Ordinary people can also be extraordinary

Zhang Chen walked for about half an hour and finally arrived at the place where the spirit beasts were mounted. On the way there, he often saw spirit beasts flying away into the distance, and there were obviously people standing on them.

Although I occasionally see them, the spirit beasts fly very high and I can't see them clearly. This time, I got closer and found that these spirit beasts' mounts were very large. The wingspan was over ten meters and the length was over six meters. They flapped their wings gently and flew over Zhang Chen's head, like a dark cloud covering the sun.

The sect's spiritual beast mounts are mainly docile birds, such as spiritual cranes, giant pigeons, etc. These spiritual beasts have low cultivation and are easier to tame, and their large size makes them more convenient for carrying people.

The place where spirit beasts are mounted is a large area. There is a square where disciples can ride spirit beasts, and there are places to bathe, feed, rest and treat spirit beasts.

Zhang Chen came to the gate of the spirit beast mount area and saw people going in from time to time. Looking inside, he saw a large flat ground. Overhead, he saw spirit cranes carrying people flying away. The calls of cranes and other birds could be heard one after another, making the scene very lively.

There was no one guarding the door. Zhang Chen entered the gate and saw a huge square. On both sides were some spirit beasts standing or lying. Each of them was huge. They all had rings on their legs with numbers written on them. There were also hand guards on their backs for people to stand and hold on to.

There were some chairs and tables in front of the square, and several young men in yellow robes were introducing something to the disciples. Some disciples were also seen riding spirit beasts.

I saw a spiritual crane flapping its wings gently, pushing its feet on the ground, leaping up six meters, flapping its wings vigorously, and then flying forward steadily, slowly flying higher and farther. Occasionally, a spiritual beast would fly back alone and land in the designated area. Zhang Chen was amazed by what he saw.

Zhang Chen walked inside, looking at these spiritual beasts and mounts, imagining how cool it would be to ride them home one day. When he got to the town, the people would think he was an immortal.

"Junior brother, do you need to ride a spirit beast?" Zhang Chen was watching when he heard a greeting from behind.

Zhang Chen turned his head and saw a handsome, smiling young man wearing a yellow robe with a deacon's mark on his chest, looking at Zhang Chen.

"Hello, senior brother. I'm just curious and want to look around." Zhang Chen quickly bowed and saluted him.

"Judging from your appearance, you must be a new disciple. Recently, many people like you have come here to look around curiously." The senior brother looked at Zhang Chen with a knowing smile.

"Brother, you guessed right. I am a recent newcomer." Zhang Chen smiled awkwardly.

"By the way, Senior Brother, I would like to know where your menial disciples live?"

"Miscellaneous disciples? Go through that door and keep walking. You will see a big pond. There are miscellaneous disciples helping out there. Just ask them and you will know." The senior brother pointed to a stone archway on the left. He was a little confused as to why Zhang Chen was looking for miscellaneous disciples.

"Thank you very much, senior brother." Zhang Chen bowed and walked over there.

In a short while, Zhang Chen saw the pond that the senior brother mentioned. The pond was very large, and there was a corridor built around the edge of the pond. There were grids one after another in the corridor. Zhang Chen saw spiritual birds resting in some of the grids. There were spiritual birds flying over the pond, and from time to time they would fly into the pond, pick up one or two fish and swallow them into their stomachs.

Zhang Chen saw some disciples wearing linen clothes wiping the corridor and cleaning the grids where the spiritual birds lived.

Zhang Chen walked over and found a disciple wearing linen clothes and started asking.

"Excuse me, do you know where Sima Feng lives?"

"You mean Master Feng? He's competing with others in the training ground over there." He saw the yellow robe Zhang Chen was wearing and knew that he was a formal disciple. He bowed quickly.

"Mr. Feng? Competition? Where is the training ground?" Zhang Chen asked quickly.

After getting the address of the training ground, Zhang Chen rushed over there. With Sima Feng's physique, no errand disciple could be his opponent.

"Could it be that that senior brother is competing with him?" Zhang Chen thought secretly. Zhang Chen knew Sima Feng's temper. He was straightforward, hated evil and easily offended people.

Zhang Chen walked into the training ground just in time to see Sima Feng on the high platform knocking a twenty-year-old young man to the ground with one punch, and he didn't get up for a long time.

The people around were stunned.

"Is he a menial disciple? How can he be so strong?"

"Although the Qi Condensation Stage also belongs to mortals, but after being constantly nourished by spiritual energy, their physique is much stronger than that of ordinary mortals."

"Zhang Lei is at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, but I didn't expect him to not last even one round."

"He seems to rely on brute force. Maybe he is born strong. He took advantage of Zhang Lei because he has only practiced magic for a short time and did not have time to use it."

"Senior Brother Zhu, why don't you go up and try it?" one person next to him said to another.

"Who else wants to come up? Let me tell you, menial disciples are also human beings and are not to be bullied. Don't think that you are so great just because you have cultivated immortality and can bully others at will." Sima Feng on the stage looked at them seriously.

"You are so arrogant. You get carried away just because you have some strength. I will let you know the difference between immortals and mortals." A young man walked onto the platform.

"It's Zhu Quan, Senior Brother Zhu. He has reached the sixth level of Qi Condensation. I heard that he has already mastered the fire bomb technique. This guy will have to pay the price for his arrogance." Someone in the audience spoke silently.

"Come on, you are the only one who differentiates between immortals and mortals? You think you are really an immortal. You have been cultivating for several years and have forgotten your roots. You still look down on mortals." Sima Feng mocked.

"You are just a menial disciple. Your sect will not blame me if I cripple you. You asked for it." Zhu Quan's face turned red and he was extremely angry.

After saying this, he made a hand gesture, and a fireball flew straight towards Sima Feng. Sima Feng dodged it by gently turning his body.

Seeing this, Senior Brother Zhu continued to make hand gestures, and eight fireballs appeared in front of him. The first one rushed straight towards Sima Feng, and then four more slowed down and rushed towards Sima Feng's top, bottom, left and right. All possible routes for him to evade were blocked, and three more were left for support at any time.

Just when the first fireball was about to hit Sima Feng, Sima Feng slightly bent his body, exerted force on the stage with his legs and feet, and there was a loud bang on the stage. Sima Feng jumped forward five meters on the spot and easily avoided five fireballs.

Just one second after Sima Feng took off, Zhu Quan's face changed, and without time to think, he had to attack Sima Feng who was still in the air with three fireballs. Sima Feng seemed to know it in advance, and he turned to the left as he jumped, and the three fireballs passed by him.

Sima Feng also fell heavily to the ground. He looked very relieved. Zhu Quan on the other side looked very unhappy.

"It's my turn now," Sima Feng said and he ran towards Brother Zhu. Originally they were ten meters apart, but now it was only five meters, and Sima Feng crossed the distance in an instant.

Zhu Quan's face changed drastically, he pinched his right hand, and the spiritual energy around him fluctuated. Just when Sima Feng's fist was about to hit him, he moved one meter to the left and just avoided it.

Sima Feng's fist missed and he immediately turned around to attack. Zhu Quan continued to move sideways to avoid it. He was already at a disadvantage and could only defend desperately. He had no time to cast spells. This happened several times. As the spiritual energy in his body gradually ran out, Zhu Quan's face became extremely pale.

As Sima Feng's fist attacked again, Zhu's body trembled, but this time he failed to dodge and was hit hard in the chest by Sima Feng's fist, and fell heavily off the platform.