A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The flying sword flew back to the magnetic intertwined mark between the eyebrows and continued to nourish.

"Unknowingly, it has been five months..."

Jiang Ding counted his fingers and sighed softly.

When building the foundation, if there is no big event or the cultivation reaches a critical stage, you can go home once a week. After the golden elixir, the time to go home becomes less.

It is really a practice and a treasure refining that takes several months, and I can't get away from it.

Make up your mind to go home and visit more next time.

Jiang Ding flew up, his figure flickering, and flew towards the leaves where Zhenjun Dinghai's Chinese class classroom was.

People kept flying over from all directions, most of them were Golden elixir monks, and only a few of them were Foundation-building monks. The Xianmen doctors who had been admitted in recent years looked at Jiang Ding and other seniors with respect.

Looking down at the floating island of Qingfeng University, many foundation-building and Qi-training monks can be vaguely seen walking between the classrooms and dormitories.

"The three of us seem to be seniors to others?"

Jiang Ding asked curiously.

"of course?"

An Siyan rolled her eyes at him: "Although we have spent so many years in school, we are very young, but in fact, our peers even have great-grandchildren, and some of them have begun to accept the new year and festivals. They offer incense and are called ancestors."

"The two-hundred-year academic system for doctoral students and all aspects of employment after graduation must be considered now."

"It's still early."

Jin Lingfeng shook his head: "It's better for the two of us to form a pill, otherwise we won't be able to survive until we graduate as doctoral students. This is a joke."

"That's true."

An Siyan couldn't help laughing.

It would be too tragic to go directly to school until old age and death.

A group of golden elixir foundation-building monks gathered on the leaves in the Chinese class classroom. People coming and going greeted each other from time to time and discussed issues in the class. They were noisy and buzzing, much more relaxed than in the Taoist law class.

Zhenjun Dinghai has been teaching at Qingfeng University for hundreds of years. It can be said that he grew up watching these Jindan foundation-building monks, and he is very kind to them without any sense of restraint.

Moreover, don’t underestimate him just because you think it’s easy to see Zhenjun Dinghai all the time.

Being able to serve as the principal of the top university in the Immortal Sect means that he is one of the most outstanding Nascent Soul-level geniuses in the Immortal Sect. He must have been a well-known figure in the Immortal Sect when he was young, and his teaching ability is comparable to that of a cultivator.

This is the Immortal Education that many Immortal Sect monks from outside the world envy.

Although, it has also led to talent overflow and excessive involution.

"Liu's military industry..."

Jiang Ding was thinking about some things in confusion, and suddenly remembered the suffering master he met when dealing with the violation of the first law of the Immortal Sect.

The ancestor and founder of the Liu Family Military Industry was the winner of the Immortal Sect's once-in-a-hundred-year Luban Prize, and one of the best Golden Elixir monks of that era.

However, even such a person failed to conceive a baby in the end.

It can only end with regrets, leaving only Liu's military industry to be passed down to future generations.

This is related to the times. In the era when he was blooming, the Immortal Sect had just emerged from the war and was in poverty. Even the Sun-Destroying Lord could only rely on the secret realm of sleep to heal his wounds and wait for the passage of time.

Liu's Jindan could only rely on himself to fight to the death. In the end, he lacked some luck and died in the process of conceiving a baby.

"Daozi..."

"Jianzi...why does she appear here?"

In the classroom, the noise became louder and concentrated in one direction.

Jiang Ding came back from his thoughts, looked in that direction, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Among the crowd, a stunning girl in a moon-white fairy dress walked up to her with a smile. From time to time, this fellow Taoist, that senior brother and senior sister would say hello sweetly. She was very friendly, and she quickly became one with the people around her, without being able to tell at all. At least she was new here.

"Taiyin Sword..."

Jiang Ding touched the flying sword between his eyebrows, showing a trace of desire.

"Yu Qianzi."

"She doesn't have the indifference and arrogance of a sword cultivator at all. She is a fake sword cultivator."

