Cultivation of Immortality

"Xian..." Jifa wanted to call him, but he stopped after the word "Xian" came out. Judging from Lang Xing's last posture, calling them uncle was just to take care of their face, so this "Xiannephew" He felt that he couldn't shout anymore. They were strange people who could kill Huayu monks at will. They had no friendship with them. How could He De regard himself as an elder anymore?

Ji Dao put away the isolation circle, took two steps forward in the air, and said to Lang Xing's back, "Then we won't send him away. Come and sit here when you have free time."

"Okay, uncles, please stay." Lang Xing turned around, cupped his hands, and then went straight away.

Quanzhen looked at his master and his uncle and asked with his eyes if he needed to be given a lift.

Ji Dao shook his head slightly, and said to several major disciples with his spiritual thoughts, "I'll tell you again, don't mess with him. Anyone who disobeys the order will be responsible for the consequences. It has nothing to do with Wuji Sect."

Quanzhen and others all nodded solemnly. In other words, what Jidao Immortal Lord said is that Wuji Sect cannot afford to offend this boy. How capable is this boy? Even the Little Demon Lord didn't get this kind of treatment at Wuji Sect.

After Langxing met with the second senior sister, he recounted the contents of his conversation with Jidao Jīfa verbatim.

"So you went to scare them." Zhixia looked at him speechlessly and said.

Lang Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I just went to scare them. I'm too lazy to fight with them. I want to learn from the Sixth Brother in my attitude towards these people, so that they are so scared that they dare not provoke or approach them." , Juesheng Immortal Lord, let's do this in advance. If they are sensible, they will let Juesheng go, otherwise I will have many ways to cause trouble for them. "

"Be careful, be careful of them jumping over the wall in a hurry." Zhixia said worriedly.

"Then they are looking for death!" Lang Xing said harshly, and then muttered, "Go back and ask Senior Sister to refine a few more escape treasures for me. The best ones are of the same level as Taijing. What materials are I lacking? Go get ready."

"Well, don't walk alone in Puyunzhou recently." At this point, Zhixia didn't want to blame him anymore, and there was nothing he could do to blame him. The younger junior brother already had a combat power that surpassed that of the Huayu monk. A dragon can't be expected to hide in a puddle forever. It's only a matter of time before it jumps out and fights the storm.

In the sky above Zixiao Palace, Langxing got out of the Qiankun Bag again and faced the helpless Sixth Brother with a smile.

"Wake me up from the retreat. The trouble you've caused this time had better be big enough." Xinxie tried his best to keep his tone calm. He felt very uncomfortable at the moment. No one had dared to disturb his retreat since he entered the cultivation path. The first time he was disturbed was when he was in the Feathering Stage. The retreat in the Feathering Stage was so rare, but the anger in his stomach had nowhere to vent, because it was his junior brother and second senior sister who made Yan Bing wake him up. It was so uncomfortable. Feeling bad.

"Big enough! Big enough!" Lang Xing nodded repeatedly with a smile.

Zhixia winked at Langxing and signaled him to quickly take out the Blood Spirit Sword and show it to Xinxie as agreed before. Then she smiled and said to Xinxie with her spiritual thoughts, "I advise you to continue to hold back your anger and don't show off your face." , he has found the Lingxin Clan, and the whereabouts of Wuxia who went with him are unknown. He asked you to rescue people, and Yuchan may have fallen into the hands of the Lingxin Clan. "

Xinxie immediately felt relieved. Before he could show his surprised expression, a bloody light appeared in front of his eyes. The threat that was so close in front of him made him retreat quickly in shock.

Langxing urged the Blood Spirit Sword to catch up and showed off, "Is it powerful enough? I got it newly. Second Senior Sister interceded for you and said that this treasure may be suitable for you. Give it a try. If you have the ability to tame it, then give you

. "

"Blood Spirit Sword?!" Xinxie looked surprised.

Langxing handed the Blood Spirit Sword to his hand, "Yes, I came across the corpse of Fairy Hentian when I was wandering in the Haishan Region. This treasure was dug out of her Qiankun Bag, so there is no need to worry about Chi Bian sending her. If you ask us for help, what we pick up should be ours."

"It's your grandma's." Xinxie glanced at Langxing, and then couldn't wait to check out this treasure of the Red Pill Sect. This scolding was entirely because he was so jealous that he couldn't control it. It was the Blood Spirit Sword and the Spiritual Heart. The clan is keeping him busy, this brat's luck is so unlucky.

"Hehe." Lang Xing laughed dryly, then felt something was wrong, so he muttered and cursed in a low voice, "It's your grandma's."

Zhixia held back her laughter and pulled Lang Xing's sleeves. These two junior brothers really made her feel proud and jealous. In any case, having two such junior brothers was a blessing. "

Langxing became impatient after waiting for a while, and said to the Sixth Senior Brother, "Second Senior Sister, have you told you about the Lingxin Clan? Let's go on our way first, or I will put you in the Qiankun Bag, and you can go inside slowly." look."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Spirit Sword in Xin Xie's hand flashed with a violent light. Needless to say, Xin Xie must have pissed off the weapon spirit.

