Master of Great Calamity

Boom Boom Boom Boom

The muffled and forceful sound of drums sounded in front of the small bamboo hall, and soon alarmed the entire big and small bamboo peaks.

I don't know how many disciples of the Immortal Sect heard the sound of the drum, and rushed over curiously from all directions. They thought it was an order from the Immortal Sect, but they didn't realize that it was a handyman in Tsing Yi playing the drum there.

Who are you, dare to ring the police drum?

Soon, the small bamboo peak came up, and several deacons in white robes rushed down with various magic weapons, shouting in deep voices.

Fang Yuan stopped beating the drum, and said loudly again: Fang Yuan, the handyman disciple, is devoted to the Tao, Qi begging to enter the immortal sect to practice!

Are you here to seek immortality?

All the immortal disciples and the deacons frowned, unexpectedly.

And the other immortal disciples didn't even react for a while.

They usually have the impression that a handyman is a handyman, and a disciple of the Xianmen is a disciple of the Xianmen. When they first saw a handyman rushing to Xiaozhufeng, they wanted to get rid of their identity as a handyman and enter the fairy gate, but they just thought it was ridiculous.

How can a handyman disciple seek immortality, are you out of your mind?

Even a deacon didn't react, and subconsciously pointed at Fang Yuan and scolded.

Fang Principle remained expressionless, raised his hands slightly, and formed a magic seal on his chest, all his mana was forced out. In an instant, all his mana gushed out crazily, and even the air around him became blurred.

Fang Yuan, a disciple of the Miscellaneous Palace, has already broken the threshold of the third level of Qi training, and is willing to cross the bridge of trials to seek the way of immortality!

His voice was loud and clear, and all the disciples of the Immortal Sect were surprised and surprised when they heard it.

Even those deacons had strange expressions on their faces. They looked at each other, and one of them said, The bridge of trials is not...

Hehe, I said how dare someone knock on the fairy drum so easily. It turns out that there is a handyman asking for a fairy. I haven't seen this for many years!

At this moment, a gentle yet majestic voice suddenly came from above the head.

But on the top of Xiaozhu Peak, an old man in a gray robe stepped on the clouds and floated down.

The old man couldn't tell his age, he had a gray beard on his face, his eyes were very bright, his breath was strong but gentle, when he saw him slowly landed in front of the hall, all the disciples and deacons around him bowed and saluted, and said in unison: I have seen Elder Yun...

When Fang Yuan saw it, he hesitated for a moment, and followed suit, knowing that this old man must have extraordinary background.

Hehe, get up!

The elder waved his hand casually, looked at Fang Yuan with a smile, and said, Child, do you want to enter the fairy gate?

Fang Yuan respectfully replied: Exactly!

Well!

The elder nodded, and asked with a smile: A handyman needs to pass a trial to enter the fairy gate, but the trial is very dangerous, are you really ready?

Fang Yuan had already figured this out when he came here. Now that his cultivation base has not yet reached the third level of Qi training, it is impossible not to go through the trial road. Fortunately, he still has time. If he can't pass the trial road, he can go back and continue to practice!

But this little bamboo peak, he had to come and walk for a while, otherwise it would be hard to get rid of Zhou Qingyue's trap!

Thinking of this, he said loudly: Disciple Fang Yuan, you are ready to cross the bridge of trials!

Elder Yun laughed, but shook his head, and said: It seems that you have made sufficient preparations before you came, and you have grasped the rules of Xianmen many years ago, but ah, you are late, the bridge of trials has been abandoned for many years...

Forehead……

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Nowadays people are paying more and more attention to resources, and there have been no handyman disciples breaking into the fairy gate for many years...

Elder Yun seemed to be explaining, and the other party smiled apologetically.

It's fine if it's destroyed. Anyway, I'm not sure about breaking through the Bridge of Trials now. It's just another rule...

Fang Yuan pondered for a while, and hurriedly said: Since this is the case, this disciple has no choice but to come back when the third level of qi training is complete!

There is temptation in this sentence.

The Bridge of Trials has been abandoned. Although he was a little surprised, after thinking about it carefully, it is reasonable. Qingyang Sect has not had a case of a handyman disciple becoming a disciple of the Immortal Sect for many years. Naturally, the Bridge of Trials cannot exist forever. After all, maintaining that large formation requires a lot of resources, and now, resources are treasures that are precious to all the immortal sects.

However, the other party originally said that what he was more concerned about was whether he could come after he reached the third level of Qi training Dzogchen?

After all, breaking the bridge of trials is only one of the rules, and there is another rule.

Elder Yun said with a smile: In addition to crossing the bridge of trials, if there are handyman disciples who can reach the third level of Dzogchen in qi training before the age of seventeen, they can enter the immortal sect. This rule also exists. If you can reach it, you can naturally become a disciple of the immortal sect. But... I think you will also be sixteen years old. Within a year, are you sure that you can raise your cultivation level to the third level of Dzogchen?

The disciple will definitely go all out!

Fang Yuan answered in his mouth, but he was thinking in his heart, how can he let himself stay in this small bamboo peak for a while.

I have been promoted to the third level of Qi training Dzogchen in one year, this handyman dares to say...

