The divine rainbow flashed like wind and thunder. The plants, trees, trees and stones below kept retreating. In just a blink of an eye, the two of them had already arrived at the mountain.

The red clouds, as bright as flames, run across the mountain peaks, are very ethereal, but they are condensed but not dispersed, as if they have been eternal. A huge and wide land is cut off near the mountainside, with lush woods and splendid flowers, and pavilions and pavilions that embellish them, with a rich natural atmosphere.

Leng Ran noticed that there was a stone tablet standing upright. The stone tablet was simple and unpretentious, with many traces of swords, like an old man who had been frost. The three big words "Chixiamen" written on the stone tablet are profound, mysterious and mysterious, and are shining with misty colors.

It seems that there have been cultivators here who have fought here. Looking closely, there are many deep marks on the mountain walls, which can be said to be scarred. Even in some corners, they are still stained with red divine blood, making waves of unwilling sounds. But even so, the terrain here has not been affected, and there are still fairy clouds lingering, red clouds scattered across the red clouds, and the spiritual material is very surging, which can be called a place for cultivation.

Is this Chixia Gate? Leng Ran whispered in his heart, and suddenly felt a trance and his breathing became much smoother. He felt as if he had been holding his breath for a long time, he suddenly came to the wilderness and was fascinated by the sweet and clear air.

He suddenly remembered the ancient book that was missing on the cover, and some of the mysterious traces kept flashing and were deeply imprinted in his mind.

After a long time, the images in Leng Ran's mind slowly dissipated, dissipating like blue smoke. He invisibly remembered those Taoist patterns, and believed that as long as there were sufficient materials, he could arrange some simple arrays like a gourd.

The white-robed male cultivator saw Leng Ran silent for a long time, and seemed to be satisfied with this reaction, saying, "How, this is what I am like in Chixia Sect. After you truly join the sect in a few days, you will be taught to practice and have a thread of Chixia to strengthen your muscles and bones."

The white-robed male cultivator called himself Hu Mu, the current sect leader of Chixia Sect. At this moment, he said the role of Chixia without hesitation, as if he was eager to show off and wanted Leng Ran to join the sect.

He explained to Leng Ran that this place has existed since ancient times and was once one of the top sects in the world. However, as the world changes and time passes, the sect has experienced great chaos. The heads and several Supreme Elders were killed by foreign enemies, and the inherited sect method was lost, so it gradually declined.

After that, the successors of the sect were very unwilling to accept it. For generations of people were constantly searching for the caves of their ancestors in the mountains, and powerful cultivators forced themselves to break into the temples of their former enemies, trying to find the lost method, but gained nothing. Finally, more than a thousand years ago, another great practitioner appeared in Chixia Sect, deducing a trace of mystery from Chixia, saying that the method of the sect is hidden in Chixia, and those with great opportunities may be able to understand the truth and understand that method.

"No one should have realized the so-called method so far." Leng Ran suddenly interrupted Hu Mu's boasting and frowned slightly in his words.

The two of them have been standing here for a long time. The latter claimed to be the sect leader, but they had basically never seen any cultivators greet him. Occasionally, one or two people who walked out of their residence were all old, weak, sick and disabled, and went out to bask in the sun. A thin old man with a goatee sat on the bluestone floor, throwing straw sandals aside as if lazily, and was concentrating on picking his feet, with an aftertaste expression on his face from time to time, which was very pleasant to life.

As if he felt the look of Leng Ran looking at Leng Ran, the old man snatched his feet slightly raised his head, looked at Leng Ran, and then said to Hu Mu Youyou: "Boy Hu, didn't you say you want to go to the village and town to recruit new disciples? You're back so soon. Forget it, it's okay, there's only one new disciple, and you can talk to us old bones, play chess, and at least you can have someone to serve tea and water."

"Cough cough, Mr. Liu..." Hu Mu coughed lightly, and looked at the old man with a hidden look, pulling coldly away.

Cold Ran couldn't help but look back, looking at the old man who grinned his teeth at him, and was speechless in his heart. Rather than saying that these people were cultivators, they were raising old age in this place of cultivation treasure land. Is this place a place of cultivation treasure land or a nursing home? It seems that he has never seen a young man except Hu Mu in front of him.

The two quickly walked into a pavilion, and Hu Mu's face turned slightly red, trying hard to pull Leng Ran's attention back to the previous topic.

