Self-cultivation of Dragon Palace disciples

Feng Ning doesn't want to be a coachman, let alone a mount to be ridden by others.

Feng Ning headed east along the Jiujiang River.

The channel of the Jiujiang River is not narrow, about ten meters wide. The flood water has just receded, and the river to the east is still a little muddy.

But this does not affect Feng Ning's sight.

There are groups of fish and shrimp living in the muddy river, and these fish and shrimp were brought here along with the rapids of the flood.

Feng Ning opened his mouth and swallowed an unknown amount of fish and shrimp in one gulp.

then……

No tips from experience.

"Could it be the difference in strength? Or is it that small shrimps like themselves do not belong to the category of gaining experience?" Feng Ning smacked his mouth.

These fish and shrimp have no taste at all, and they still fill the stomach.

He has been hungry for half a year, and he is used to not eating, so he doesn't care.

His speed in the water was very fast, and the muddy river water in his sight gradually became clearer. After half a month of continuous swimming, he finally came to the main channel of Jiujiang River.

There are nine tributaries of the Jiujiang River, and Feng Ning was in only one of them.

The main channel of the Jiujiang River gave Feng Ning the illusion of looking at the sea. He poked his head out of the river and looked around.

The river is so wide that you can't see the edge at a glance. There are waves in the river, rolling towards the east.

Feng Ning felt that if he remained still, his huge body might also be washed along the river to the East China Sea.

With a little shock, Feng Ning flew out of the river into the mid-air, he looked around, the Jiujiang River was hundreds of kilometers wide.

The river was turbulent and slapped against the river bank, and the waves in the river were soaring, and big fish jumped out of it from time to time.

The fish was five or six meters long.

"This thing can't be stewed in a pot." Feng Ning was amazed: "It's a mythical world, just a river is so big!"

At this moment, a violent whistling sound suddenly sounded from behind, the air was squeezed by some kind of force, and a huge shadow quickly struck.

Feng Ning lowered his body quickly when he heard the voice behind him.

Looking back, he saw an extremely huge iron ship whizzing past his head, and quickly went away with a rumbling roar.

Feng Ning's eyes widened, and the whole dragon was stunned.

"This, is this an alien version of the plane?" Feng Ning felt that his whole body was not well.

In his imagination, shouldn't this cultivator go out like a group of people flying in the air while stepping on the magic weapon of flying swords?

Why are they all on board the spaceship!

When Feng Ning stared blankly at the 'spaceship' going away.

On the spaceship, a group of people are discussing issues.

They are practitioners from various sects of Dongsheng Shenzhou, and this time they are going to Liancheng to participate in Xuanhuang Secret Realm together.

Among this group of people, two of them were wearing purple robes. If Feng Ning was here, he would definitely recognize that these two were Tian Yun and Tian Xing from the Qing Wei Sect.

Behind them, there was a group of young disciples standing.

"Pavilion Master Song, the lineup is unprecedentedly strong this time!" The middle-aged man saw that the number of people participating in the Xuanhuang Secret Realm this time was several times higher than before, and he couldn't help grinning.

Wearing a gray robe and long shoes, he has an ordinary appearance, with a bit of flesh on his face, and his eyes are narrowed when he smiles, making him feel a little treacherous.

The one called Pavilion Master Song was a woman with a light veil covering her face so that people could not see her face clearly.

However, her slender figure and creamy fair skin can show that if this Song Ge master takes off her veil, the face hidden under the veil is definitely a great beauty.

Song Zhi glanced at the middle-aged man lightly, and her cold voice was full of ethereal feeling, "I heard that there is a yin-yang vase in the Xuanhuang Secret Realm, everyone may be interested in this vase, and I don't either. exception."

Song Zhi's direct and clear words made the middle-aged man speechless in an instant. He coughed dryly with a smile, "Hey, that's how it is. No wonder all the sects were dispatched."

Song Zhi ignored the middle-aged man, she felt very bored by the man's so contrived expression.

This matter is already well known among the various sects, and the sects that can sit here are all from the upper realm!

I have already learned about the Xuanhuang secret realm.

This time the Xuanhuang Secret Realm focuses not on training the disciples, but on this yin-yang vase!

The yin and yang vase came from the fairy world. It is said that it is a precious treasure used by Laojun to reconcile the qi of yin and yang, dragon and tiger when he made alchemy.

This yin and yang vase has been kept by Laojun's two boys, and for some reason it was lost to the world.

These fairy treasures may be ordinary things to Laojun, but how precious are they to mortal monks like them?

And this yin-yang vase is not only precious, but also has supreme magical functions.

According to legend, this yin-yang vase is a world of its own, and its interior is derived from yin and yang to form an exquisite world, which can not only hold things but also receive people!

No matter what it is, as long as it is collected by this yin and yang treasure bottle, the other party will be purified by the yin and yang energy in the bottle in a short while!

The power is extremely terrifying!

Therefore, in order to obtain this yin-yang vase, all the disciples of various sects were also sent to Liancheng.

The elders of other sects knew about this, so after hearing Song Zhi's words, their expressions were very calm.

Even the disciples of these sects looked normal. They were able to come here because they had been told the reason for going to Xuanhuang Secret Realm this time.

However, unlike other sects, Tianyun and Tianchang of Qingwei Sect didn't seem to be thinking about it at this moment. They were sitting in their seats with their eyes closed, seemingly resting their minds, but they were actually communicating in secret.

"Brother, do you really want to let her go?"

Taoist Tianxing sighed, opened his eyes a little and glanced at Li Xiuxiu behind him with a dazed expression.

This novice disciple is indeed blessed. After receiving the favor of the Dragon God, a little bit of practice immediately yields remarkable results.

In less than half a month, she reached a realm that other disciples could not reach in their entire lives.

This kind of blessing, most people really can't envy.

Taoist Tianyun opened his eyes, looked at his younger brother, and said seriously: "Xiuxiu is deeply blessed, if she goes, there is a great chance of getting the vase!"

"This……"

Taoist Tianxing also had hesitation on his face for a while, this Li Xiuxiu is indeed very lucky, can someone who can get the favor of the Dragon God be unlucky?

What he was worried about was that Li Xiuxiu was just getting started after all. Unlike other disciples, she didn't know many spells, and she didn't have any combat experience.

Taoist Tianyun: "Don't worry, didn't the ancestor say that if you want to get a vase, you can't just rely on strength, fate is also very important."

Tian Xing had no choice but to unify Tian Yun's plan.

Although this was a bit cruel to Li Xiuxiu, it was at least a kind of training. Li Xiuxiu had experienced life and death, so she should be able to complete this trial.