My Disciples Are All Villains

"Oh." Conch seemed to understand.

For the past three months, she has practiced the breathing and vomiting method given by her master, condensing her vitality and developing the Dantian Qihai.

These basic practices are finally boring. Every day, seeing all kinds of seals condensed by brothers and sisters, how can conch not envy?

"Start with the small one, the finger-sized sword gang, follow me to do it. Hold your breath, guide the vitality, follow the eight channels of the singular meridian, and leave the finger into the gang."

The Communist Party of Hong Kong guided in earnest, and at the same time, a sword gang appeared in his palm.

Is just as big as a finger, floating quietly.

"Eight Senior Brothers are amazing." Conch applauded.

Zhu Hong shared his pride and said, "It's all a little mean ... The stronger the control, the more pure Jian Gang will be, the larger the volume, the more the number ... Be patient, as long as you are willing to spend time, not a problem."

"Is that right?"

Hum.

Conch's white palm, with a finger-sized Jian Gang suspended on the palm, seems to be more crystal clear.

"Amount ......"

Zhu Hong froze for a moment.

Was a little unbelievable. He quickly rubbed his eyes and looked at it again. It was indeed a bright Jiangang, and on the Jiangang, there was a faint red glow.

"Eight Senior Brothers?" Conch said softly.

"Oh oh ... Yes, you can do this later."

Zhu Hong settled down and quickly raised his palm.

A slap with a big sword, suspended in the palm.

Such a large sword, should it be possible to establish the prestige of his brother?

"Is that so?"

Hum.

The conch spread its palms again, and a large slap gang appeared.

Communist Zhu Hong: "?????"

Is so strong?

This……

Who do you want to judge?

No, she had to suppress her sharpness.

Looking at Conch ’s innocent expression, Zhu Hong decided that if he had some higher difficulty, Brother had to have Brother ’s card.

"Ning Gang is just a preliminary stage. You can condense the slap-shaped sword gang, which is an entry ... In fact, Jian Gang is not what I am good at, and Brother II is better at it. He can coagulate hundreds of sword gangs in a flash .Jian Shengluo XIII, can condense thirteen tangled swords. "

"Six Brothers, how about you?" Conch looked at Zhu Hongtong expectantly, and added, "I want to see."

"......"

Cough, cough ...

Zhu Hong cleared his throat, settled his mind, and said, "I am better at boxing with your eight brothers."

The voice fell.

Zhu Honggong lifted it up, and the full set of tears hanging around his waist fell on his hand.

Punched with a punch.

A fist-shaped fist flew out.

boom!

Hit a tree nearby.

The tree was smashed into a fist hole by Zhu Hong's fist.

"Want to learn?" Zhu Honggong looked at the conch and was really happy.

Conch was still interested, but when he saw his huge fists, there was no beauty at all, so he shook his head and said: "No."

"So what are you going to learn? I will teach you." Zhu Honggong said.

"Jian Gang."

Zhu Hong showed a speechless voice and said, "Jian Gang is also good. Although he is not good at it, it is more than enough to teach you."

He put away his gloves.

Held his breath, and suddenly there were three swords on his palm.

Jiangang is not big, but for the master of Yuanshen, it is not difficult.

The conch spread its palms and said, "Is this the case?"

Three more swords appeared on her palm.

"......"

Zhu Hong's eyes widened.

Felt chest tight.

General practitioners, from general knowledge to condensed knowledge, within a few years of training, it is almost impossible to condense a decent sword, at least two or three years of training. She's fine, it will be three months?

Looked at the three swords.

Don't panic, hold on!

Zhu Hong screamed: "Open"

This time, he went all out.

Within a few meters of the surrounding area, there are slaps and big swords, suspended downwards.

Is numerous, neat and bright.

"Little sister, how?"

This level of condensate can't be done by Conch, but she seems to like such a gorgeous scene, so she applauds: "Brother Eight, come again, a little more, a little more."

"......"

What's more?

Is not good at this, it is good to maintain it.

Zhu Hong held the palm of his hand, and the swords drifted away.

"This kind of mess, the bells and whistles, Master is better at it, I can't."

……

In the secret room, the whispers from the ears were intermittent and not very clear.

But this sentence actually fell into Luzhou's ears.

Instinctive consciousness, Luzhou lightly reprimanded: "Nonsense, please fight!"

A faint blue brilliance, wrapped around the sound waves, rolled towards the outside of the chamber.

Came out of the hall instantly.

Listened to Zhu Hong in total, like a thunder, his heart shivered.

Poof!

Zhu Hong fell to his knees and said, "Tu'er knows his mistake! Tu'er applauds himself!"

Unambiguously, he tapped twice on his cheek.

[Punish Zhu Hong, get 200 merit points. 】

Conch was also surprised to see the direction of the secret room, bowing his body: "Master."

The direction of the secret room, there is no response, everything is still as before.

Zhu Hong raised his head and looked around for a few times, but his heart was sullied. Master was supernatural, and he could hear it everywhere. Let ’s stay away from it in the future.

He climbed up and made a wink towards the conch: "Brother takes you to Houshan."

"Houshan?"

"Houshan is quiet and suitable for practice ... You only condensed three slaps with big palms, which is not enough. Brother taught you how to condense the fourth way."

"Four Dao?"

The conch scratched his head and spread his palms again.

Hum.

While the vitality surged, swords and swords appeared on the palm.

No more, no less, just four ...

"......"

Zhu Hong's face stiffened, and he no longer knew what to say.

It was not until the conch's palm was held that the sword gang had dissipated.

Conch said: "Brother Eight, I want to learn, how can you get as many Jiangang as you just did?"

"......"

Zhu Hong showed an embarrassed look and turned away.

"Eight Senior Brothers? How can I condense a bigger sword?"

"Next time, next time ..."

"Brother Eight, I want to learn ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Brother Eight, don't run! How can you condense the sword-like swords that Brother Four said?"

The Zhu Hong Communist Party accelerated their pace.

Conch caught up.

Just disappeared.

Mingshi emerged from the nearby branch, stared at the two dark circles, patted his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally no longer need to teach this little ancestor ..."

Since these three months, the brothers and sisters have been taking turns to teach Conch.

At the beginning, everyone was very good at being a teacher, but as time went on, they found that Conch is not only terrible, sensitive and easy to learn, but also has a lot of energy to study. No matter what the problem is, I like to break the casserole and ask what I have n’t learned.

One or two visits, Duanmusheng or Zhaoyue, all suffering from torture did not want to live.

Mingshi couldn't escape the strength of the conch because of such human abilities.

He stretched out, yawned, and said to himself: "Go to bed."

Just finished saying this.

Conch's voice rang in his ears: "Six Brothers, please continue to teach me ... I will learn a lot of Jian Gang."

Poof!

Because of the tightness in the mind, the secret world uttered, and it was over, and fell from the tree.

It was just then—

A female disciple stepped up from the mountain.

I saw Ming Shiyin and Conch in front of the main hall, and said in a low way: "I have seen Mr. Four, I have met Mr. Ten."

Mingshi clapped the ground with one palm, turned his body upside down seven or eight twenty degrees, stood up, and said indifferently: "What's so panic?"

"Someone asks to see under the mountain."

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