Hu Mu looked up slightly, looked at the rich red clouds at the top of the mountain, and slowly said, "So far, no one has been able to understand any powerful methods from that red cloud. There are even many cultivators in the world who come here to comprehend, but have no gains, and finally gave up leaving. But after the sky light came, the red clouds were suddenly dozens of times wider than before, and then the spiritual matter here suddenly increased and surged a lot. I actually became King Wu by this."

Hu Mu became more and more excited as he spoke, with an excited look on his face, and was full of optimism about his future.

"I have a premonition. Perhaps this is an opportunity to feel the Dharma from Chixia. We should recruit disciples and disciples. If we order those who are intelligent to understand Chixia, we may not be able to understand a mystery, or even a mysterious method!"

Seeing Hu Mu so excited, he was stunned and asked: "What if there are enemies who have formed in the past hidden in such a 'big fanfare' and the intention is not good? Or, someone has learned the method but does not reveal it, but just practiced secretly. Didn't Chixia Gate give other disciples a wedding dress..."

Leng Ran is not an exaggeration. The young sect leader in front of him seems to be a little too naive. People's hearts are separated from their belly. Even the so-called "good man" may not have done evil things, and they have the first pot of "black gold". What's more, the world in front of him is a world of mysterious martial arts cultivators, with intrigues everywhere, just like the strange craft who had not known how many years he had survived. He clearly saw his acting skills disguised at that time, but he used a trick to trick him into the Molong Prison Tower and wanted to occupy his body.

Thinking of this, Leng Ran was a little confused. When the other party met, he claimed that he had an extraordinary physique. Although the cultivator he met later was equally strong, he once thought that he was an ordinary person and was very despised and disdained. Is it because his physique had changed invisibly? Or was the ancient tree demon having too sharp eyes?

Just as Leng Ran was stunned, Hu Mu was unhappy. In fact, he frowned when he heard Leng Ran's question.

"Old Liu and the others said this, you, a person who has never entered the practice, actually said this... I naturally know that human hearts are unpredictable. But if you just want peace, will Chixia Sect continue to sink!"

Hu Mu frowned and his cheeks flushed. He was very excited at this moment and spitted out the star in front of the cold Ran: "The sky light comes, giving all spirits a chance to live. Even the red cloud is wider than before, revealing spirituality. If I live up to this opportunity, how can I face the ancestors of the sect as a lonely sect leader!"

Hu Mu shouted loudly, his voice shook like thunder, and ripples of divine light appeared all over his body, rushing towards all directions.

"Dada..."

Leng Ran was stunned and took several steps back, fearing that he would be knocked away by the qi.

I just kindly reminded you, as for being so angry, Leng Ran muttered secretly, and felt quite sympathetic to Hu Mu.

As the young sect leader, Hu Mu seemed to be determined to revive Chixia Sect, but was advised and obstructed by his elders. But to a certain extent, the ideas of those old people are indeed understandable. When a great world comes, danger and opportunity often coexist, especially now that Chixia Sect is small, they should not "take big steps" rashly, but should be cautious.

Hu Mu's thoughts are nothing wrong. If he guards such a remote mountain, if he does not recruit some disciples, it will sooner or later be destroyed, and even the name of Chixia Sect will gradually be destroyed as time passes.

Both ideas seem to be correct, but they are colliding fiercely.

Leng Ran couldn't help feeling that his previous words were a bit hasty. He was just a person who had not yet entered the practice of cultivation. He didn't know how to return to his family and what to do with other sects.

"Sorry, I'm just a passerby and I'm desperate to go back to my hometown to reunite with my family..." The cold tone was quiet, and suddenly I saw Hu Mu's eyes red.

A "bang" sounded, as if the lightning was roaring. Hu Mu slashed out with his palm and turned into a blazing divine light flashing and flew away, and suddenly turned into a handprint of rays of light, pressing the distant land into a large area. In the deep patterns, whether it was plants, trees, trees, stones, or spirit beasts hiding underground, they all became flat.

"Now you are the only new member of the sect. You can question my comments as the head of the sect, but if you dare to run away, I will slap you to death with one slap!"

Hu Mu looked serious and stepped out in front of Leng Ran, and patted his shoulder heavily.

"The new disciples I recruited from some villages and towns should arrive three days later. From now on, you will be their senior brother. Now, go to dinner with the teacher!"

While talking, he pulled Leng Ran, walked quickly and walked towards a certain place. He walked very quickly, without showing any mercy in his hands, and pulled Leng Ran as if he was pulling a little chicken.

"..." Leng Ran scratched his head speechlessly, looking at the ground passing by quickly, feeling a little stupid. Where is this? I really didn't come to become a disciple, and why did this Tianzhen Sect Master accept himself as his disciple?
Chapter completed!