Chapter 143 White Feather Sword Saint

"Um!"

The White Feather Sword Saint's face did not change, and he remained calm.

"Please!"

Yin Xueer handed him over to another disciple who led the way.

Now it was Luo Yuan's turn to laugh at her.

"Is this what you invited?"

Yin Xueer said with a sad face: "Isn't it true, when I walked to a village in the ancient Yan Dynasty, I heard someone mention the name of Sword Saint."

"I thought that if the holy order came, the head would be happy, so I dared to ask for a try."

"At that time, he closed the gate of the courtyard, and I could only make it clear from the outside. I didn't dare to use my spiritual sense to investigate because of the unhappiness of the holy order."

"He was quite refreshing, and agreed on the spot."

"Then I found out that he is just a congenital master of the mundane world..."

After some narration, Luo Yuan was stunned, and immediately laughed happily.

"You are finished, the head may be passed out by you."

After Zhao Hongde entered the secret realm, he immediately lost his calm.

If it wasn't for a disciple leading the way, he might have danced and shouted.

The aura here is too strong, he can't imagine it.

After just taking a few sips, he found that his realm had loosened a bit.

This, this, this is the Holy Land?

This should be called Wonderland!

Before he came, he was still in a low mood. After all, he was chosen to be sent here, which was actually a sacrifice for the family.

Before leaving, the major housekeepers all cast sympathetic glances.

As if he was going to the execution ground.

Now he suddenly felt that, no matter what the outcome was in the future, it was worth going here just once.

At this time, there were already more than 300 guests in the reception hall, and most of them were the same as him, but they were only in the Yuan-gathering realm and the soul-dividing realm.

The two people with the highest cultivation level are nothing but Lingtai mirrors.

At this time, everyone seemed to be like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, unable to calm down one by one, and were amazed at everything here.

Immediately after,

They were surprised to see a Body Tempering Realm being brought in.

Only when you reach the Pulse Condensation Realm can you truly step into the ranks of monks.

Body quenching state can only be regarded as a mortal.

Isn't it, are mortals qualified to be invited into this wonderland?

They suddenly felt that their platoons were not too bad.

After the White Feather Sword Saint came in, he did not look around like they did, and his face was as calm as ever.

As soon as the apprentice left, he immediately sat cross-legged and began to meditate.

Everyone laughed softly.

So normal.

There are also many of them who broke through the realm just after entering, and some even broke through the two small realms.

Because the aura here is too strong.

For this mortal at the ninth level of body quenching, this time should be the biggest chance in his life.

Immediately afterwards, the breath of this mortal changed suddenly.

Jin entered the condensed pulse state.

Zhao Hongde bowed his hands to him mockingly: "Brother, congratulations, you have gained the most this time."

"Hahaha……"

"He really had shit luck."

Everyone in the hall burst into laughter.

Isn't that right, come to be a guest and break through a big realm.

It's just that they say congratulations, but they don't actually envy them. After all, this level is too low.

Sword Saint White Feather did not pay any attention to them, and he was still immersed in his cultivation.

"Looks like he's been holding back for a long time."

"Yeah, the basic realm is low, and it is estimated that two more small realms can be broken."

"I bet three!"

"Then I'll be bolder, set a big goal, and bet that he can rise to the fifth level of Condensation in one breath!"

The crowd was interested.

Over time, the realm of mortals has really been rising.

But the crowd gradually stopped laughing.

Because this mortal has broken through all the way to the ninth level of condensing veins and has not stopped.

After only half a quarter of an hour, he broke through the Qi-entraining level and became a first-level Qi-entraining cultivator.

Moreover, he is still practicing.

"This... does this person need realm perception?"

"Maybe his previous cultivation conditions were too poor, so he was short of spirit stone pills?"

"Even so, it's still too outrageous to break through the two major realms."

It is necessary to know the realm of cultivation and perception. If you don’t reach a certain level, you will not be able to have any insights into the next realm.

The White Feather Sword Saint broke through until the third layer of bleed air and finally stopped.

Although his realm is still at the bottom, he is still an authentic cultivator.

At this time, there were already more than 2,000 guests in the reception hall.

Luo Yuan and Yin Xue'er both appeared.

"The opening ceremony of this sect is about to begin."

"Please move on."

"Sect Master has been waiting for a long time!"

On the side of the reception hall, Brother Cheng was beaming with joy.

Seeing a large group of guests from a distance coming towards this side, it is so beautiful in my heart.

The opening ceremony is a big day for him to start his signature to the outside world. Of course, he needs more people to support him.

Although more than 2,000 people were much less than what he expected at the beginning, it was still acceptable.

But when he saw the realm of these people clearly, his mood was not so wonderful.

what's the situation?

The dignified Holy Land is open, ah no, the opening of the sect, not to mention what saint-level guests are coming, anyway, the Taoist Palace will come to a group, right?

As a result, there are only two Spirit Stage realms at the highest level?

Among the remaining people, there are those who have the third level of air-entraining. Is there a mistake?

Continuing to keep a smile on the surface, he quietly tugged at the two daughters who were standing on the left and right.

"What's the situation?"

Ji Linghan looked innocent: "It's what you said, the head, no matter what level or background..."

Jiang Cheng did say that.

He wants as many people as possible, and he doesn't look down on those with low realm.

Let's all have fun together.

"It's true that I will welcome even mortals, but can't you even invite a Taoist palace, at least you have to have a few?"

There is not even a powerful faction. Wouldn't this kind of grand ceremony be laughed at by the outside world?

It is said that Feixianmen has no style, and no one looks down on it.

Lin Ning of the ninth level of the Taoist Palace was a little ashamed. The head finally arranged a task for himself, but he failed to satisfy him.

"I invited a sect with a Taoist palace the day before yesterday, and they agreed."

"And then? What about people?"

"They... only sent an outer sect disciple over today, the one from the first level of the Lingtai."

Brother Cheng doesn't need to ask anymore.

He wanted to understand the reason. It seems that the pressure of other holy places outside is not small, and it is no wonder those families and sects.

"Okay, since you don't dare to come, then our ceremony today will make those who didn't come regret it."

"I regret that my intestines are turning blue!"

Ji Linghan and Lin Ning looked at each other, not knowing what he wanted to do.

The guests were soon seated.

One table for four people, 500 tables for 2,000 people, but the reception hall still looks empty.

After all, the expected number of Sect Leader Jiang was at least 100,000 people.

"Today is the day when my Feixianmen reopened its sect. I, Jiang Cheng, are the head of the school, and everyone is welcome to join us!"

Everyone was flattered, this is the head of the Holy Land, at least he is holy, right?

Some people who have lived for tens of thousands of years are not necessarily qualified to meet such a big man, let alone them.

He got up quickly and clasped his fists.

"Congratulations to the head Jiang!"