Chapter 1085: Worship in Chongxiao Hall

The middle-aged elder's name is Cheng Luo, who is the director of the Deacon Hall of Chongxiaodian, and the cultivation base in the middle of foundation construction.
This kind of strength can be regarded as a top master in the Wild Continent.
The storage ring in this elder Cheng's hand lit up, and a big gourd was taken out, and the gourd continued to expand and grow until it reached the size of a truck.
"Come up." Cheng Luo said to Shen Lang and Xiao Ling'er.
"Yes, senior." Shen Lang immediately picked up Xiao Ling'er, jumped over the gourd.
Elder Cheng waved one hand, and the gourd suddenly rose from the ground and flew towards the main hall of the Chongxiao Hall.
This gourd seemed to be also some kind of flying spirit weapon, and its flying speed was not slow, and it flew to the sky above the Chongxiao Palace in just one breath.
Shen Lang feels a little fresh, overlooking the Chongxiao Temple, the palace buildings are layered on top of each other, like a real Yuyu Immortal, which shocks people.
Seeing this big gourd flying so high, Xiao Ling'er was both curious and excited, and the expression on her little face was a little exciting and scared.
Within half a minute, the gourd had already flown to the main hall and landed quickly.
Looking at the main hall of the towering Chongxiao Hall, there was an oncoming breath of tallness. The whole body of the hall seemed to be piled up like purple-golden jade, which was gorgeous and impressive.
Cheng Luo led Shen Lang and Xiao Ling'er into the hall.
There are more than 20,000 disciples in the Chongxiao Hall, and the main hall is huge enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.
The empty main hall is actually a conference hall. A golden dragon chair is placed in the front of the hall, and the silver-haired old man in brocade and robes sits on the golden dragon chair.
The two elders were standing by the golden dragon chair. Apart from this, there is no one else in the hall.
The silver-haired old man on the golden dragon chair was thin, with dim eyes, just like the hanging old man half-footed into the coffin.
But for some reason, Shen Lang stepped into the hall and couldn't help but look at the silver-haired old man.
Although the other party is just a hanging old man, it gives people a strong aura, a feeling that people can't help but look squarely.
The silver-haired old man on the Golden Dragon Chair is the head of the Chongxiao Palace, Duanmu Bai. Known as the ancestor of Duanmu, the cultivation base of the late Jindan.
It is said that this ancestor of Duanmu has lived more than five hundred years old, and his name is savagely wild, and his cultivation is only a short distance from the Yuan Ying stage!
Walking forward step by step, Shen Lang and Duanmu ancestor met his eyes, his whole body trembled like a falling ice cellar, as if all his secrets had been seen through by the silver-haired old man in front of him, and he couldn't help turning pale. .
"Huh! The juniors are doing good physical training. If they weren't born naturally, it would have been the day after tomorrow that they had eaten the world-enhancing spirit fruit spirit grass, right?" Old Ancestor Duanmu glanced at Shen Lang, and a slight surprise flashed across his old face. , Asked nonchalantly.
Shen Lang's forehead was cold and sweaty, and the other party just glanced at him, and he could see his own reality. This ancestor of Duanmu is worthy of being a strong man in the late Jindan period. Fortunately, the blood soul charm was not noticed by the opponent.
"Senior's eyes are like a torch! The younger generation accidentally ate a strange golden spirit fruit when they were young, and after that, their physical strength is enormous, and their physique far exceeds that of ordinary people!" Shen Lang said respectfully.
"Golden spirit fruit, is it a golden scale fruit? Oh, this good fortune is also considered a chance for juniors."
Ancestor Duanmu waved his sleeves and commented.
Shen Lang was shocked again. Although what he said just now was deceptive, it had a basis. Xuandi Qianyuan recorded a kind of golden spirit fruit that can greatly strengthen the physique, and it is the golden scale fruit in the mouth of the ancestor of Duanmu.
The cultivator in the alchemy stage is indeed knowledgeable.
"Bring the girl up quickly and let me take a look." Duanmu ancestor pointed to Xiao Ling'er and said.
"Yes, ancestor." Cheng Luo nodded immediately.
Shen Lang whispered to Xiao Ling'er: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Ling'er, listen to this senior, don't resist."
"Yeah." Xiao Ling'er bit her teeth and nodded.
Soon, Cheng Luo walked up with Xiao Ling'er.
The ancestor Duanmu put on Xiao Ling'er's wrist, closed his eyes, and felt the spiritual roots in the little girl.
Guided by the spiritual power of the ancestor Duanmu, a cold air appeared in Xiao Ling'er's little palm.
"This..." Cheng Luo was taken aback.
"What a body of ice spirit and phoenix marrow!" The old ancestor Duanmu opened his eyes suddenly, his originally godless little eyes suddenly lit up, and his old face showed a clear surprise.
"What? Ice Spirit Phoenix Body?"
"The top 20 ice spirit bodies in the top 100 physiques?"
The two elders nearby also showed extremely shocked expressions.
"It can't be wrong! Only the supreme physique of the ice spirit body can make the spiritual root potential so high. This woman must be well cultivated. It does not even take a hundred years before I can add a gold to the palace. Brother Dan!" Duanmu ancestor was overjoyed.
"Haha, being able to earn a peerless genius is really a blessing to us!" Cheng Luo also smiled.
"Cheng Luo, it just so happens that you are also Shui Linggen monk, this girl will worship you and train this girl. After she builds the foundation, this seat will personally guide her in her practice." Duanmu ancestor said solemnly.
"Yes, ancestor!" Cheng Luo was secretly delighted, and it was a pleasure to accept such a super genius as a disciple.
The ancestor Duanmu didn't talk much, he just asked Cheng Luo and others to withdraw from the hall.
The protagonist is Xiao Ling'er. As for Shen Lang's inferior talent, the ancestor Duanmu and several elders naturally did not take him seriously. Still just a registered disciple.
The Chongxiao Temple is divided into the front mountain and the back mountain. According to the rules, the named disciples live in the back mountain. Xiao Ling'er was personally accepted as an apprentice by Elder Cheng Luo, who was a key target for training.
Shen Lang and Xiao Ling'er can't live together, they must live separately.
The two were first arranged to a temporary residence on the front mountain of Chongxiaodian, and the entrance ceremony was held the next day.
Shen Lang and Xiao Linger only have one day to get along, and they will have to go their separate ways tomorrow morning.
"Brother Shen Lang, are you going to be separated from Ling'er tomorrow?" Xiao Ling'er showed a trace of dismay.
After so many days, the little girl had already regarded Shen Lang as a real brother.
"Well, after I leave, you must take good care of yourself and don't let others bully." Shen Lang smiled and stroked Xiao Ling'er's head.
"But... I don't know anyone here, so I'm so scared. Ling'er doesn't want to be separated from you..." Xiao Ling'er's nose sore, and he fell into Shen Lang's arms.
"Don't worry, that elder Cheng will definitely take good care of you in the future. Little Ling'er, I want to remind you a few words before leaving, you must listen carefully." Shen Lang said sternly.
"Well, Brother Shen Lang, please tell me." Xiao Ling'er nodded.
"First, do not expose my real name, and try not to tell outsiders that you have a brother in the future. Second, you must not come to me! When you grow up, I will be successful. Go see you." Shen Lang solemnly said.
"Why don't you let Ling'er visit you? What if I miss you?" Xiao Ling'er bit her red lips, puzzled.
"Little Ling'er, I beg you! You must promise me these two points." Shen Lang frowned.