Chapter 53: The miraculous effect of the dragon pattern, finally meeting Nangong Wan!

As spiritual power poured into the dragon patterns on his palms, two dragon-shaped shadows suddenly emerged from the originally full dragon patterns.

"Buzz!"

As the buzzing sounds were heard, the dragon pattern instantly wrapped around Chen Yun's body.

In an instant, Chen Yun felt his whole body burning hot, and the surging spiritual power seemed to be about to burst Chen Yun.

"not good."

Chen Yun secretly thought that something was not right and quickly circulated his spiritual power. Three water thunderbolts condensed out of thin air in his palm.

Three dazzling aqua-blue divine thunders emitted a piercing roar.

Feeling the surging waves emanating from the divine thunder, the golden-backed demon mantis raised its head alertly and stared at Chen Yun's three divine thunders.

"Whoa!"

The wings behind the golden-backed mantis quickly spread out, turning into a golden shadow and quickly dodged.

The Purple Cloud Fox, which was originally lying comfortably in the Thunder Grass, quickly leaped up and fled into the distance.

And at the moment he left, three water-powered divine thunders blasted out and landed in the yard.

"Boom."

With a loud roar, a deep pit nearly five meters deep and ten meters wide appeared on the field.

"Fortunately, there is this formation."

Otherwise, I really don’t know how to explain such a commotion.

Chen Yun's face turned pale, feeling that there was only 30% of spiritual power left in his body. He couldn't help but look down at the two shriveled dragon patterns on the palm of his hand.

"It seems that in addition to restoring spiritual power, I can also perform triple casting."

Gently stroking the dragon pattern, Chen Yun murmured in a low voice: "Besides this, I wonder if there are any other abilities?"

At this moment, Chen Yun looked at the deep pit that appeared in front of him, and gurgling clear springs slowly emerged from the ground.

Instead, a pond appeared out of nowhere.

"Qiao Qian is still in seclusion now, and she needs to go next door to take care of the thunder spirit fish every time. Why not transport the thunder spirit fish here to save the trouble of running back and forth?"

With this in mind, Chen Yun's body flashed and he skillfully flipped into the yard.

With a wave of his sleeves, one after another of the lavender thunder spirit fish were sucked into the spirit beast bag.

When he caught the last thunder spirit fish, Chen Yun couldn't help licking his lips and said with a smile: "I have kept it for so long but never tasted it. I am in a good mood today, so I can try it."

With this in mind, Chen Yun returned to the house carrying the Lei Lingyu.

The thunder fish lay flat on the table, its tail slapping against the table continuously, making bursts of popping sounds.

Chen Yun held the sharp dagger and wiped it lightly.

The beating sound stopped abruptly.

Looking at the corpse of the thunder spirit fish in front of him, Chen Yun gently pinched the fish body with his left hand and was about to remove the scales.

Chen Yun only felt that the shriveled dragon pattern was slightly hot, and a strand of red silk thread that was difficult to detect with the naked eye was pulled out from the Thunder Spirit Fish and absorbed into the dragon pattern.

"This is."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chen Yun quickly raised his left hand, only to see that the dragon pattern that had absorbed the vermilion spiritual silk did not change at all.

“Why has there been such a change?”

Chen Yun frowned slightly. It seemed that this should be another ability of the dragon pattern.

Dragon roar body, dragon pattern, thunder spirit fish.

Chen Yun gently stroked the thunder spirit fish in front of him, but his mind was constantly thinking about the connection between the three.

"When a carp turns into a dragon, there is more or less a trace of dragon energy in the fish's body."

"Could it be that this dragon pattern can absorb the dragon energy from the Thunder Spirit Fish?"

With this in mind, Chen Yun took out another thunder spirit fish and cut it with his knife.

A familiar feeling of warmth emanated from the dragon pattern, but when I looked down, the dragon pattern was still dry and there was nothing unusual.

With this in mind, Chen Yun touched his chin and said, "It seems that the Thunder Spirit Fish is too weak and has too little dragon energy. The Black Dragon in the Blood Forbidden Land is a second-level monster. I believe that the dragon energy in its body will definitely not be less."

"But these two thunder spirit fish should not be wasted."

Chen Yun glanced at the two thunder spirit fish on the table and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Three days later.

In front of the meeting hall, Chen Yun, Chen Qiaotian, and Han Lingsha had already gathered there.

Among the disciples from Huangfeng Valley who were participating in the forbidden land trip this time, there were eight disciples at the top of the thirteenth level.

Among the remaining disciples, the majority were at the twelfth level.

