The little immortals of the various sects and sects who were watching all felt as if something in their hearts had been broken.
That Xie Yinghuo was not an ordinary person. He was a true disciple of the Pure Yang Dao, and was only a step away from being one of the Seven Sons of the Three Dao. In the Divine Continent, it was not easy to be a true disciple, especially in a big sect like the Northern Three Dao. It was even more stringent, and only those who met the age of Dao could be accepted. This so-called Dao age was the age of cultivators, the age of great potential.
Spirit Formation under the age of sixteen, Foundation Establishment under the age of forty, Core Formation under the age of a hundred, Nascent Soul under the age of three hundred, and Crossing Tribulation under the age of a thousand. These five ages were the most commonly seen Dao Age. In other words, all children under the age of sixteen were true disciples because they all had great potential. No matter how stupid they were, they might become true immortals in the future.
Corresponding to Ling Dong under the age of sixteen was Foundation Establishment under the age of forty.
To be able to Foundation Establishment under forty, one's talent must not be bad, and one could have high hopes.
By the same logic, there were Jindan Stage cultivators within a hundred years of age, Yuanying Stage cultivators below three hundred years of age, and Tribulation Stage cultivators within a thousand years of age. These were all amazing ages. As long as they were still within this age, they had unlimited potential.
For example, the Daoist of the Taishi family in the demon land, Taishi Chi 'er, studied until he was seventy before he began to cultivate. It took him three years to successfully Foundation Establishment, and at the age of seventy-three, he did not have the qualifications to be a true disciple in the Divine Continent. But later on, he formed his Core in seven years, at the age of eighty, and was the model for forming his Core within a hundred years.
It was precisely because of these harsh conditions that all the cultivators of the Divine Prefecture, regardless of whether they were big or small sects, aristocratic families or countries, all fought to be the first. Because even if you were originally a true disciple, if you exceeded the age of Dao, for example, if you had not built your foundation at the age of forty, formed your Gold Core at the age of one hundred, or formed your Nascent Soul at the age of three hundred, you would lose the title of a true disciple. Instead, you would become an elder of a sect or establish your own sect.
And even if you were not a true disciple in Spirit Formation and Foundation Establishment, if you could form your Core at a hundred, you could still become a true disciple.
Under this standard that was commonly used in China, even if it was the son of a sect master or a young master of a path, if they were weak, even if they had the protection of their elders, they would not have the face to be a true disciple under the disdainful gazes of others and would often retire.
Xie Yinghuo was only seventy-three years old this year, but she was already at the Fourth Refinement Stage of the Golden Core Realm. She was definitely a true disciple.
Among the cultivators who came for the selection of a son-in-law, he was one of the more popular ones. He thought he could at least have a fierce fight with those peerlessly powerful people. Even if he couldn't win the heart of the beauty, he would at least make a name for himself. But who would have thought that before the selection of a son-in-law arrived, a grey-robed young man of mysterious origin would step into the lake?
Although there was some suspicion that it was a sneak attack, even if it was a sneak attack, not many people could make Xie Yinghuo step into the lake!
"How dare you humiliate me, I'll make you pay with your life …"
A loud roar sounded. In the Little Mirror Lake, a person brought up a huge splash, like a giant dragon coming out of the sea, and fiercely charged towards Fang Xing in the air. It was the unlucky Xie Yinghuo. At this moment, he looked really angry, but he was also very disheveled. His body was covered in water, mud, and there were even a few algae hanging on him. He looked flustered and exasperated, no longer as calm as he was earlier.
When Fang Xing's foot was about to land on him, he was able to make hand seals in time and put up a defense, so he wasn't injured. However, not only was he pushed into the lake by that foot, but the momentum was so fierce that half of his body was buried in the mud. This was a huge loss of face.
Therefore, once he came out, he was going to fight with Fang Xing with his life.
"You're in the right to seduce my wife?"
Fang Xing shouted. He didn't take half a step back, but took a few steps forward. The mountain scenery transformed, and continuously pressed down on Xie Yinghuo.
It was the Mountain Skill that he became more and more familiar with during the battle in the Demon Thearch Pavilion!
One step, one shadow, one shadow, one mountain.
"I'm going to kill …"
Xie Yinghuo roared as he rushed up, but he was suddenly pressed down by a mountain, forcibly interrupting his roar. Just as he was about to move this mountain away, another mountain pressed down on him. The weight on his body instantly doubled, and his momentum of rushing up into the air was stopped. In the midst of his angry roar, he was about to circulate his spiritual power again, but another mountain pressed down on him, and then another one …
Four mountain shadows pressed down on him in a row, and Xie Yinghuo couldn't hold on any longer.
With a miserable and painful scream, the true disciple of the Pure Yang Path had just come out of the water, but he was pressed back into the water again.
How sad!
The crowd of cultivators around the Little Mirror Lake was speechless. They looked on in a daze, not knowing what to say.
What was the background of this gray-robed young man in a black cloak?
Even if his strength was not as good as Xie Yinghuo's, he still had a keen eye. He could clearly see that the gray-robed young man's strength was not something Xie Yinghuo could compare to.
Their hearts were shocked, and they were already guessing.
As for the few powerful auras just now, their sharpness was slightly restrained, and they weren't as aggressive as before.
Even the Dragon Lady had a strange look in her eyes.
She didn't seem to expect that after a short four years, this little brat, who she had chased on the sea and forced to flee for his life, would actually have such an ability. She even began to secretly consider whether she could take him down if she revealed her true form.