What is this? Two months ago, Junior Sister Xiao Qiao and the others did it, didn't they?

Then how can it be the same, how do we practice, and how do the handymen practice?

Many disciples of the Immortal Sect around them started whispering.

Son, how long has it been since you started practicing?

In the whispers around, that Elder Yun was also looking up and down Fang Yuan, seeming very interested.

Fang Yuan replied respectfully: Since entering the Immortal Gate, this disciple has practiced for more than a year!

One year?

Elder Yun was slightly taken aback: How did you cultivate to such a level within a year?

Fang Yuan thought for a while, then replied in a low voice: After the disciple started, he worked during the day and practiced at night, and never slack off!

How many hours do you practice in a day?

Elder Yun seemed very interested in him.

Fang Yuan thought for a while and replied seriously: At first, I didn't quite get used to it. I could only breathe for three hours a day. Later, I got better and could practice for four hours, or even five hours. Now, I feel that as long as I have time, I can always keep my mind!

What?

After hearing this, all the disciples of the Immortal Sect turned pale, and looked at Fang Yuan like a monster.

Is this handyman bragging?

We only practice two or three hours a day at most, which is still diligent. How could he practice for so long?

In the eyes of everyone, Elder Yun looked more gentle, and said softly: Don't you need to sleep?

Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment before replying in a low voice: In the beginning I always felt a little tired and would sleep for a few hours a day, but after practicing for a long time, I felt that exhaling and meditating did not conflict with sleep. After holding on to the mind, every exhale and breath is in harmony with the Qi training method. Sleeping is practicing, and practicing is sleeping. Wake up every day, full of energy and strong in body and mind!

After hearing what he said, not to mention the disciples of the immortal sect, even the deacons looked at him like monsters.

Sure enough, he is a diligent child!

Elder Yun's eyes became more gentle, and he asked again: Where do you get the resources?

Fang Yuan replied: Xianmen distributes two Qi training pills every month, and the other ones will be exchanged by the elixir supervisor for receiving amulets!

Elder Yun nodded, and asked again: Have you encountered any bottlenecks in the Qi training method?

have!

Fang Yuan replied without hesitation: When encountering some key points, it is hard to understand. Some of them are trying to figure out the meaning of the practice scriptures, and they suddenly understand. Some of them are asking Sun Guanshi from the Hall of Miscellaneous Affairs, and some are asking Director Ling, the elixir supervisor... Most of them are trying to figure it out by themselves!

Oh, it seems that the talent is really good!

Elder Yun seemed to be more interested, and after a while, he smiled and said: From the perspective of your bone age, I'm only about sixteen years old. For you, it's not difficult for you to reach the third level of Dzogchen Qi training before the age of seventeen. It's also safer. Why don't you wait until then, instead come here earlier, risking injury or even death, and cross the extremely dangerous bridge of trials?

Fang Yuan was stunned when he heard this question, and thought to himself: I didn't want to take this risk...

But this can’t be said directly. After thinking about it in my heart, I said in a low voice: Cultivation is like fire, and there is no time to delay it. I have heard people say that the time for a practitioner to lay a good foundation is only a few years. I am afraid that I will miss this best time!

Hehe, what you said is not bad!

Elder Yun nodded lightly, then suddenly stepped forward lightly, and lightly pressed his palm on Fang Yuan's shoulder.

For a moment, Fang Yuan only felt an imperceptible force swimming through his body quickly. Before he could react, that force had already been withdrawn. When he raised his head, Elder Yun had already turned around and walked towards the main hall of the Xiaozhu Hall.

A group of immortal disciples and deacons outside stared blankly at Elder Yun, waiting for his instructions.

Elder Yun sat down, looked at the deacons who were looking at each other in surprise, and said: What are you still doing, this little Fang Yuan has already said that cultivation is like fire, and there is no time to delay it. Hurry up and start the trial!

But... the Bridge of Trials has been destroyed...

Those deacons looked strange, and a man in white robe and long beard said awkwardly.

Elder Yun sighed, and said, The Bridge of Trials is just a test of the disciple's aptitude, can't you try it?

As soon as this sentence came out, let alone those deacons, even Fang Yuan was stunned.

Do you really want to try?

He thought to himself, he didn't make any preparations, maybe he was going to lose his face?

But thinking this way in his heart, he puffed up his chest on the face, with a confident look, and he couldn't be seen by others.

The deacons also discussed in a low voice, and seemed to have an idea, the man in white robe and long beard came out, looked at Fang Yuan, and said: Then let me do it first, handyman disciple Fang Yuan, have you practiced any spells or martial arts?

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and replied in a low voice: The handyman disciple can't practice spells, only practiced sword for a few days!

oh?

The deacon was slightly startled, and asked: What sword have you cultivated?

Fang Yuan was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: Thunderbolt, Thunderbolt, Overlord Nine Heavens Sword...

Everyone was stunned.

After a while, a disciple who was drinking water not far away spit it out with a poof, choking and coughing.

Then, in the mountains and plains, there was loud laughter, and even Elder Yun not only showed a smile on his face.

Alas, yesterday's date...