Chapter 1097: Elder Shen

At the beginning, the ice sword shot by Cheng Luo's ice crystal gourd shot Shen Lang, and the two of them were beaten by Shen Lang since then.
All the disciples of the Chongxiao Temple were dumbfounded. It was unbelievable that a monk in the early stage of Nirvana could easily defeat the two mid-foundation elders who had long been famous for the Chongxiao Temple.
Shen Lang flew down from the sky, Elder He and Cheng Luo also flew down with earthy faces, and the scene was silent.
Xiao Ling'er hurried forward, looking at the injuries and blood stains on Shen Lang's chest and abdomen, and asked with concern: "Brother Shen Lang, your injury?"
"It's okay, just a small injury." Shen Lang waved his hand.
The cold air in the wound had already been forced out by the original spirit power in his body, and the wound was gradually healed under the influence of the Sheng Yang war energy.
Shen Lang held his fist towards the ancestor Duanmu, who stood with his hands in the air, "Hall Master Duanmu, are the juniors qualified?"
The ancestor Duanmu's face was a bit unbearable, thinking that my Chongxiao Palace was really in decline, and the two elite elders could not even beat a kid who had just entered Nirvana!
He guessed that Shen Lang's strength was good, but he didn't expect this boy's combat strength to reach this point. No wonder this kid can get the inheritance of the wild gods, this kid is really extraordinary.
"Huh, junior, you have some abilities. I am a master of cultivating Taoism, and I will speak with my own strength. You have defeated the two elders, and you are considered qualified to be the elders of our school." Old Ancestor Duanmu is not indifferent. Said.
"Elder?" Shen Lang froze for a moment, then clasped his fist and said: "The younger generation just wants Guizong to take in temporarily, and doesn't mean to be the elder of Guizong."
Upon hearing this, the ancestor Duanmu was unhappy. In his heart, he wanted to try his best to win over talents like Shen Lang, but because of his face, it was hard to ask Shen Lang as a junior.
Besides, there are so many people watching here.
The ancestor Duanmu had no choice but to talk to Shen Lang with voice transmission: "Huh! Boy, don't be shameless, I will occupy the blessed land of Lingxiao Mountain, and the cultivation resources are extremely rich. You are the elder of my Chongxiao Palace, there are only benefits and no harm. As for the pressure of the Beast God Palace, this seat will naturally help you withstand it."
The voice of Duanmu ancestor sounded in Shen Lang's ears.
"The art of sound transmission into the secret" can only be performed by monks who are above the Nirvana period and the foundation building period. Shen Lang has not yet learned the art of sound transmission and cannot transmit sound.
However, the ancestor Duanmu has opened up the sound transmission channel between the two, and Shen Lang can talk to him in secret.
"The kindness of the Lord Duanmu, the younger generation is not unforgettable. However, the younger generation has always been used to going alone." Shen Lang said secretly.
"The mouse is short-sighted! Junior, do you know what it means to enter my Palace of Chongxiao with your current strength and talent? There are only more than a hundred years left for the life of this seat. If you can break through the original pill stage in these hundred years, The position of the lord of the first hall of Chongxiao Hall is yours." Duanmu ancestor frowned.
Although the ancestor Duanmu has the cultivation base of the late Jindan, ranking fourth in the top ten masters in the wild, but he is the only one in the entire Chongxiao Hall in the Jin Dan stage. If he sits down, the situation in the Chongxiao Hall will be very different. Danger.
The current Chongxiao Temple does not even have a monk in the late foundation stage. Except for the ice spirit body Xiao Ling'er harvested three years ago, the rest of the disciples have very little hope of breaking through the Golden Core Stage. So Duanmu ancestor is really worried about the inheritance of Chongxiao Palace.
Shen Lang's heart shuddered, the lord of a palace?
It is hard to imagine that this ancestor of Duanmu wanted to pass the position to himself?
If it were other cultivators, I am afraid it would have been too excited for a long time, but Shen Lang had no interest in the identity of the Lord of the Chongxiao Palace.
In Shen Lang's view, the lord of this hall had no advantage other than being powerful and able to pretend to be forceful.
He is the kind of realm that is dedicated to pursuing the highest and the strongest, and he does not want to be distracted by other things, not to mention that he will look for Su Ruoxue in the future, and he cannot stay in the wild forever.
"Palace Master Duanmu sees the juniors in this way, and the juniors are very terrified! But the juniors pursue the highest and strongest realm throughout their lives, and really don't want to involve the sect, so as not to affect the cultivation." Shen Lang solemnly said.
"You..." The old ancestor Duanmu's face was a bit ugly, unbelievable, he opened this bargaining chip, the other party even refused?
After a while of silence, the ancestor Duanmu said: "It's nothing more!"
He felt that Shen Lang might not be the kind of person who can relax and cultivate.
Throughout the ages, any Nascent Soul Stage might not be able to reach that state by relying on closed-door cultivation and standing still.
Cultivating the Tao is an extremely difficult process. If there is no certain chance, even if the talent is high, the cultivation level is limited.
Had it not been for the Chongxiao Hall only he was a Golden Core monk, the ancestor Duanmu would have delegated power a long time ago, dropped the Chongxiao Hall, and traveled everywhere. It's just that he really can't worry about Chongxiao Hall. If he wants to leave, Chongxiao Hall will definitely cheat.
The old people of the Seven Great Sects had long been jealous of the spiritual veins of Lingxiao Mountain.
Perhaps it was because of the sect that he was unable to take a step forward and break through the Yuan Ying stage.
After hearing what Shen Lang said just now, Duanmu ancestor couldn't help but sigh. Shen Lang could see through this at such a young age, and he immediately admired him greatly.
Worthy of being the inheritor of the barbaric god, he is short-sighted.
The ancestor Duanmu continued to spread the voice: "Junior, I already know your concerns. Since you don't want to be the elder of the school, then you can be my elder Keqing."
"What is Elder Ke Qing?" Shen Lang asked curiously.
"Although Elder Ke Qing is also an elder, he does not need to listen to perform the functions of the sect. The only requirement is that when the school encounters a major crisis, if Elder Ke Qing is capable, he must help once." Old Ancestor Duanmu said nonchalantly.
"Okay, the junior agree!" Shen Lang immediately clasped his fists.
The ancestor Duanmu was willing to take him in, and Shen Lang owed him a favor. If he could break through the pill formation period in the future, he would naturally protect the Chongxiao Hall.
The ancestor Duanmu nodded slightly, then released the sound transmission, and said in a deep voice: "From now on, I will send one more elder Keqing, it is this elder Shen Langshen. The initiation ceremony is eliminated, and I am a disciple of the Chongxiao Temple. Just say hello to him."
The voice rang everywhere, echoing in the ears of every monk near the mine.
"I have seen Elder Shen!" A large number of Chongxiaodian law enforcement disciples on the Lingzhou clasped their fists and saluted.
"See... I have seen Elder Shen!" The guards on the side of Lingkuang fell to the ground.
The Fatty Chief didn't dare to lift his head, and was trembling with fright. He thought that he was cheating, and he even got into the new elder by mistake.
Seeing the respectful appearance of the Chongxiao Hall disciples in all directions, Shen Lang scratched his head. The pomp was so big that he was a little embarrassed.
"I have seen Uncle Shen!" Xiao Ling'er was overjoyed, and she clasped a fist towards Shen Lang and spit out her little tongue.