There are only three disciples in the last eleven levels.

One of them was a little boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the other two were of prominent backgrounds.

One of them is naturally Han Li, and the last one is Xiang Zhili, who has the top combat power in the world.

Chen Yun glanced at the three people expressionlessly, and then looked towards the meeting hall in the distance, where Master Zhong was constantly praising his disciples for their courage to go to the bloody forbidden land full of dangers.

But for the monks, these were far less tempting than the storage bags on the tray of the deacon disciple not far away.

As Master Zhong finished speaking, two deacons and elders came over carrying plates.

On one tray was a storage bag with a gold rim, and on the other was a small pile of colorful mid-level spirit stones.

Intermediate spirit stones are generally free to take according to each person's needs.

However, each person can only take two, and in addition there is a high-level magic weapon in the storage bag.

Spirit stones are easy to pick, but the magic weapons are put into the storage bag, and outsiders don’t know what kind of magic weapon is inside, so they can only take their chances.

Although they are all high-level magical weapons, it is obvious that defensive magical weapons are rarer and more precious than offensive magical weapons.

The disciples stepped forward and took the storage bags. The ones who got the defensive weapons naturally smiled, while the ones who got the meritorious weapons were dejected.

Chen Yun waved his right hand and directly took out a yellow-blue intermediate-level spirit stone, and then casually took out a light golden storage bag.

Divine consciousness poured into it, and a bronze shield appeared in his mind.

Fortunately, it is a defensive weapon.

After all the disciples had taken their storage bags, a group of fifty or sixty old men came forward.

The old man had gray hair, was in a trembling state, had a ruddy complexion, and a pair of tiger eyes that were intimidating without even being angry. He swept his gaze over everyone, as if he could see through everyone's internal organs clearly.

Seeing Li Huayuan appear, Sect Leader Zhong hurriedly went to greet him, calling him Uncle Li all the time, with no hiding of his flattery, which shocked all the disciples.

Although Sect Leader Zhong is not much older than Li Huayuan, Li Huayuan has reached the Jindan stage of cultivation.

In a sect, people are divided into high and low levels only by their cultivation level, and positions do not have much significance.

Li Huayuan didn't want to waste time talking to these Qigong practitioners, so he simply said, "Let's go!"

After saying this, he waved his sleeves and left the hall first.

Upon seeing this, a group of Qigong practitioners quickly chased after him.

"Silver-armored horned python"

I saw a twenty-foot-long, silver-armored, horned python hanging in the air outside the palace.

The oppressive aura brought by the huge body of the Silver-Armored Horned Python made everyone feel suffocated.

Master Li stood on top of the monster, looking at them coldly.

"Everyone, come up and stand still. The flying speed of my silver-armored horned python is much faster than your flying weapons. It will only take two days to reach the destination."

Grandmaster Li ignored the chaotic situation of the people below him, gently stroked the giant horn of the silver python, and then gave instructions with a calm expression.

Seeing this, everyone used their own flying magic weapons to land on the silver-armored horned python.

"This silver-armored horned python is as powerful as a foundation-building cultivator."

Han Lingsha beside him opened her mouth slightly, her eyes full of envy: "I wonder when I can control such a spiritual beast."

Chen Qiaotian also had envy in his eyes: "Our Chen family's ancestor is not so majestic."

Chen Yun smiled slightly, but did not speak. Instead, he sat cross-legged and waited quietly.

Seeing that everyone was seated, Li Huayuan waved his sleeves, and a transparent light curtain instantly covered the back of the silver-armored horned python.

The silver-armored horned python is extremely fast. If there were no light curtain, these Qi training disciples would be thrown out.

"Let's go!"

As Li Huayuan finished speaking, the silver-armored horned python turned into a silver shadow and fled into the distance.

Two days later.

In the north of Jianzhou, on a barren mountain bordering the Yue Kingdom and the Yuanwu Kingdom.

There were dozens of tall and short people in yellow shirts standing there, their clothes fluttering in the wind, and their ages were of different types.

The older ones have white hair and wrinkles on their faces, and they are already in their fifties.

The little ones had delicate skin and tender flesh, red lips and white teeth, and their childishness had not yet completely shed, but they were all silent and stood in an orderly manner.

Standing at the front was Li Huayuan, with his hands behind his back, staring at the sky leisurely, in a trance.

Behind him were five Foundation Establishment Stage deacons, four men and one woman, who would be there when the disciples of the Yellow Maple Valley left the Blood-colored Forbidden Land.

