C661 Receive the Reward
C661 Receive the Reward
At this moment, the group of Heaven's Pride Evildoer stood up one after another. They looked at the Extreme Holy Mountain in the distance with disinterest. From time to time, there were cries of surprise that rang in everyone's ears, praising the majesty and magnificence of the Extreme Holy Mountain!!
They were not people who had never seen the world, but they had never seen a mountain that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Extreme Holy Mountain.
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Yang Fann kept paying attention to the approaching Extreme Holy Mountain, except for the word "big. " Yang Fann could not think of any words to describe the Extreme Holy Mountain, even with his Terrifying Soul Power that was close to the Top-Level Emperor. It was like there was no end to it. The Holy Spirit Mountain, the number one spiritual mountain in Heavenly Desolate Domain, was just like this. There was no comparison at all. The white dragon they sat on could be considered majestic. However, when they landed in the Extreme Holy Mountain, they were just like lowly ants on the ground. They were so tiny that they could not be seen!!
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After an hour, the White Dragon finally entered the Extreme Holy Mountain.
"Phew. . . As expected of the headquarters of the Holy Ji Sect. It's filled with spiritual energy. Unbelievable!!" Yang Fann took a deep breath and his handsome face revealed an intoxicated expression. Under his meticulous forging, Seven Stars Mountain Range could be considered to be one of the top spiritual mountains in the North Wasteland. The spiritual energy was abundant, even in the Heavenly Desolate Domain. There were few spiritual mountains that could be compared to it, but compared to the Extreme Holy Mountain. . . It was the Heaven And Earth Cloud And Mud, which was thousands of times worse. If he cultivated here, even if he didn't consume other experts. . . He would be able to break through to the intermediate King Stage in just a short period of time. As long as the Third-rank Profound Vein wasn't too bad. . . Before thirty years old, he would be able to form the Golden Elixir Of Life. A Corroborating King was almost guaranteed to succeed. Furthermore, this was only the border of the Extreme Holy Mountain. It could not be considered the rarest place in the Extreme Holy Mountain. No wonder the experts of the Holy Ji Sect had endless experts. To be able to stand for millions of years without falling, possessing such a blessed land. . . It would be difficult for them not to prosper!
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The white dragon continued forward. There were immortal birds and luan birds flying past them. In the distance, there were even streams of light and precious Qi that cut through the Void. Vaguely, one could see traces of experts. Many of them were Verbal Emperor who had comprehended the power of law.
A Grade Nine Great Sects was a Grade Nine Great Sects. It was not something a small sect or sect could compare with. In other places, the high and mighty Emperor Sovereign, who called himself the patriarch of a sect, was very common here!
At that moment, all of the Chosen from the various academies. . . Even the geniuses of the Ji Yang Courtyard no longer had the slightest bit of arrogance and superiority. They were like the legendary leopards of the Central Plains who had entered the city. Their eyes were filled with shock and shock, and they were all overwhelmed by it, as if they were intoxicated!
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Soon, another hour passed.
The Ancient White Dragon stopped at a large man-made square. Not long after, some disciples of Deacon came over to fetch the crowd and arrange accommodation for the geniuses.
As the most powerful Top-Level Heaven's Pride of the eight great academies, it was naturally impossible for him to be like the other newcomers. It was started by outer sect disciple, and then, step by step. Inner Sect, core, direct disciple. . . He slowly advanced, and as soon as he entered the sect. . . He was a core disciple, and although he was only a third level core disciple, he was still a core disciple. In fact, his position was not low. If he were to be placed in the various departments. . . They could stand shoulder to shoulder with the various deputy Academy Lord, and among them, the top ten. . . In the entire Holy Ji Sect, he would be able to enjoy the position of direct disciple. They call it the middle management.
Of course, this did not include Yang Fann. Ye Nantian was not a fool. He was merely a direct disciple. How could he be worthy of a heaven defying monster like Yang Fann? A true disciple must be a true disciple! If it wasn't for the position of young master, Supreme Sect Head would definitely be there. Also, if all the supreme elders agreed on this, he really wanted Yang Fann to become the young master of Holy Ji Sect!
In his eyes, even if the ten great true disciples were tied together, they wouldn't be able to compare to a single finger of Yang Fann. If Yang Fann couldn't become the successor of Holy Ji Sect, it would be unacceptable to the heavens!
But even so, Yang Fann had already opened a big path for him.