Lang Xing hurriedly used his spiritual power to drink up the weapon spirit, then looked at Xinxie with a little disdain and said, "If you don't have the ability to tame it, forget it. Don't tell me that I'm reluctant to give it to you. I'll tell you a way. It's very easy in the normal way." It's difficult to smelt this weapon spirit. Anyway, I relied on intimidation and coercion to make him surrender. You can't compare to my spiritual power, so you can try the most tyrannical method you can. If it doesn't work, use enlightenment. Now that I understand, I can only say that you have no fate with it.”

Xinxie narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Wait for me for a while." Then he shot straight into the sky.

"Catch up! I'm afraid he won't be able to do it!" Lang Xing said anxiously to the second senior sister, the sixth senior brother is too fierce, if he had known, he would not have mentioned this method of taming the weapon spirit to him. If the sixth senior brother was injured, it would be a disaster. It's a loss for a general.

Zhixia chased after Lang Xing without saying a word. She had already seen the Blood Spirit Sword carefully and knew how powerful it was.

When the two of them rushed up to 70,000 to 80,000 feet, a sheet of blood light had already erupted in the far-reaching sky. Then the second and third pieces of blood light flashed one after another. Each one was bigger than the other, and the last one had already covered the sky. The momentum of the day.

Langxing's heart was in his throat. He couldn't even activate the power of the Blood Spirit Sword. It seemed that the weapon spirit was going to fight to the death. The sixth brother might be in trouble. The distance was too far. His The magical power of the mind cannot help. Zhixia slowed down at this moment.

"Hurry! Hurry!" Lang Xing was so anxious that veins popped up on his forehead.

"It's too late." Zhixia stared at the blood-stained sky with a stern expression, wary of the Blood Spirit Sword that would suddenly kill him.

The bloody light flashed again, this time it slowly expanded.

Zhixia was a little excited and told the scene she saw to Lang Xing, whose face had turned pale. Under the bloody black light that surged like a tide, there was a faint blue light. In the light group, there was a man in white clothes standing upright like snow. The little devil's face was slightly ferocious, and the blood spirit sword was shining with dark green light directly above his head.

"He tamed the weapon spirit...?" Lang Xing stared at the bloody black light that was still surging around with his eyes wide open.

"He is obviously more suitable to be the master of this sword than you." Zhixia breathed out softly, and then told Langxing, "Don't forget to ask him for the Rusty Spirit Sword." "Xian..." Ji Fa wanted to call him, but he stopped after the word "Xian" came out. Judging from Lang Xing's last posture, calling them "Master Uncle" was just to take care of their face, so he felt that he couldn't call them "Xian Nephew". , they are strange people who can kill the Feathered Monk at will. They have no friendship with them. How can He De regard himself as an elder?

Ji Dao put away the isolation circle, took two steps forward in the air, and said to Lang Xing's back, "Then we won't send him away. Come and sit here when you have free time."

"Okay, uncles, please stay." Lang Xing turned around, cupped his hands, and then went straight away.

Quanzhen looked at his master and his uncle and asked with his eyes if he needed to be given a lift.

Jidao shook his head slightly, and said to several major disciples with his spiritual thoughts, "I'm telling you again, don't mess with him. Anyone who disobeys the order will be responsible for the consequences, and it has nothing to do with Wuji Sect."

Quanzhen and others all nodded solemnly. In other words, what Jidao Immortal Lord said is that Wuji Sect cannot afford to offend this boy. How capable is this boy? Even the Little Demon Lord didn't get this treatment at Wuji Sect.

After Langxing met with the second senior sister, he recounted the contents of his conversation with Jidao Jīfa verbatim.

"So you went to scare them." Zhixia looked at him speechlessly and said.

Lang Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I just went to scare them. I'm too lazy to fight with them. I want to learn from the Sixth Brother in my attitude towards these people, so that they are so scared that they dare not provoke or approach them." , Juesheng Immortal Lord, let's do this in advance. If they are sensible, they will let Juesheng go, otherwise I will have many ways to cause trouble for them. "

"Be careful, be careful of them jumping over the wall in a hurry." Zhixia said worriedly.

"Then they are looking for death!" Lang Xing said harshly, and then muttered, "Go back and ask Senior Sister to refine a few more escape treasures for me. The best ones are of the same level as Taijing. What materials are I lacking? Go get ready."

"Well, don't walk alone in Puyunzhou recently." At this point, Zhixia didn't want to blame him anymore, and there was nothing he could do to blame him. The younger junior brother already had a combat power that surpassed that of the Huayu monk. A dragon cannot be expected to hide in a puddle forever. It is only a matter of time before it jumps out and fights the storm.

In the sky above Zixiao Palace, Langxing got out of the Qiankun Bag again and faced the helpless Sixth Brother with a smile.

