The black eagle soared, but neither of the two on the eagle's back spoke.

The Qing Xianzong is really too big, even if it takes a lot of time to fly from the main peak to a suspended mountain, after a full column of incense, the black eagle finally falls towards a mountain.

The white-haired old man jumped down, and Ye Yan jumped down without his instructions, standing behind him, looking at the hanging peak curiously.

He had been to another floating mountain before, where the golden walls were brilliant and luxurious, but here it was too simple, every brick and tile was ordinary, and no one could be seen at all.

However, because of this, there are countless birds and rabbits jumping in the trees, which is full of the breath of nature.

Ye Yan couldn't help but praise: "What a great place!"

The white-haired old man was surprised and said, "Don't you think this place is deserted?"

Ye Yan smiled: "This is a place for cultivation, and it's not a market. Why should it be so lively?"

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, then he laughed out loud, looking extremely happy, but when he laughed, he coughed and even spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Yan wanted to pat him on the back, but was blocked by the old man.

"It's okay, it's just a little injury when I was young, leaving the root of the disease." The white-haired old man said.

Immortals have no boundaries, is there a distinction between young and old?

Ye Yan complained in his heart, but did not ask further.

The white-haired old man was curious and asked, "You heard the words of other immortals just now, and you were accepted as a disciple by me, Jiuhefeng. The future is very bleak."

"Look, there are very few people in my peak. Apart from the old man, there is only one of your senior sisters. There are only three people in the whole peak."

"The old man is deeply ill and will die soon, and your senior sister is very far away from becoming an immortal. At that time, there will be no immortals in Jiuhe Peak, and it will be difficult for you to lift your heads in the sect."

"Aren't you complaining about this?"

Ye Yan smiled: "Then if I become an immortal, wouldn't the problem be solved?"

The white-haired old man was taken aback, your self-confidence is too strong.

"Do you know how hard it is to become immortal?" he asked.

Ye Yan shook his head: "I don't know."

"You don't know, that's why you say such a thing!" The white-haired old man showed emotion, "When I was young, the old man had some talent. He was admitted to Jiuhe Peak by the master, and he was taught by the master carefully, but he also used it. It took three thousand years to cross the fairy bridge and open up the sacred treasure."

Ye Yan was involuntarily interested and said, "Master, you teach me how to cross the Immortal Bridge and open the Divine Treasure. Maybe I will become an immortal tomorrow."

The white-haired old man was stunned.

He told Ye Yan how many years it took him to cultivate into the immortal position, just to let the other party know the difficulty of becoming an immortal, but this guy didn't have any consciousness at all.

Is this self-confidence, or is it arrogant to the limit?

The white-haired old man said as he walked: "When you cultivate to the peak of the mortal realm, it is equivalent to standing on the edge of a cliff, and the fairyland is another cliff across the huge abyss. You need to feel the divine treasure and cultivate a trace of it. Silk's immortal energy, using immortal energy as a bridge, crosses the other side and enters the fairyland."

Ye Yan sighed and said, "What is bothering me now is what is Shenzang."

He doesn't know what is God Treasure, how can he comprehend and open it up?

If he is given enough time, he can figure it out with confidence, but the immortal world already has a mature cultivation system, so why should he spend this time?

It is not pride and self-confidence, but stupidity and arrogance, if you do not absorb and learn from the experience of your predecessors, but have to go through it yourself.

The white-haired old man smiled: "Don't worry, the old man tomorrow will take you to see Shenzang."

Can the gods be seen?

Ye Yan was stunned, and then nodded.

While talking, a building appeared in front of me, just a few thatched huts. A girl in plain clothes was walking out of the house. When she saw the white-haired old man, she immediately waved her hand: "Master!"

Even though Ye Yan was used to seeing beautiful women, she still had a bright feeling in front of her.

The beauty of this woman is not inferior to Wu Luoyi and Ning Yuxi!

The white-haired old man showed a smile and said, "Yuerong, come here, this is your junior brother, called Ye Yan." He said to Ye Yan again, "This is your senior sister Hua Yuerong."

Ye Yan bowed: "Ye Yan has seen Senior Sister."

Hua Yuerong returned a ceremony: "Junior brother, don't be too polite."

The white-haired old man asked both of them to go behind the house, only to see that it was a bamboo forest, and there was a stone statue deep in the bamboo forest.

"This is the first peak master of this peak." The white-haired old man said, "It is also the ancestor of this peak, and the number is 'Nine River Immortal'. You worship the ancestor first."

Ye Yan knelt down and bowed to the stone statue.

After he finished worshiping, the white-haired old man brought the two of them into the room again. He sat down and said to Ye Yan, "Let's worship now."

Ye Yan knelt down again, and nibbled three heads at the old man: "Disciple Ye Yan, I respect Shizun!"

The white-haired old man bowed to him three times, and then helped him up: "My teacher's surname is Cui, and my name is Huafeng. When I was young, I was called 'Broken Sword Immortal', but now, hehe, he's just a rotten old man waiting to die. "

Hua Yuerong opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped by Cui Huafeng, so she had no choice but to remain silent.

Ye Yan hesitated for a while and asked, "How did Master's injury come from?"

"Oh, why are you asking this?" Cui Huafeng asked.

Ye Yan Zhengrong said: "Master's revenge is naturally avenged by the disciples!"

Hua Yuerong's eyes suddenly brightened, and she glanced at Ye Yan, her kindness greatly increased.

Cui Huafeng laughed: "I haven't taught you anything yet, so you want to take revenge for my teacher! I'm a little regretful now that I am a teacher, did I delay you by using the Immortal Token to force you into Jiuhe Peak? ."

Ye Yan just smiled, he only needed to know how to open up the Divine Treasure, in fact, it didn't matter who he was a teacher.

But since he worshipped Jiuhe Peak, he would naturally do his best for Jiuhe Peak.

This is called loyalty.

"It's enough for you to have this heart." Cui Huafeng did not say who was the one who did it, "You are too weak now, you haven't even entered the fairyland, and knowing it is not good for you - what are you waiting for? It's time to become an immortal, it's not too late to tell you as a teacher."

In his opinion, no matter how talented Ye Yan is, he will never become an immortal without thousands of years of hard work.

"Okay." Ye Yan agreed immediately. As long as he knew the method of opening up Shenzang, he had the confidence to enter the fairyland within a year or even less.

In theory, he is the emperor above the ninth-order mortals, and he should be only half a step away from becoming an immortal, not one step.

Besides, he has his own world, and his thoughts can be derived into tens of millions, and at the same time, the efficiency is terribly high.

"There are no rules in this peak. Simply put, as long as you don't bully the weak and don't kill innocent people indiscriminately." Cui Huafeng said, "If you become a devil in the future, then even if you go to **** as a teacher, you will be able to defend yourself. The sword will take your life."