Check if any disciples have brought out the main medicine with years of age. Since the Blood Forbidden Land is in Jianzhou, the Yellow Maple Valley is also considered to be half the host, so our sect usually comes to this mountain one day in advance to wait for other sects.

Therefore, the disciples can now move freely and just need to line up and wait the next day.

Chen Yun and his companions dispersed and went into the mountains respectively.

Some of the twenty disciples of Huangfeng Valley sat cross-legged to recuperate; some took out their magic tools and kept wiping them; and some were in a daze, looking worried.

"Junior Brother Chen."

At the same time, Han Lingsha opened her mouth slightly and sent a voice message to Chen Yun: "Follow me."

After saying that, Han Lingsha twisted her graceful body and took the lead to walk away.

Seeing this, Chen Yun frowned slightly and walked away quickly.

"The Bloody Secret Realm is fraught with dangers. Take these for your protection."

As she spoke, Han Lingsha took out a stack of aqua blue talismans and handed them over.

Chen Yun took a quick look and found that these talismans were all elementary and intermediate level talismans.

Ten talismans, worth nearly a hundred low-level spirit stones, are quite a big deal.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Han."

Chen Yun cupped his hands and smiled slightly: "I have also prepared a lot of magic tools, you should keep these talismans."

"Just ten talismans."

Han Lingsha smiled and stuffed the talisman directly into Chen Yun's hand. She then replied, "I don't want Junior Brother Chen to lose his life as soon as he enters the restriction."

Seeing Han Lingsha's kindness, Chen Yun did not refuse.

He took the talisman and put it into his storage bag.

"The Blood Forbidden Land is fraught with dangers. Don't trust any monk!"

Han Lingsha slowly stepped forward and whispered, "Compared to the monsters, cultivators are actually the most dangerous."

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister Han. I will be careful and cautious."

Chen Yun cupped his hands, a smile appearing on his face.

I have to say that Han Lingsha is still worthy of close friendship. She was willing to give me a defensive intermediate-level talisman in front of the Bloody Forbidden Land.

Next, the two of them randomly found a rock and sat cross-legged there until the next day.

Early morning hours.

All the disciples of Huangfeng Valley gathered on the top of the mountain again.

They stood in line in order, waiting for the arrival of other sects.

And this wait lasted for several hours.

"coming."

"Look, everyone."

At this moment, Chen Yun noticed a commotion among the people around him, and they all looked towards the sky on one side.

I saw a few stars appearing in the blue sky, and then they quickly grew larger, forming a series of black streams of light in the air.

"Be quiet. Look at what you have become. This is the flying magic weapon of Qingxu Sect, Xuehong Ling. Don't make a fuss. You will lose face for our Huangfeng Valley."

The middle-aged manager with short limbs in front of him frowned and turned back to scold a few words.

This really worked, and the commotion died down immediately. Of course, there were still occasional murmurs.

As the black light fell, a Taoist priest in a gray robe appeared before his eyes, holding a whisk and with a Taoist bun on his head.

As everyone fell down, Chen Yun discovered that the star under his feet was actually a flawless white rainbow bridge. There were dots of silver light on the rainbow bridge, which was very dazzling. No one knew what was inlaid on it.

The middle-aged Taoist priest in the lead waved his hand lightly, and then a white light flashed. The rainbow bridge transformed by Xuehong Ling disappeared, but there was a brocade-like object in the opponent's hand.

"I didn't expect that this time it was Donor Li who led the team. I am honored to be here!"

Fu Yunzi walked a few steps to the front of Master Li, with a very happy face.

"Humph, if you, a big-nosed person, can come, why can't Mr. Li come?"

Li Huayuan put his hands behind his back and was not polite at all.

Chen Yun, who was far away, did not set his gaze on the two Jindan cultivators, but looked up into the air.

I knew that according to the plot, Taoist Qiong and the disciples of Yanyue Sect should be appearing soon.

Sure enough, after a dozen breaths, a crisp slapping sound was suddenly heard.

"Snapped"

Suddenly, another dirty hand appeared.

Suddenly, an old man in strange attire appeared. He was wearing a blue shirt with several patches on it, had short hair several inches long, and a storage bag that had turned white from washing was tucked around his waist.

But his face was covered with grease and black patches, and his true appearance could not be seen.

"Senior Qiong."

The Taoist priest and Master Li shouted at the same time, their faces turning blue.

"I don't dare to be called a senior. I am at the same Jindan stage as you, but I entered it a few years earlier!"

Old Monster Qiong waved his hand, his words full of laziness.

Chen Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the old monster Qiong.

