1922: C1922 The Leader of the Core Disciples

C1922 The Leader of the Core Disciples

The head of the core disciples.

"Lord Sect Master, Zhang Xing..."

In the secret chamber of Master, Vice Sect Leader, Mo Xi, bowed and reported to a blood-red crystal that was 30 meters tall and 20 meters wide.

A few minutes later, Mo Xi finished his report.

There was a human figure in the blood crystal.

This human figure was the mysterious Lord Sect Master of the White Tiger Sect.

Every time he appeared, he would use this method. In fact, Mo Xi had never seen Master's real face before.

For so many years, he had only heard Master's voice, but had never seen him!

According to Master himself, he was cultivating an even more profound cultivation technique.

If he could cultivate it, he would have the right to challenge the world in Second Heaven.

First Heaven was the lowest level of space. He didn't want to die of old age here.

If he was lucky enough to enter the Second Heaven, he would definitely find a way to find a High Level elixir to help Mo Xi break through the shackles and soar into the sky. He would no longer be troubled by the growth of his seedlings.

With this promise, Mo Xi was determined to sacrifice his life for Lord Sect Master.

"Zhang Xing's talent is very good, but his background is mysterious. Lord Sect Master, do you want to observe him for a while longer?"

Every time he finished his report, Mo Xi would express his opinion.

This was also allowed by Master.

"There's no need for that. Starting tomorrow, let him cultivate the White Tiger Howling Heavenly Art.

Bring him to me three years later."

After saying that, Master's figure gradually disappeared into the blood-colored crystal.

It was as if he had immersed himself in blood.

"Yes! Lord Sect Master!"

Mo Xi bowed and left.

When he walked out of the secret room, a cool breeze blew and he found that his back was drenched.

At the same time, a strong and intense bloody smell burst out from his body.

It floated in the air.

"Urgh!"

Even a Godly State expert like Mo Xi couldn't help but retch.

"The killing intent and resentment in the stench of blood are too terrifying!

How many people must be killed in order to accumulate such a terrifying amount!"

Every time Mo Xi came out of the secret chamber, he would show a strong discomfort.

Fortunately, he did not stay inside for long, otherwise he would have vomited on the spot.1

But Lord Sect Master didn't want him to stay for long, at most three to five minutes.

This was probably one of Lord Sect Master's secret cultivation techniques.

This skill was against the heavens, it must be one of the evil skills.

Mo Xi had been worrying about it.

The next day, Zhang Xing entered the area where the true disciples were.

The biggest spiritual mountain with abundant spiritual energy was where Zhang Xing lived.

This place was originally the cultivation treasure land of Yin Donglou, but now it had the surname Zhang.

A thin booklet was placed on the table in the stone room.

There were no words on the cover.

Inside was the first to sixth levels of the White Tiger Howling Heavenly Art.

Mo Xi and Vice Sect Leader had personally sent a handwritten copy of the cultivation technique to Zhang Xing, reminding him to cultivate it well.

He wanted to achieve a breakthrough within three years.

Zhang Xing flipped to the first page.

With a single glance, he carved the first page into his mind.

"Master wants to see me in three years?

Does that mean he wants to inspect my cultivation level realm?

According to the cultivation speed of a Half-Deity Realm cultivation technique, three years is too short and nothing can be cultivated.

Why would Master be so strict?"

Zhang Xing did not believe it.

If the sect master was so strict, the entire sect would not fight internally all day long. All the disciples in the sect were dissatisfied with half a bottle of cultivation level.

Zhang Xing thought as he flipped to the second page.

The second level of the White Tiger Howling Heavenly Art was recorded in his mind.

The third page, the fourth page. ......

After flipping to the sixth page, Zhang Xing closed the booklet.

"There's nothing special about this technique. It's very easy to cultivate it."

In less than ten minutes, Zhang Xing had managed to master the first to sixth level of the technique while he was distracted.

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