Li Zhiming stood in the square, facing the magnificent Zhenyuan Hall, he felt very small.

He stretched out his mental power, and just as he approached the hall, he sensed dozens of auras as terrifying as the abyss. He dared not move forward any further, and hurriedly retreated.

“Huff…”

Li Zhiming was breathing heavily.

The moment he touched the Zhenyuan Palace, he was sweating profusely, as if he had spied a ferocious beast in the jungle.

"Is this the foundation of Zhenyuan Sect?"

Li Zhiming couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The dozens of auras in the hall are the strongest group of people in the entire Zhenyuan Sect.

Among them there was a familiar aura, that was that of Yun Cang, the head of Qingluan Peak.

He arrived at Zhenyuan Hall before him.

At this moment, the Zhenyuan Hall was filled with powerful warriors above the first rank, and there were also several auras that were bottomless and much stronger than Yuncang.

You know, the chief Yun Cang has already stepped half a foot into the Grandmaster realm!

Li Zhiming felt like a lamb to be slaughtered.

According to Yun Cang, here he would have to endure a stronger sense of oppression than in the Qingluan Palace.

Li Zhiming calmed down his mood and walked into the Zhenyuan Hall.

In the main hall, a red carpet was spread out in front of the hall, with dozens of people standing on both sides.

Each of them had an aura as deep as the abyss and a solemn look on their faces, which made people afraid. Among them, Yun Cang was standing on the right.

When he saw Li Zhiming coming, he glanced at him casually, not knowing what he was thinking.

"That is..."

"The headmaster of Zhenyuan Sect, Song Hongyan!"

Li Zhiming looked up and saw a majestic and beautiful woman sitting on the throne.

Although she only wore a little makeup and a plain robe, she was still extremely beautiful, with a temperament and appearance that could not be matched by ordinary people.

Li Zhiming has practiced in Zhenyuan Sect for many years, but this is the first time he has seen the real headmaster.

After all, ordinary disciples are not qualified to enter the Zhenyuan Palace.

He had only heard that the current leader of Zhenyuan Sect was a woman, a genius with unparalleled beauty.

Now that I see it, it is indeed so.

Li Zhiming was staring in a trance. The face and temperament of the headmaster could only be described as stunning. It seemed that she was not a mortal, but a goddess who came from heaven.

The saint Li Qingyue standing next to Song Hongyan seemed somewhat overshadowed by her.

Qingyue still has a long way to go to achieve Song Hongyan's temperament.

Li Zhiming withdrew his gaze and tried hard to control his breathing.

After arriving at Zhenyuan Hall, he felt a surge of pressure and his body became heavy.

He mobilized the internal energy in his body and began to fight against the vague aura around him, and then he felt a little relieved.

"Disciple Li Zhiming, I pay my respects to the Master."

Li Zhiming knelt down.

Any disciple who sees the master must kneel down and kowtow.

This is the rule of Zhenyuan Sect.

"Get up."

Song Hongyan spoke in a pleasant voice, as gentle as the big sister next door, making people feel like spring breeze.

Li Zhiming thought that the headmaster was a serious person, but he didn't expect it to be the case.

She did not emit any aura, just like an ordinary mortal who did not practice martial arts.

Li Zhiming couldn't see through her at all.

"The aura has been controlled to this extent. A master-level expert is indeed so terrifying!"

Li Zhiming admired in his heart.

The pressure around him did not come from the headmaster, but from the sect leaders on both sides.

The heads of each lineage, the elders of the Presbyterian Church, etc.

"Thank you, Master." Li Zhiming bowed.

"You are Li Zhiming, and you are really a handsome man."

Song Hongyan looked Li Zhiming up and down and frowned slightly.

"The aura is concealed by some extremely mysterious power. Did he practice some kind of magical secret method to conceal the aura? It can actually block my detection. Interesting."

Song Hongyan chuckled in her heart.

Then his eyes narrowed slightly, and he instantly penetrated Li Zhiming's primordial energy and saw through him at a glance.

"At your age, you have actually entered the fifth level. There are few people in the sect who are stronger than you."

"He has a strong body, abundant Qi and blood, comparable to an adult demon. He is also a potential body refiner. Not bad, not bad."

Song Hongyan said "good" twice in a row and gave Li Zhiming a very high evaluation.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked solemn.

Over the years, the sect master has seen many talented disciples.

But Li Zhiming is the first person to receive such an evaluation.

Of course, what surprised them even more was Li Zhiming’s strength.

The Great Way is the way to refine Qi. The upper limit of body refinement is not high, and it is full of difficulties and obstacles.

Therefore, when most warriors find that they can no longer improve their physical body in the later stages, they focus on refining Qi.

There are very few people who can practice both Dharma and body, improve at the same time, and keep pace with each other.

The sect leader's evaluation of Li Zhiming's body is that it is comparable to that of a great demon.

One can imagine how abnormal his physical strength is.

In addition, Li Zhiming also entered the fifth level.

It can be said that he has achieved great success in both Qi and body refining.

It has been hundreds of years since the Zhenyuan Sect has produced a genius like Li Zhiming, whose talents in both Qi and body training are equally terrifying.

Whether in age or practice time, Li Zhiming is younger than the saint Li Qingyue.

To some extent, Li Zhiming's talent may be stronger than Li Qingyue's.

Among these people, Yun Cang was the happiest.

Li Zhiming was his disciple from Qingluan Peak. He felt proud and happy to receive such high evaluation from the sect leader.

The only flaw is that Li Zhiming is not his direct disciple.

Thinking of this, he regretted it deeply.

"So you are Li Zhiming. You have entered the fifth level at such a young age. You have practiced both magic and body. You are extremely talented. No wonder you have the confidence to let me wait for you for two whole months."

The great elder Qiao Wanli looked at Li Zhiming and was very satisfied with him.

"My inner energy was in disarray at the time, and my damaged foundation had not yet fully recovered, so I could only retreat in a hurry. I did not mean to miss the Great Elder, so please forgive me."

When Li Zhiming heard this person speak like this, he knew it was obviously the chief elder of the Presbyterian Church, Qiao Wanli.

This is also a strong man whose strength he cannot understand. He doesn't know whether he has reached the level of a grandmaster.

"Don't be nervous, kid. I don't blame you. Everyone has emergencies, not to mention that yours is very serious." Qiao Wanli said with a smile.

"Qiao Wanli, I've said before that you are too gentle and unsuitable to be an elder. This will make the elders' council appear to lack the proper dignity."

"Although this boy is extremely talented, he has no respect for his elders. I think he should be punished appropriately."

A man wearing an iron mask stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in a low and hoarse voice.

Li Zhiming looked at the person who spoke.

The person wearing the iconic iron mask should be Mu Rujie, the leader of the Punishment Hall.