Xu Feiqiong's current cultivation level in the middle stage of the Golden Pill can support his presence. Compared with the Nascent Soul Ancestor of other sects, the difference is too far away.

So in recent years, Zhendao Sect has begun to no longer include disciples.

In the eyes of many people, even if they include disciples, they are only disciples of the deceased sect. It is better not to include them than to include them.

This time, in addition to Fang Ling's friendship, the last face of Zhendao Sect. The more they are about to lose their sect, the more they pay attention to face.

But just when Lan Yang Yushi appeared, they felt that the three of them should be seeking kindness and gaining kindness, and this time they had to take a step first.

But they didn't expect that when they felt that they were going to die in battle and took a step forward, things would turn aside and they wouldn't die.

And the entire Zhendao Sect cannot die!

The reason for this is that there is a person in Zhendao Sect, who is Fang Ling.

Fang Ling, who was also building the foundation back then, but had already understood the Seven Killings of the White Tiger, is not a golden elixir, but a Nascent Soul Ancestor and a Nascent Soul Ancestor who killed Lan Yang Yushi. How could they not be ecstatic?

With the Nascent Soul Ancestor, the sect will surely prosper.

This is almost an eternal law, and it is almost an iron law. Their Zhendao Sect will not only not have to worry about destruction in the future, but will also become more prosperous.

After all, Fang Ling did not have long achieved the Nascent Soul. His life span of thousands of years is a thousand years of glory for the entire Zhendao Sect.

Therefore, the three people knelt on the ground with emotion, and as they knelt down, more than a dozen Qi-training disciples from Zhendao Sect also knelt on the ground.

Meet the ancestor!

Fang Ling is not familiar with these three foundation-building cultivators of the True Dao Sect. After all, he has not been in the True Dao Sect for long.

And these three cultivators did not participate in the battle against the Demon-Cultivation Sect with Li Zhengqi and others, so Fang Ling just felt that two of the three looked familiar. They probably had seen them, but they could not name them.

However, looking at their excited expressions, Fang Ling's heart moved. He was not a stone, and the years in the Zhendao Sect began to shine in his heart.

A light slap in the small Qiankun bag. A black ring appeared in his hand.

This is the sword-drawing bead given to him by the great elder Li Zhengqi. Although it is impossible to pass, this bead represents the affection of the entire Zhendao Sect to him.

"No need to be polite!" Fang Ling waved his sleeves and said lightly: "You retreat to the side first, let's talk about it later.

A group of disciples of Zhendao Sect retreated aside with great respect, with all the respect and joy in their eyes.

Fang Ling's eyes fell on Lin Mucheng. Compared with that, Lin Mucheng seemed more stable, and his cultivation level also increased to the peak of foundation building.

One more step can be condensed into a golden elixir.

"Brother Lin, thank you!" Fang Ling stepped to Lin Mucheng's side and said in a deep voice.

Lin Mucheng felt very confused at this time. It can be said that among the people present, he and Fang Ling knew each other at the earliest. When he met Fang Ling, this young man was just a herb collector in the secret realm.

Back then, I made friends with him, just to see his temper, but I never thought that he could fly so high.

The Nascent Soul Ancestor, the Nascent Soul Ancestor who needs to look up to see him. No, it should be said that the Nascent Soul Ancestor is at the top of this trend.

The Nascent Soul Ancestor who swept across the world and made the surrender of all directions.

For Lin Mucheng, it was a bit difficult for him to connect Fang Ling and the Nascent Soul Ancestor, but now, Fang Ling not only has become the Nascent Soul Ancestor, but also will be killed by Lan Yang Feather, who has been the Nascent Soul Ancestor for many years.

When Fang Ling saw it, Lin Mucheng didn't know how to face him.

Back then, Fang Lingwu understood the White Tiger Seven Killings Map, and used his foundation-building cultivation to control the White Tiger Seven Killing Map and the other three sons of the Zhendao Sect to defeat Lan Yang Yushi.

Although Fang Ling's status had surpassed him at that time, at that time, he felt that he could barely face Fang Ling calmly.

After all, both of them are foundation-building.

But now, Fang Ling is not a foundation building, not a golden elixir, but a Nascent Soul. This makes it difficult for him to raise the verbal alliance between the two of them back then.

The kneeling of the three foundation-building disciples of the True Dao Sect made him feel the gap between himself and Fang Ling from his heart.

At this moment, Fang Ling said with great affectionate words to the elder brother, and suddenly defeated all the barriers in his heart, and his heart was full of heat. Seeing Fang Ling's mind changing, he finally hesitated and said: "That... Fang... ancestor, you are still..."

"Brother Lin, how long has it been? Could it be that you will not recognize me as a brother so soon?" Fang Ling stared at Lin Mucheng with serious words.

This is not hypocrisy, not pretending, but real seriousness.