Old Monster Qiong is very old, with one foot already in the Nascent Soul stage. His original invisible escape technique is well-known in the world of immortal cultivation.

It’s a pity that he just lacks a bit of energy and it’s difficult to break through the Nascent Soul stage.

As his lifespan was drawing to an end, his temperament became more and more eccentric. He liked to play tricks on Jindan cultivators. All the Jindan cultivators from the seven sects had fallen victim to his vicious attacks, but due to his powerful strength, they had no choice but to endure it.

"Since you guys are betting, wouldn't it be too lonely just for you two? Count me in."

Old Monster Qiong was obviously in a good mood, but what he said made the two of them very painful.

Fu Yunzi did not hesitate at all and begged for mercy: "Senior, you are joking. Everyone knows that Yanyue Sect is the leader of the seven major sects. We are bound to lose. We are willing to admit defeat."

Although Li Huayuan didn't say anything, he kept nodding his head, and it was obvious from his expression that he agreed.

Qiong Laoguai was not angry, but had a smile on his face, and said in a strange voice:
"Would I do such a thing as bullying the weak? As long as the amount of spiritual herbs you two sects have collected exceeds that of my Yanyue Sect, I will admit defeat."

"really?"

Hearing this, Fu Yunzi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although the strength of the disciples of the two sects could not match that of the Yanyue Sect, if the two sects joined forces, the spiritual herbs they picked would be no weaker than those of the Yanyue Sect.

Next, after the old monster Qiong took out three extremely rare invisible needle talismans, Li Huayuan Fuyunzi showed greed on his face and then agreed.

Seeing Fu Yunzi Li Huayuan nod, Chen Yun raised his eyebrows slightly.

In the end, he fell into the trap set by the old monster Qiong.

If it was a normal competition, the Yanyue Sect would naturally be unable to match the other two sects in terms of picking spiritual herbs, but they cheated by sending in a Jindan cultivator, Nangong Wan.

Although he can only exert the strength of the Qi training stage, he is a Jindan cultivator after all, and he also possesses magic weapons.

He could slaughter the top-level first-level monsters at will. If Han Li had not encountered the Mo Jiao that was comparable to the third-level monsters, how could he have let him get the upper hand?
"Look, people from the Hidden Moon Sect are coming, that's the Tianyue Shenzhou!"

As a cry of surprise was heard, Chen Yun's heart moved slightly and he looked up to the sky.

A white light appeared in the sky and gradually approached.

It was moving at an extremely high speed, and soon it reached the sky above the barren mountain. It turned out to be a huge ship carved out of green jade.

The outer walls of the ship were decorated with dragons and phoenixes painted with gold foil, which was extremely luxurious. There was also a huge white light cover wrapping the ship inside.

On the boat, there was a large group of people in white, half of them men and half of them women. Leading them was a charming woman who was dressed up seductively. Her every move was full of charm and was extremely breathtaking.

After landing on the jade boat and removing the light shield, the woman opened her almond-shaped lips and said, "Two senior brothers, Uncle Qiong, Nishang greets you."

Master Li and the Taoist priest did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly returned the greeting.

But Senior Qiong grinned, and suddenly his figure became blurred and disappeared into the air, leaving behind only a sentence and a strange smug laugh.

"I will come here again in seven days. Please prepare your bets in advance. I will definitely win this time."

The Fairy Nishang's beautiful eyes moved as she asked a few questions out of curiosity.

When she heard the content of their bet, she couldn't help but laugh. Her smile was so intense that it trembled, which was very charming.

That kind of charm made many young male disciples of the three sects stare blankly and almost drool.

Han Li and other male disciples of the Huangfeng Valley had already cast their eyes on the large group of new female disciples.

They had long heard that the Yanyue Sect advocated the art of dual cultivation, and that at least half of the disciples recruited had to be female, and those without good looks would never be accepted.

Now it seems that their reputation is well-deserved. These women are all charming and beautiful.

The female disciples of Yanyue Sect seemed to be accustomed to being stared at by so many people at the same time, and they continued to chat and laugh freely without changing their expressions.

Some even threw a few seductive glances at the person they were looking at, making that person's legs go soft and they didn't know why.

They were drooling and having wild thoughts after watching it.

However, Chen Yun's attention was not attracted by these women, but he looked at a woman in white on the deck.

Although she was wearing a veil, it could not hide her stunning beauty. Her bright eyes were majestic without anger, and her slightly wrinkled brows showed that she obviously did not like noisy sounds.

The disciples around him all deliberately stayed away and did not dare to approach.

Chen Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, thinking in his heart: "Nangong Wan."

(End of this chapter)