Nobody Truly Think Master is a Mortal, Right?

White Willow Square.

He looked at the stone tablet in front of him.

Chu Yuan was confused for a while, is it enough to put her hand on it?

He raised his head and looked at a middle-aged man in a light blue uniform next to the stone tablet in confusion.

"Just put your hand on it?"

Chu Yuan asked suspiciously.

"If you want to excel, you can use your feet."

The middle-aged base-building cultivator glanced at Chu Yuan lightly, and said casually.

"It's better to use your feet?"

Chu Yuan asked again.

"What do you say?"

The middle-aged monk's mouth twitched slightly, a little speechless.

"I feel the same."

Chu Yuan shook his head.

"Then don't put your hand on it."

The middle-aged cultivator supported his forehead, walked to the side, and took a deep breath.

Hosting such a thing is really tiring.

This person should be the last one, right?

Gee, I don't know what this young man thinks.

It looks like he is in his twenties, and there is still a dream of cultivating immortals?

If there is a spiritual root with a different attribute, it would have been accepted by other sects long ago.

But then again.

Why does he look familiar to this young man?

As if I had seen this person somewhere.

The middle-aged cultivator stared at Chu Yuan's handsome face carefully for a long time, but still couldn't see anything.

It's just a feeling.

Deja Vu.

But I can't remember where I saw it.

Forget it, if I can't remember it.

The middle-aged cultivator could only shake his head and no longer think about it.

...

Standing in front of the stone monument.

Chu Yuan looked up at the stone tablet and was stunned for a moment.

He slowly stretched out his palm from his wide sleeve.

pat.

The palm touched the stone tablet.

A cold feeling came.

I haven't waited for Chu Yuan to feel it carefully.

A force poured out from the stone tablet and entered his body.

Chu Yuan subconsciously wanted to block this force.

But he hadn't had time to resist.

The power in that stele disappeared.

at the same time.

The stele also began to shine.

I saw a brown light blooming in the stone tablet.

This is……

Van Linggen?

wrong!

Chu Yuan could see it.

In this brown light, there are other lights mixed with it.

There are gold, red, blue, and all kinds of colors.

These lights are subtle, interspersed with brown light.

What is this?

Chu Yuan was stunned. Didn't he say yes, Tianlinggen started?

What is this.

Cabbage root?

Dumpling Linggen?

With stuffing in it?

Chu Yuan turned to look at the middle-aged monk.

It turned out that the middle-aged cultivator was also confused and could not understand what kind of spiritual root Chu Yuan was.

Whoa! !

Seeing this, the two Jindan cultivators outside the square stepped on the flying sword and quickly flew to the square.

"I have seen the elders."

The middle-aged monk hurriedly saluted.

The two Jindan cultivators didn't care about him, they went straight to the stone tablet, looked carefully, looked at each other, and both shook their heads.

"This is the root of miscellaneous spirits, which can barely be included in the sect."

One of the Jindan cultivators said.

Chu Yuan, who was standing aside, was immediately stunned.

Miscellaneous roots?

What is this.

It's not a good thing to hear.

He is such a great genius, why didn't he start from Tianlinggen?

However, what exactly is this miscellaneous root.

Chu Yuan was suspicious.

"Dare to ask, what does Zaling root mean? Is it strong?"

Chu Yuan asked.

The two Jindan cultivators didn't answer, they stepped on the flying sword and left with a proud look on their faces.

It was the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator who kindly answered.

"Miscellaneous spirit root is better than ordinary spirit root. To put it simply, it is a spiritual root that can repair everything, but can't repair anything."

"It's a little bit better than Fan Linggen, but you can also join my Changhe Sect and step into the path of immortal cultivation. Maybe in the process of cultivating immortals, what chance did you get to make up for the difference in spiritual roots?"

"So cheer up and come back to Changhe Sect with us later."

The middle-aged base-building cultivator said encouragingly.

Say it again.

The middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator did not feel that this young man had any potential at all.

Bringing back the sect is just to gather people's heads.

After all, there are times when the sect and other sects have some conflicts. When they confront each other, there are multiple heads, and the momentum is obviously fierce.

As for Chu Yuan.

He is in self-doubt.

Isn't he a genius?

Miscellaneous spirit root, is it better than ordinary spirit root?

This is not right.

Normally speaking, shouldn't he be rooted in Tianling?

It must be the problem with the stele.

It's definitely not that he's trash.

Chu Yuan's stunned eyes fell into the eyes of the middle-aged base-building cultivator, but it turned into a heart of loss for the weakness of his spiritual roots.

"Okay, Linggen may not be that important, don't think about it, go clean up, and follow us back to the sect."

The middle-aged base-building cultivator couldn't bear it, and persuaded him.

Hear this.

Chu Yuan, who was standing beside her, instantly recovered.

Go to Changhe Sect to cultivate immortals?

seems to work.

He has no foundation for immortal cultivation, and it is too difficult to rely on himself to hold a copy of "Basic Cultivation Techniques in the Early Stage of Qi Refining Realm".

If you can join this authentic Xiuxian sect, you can add your own Wudao sect.

By then, won't the realm be rising?

However, he is a sect master, I don't know if he has this status, can he be a part-time disciple in other sects.

Thinking of this, Chu Yuan wanted to try asking.

"I dare to ask this cultivator, I am the suzerain of Fang Zongmen. I don't know if I have this status, can I still enter the Changhe Zong to cultivate immortals?"

Chu Yuan asked.

"Oh? You are the sect master of Fang Zongmen? Do you have a rank?"

The middle-aged base-building cultivator asked indifferently.

Some of the disciples of their sects will establish some small sects after they have completed their studies.

Although there are very few people who bring their own sect before they enter the sect, it is not rare.

But there are rules.

If a disciple who brings his own sect wants to join the Changhe Sect, then his own sect must not be higher than the eighth rank.

If it is a sect above the eighth rank...

Then what kind of Changhe Sect did you join?

You must know that the Changhe Sect is only a sixth-grade sect.

"It should be gradeless."

Chu Yuan hesitated for a moment and replied.

"Does that have a license?"

"Should be... unlicensed."

"Then there is a sect land deed."

"There is no land deed, Zhanshan is the land of the sect."

The middle-aged monk looked at Chu Yuan strangely.

You have no rank, no license, and no title deed.

You call this a sect?

What kind of garbage sect is this, it is said that the sect has insulted the word sect!

"Then, how many people do you have in your sect? What is the cultivation base?"

The middle-aged monk asked again.

"It's me. There are four people. Except for me, they are all waste materials. They are very wasteful and wasteful. My sect is actually a waste sect."

Chu Yuan said.

"Alright, alright, then it makes no difference whether you say it or not, let's go, let's go back to the Changhe Sect with us."

The middle-aged monk waved his hand.