Cross the prayer space

Chapter 747
On this day, Ran An was practicing swordsmanship, and amidst the fluttering of white clothes, the figure of the young man had a somewhat freehand and romantic attitude.

He did not enter Taoism early, he only started practicing at the age of 13, but his talent is extraordinary, but he has already established his foundation in just two or three years.

Since then, his appearance has been fixed as that of a teenager, but as the master of the sect master, he is used to showing others his stability.

An Ran is a small one, flapping its wings around Ran An's side. At this time, more than ten years have passed, and Ran An's current cultivation base has already reached the Nascent Soul Stage.

Nascent Soul who is less than a hundred years old is also rare in today's comprehension world. Of course, An Ran is credited for this, but Ran An's talent is also excellent.

Now, after going through the baptism of time, Ran An's system has gradually become a body without dirt.

There are many people who know about An Ran's existence, but everyone only knows that An Ran is transformed by the clean energy of the heaven and earth, so it can purify the devil energy, and they only know a little about other things.

As time went by, although these people were still curious about An Ran, they were no longer curious.

At this moment, An Ran looked at Ran An wobbly, "Ran An, have you finished training?"

Ran An nodded. "Are you back from playing?"

An Ran sat on his shoulder, "Ang, the suzerain told me to cook something delicious for me, so I'll go there." She propped her chin with her little hand, "Hey, it's not good to be too popular."

Ran An couldn't help laughing, suddenly his expression froze, and he looked into the distance as if feeling something, and an unspeakable emotion spread in his heart.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that his expression was wrong, An Ran hurriedly flew in front of him to check.

Ran An waved his hand, "Maybe my parents are dying."

"Then go back quickly, and stay by their side in the last time."

Ran An exhaled, "Okay, let's go home."

In Liangcheng, Ran An appeared in Ran's mansion. At this time, Ran's family had been inherited by Ran An's cousin, and the two elders were sitting on the recliner, sleeping soundly.

At this moment, Old Man Ran opened his eyes slightly, feeling a little confused for a moment, "An'er?"

Ran An held the hands of the two elders, "Father, Mother, I'm back to see you."

Old Madam Ran smiled, "It's good to be back."

In the past few days, Mrs. Ran has felt a little bit, but she has been holding on, and she always feels that if she leaves now, she may leave regrets. No, the child will come back.

The hand in Ran An's hand slowly dropped, and the old lady finally left without regret. As for the old man, he held his wife's hand and tremblingly caressed his son's face.

Ran An rubbed against him habitually, "Father." There were tears in his eyes, which finally slid down slowly.

Old man Ran could hold on for a while, so he chattered about some things with Ran An until his voice weakened in the end.

When he sensed that someone was coming, Ran An hid his figure, watching everyone in Ran's family busy, and all he could do was watch silently.

Seven days passed, and Ran An finally bid farewell to this place again, but this time, there was no time to come back.

Time flies, and a hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye. At this time, Ran An is already at the peak of the late Yuanying period. After returning from training again, he will stay in the sect this time to help the master handle affairs.

At this time, in a remote place in the cultivation world, the Meng family disappeared overnight. Meng Xun was protected by his family's loyal servants and escaped to heaven.

In the next few years, he wandered all over the place, growing from a naive child to a young man today. It was also at this time that he learned the news of his enemy.

This day is the day when Yunmiao Sect accepts disciples. 16-year-old Meng Xun looks at the long stairs with firm eyes.

He raised his foot and stepped into the stairs with everyone, accepting the experience.

In the main hall, the elders from all peaks were watching, while the suzerain looked at An Ran intentionally or unintentionally, who was watching with great interest.

"Sect Master, what do you think of this disciple?" One of the peak masters holding the sword peak asked in a low voice.

The suzerain heard the words and looked over. It was a boy of six or seven years old. He had a serious face at a young age, and he was very serious. He looked very much like the group of people holding the sword peak.

"Yes." The suzerain nodded while stroking his short beard.

The master of Chijian Peak was a little happy when he heard the words, "I have decided that no matter what the child's qualifications, I will receive Chijian Peak. He is the most outstanding person along the way."

Sect Master Rujun glanced around, "Huh?"

"What's the matter, brother?" A white-haired peak owner next to him was a little puzzled.

Rujun pointed slightly, "That child is quite special."

Hearing that people from the other peaks looked over, they saw a young man who did not dodge or dodge amidst thousands of swords being fired, let the sword fall on his body, his eyes were firm and his expression was calm.

"Okay, don't be afraid at the critical moment, quite like a cultivator." The suzerain praised.

The sword disappeared before Meng Xun's eyes, and he was teleported to the top of the mountain.

The two Foundation Establishment disciples smiled and said, "Congratulations to all 20 of you who have passed the trial, now please follow us to the hall to test your aptitude."

And the rest, although they didn't come up at the stipulated time, but insisted on arriving, they would be sent to the outer door, regardless of their aptitude.

Meng Xun lowered his eyes and followed the two disciples to the main hall.

The suzerain nodded in satisfaction, "That's good, that's half the number this year compared to last year."

The deacon elder ordered the disciples to go down to test their aptitude. The ladder is a door, anyone with aptitude can enter, and those without aptitude will be eliminated as early as the first pass.

Seeing that the number of people in front decreased one by one, it was finally Meng Xun's turn. He held his hand tightly and placed it on the spirit plate.

"What's your name?" the deacon disciple asked gently.

Meng Xun lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, "Boy Meng Xun."

The deacon disciple nodded, "Meng Xun is sixteen years old, and his aptitude is higher."

Sensing the envious and jealous gazes of the others, Meng Xun felt a little joy in his heart, he clasped his fists slightly, "Thank you, senior."

The deacon disciple smiled and nodded, "You are also an inner disciple, just call me senior brother."

Regarding Meng Xun's trajectory, An Ran was not prepared to interfere, as long as he didn't focus on Ran An, An Ran would be fine.

After all, the hero of this book has a dark personality, a typical villain hero.

Meng Xun stood aside, his eyes were always on the ground, and he never glanced casually.

After both of them finished testing, the deacon disciple put away the tray, "Eight people with low aptitude, six people with medium aptitude, five people with high aptitude, and one person with higher aptitude."

As soon as the words of the deacon's disciple fell, the peak master of the sword holding peak couldn't wait to speak, "Wenger, are you willing to join me?"

The one named Wenger was the little boy. Hearing this, he immediately knelt down on his knees, "I am willing."

"Okay, very good, come and stand behind me." Wenger got up and walked over when he heard the words.

Afterwards, the other four high-level qualifications were also selected to become personal disciples, and two of the middle-level qualifications were accepted as personal disciples, and the rest were registered disciples.

One person with low qualifications was accepted as a registered disciple by the deacon elders, and the others just entered the inner sect.

(End of this chapter)