"This person was actually pretending to be weak to eat the tiger. He even deceived me!"
On a cluster of weeping willows by the Little Mirror Lake stood a fairy-like woman. Her eyes were filled with hatred as she looked at Fang Xing, who was in the air looking for a fight. It was Qiu Xiaoyu, who had rushed over after being alarmed. She was no fool. When she saw Fang Xing's attack, she immediately felt that she was too ridiculous. Such a powerful cultivator was actually treated as a Foundation Establishment cultivator by her?
For a moment, her face was burning. The thought that the little brat might be secretly laughing at her made her feel like she had been slapped in the face.
She was embarrassed and resentful, and a murderous intent surged in her heart.
"Junior Sister Qiu, do you know this guy's background?"
At this time, several streams of light flew over. The one in the lead was Su Yun, the fourth successor disciple of the Tianyi Palace. Behind him were Zou Li and several other inner disciples. Hearing his question, Qiu Xiaoyu felt even more embarrassed. She gritted her teeth and said, "I was also deceived by him. Damn it, this guy deliberately hid his cultivation to deceive me. He used my identity to sneak into the Tianyi Palace. I think he must be up to no good. That's not all, but he got me into trouble. Senior Brother Su, don't worry. I'll kill this guy for the Tianyi Palace right now!"
As she spoke, she opened her palm, and a small mahogany coffin about a foot long appeared in her palm, spinning gently.
Seeing this coffin, Su Yun's expression changed slightly, as if he was a little afraid.
He subconsciously took a few steps back and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a laugh. "This is the Tianyi Palace. How can it be Junior Sister Qiu's turn to fight?"
When they heard that, they looked over and were immediately shocked. Not far away, above the pavilion and palace, there was a huge cloud flying over. On the cloud, there were eight cultivators in the early stage of the Gold Core Realm. They were all expressionless, and on their shoulders, they were carrying a huge purple wooden sedan chair with a circumference of 100 feet. The sedan chair was covered with a thick white bear skin cushion, and a fat man was lying on it.
It was indeed a fat man. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe with the collar open all the way to his navel. His belly was as big as a hill, and the skin that was exposed was a strange golden color. The fat on his face seemed to squeeze out his facial features. When he smiled, his two bean-sized eyes shone brightly, and the fat on his cheeks trembled like waves.
"He must weigh 500 kilograms?"
"Greetings, Young Palace Master …"
Su Yun, Zou Li, and the other disciples of the Tianyi Palace all bowed down, not even daring to breathe.
The man was the leader of the ten inherited disciples of the Tianyi Palace, the son of Palace Master Dao Wuya, Young Palace Master Dao Wufang.
Qiu Xiaoyu was the only one who didn't salute. Her eyes fell on the person next to the purple sedan chair.
The man wore a linen robe and a purple crown. His face was simple and plain, and his expression was indifferent. His eyes seemed to have no focus.
Even when Qiu Xiaoyu looked at him with tears in her eyes, he didn't even look at her.
"I thought you weren't in the palace?"
Qiu Xiaoyu looked at him for a long time, and then asked in a trembling voice.
The man was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "Why are you here?"
Qiu Xiaoyu bit her lip and said in a trembling voice, "I came to find you!"
The man with a simple and unadorned face said indifferently, "Why are you looking for me?"
Qiu Xiaoyu was speechless. Her eyes were full of tears, and it seemed that she was about to cry.
"Haha … Senior Brother Lyu, this is your fault. How can you be so indifferent to Junior Sister Qiu?"
The Young Palace Master of the Tianyi Palace, who was as fat as a monster, burst out laughing. His belly rippled again.
"Cut the crap. This guy has made a scene in your Tianyi Palace, and you're just going to sit back and watch?"
The man with the simple and plain face chuckled. His eyes seemed to have a focus, and he looked at Fang Xing on the lake in the distance. At this time, Fang Xing was trampling Xie Yinghuo into the bottom of the lake again, and then he chased after a group of onlookers, slashing at them. He was so invincible that none of the onlookers dared to get close to the Little Mirror Lake. But he still had the time to shout at the Dragon Lady, "Your man is awesome, isn't he?"
This scene made the onlookers speechless. The Dragon Lady was angry, and the man was ready to kill.
The Young Headmaster of the Tianyi Palace, Dao Wu Ya, understood what he meant, but he shook his head on purpose and sighed, "If an ordinary person dares to cause trouble, the Tianyi Palace will not forgive him. But this young man with a blade doesn't look like he's easy to deal with. This is not something that can be taught by an ordinary person. Don't tell me he's the last disciple of some big shot. If we accidentally kill him, it will be troublesome …"
The man with the simple and plain face snorted, "You can't tell his accent?"
Dao Wu Ya was stunned, and then he shook his head, "He doesn't sound like someone from the Northern Region of the Divine Land. I can't tell where he is from!"
The man said, "I can tell that he is the same as those Nan Zhan country bumpkins who came to the Divine Land four years ago!"
"Nan Zhan?"
Dao Wu Fang laughed, "Then there is nothing to guard against. You over there, your name is Zou Li, right? Take my token and tell the elders that they can make their move … No matter how well the Tianyi Palace treats its guests, it will not allow those Nan Zhan country bumpkins to show off their power … "
After that, he paused as if he was making a conclusion, and then smiled again, "Nan Zhan's life is worthless!"
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