No One Really Thinks Master is a Mortal, Right?

  Chapter 78 Our sect is a waste sect

  White Willow Square.

  Looking at the stone monument in front of him.

  Chu Yuan was confused, is it enough to put his hands on it?

  He raised his head and looked at a middle-aged man in a pale blue uniform next to the stone monument 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 foundation-building cultivator faintly supervised Chu Yuan and said casually.

  "It is better to use your feet?"

   Chu Yuan asked again.

   "What do you mean?"

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

   "I think it's all the same."

   Chu Yuan shook his head.

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

  The middle-aged monk helped 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?

  Tsk, don’t know what this young man thinks.

  It looks like you are in your twenties, and there is still a dream of cultivating immortals?

  If it really had a spiritual root with a different attribute, it would have been accepted by other sects a long time ago.

   But then again.

  Why is he familiar with this young man?

  It seems to have seen this person somewhere.

  The middle-aged monk stared carefully at Chu Yuan's handsome face. After looking at it for a long time, he still didn't see anything.

   is a feeling.

  The feeling of deja vu.

  But I can’t remember where I have seen it.

  That's it, forget it if you don't remember it.

  The middle-aged monk could only shook his head, no longer thinking about it.

  ...

  Standing in front of the stele.

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

  He slowly stretched out his palm from the wide sleeves.

  Click.

  The palm touches the stone tablet.

  I heard a cold feeling.

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

  A force gushes from the stone tablet and enters his body.

  Chu Yuan subconsciously wanted to resist this force.

  But he has not had time to resist.

  The power in the stele disappeared.

at the same time.

  The stele also began to shine.

  I saw a brown light blooming in the stele.

this is…

  Fanling root?

  Wrong!

  Chu Yuan can be seen.

  Amidst this brown light, there are waves of other light mixed in.

  There are golden, red, blue, and various colors.

  These rays are subtle, mixed with brown rays.

  What is this?

  Chu Yuan was stunned, didn’t he say okay, Tian Linggen started?

  What kind of thing is this.

  Cabbage root?

  Dumpling Linggen?

   with stuffing inside?

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

  It turned out that the middle-aged monk was also confused, and didn't understand what kind of spiritual root Chu Yuan was.

  Wow!

  The two golden core monks outside the square saw this, stepped on the flying sword, and quickly flew onto the square.

   "I have met the elders."

  The middle-aged monk hurriedly saluted.

  The two Golden Core Realm cultivators didn't bother him, they walked straight to the stone tablet, took a closer look, looked at each other, and both shook their heads.

  "This is a mixed spirit root, which can barely be included in the sect."

  One of the Golden Core Realm cultivators said.

   Standing aside, Chu Yuan was stunned immediately.

  Miscellaneous roots?

  What kind of thing is this.

  It’s not a good thing to listen to.

  He is such a big genius, is he not starting from Tianlinggen?

   But, what is this garbled root?

  Chu Yuanxin doubts.

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

   Chu Yuan asked.

  The two Golden Core Realm cultivators did not answer, they stepped on the flying sword and left with a proud look.

  It was the middle-aged foundation-building monk who kindly answered.

   "Miscellaneous spiritual roots are a bit better than Fanling roots. Simply put, you can repair everything, but you can't get out of the doorway spiritual roots."

  "It’s just a little bit better than Fanling Roots, but you can also join my Long River Sect and step into the fairy road to cultivate immortals. 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 foundation-building monk encouraged and said.

  Go back to talk.

  The middle-aged foundation-building monk didn't even think this young man had any potential.

  Bringing back to Zong is just to get his head together.

  After all, there are times when the sect has some conflicts with other sects. When confronted with multiple heads, the momentum is obviously fierce.

  As for Chu Yuan.

  He is in self-doubt.

   Isn’t he a genius?

  Miscellaneous Linggen, is it better than Fan Linggen?

  This is wrong.

  According to normal terms, shouldn't he be the root of Tianlinggen?

   must be the problem with this stele.

  This is definitely not a waste material.

   Chu Yuan’s stunned spirit fell into the eyes of the middle-aged foundation-building cultivator, but it turned into a sense of loss for the weakness of his spiritual roots.

   "Well, the roots of the spirit may not be that important, don't think about it, go and clean up, let us return to the sect."

  The middle-aged foundation-building monk also couldn't bear it, and persuaded him.

  Hear this.

   Standing next to Chu Yuan instantly recovered.

  Go to Changhe Zongxiu?

   seems to work.

  He has no foundation in cultivating immortals, so it is too difficult for him to practice hard by holding a copy of the "Preliminary Qi Refining Realm Basic Cultivation Method".

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

  Isn’t the realm going up?

  However, he is a sect master, I don’t know if he has this status, he can work part-time as a disciple of other sects.

   Thinking of this, Chu Yuan wanted to try to inquire.

   "Dare to ask this monk, I am the master of a sect. I don’t know if I have this status, can I still enter the Longhe Sect to cultivate immortals?"

   Chu Yuan asked.

   "Oh? Are you the lord of a sect? Can you have a rank?"

  The middle-aged foundation-building monk asked indifferently.

  The disciples of their sect, some of them will establish some small sects after they have completed their studies.

  Although there are very few people who bring their own sect before entering the clan, but not without them.

  But there are also rules.

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

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

   Then what Long River Sect is still added?

  Be aware that the Changhe Sect is only the Sixth-Rank Sect.

  "It should be gradeless."

   Chu Yuan hesitated and replied.

   "Is there a license?"

   "It should be...no license."

   "There is a land deed to the sect."

   "Without a land deed, Zhanshan is the land of the sect."

  The middle-aged monk looked at Chu Yuan with weird eyes.

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

  Do you call this sect?

  What kind of trash sect is this? Saying that the sect insulted the sect. Okay!

   "Then, how many people are there in your sect? What is the cultivation base?"

  The middle-aged monk asked again.

   "It's me, there are four people, except me, they are all waste materials, very wasteful and wasteful ones. My sect is actually a wasteful clan."

Chu Yuan said.

   "Let's go, let's go, then there is no difference between what you said and did not say, there is no difference, let's go, let us return to the Long River School."

  The middle-aged monk waved his hand.

  　 The second one, ask for a recommendation ticket!

  　　

  (End of this chapter)