately, Grandmaster Huang sat down directly on the mountainside in the southeast corner.
At the same time, Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples also headed to the southeast under the leadership of five Martial Uncle.
From Martial Uncle's mouth, Cheng Buzheng and many other disciples also knew that at this time, it was not the time to enter Secret Realm. Secret Realm could not be opened until the sects from the other five countries arrived.
White Cloud Sect alone cannot open Secret Realm.
The time for each major sect to open Secret Realm is about ten days later.
It is precisely because they, White Cloud Sect, are the closest ones that they arrived so early.
After arriving at the southeast corner, Martial Uncle announced that everyone can move around freely, and everyone needs to wait neatly for the other Immortal Sect tomorrow.