"Dongdongdongdong..." A melodious bell sounded throughout the Zhenwu Immortal Sect. All cultivators who had reached the Nascent Soul stage rushed towards the Zhenwu Hall on the main peak after hearing the bell.

However, on the edge of a cold pool in the back mountain of Zhenwu Immortal Sect, a naked man seemed to have not heard the bell. He just held a silver spear all over the body, waving the spear in his hand, stabbing the quiet cold pool, one shot after another.

The bell rang nine times, but the man had already pierced nine hundred and ninety-nine guns. However, the calm water surface did not ripples of ripples of red blood gradually overflowed from the calm water surface, and then the small fish that had been pierced through the head floated up one by one.

However, in an instant, the entire cold pond surface was covered.

If someone counts carefully, it will be exactly nine hundred and ninety fish.

And every fish has eye beads pierced, no exception.

If this scene is seen, I don’t know what it would be horrified. It is not difficult to kill nearly a thousand fish in one blow, but what is difficult is that each shot pierces a fish’s eye with extremely accurate accuracy. These fish are not dead fish. Each one is swimming in the cold pond, with varying depths and different distances. How accurate is it to pierce out nine hundred and ninety-nine guns in the time of nine bells?

However, there was no smugness on the man's face. He just slowly put away the spear in his hand and was about to walk to the side to pick up his coat and put it on his body. He saw a handsome man sitting on a tree branch and looking at him with a smile.

"Why are you here?" the man asked while picking up his coat and putting it on his body.

"Isn't this nothing to do? Come and see you..." The man sitting on the tree looked hippie and smiling.

"Are you here to see my senior sister?" The man holding a spear sneered.

"Zilong, I'll be sad if you say that. Although your senior sister is pretty good, she is older than my grandmother's. No matter how hungry I'm not going to like her, right?" The man sitting on the tree branch said with a grievance.

"It's a blessing that my senior sister is not here, otherwise you won't leave here today..." The man holding a spear was Zhao Zilong from the Zhao family, and the man sitting on the tree branch was his friend Mu Lingjiu.

Mu Lingjiu was originally a disciple of the Xuandao Sect, one of the three major sects of Longteng. After Xuandao Ren and Old Man Long left the earth together, he inherited the Taoist tradition of the Xuandao Sect. However, with the emergence of those hidden sects, the former leader of the Dao Sect was actually just an outer sect of the Xuanqing Sect, just like the relationship between Shushan Sword Pavilion and Shushan Sword Sect.

However, what Mu Lingjiu didn't expect was that his master, Daoist Xuan, was of extremely high level even in Xuanqing Sect. Xuan Qingzi, the leader of Xuanqing Sect, wanted to call Daoist Xuan "Minister Uncle". In this way, Mu Lingjiu also became the youngest uncle in Xuanqing Sect.

However, when I first entered Xuanqing Sect, no one took this junior uncle from the outer sect of Xuanqing Sect seriously. After all, the Taoist world respects strength. What future can a guy who barely reaches the true realm and follows the path of martial arts practice?
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