"Wake me up from the retreat. The trouble you've caused this time had better be big enough." Xinxie tried his best to keep his tone calm. He felt very uncomfortable at the moment. No one had dared to disturb his retreat since he entered the cultivation path. The first time he was disturbed was when he was in the Feathering Stage. The retreat in the Feathering Stage was so rare, but the anger in his stomach had nowhere to vent, because it was his junior brother and second senior sister who made Yan Bing wake him up. It was so uncomfortable. Feeling bad.

"Big enough! Big enough!" Lang Xing nodded repeatedly with a smile.

Zhixia winked at Langxing and signaled him to quickly take out the Blood Spirit Sword and show it to Xinxie as agreed before. Then she smiled and said to Xinxie with her spiritual thoughts, "I advise you to continue to hold back your anger and don't show off your face." , he has found the Lingxin Clan, and the whereabouts of Wuxia who went with him are unknown. He asked you to rescue people, and Yuchan may have fallen into the hands of the Lingxin Clan. "

Xinxie immediately felt relieved. Before he could show his surprised expression, a bloody light appeared in front of his eyes. The threat that was so close in front of him made him retreat quickly in shock.

Langxing urged the Blood Spirit Sword to catch up and show off, "Is it powerful enough? I got it newly. Second Senior Sister interceded for you and said that this treasure may be suitable for you. Give it a try. If you have the ability to tame it, then give you

. "

"Blood Spirit Sword?!" Xinxie looked surprised.

Langxing handed the Blood Spirit Sword to his hand, "Yes, I came across the corpse of Fairy Hentian when I was wandering in the Haishan Region. This treasure was dug out of her Qiankun Bag, so there is no need to worry about Chi Bian sending her. If you ask us for help, what we pick up should be ours."

"It's your grandma's." Xinxie glanced at Langxing, and then couldn't wait to check out this treasure of the Red Pill Sect. This scolding was entirely because he was so jealous that he couldn't control it. It was the Blood Spirit Sword and the Spiritual Heart. The clan is keeping him busy, this brat's luck is so unlucky.

"Hehe." Lang Xing laughed dryly, then felt something was wrong, so he muttered and cursed in a low voice, "It's your grandma's."

Zhixia held back her laughter and pulled Lang Xing's sleeves. These two junior brothers really made her feel proud and jealous. In any case, having two such junior brothers was a blessing. "

Langxing became impatient after waiting for a while, and said to the Sixth Senior Brother, "Second Senior Sister, have you told you about the Lingxin Clan? Let's go on our way first, or I will put you in the Qiankun Bag, and you can go inside slowly." look."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Spirit Sword in Xin Xie's hand flashed with a violent light. Needless to say, Xin Xie must have pissed off the weapon spirit.

Lang Xing hurriedly used his spiritual power to drink up the weapon spirit, then looked at Xinxie with a little disdain and said, "If you don't have the ability to tame it, forget it. Don't tell me that I'm reluctant to give it to you. I'll tell you a way. It's very easy in the normal way." It's difficult to smelt this weapon spirit. Anyway, I relied on intimidation and coercion to make him surrender. You can't compare to my spiritual power, so you can try the most tyrannical method you can. If it doesn't work, use enlightenment. Now that I understand, I can only say that you have no fate with it.”

Xinxie narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Wait for me for a while." Then he shot straight into the sky.

"Catch up! I'm afraid he won't be able to do it!" Lang Xing said anxiously to the second senior sister, the sixth senior brother is too fierce, if he had known, he would not have mentioned this method of taming the weapon spirit to him. If the sixth senior brother was injured, it would be a disaster. It's a loss for a general.

Zhixia chased after Lang Xing without saying a word. She had already seen the Blood Spirit Sword carefully and knew how powerful it was.

When the two of them rushed up to 70,000 to 80,000 feet, a sheet of blood light had already erupted in the far-reaching sky. Then the second and third pieces of blood light flashed one after another. Each one was bigger than the other, and the last one had already covered the sky. The momentum of the day.

Langxing's heart was in his throat. He couldn't even activate the power of the Blood Spirit Sword. It seemed that the weapon spirit was going to fight to the death. The sixth brother might be in trouble. The distance was too far. His The magical power of the mind cannot help. Zhixia slowed down at this moment.

"Hurry! Hurry!" Lang Xing was so anxious that veins popped up on his forehead.

"It's too late." Zhixia stared at the blood-stained sky with a stern look on her face, wary of the Blood Spirit Sword coming over suddenly.

The bloody light flashed again, this time it slowly expanded.

Zhixia was a little excited and told the scene she saw to Lang Xing, whose face had turned pale. Under the bloody black light that surged like a tide, there was a faint blue light. In the light group, there was a man in white clothes standing upright like snow. The little devil's face was slightly ferocious, and the blood spirit sword was shining with dark green light directly above his head.

"He tamed the weapon spirit...?" Lang Xing stared at the bloody black light that was still surging around with his eyes wide open.

"He is obviously more suitable to be the master of this sword than you." Zhixia breathed out softly, and then warned Lang Xing, "Don't forget to ask him for the Rusty Spirit Sword."