For ordinary people, Fang Ling can accept that as their cultivation changes, they change their names for themselves, but for Lin Mucheng, he cannot do this and cannot do it.

This is the real brother who can come here without hesitation and die calmly when his family is in danger and his life and death is uncertain.

When facing such a brother, Fang Ling could not, and could not regard such a good brother as a passerby.

He could understand Lin Mucheng's thoughts, so he directly blocked Lin Mucheng's belly.

Listening to Fang Ling's words, Lin Mucheng was even more excited. He took a deep breath and took back the tears that were about to fall. Then he smiled and said, "Brother Fang, congratulations to you for becoming the Nascent Soul."

"Hahaha, this is my good brother." Fang Ling walked to Lin Mucheng's side and held his hands together.

Everything was silent, but the love and friendship of the past filled the two people between the handshake.

All the monks present looked at Lin Mucheng with envious eyes. The benefit of being able to be brothers and brothers with a Nascent Soul Ancestor is too great for Lin Mucheng.

No, it should be said that this kind of benefit will make people tremble, tremble, and crazy when they think about it. If they can get the full support of a Nascent Soul Ancestor, Lin Mucheng will be able to run rampant in all aspects in the future.

No one is willing to provoke a brother of the Nascent Soul Ancestor. Even the Jindan real person has to discuss friendship with Lin Mucheng.

The entire Liu Mansion camp began to operate with Fang Ling as the center. However, a few days ago, the clouds shrouded in this camp had dissipated completely.

Now even the servants of the Liu family know that this time the prince is about to turn over. Although they don’t understand what kind of magical powers the Nascent Soul Ancestor has, they all understand one thing, that is the status of the Nascent Soul Ancestor.

The Liu family, who has a supporter of the Nascent Soul Ancestor, can even suppress the royal family of Lu State so much that they cannot raise their heads.

With such a master, will there be less wealth and wealth in the future?

After simply meeting the monks who came to support the Liu Mansion, Fang Ling said a few simple words to Liu Xu and then prepared to chat with Xu Libing.

Although the relationship between Xu Libing and herself was a bit strange at the time, no matter what, she was her first woman after all.

"Old ancestor, our sect is on the verge of extermination. I would like to ask my ancestor to be compassionate and turn to the Zhendao Sect so that our fellow disciples whom we are supporting will see a glimmer of hope!" The foundation-building disciple of the Zhendao Sect named Wu Ting knelt in front of Fang Ling quickly, with a hint of pleading in his words.

Fang Ling waved his hand, lifted his body up, and asked in a deep voice: "What is the situation now when Zhendao Sect is here?"

Qianyuan Mountain, Zhongyuan Peak!

The mountain peaks that are thousands of feet high look extremely majestic, with green pines and cypresses setting off the Taoist essence possessed by the Zhendao Sect, a sect that has been established for thousands of years.

However, if you look carefully, you will find that the momentum of Qianyuan Mountain is a bit worse than before. Not to mention anything else, just say that there are few families in the small town that is a hundred miles away from Qianyuan Mountain and specializes in the business of disciples of the Qianyuan Mountain Zhendao Sect.

Most of the families have moved out.

The reason why they moved away was actually very simple. It was not that someone forced them, but that it was difficult for them to survive here.

If you don’t have enough business to eat with the disciples of the Zhendao Sect, you will naturally leave.

And the reason why they have reached this point is not because their things are expensive or lose money, but because they cannot sell them.

The reason why it cannot be sold is naturally because the number of immortal stones in the hands of disciples of Zhendao Sect is too small.

The magnificent Zhenbaoxuan, which used to be magnificent, is now packing things. Manager Li, who has been in charge of this Zhenbaoxuan branch for more than ten years, has a cold face and is holding the abacus in his hand.

And the few guys from Zhenbaoxuan quickly gathered the things on Zhenbaoxuan's shelves.

"Wow!" Because a guy was very active, he pushed down a shelf directly. This made Manager Li's face look extremely ugly.

He pointed at the mate, blushed and cursed, "Do you still want to continue working in Zhenbaoxuan in the future? I tell you, our Zhenbaoxuan, is not idle!"

Manager Li's scolding made the two guys lower their heads even harder.

When faced with the guy who dared not resist, after scolding him, Manager Li felt that it was meaningless and walked towards his room.

"What a fierce thing? We can still be a friend after we leave here. You still want to be a shopkeeper. Humph, I really can't see through the situation!" A guy said with a sharp hint in his words after Storekeeper Li left.

Another guy waved his hand and said, "Speak quietly, the ears of this surname Li are like cats, it's not good for him to hear them."

The first guy snorted coldly and said, "What can you do when you hear it? Does he think he can still become the boss in the future?"

"It's been so many years, and there's no foundation building yet. I think he wants to build the foundation in the future. Huh, that's the widow's son died, and there's no hope."

"I think so, otherwise he wouldn't have been back and forth. He has been the shopkeeper of this Zhendao Sect for so many years..." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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