Tiedan Xiuxian

Early morning, cloudless. In the Qingtian Peak Floating Immortal Sect, the top floor of the hall was shining with golden light. Thousands of disciples gathered in the center of the square, looking up at the twelve futons on the high platform. "Hey, have you heard? This time, there are twelve places in the floating immortal sect competition. It is said that the elite disciples who will enter the inner sect will be selected." "Isn't that right? I heard that the sect master is personally in charge and all the elders of the inner sect are present." The crowd was talking a lot, and their eyes occasionally glanced at a gray-faced young man in the corner. The young man had a handsome face, but he looked extremely downcast. Not to mention his ragged clothes, there were still a few scars vaguely visible on his body. "Oh, that useless piece of iron is here too. He really doesn't know how to live or die." "Stop talking, he is the first genius in the history of our Floating Sky Immortal Sect who has been practicing for ten years and is still stuck at the first level of Qi training!" The sarcasm came one after another, but the young man seemed not to hear it and just clenched his fists silently. Iron Egg is exactly what he is called. As the weakest among the outer disciples of the Floating Sky Immortal Sect, he has long been accustomed to such ridicule. Ten years ago, he was included in the door because of his amazing spiritual root qualifications, but ten years later, others have broken through the foundation building and even the golden elixir, but he is still lingering at the first level of Qi training. No one knew that he was practicing hard every day, but the meridians in his body were like funnels, losing as much spiritual energy as he poured in. "Tiedan, how dare you come!" A harsh voice suddenly sounded in my ears. Looking up, he saw his fellow senior brother Wang Chaoyang. What this "genius senior brother" likes most is to find his way