Jin Lingfeng frowned and said, very unhappy: "Why is she here?"

"I know that."

"The negotiations between the Immortal Sect and the Qingmu Immortal Sect seem to be coming to an end."

An Siyan has always been very well-informed and pays close attention to things that appear on the Internet. He explained: "She seems to be studying abroad in the Immortal Sect for two hundred years to strengthen the friendship between the Immortal Sect and the Qingmu Immortal Sect.

Some people on the Internet also said that she became a hostage just like King Qin Yingzheng's father Yiren. "

"She's coming over."

Jin Lingfeng's face was expressionless.

"Dari Jianzi, long time no see."

Yu Qianzi greeted him with a smile, showing no signs of any annoyance as he did at the Great Ritian Lake.

There seems to be something in her that is opposite to the sun, and is inherently complementary to the great sun.

Just being close, the breaths of the two people circulate with each other, and there is a sense of yin and yang rising and dying.

All this made Jin Lingfeng and the two even more disgusted.

"Hello."

Jiang Ding nodded, and his consciousness swept over.

The pinnacle of foundation building.

Extremely excited, the vibrating Taiqing Flying Sword stagnated for an instant and fell silent.

"Why are you still at the peak of foundation building?"

Jiang Ding couldn't help but said.

It’s really not possible to reach the peak of foundation building.

She is simply not good enough to be a tough opponent in the swordsmanship. If she is to hone her skills in this way, she must restrain her nine-level strength to ensure that she will not be killed.

"Are you still embarrassed?"

Yu Qianzi's face darkened, and he felt a little bit off guard, so he stopped pretending.

"shameless!"

"If you hadn't tied me here and asked me to stay in the Taiyin Sword Sect, I would have reached the Golden Core realm by now, and I would definitely have begun to explore the swordsmanship of refining swords into silk at the third level of swordsmanship."

She said full of resentment: "If I continue like this, my swordsmanship will be reduced to the same level as yours."

"Unsightly?"

Jiang Ding snorted lightly.

"Is not it?"

Yu Qianzi laughed and said: "It is the differentiation of sword light in the first level of swordsmanship. No big sun swordsman is as embarrassed as you, relying on external objects to win, are you embarrassed?"

"The scabbard is not a foreign object."

Jiang Ding retorted, and before she could say anything, a faint golden elixir bloomed with pressure.

"It's not a foreign object..."

Yu Qianzi was about to laugh at something again when his breath suddenly suffocated, and a mountain-like pressure surged into his heart. He felt that there was endless light, endless heat, and incomparable heat around him, and neither his soul nor body could move at all.

It's like entering the era of destruction at the end of the Dharma, when all living things are extinct.

"The aerial fighter plane is indeed a scabbard."

"you're right."

Yu Qianzi said seriously.

It's true that she can surpass the level.

But to reach the greater realm of Hijianzi... she is not crazy yet, and there is absolutely no way she can escape.

"You see, the truth always becomes clearer with more arguments."

Jiang Ding said with satisfaction, the pressure of the golden elixir restrained.

"When will you form the elixir?"

he asked.

Yu Qianzi is a good opponent. She has high attainments in swordsmanship and can sharpen her swordsmanship. It seems that she can help build the basic inheritance of Xianmen Kendo Hall.

This guy seems arrogant and cold, but in fact he is very well-behaved under the threat of life and death. He should be happy to help with these little things.

If you don't help, you'll be beaten.

"After class."

Yu Qianzi said casually: "I want to get a guarantee from Senior Yuan, preferably from Senior Central Array Spirit Computer, to ensure that when I form the elixir, your hawkish monks will not interrupt my elixir formation process and provoke a war. This will make me miserable."

"should be no problem."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Since the senior officials of the Immortal Sect have agreed to the easing of relations between the Qingmu Immortal Sect in the general direction, they will not resort to these small tricks.

Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan looked at each other and could see the sourness in each other's eyes.

For such people, forming pills seems to be as easy as picking fruits on the roadside anytime and anywhere. The result is destined and there is no doubt.