In the past, none of the top disciples of the Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition had directly advanced to become true disciples!
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The Thunder Spirit Peak was one of the many spirit peaks on the Supreme Saint Mountain.
"Rumble. . . "
A brilliant green light cut through the Void and descended from the sky. Two figures walked out from within, both men, one big and one small.
The big one was in his early forties and wore a green robe. He was gentle and refined, but his temperament was extraordinary. His angular face looked like it was carved out of jade. The aura that he unintentionally revealed immediately gave people the feeling that he was a god descending to the mortal world!!
His eyes were like the eyes of a heavenly king. It was as if he was born with the ability to absorb all light. He held his hands behind his back and straightened his back. He looked like a peerless divine weapon that could support the heaven and earth. He was extremely powerful!
Large amounts of ancient Divine Imprintss were disappearing in his eyes, as if he could kill a Emperor Sovereign with just a glance!
As for the small one, it was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He wore black clothes and had a handsome face. His aura was ordinary and ordinary. However, the aura that he occasionally revealed immediately gave people the feeling that he was a god who had come back to life. People could not help but prostrate themselves on the ground and worship him!!
At this moment. . . .
"Who is it? How dare you trespass the Thunder Spirit Peak?"
A sword light streaked across the sky and landed in front of the two men. From the sword light, a A Peerless Swordsman walked out. His eyes were filled with a terrifying sword intent that could destroy everything. This was a Young Man who looked to be in his thirties. He wore a blue robe and carried a long sword on his back. He was the Sword Qi Soaring Through the Heavens!
But soon, the man's facial expression changed. He knelt down on one knee and greeted the middle-aged man, "Personal disciple, Mu Feng greets the Great Elder!"
The two of them were none other than the Great Elder and Yang Fann, the number one disciples of Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition. Apart from the one million Low Grade Spirit Crystals, there was also a chance for them to enter the Lightning Spirit Pool, which was one of the hidden forces of the Holy Ji Sect.
After settling Luo Jiahui and the girls down, Yang Fann first received the one million Low Grade Spirit Crystals. After that, he asked Great Elder Ye Nantian to bring him to the Lightning Spirit Pool and prepare to cultivate in seclusion. He hoped that he could break through to Mid King in one fell swoop!
And this Thunder Spirit Peak was the place where Lightning Spirit Pool was located. Its name was precisely because of the Lightning Spirit Pool!
"Get up!" Ye Nantian waved his hand slightly and said. "This is Yang Fann, the number one person in this year's Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition. He will now bring us to the Thunder Soul Mystic Realm!"
"Yes, Great Elder!!" Mu Feng respectfully replied.
Ye Nantian nodded at Yang Fann and said gently, "Yang Fann, let's go!"
"I. . . I didn't see wrongly, right? This. . . Is this really Great Elder Ye Nantian?" Mu Feng's heart skipped a beat. His eyes were filled with disbelief. It was said that Ye Nantian was the Great Elder. Among the ten Great Elders of Holy Ji Sect, he had always been a serious person. He didn't hold back a smile, even if it was the ten supreme true disciples. The Great Elder of the Holy Ji Sect was indifferent to him, but what did he just see? It was as if the Great Elder had changed into a completely different person. In fact, it was as if he had changed into a different person. Great Elder.
'This. . . How is this possible. . . ' He was merely a disciple of a branch. Even though he had won the first place in this year's Eight Courtyards Martial Arts Competition, in the eyes of a big figure like the Great Elder, he was merely a disciple of a branch. He wasn't worthy of being the Great Elder's subordinate.
"Could it be that there is something extraordinary about this Yang Fann?" Mu Feng couldn't help but carefully size Yang Fann up. Suddenly. . . His body trembled, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. "Strange? Why is this Yang Fann a lower King?" It had to be known which year's champion of the Eight Branch Martial Meeting was not a quasi Emperor. Even Verbal Emperor had quite a few!
"Could it be that Yang Fann used some sort of secret technique to conceal his true cultivation?"
At this moment. . . .
Ye Nantian frowned and berated, "Why aren't you leading the way!?" Ye Nantian would not be polite to Mu Feng. He really thought that everyone was a monster like Yang Fann!
"Yes, yes, yes, Great Elder. Please come this way. . . " Mu Feng's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't be bothered to think about anything else as he hurriedly said.
"Oh right, did the other ten great Elite Disciples come?"
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