Peach Fortune Ring

"Master, what's going on? Why?"

A young man asked, he is Qing Yanzi's apprentice, and he is also one of the disciples that Shang Qinggu plans to focus on training this time.

"Don't ask, it's not time for you to know!"

"Yes!"

There was a strong curiosity in the other party's eyes, but he still didn't ask any more questions.

"Boom!"

At this moment, there was a loud noise, but it was the place where Ming Xiang Zhenren retreated and collapsed.

"Not good, Master!" Qing Yanzi couldn't help shouting worriedly.

But at this moment, a figure with layers of blue light shot up into the sky, standing in the air.

The other party was wearing a green robe, with a handsome face, and looked to be only in his early 20s. He exuded an extremely powerful aura, which made all the disciples of Shangqinggu, including Qing Yanzi, daunted.

"Master!"

The next moment, Qing Yanzi prostrated himself on the ground with excitement written all over his face.

The other party glanced at it, and then showed a smile: "Stay away, wait until the teacher has survived the thunder disaster!"

The other party's tone was very calm, but there was an inexplicable sense of tranquility in people's ears. Qing Yanzi, who was originally worried that the real Ming Xiang would not be able to survive the thunder disaster, couldn't help but feel more confident.

at this time.

"Boom!"

But the second thunder came down from the sky mixed with Huo Huo Tianwei, and hit the real person Ming Xiang heavily. Judging from its power, the second thunder was much stronger than the first.

However, the thunder light dissipated quickly, and Ming Xiang was still floating in the air, with a handsome figure, his robes fluttering around, but there was no damage at all, and the expression on his face was also very relaxed.

For a moment, Qing Yanzi's confidence in him doubled again.

"Boom! Boom!"

The third and fourth thunders fell one after another. This time, Master Ming Xiang was not so calm, and even his black hair was slightly blown up.

"Boom!"

The fifth thunder fell, and a five-color folding fan was added on top of the real person Ming Xiang. The fan opened, releasing a five-color light shield, covering the real person Ming Xiang.

Therefore, the next few thunderstorms did not hurt him.

It was only when the eighth thunderbolt fell that the brilliance of the colorful folding fan was slightly dimmed.

"There is only one last one left!"

Qing Yanzi counted silently, staring at the figure in midair without blinking.

[Author's Digression]: Second update

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At this moment, Master Ming Xiang raised his head slightly, staring at the spinning Jieyun in the sky, preparing for the final blow. His eyes were bright and sharp, but there was a faint smile on his face, confident And proud.

kilometers away.

Qing Yanzi clenched his fists, and kept praying in his heart that Master would survive the catastrophe.

At this moment, eight streams of light shot out and landed beside Qing Yanzi.

"Brother Qingyanzi, this is?"

Looking at Daoist Ming Xiang standing in mid-air, the eight heads were all surprised and shocked.

"That's Master Ming Xiang, who is just one last thunderbolt away from becoming a Jindan Daoist!" Qing Yanzi said proudly.

Hearing this, the expressions of the eight masters were both joyful and worried.

What they are happy about is that the Immortal Sect has an extra Jindan Daoist, and their power and deterrence will definitely increase greatly. The Yanhuang Kingdom, which has been bullied and exploited by them, has begun to rebound, but they don't have enough strength to suppress them.

But if there are more Jindan Daoist, Yanhuang Kingdom can be suppressed with a flick of a finger, especially the secret realm discovered by Yanhuang Kingdom, can also be taken over and become the back garden of Xianmen.

What they are worried about is that although there are nine major sects in the Immortal Sect, everyone is equal in strength, and they all share the benefits on an equal footing. .

I'm afraid that by then, the entire Xianmen will become the dominant family.

At this moment, after half a quarter of an hour of deliberation, the last thunder finally fell.

"Boom!"

The ears were about to ring, and a bucket-thick sky thunder mixed with great power suddenly hit the colorful folding fan. There are circles of colorful ripples, constantly weakening the power of Tianlei.

After a stalemate for about 2 minutes, the five-color folding fan finally consumed most of the energy of Tianlei, and then the five-color folding fan seemed to lose its power, and suddenly fell into Ming Xiang's hands.

"boom!"

The rest of the sky thunder bombarded Ming Xiang's real person, causing his body to sink several meters suddenly.

Seeing this scene, Qing Yanzi and the others felt their hearts tighten.

Fortunately, Master Ming Xiang stabilized his figure after sinking a few meters, and at the same time, an awe-inspiring aura erupted from his body.

"Crackling!"

There were constant thunderclaps on his body surface, which lasted for a quarter of an hour before dissipating, revealing the real figure of Ming Xiang.

His whole body was scorched black, and he looked quite embarrassed.

The other party looked up at everyone, and then disappeared into a stream of light.

Half an hour later, Qing Yanzi stepped out of a courtyard in Shangqing Valley, and said to the eight sect masters who were waiting outside: "Dear friends and brothers, my teacher is welcome!"

Hearing this, the hearts of the eight sect masters all tensed up, and their expressions turned cold. That was the Jindan Master. It seems that after the only Jindan Daoist in the Xianmen 200 years ago sat down, no new Jindan Daoist appeared again.

Now that it has appeared, it is the current myth, enough to suppress the whole world.

The next moment, the eight sect masters cautiously entered the courtyard under the leadership of Qing Yanzi, bowed down to a blue figure sitting in the courtyard, and shouted in unison: "Greetings, Master Mingxiang!"

At this moment, the real Ming Xiang has put on a brand new green robe, his black hair looks like a newborn, scattered vertically to his waist, his face looks like he is only in his early 20s, young but full of majesty.

"Everyone has been in the same spirit as me, Shangqingu, for many years, you are welcome, please get up!" Ming Xiang raised his hand, and said in a gentle tone.

"Thank you real man!"