People Are In The World Of Cultivating Immortals, And Their Apprentices Are Cute

"Grandpa, your right arm has almost recovered," a small blue paper man stood on Li Lou's shoulder, "but your cultivation cannot be restored."

The blue paper man continued: "It's so strange. There is obviously no sign of damage to my grandfather's cultivation, but why is it like this?"

Li Lou grinned and explained:

"The sword Bai Muchun used to kill me is not an ordinary sword.

The long black sword is called [Fengshen], and its meaning is as its name suggests.

He once killed hundreds of gods outside the territory, that is, at Jiannan Pass, and has since been named [Feng Shen]. "

The green paper man tilted his head and looked at Li Lou:

"Then what's the matter with Guan Xiu?"

Li Lou smiled and said:

"The meaning of Fengshen Fengshen lies in the word "Feng".

The characteristic of this sword is that it can seal the enemy's cultivation!

If you want to restore your cultivation level, you have to break it and then build it up. In short, it means taking another sword...

But if I were to take one more blow from Bai Muchun, I would probably fall into the Infinite Realm on the spot. "

The little green paper man asked: "Grandpa, can your cultivation level be restored?"

"Of course! Who is your grandpa? He was a false saint before! It's easy to cultivate back." Li Lou said carelessly.

He said it loudly, but he knew very well in his heart that his cultivation level, which was originally at the peak of Half-Saint, had fallen to the current early stage of Half-Saint, and his vitality was already severely damaged.

How to talk about repairing it?

Li Lou only gave a rough outline of the role of the Conferred God, but didn't actually go into much detail.

It would definitely not work to simply destroy and then establish the cultivation he had lost. If he wanted to truly get back his own cultivation, he might need to go to Bai Muchun to discuss it.

But it was a discussion, and Li Lou had no doubt that Bai Muchun would kill him again on the spot.

After all, he and he not only had new accounts at hand, but also old accounts from long ago to settle.

Li Lou sighed for no reason:

"Fortunately, a saint made a three-part agreement with Bai Muchun, stipulating that he could not leave the Xiaoyao sect except for special reasons. Otherwise, my head might be in another place now."

The green paper man looked at the troubled middle-aged man and secretly worked harder to heal his injuries.

At this time, it hated the swordsman who injured his grandfather to death.

…………

Bai Muchun was in the clouds, staring at the thunderstorm falling in the sky.

Every lightning tribulation almost stirred up long water lines in his inner lake.

The old man Han Yu on the side just stroked his white beard with a faint smile. He patted Bai Muchun on the shoulder and said:

"Boy Bai, you have too little confidence in your disciple. What's wrong? Are you afraid that she won't be able to pass?"

Bai Muchun shook his head and said: "I'm afraid that the blessings from heaven and earth caused by her will be too frightening, so that some immortals will covet her."

Han Yu smiled and said:

"Who is your senior brother Ye Ming?

He is the person who shares the reputation with you in the Immortal State of Middle-earth. Do you know [Lawless]? You must know that these four words are no less important than your reputation of [One Sword Dominate]..."

Bai Muchun answered:

"There are thousands of Taoisms in the world, but my senior brother accounts for half of them."

Han Yu said: "You brat! You're good at flattering me!"

The old man was somewhat pleased with the current man.

This sword master who lived in the past all day finally began to look forward.

"That's right," Han Yu continued to pat him on the shoulder, "Why are you thinking about those sad things? People, the most important thing is to look forward and take care of the present!"

"Um."

The last thunderstorm struck, and all the dark clouds in the sky dispersed.

Bai Muchun's body turned into the spring breeze and floated away at high speed.

The next moment, the old man saw the figure in white shirt in front of the main entrance of Dao Pavilion.

He laughed and cursed:

"Damn, it's different having a disciple, you're so active in waiting..."

Tao Pavilion.

The gorgeous green skirt on Nan Shuangxue was in tatters, and the silky skirt was torn into sections of ribbons, like bundles of noble silk.

She frowned and made a tic-tac-toe on her forehead, which showed how much of a test she was facing at this time.

After enduring the lightning tribulation of Ji Dao foundation building, she had initially passed the foundation building hurdle.

Nan Shuangxue stood up and took a few steps before she suddenly fell to her knees.

"What's going on? Hasn't the foundation building been successful?" Nan Shuangxue thought to herself.

She didn't understand what was going on at the moment. She wanted to lift her arm but it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and it was difficult to move.

Above the Dao Pavilion, the sea of ​​clouds, thunder and lightning dispersed, and within half a minute of clear skies, bursts of invisible energy were seen trembling and forming, and finally turned into pillars of light that penetrated the earth from the clouds.

Bai Muchun looked up at the scene, feeling a little worried in his heart, but it passed quickly.

Because he is her master and he has to believe in her.

No one knows what I mean, for fear that Heaven will be unkind.

Inside the Dao Pavilion.

Nan Shuangxue, who had been kneeling on the ground, straightened her back little by little, and her legs made the sound of bone cracking.

"No one can ask me to kneel down, not even God."

This is her avenue.

Don't follow the way of heaven, just follow your own way.

A blue stream of light rushed out of the clouds.

Bai Muchun immediately locked onto it, frowning as he watched the stream of light crash into the Dao Pavilion.

"Scabbard?"

Nan Shuangxue in the Dao Pavilion was not afraid of the coming light at all, and she made a fist with her right hand and hit the stream of light against the pressure.

Just hear a bang.

The chaotic tide of spiritual power drowned the two figures.

Han Yu in the clouds watched helplessly as a corner of his Dao Pavilion was missing. He immediately jumped up in anger and cursed:

"Little girl, please be gentle! Oh, it's my cabinet."

A man in green shirt slowly walked out from beside the old man. He saluted and said:

"Mr. Han, there is no need to be sad. I will help you restore the Tao Pavilion afterwards."

When Han Yu heard this, he immediately calmed down, sat down, looked at Daoge, and murmured to himself:

"Oh, oh, oh, I should have known I wouldn't agree to this, Mr. Bai."

...........

Bai Muchun waited in the Tao Pavilion for several days, waiting for the sun and the moon to change, and for the evening breeze and morning breeze to come and go.

The morning sun rises slowly in the sky, and the golden light falls, illuminating everything and dispelling the shadows.

Click.

boom.

The sun illuminated the inside little by little, illuminating the tired-looking girl.

Bai Muchun flashed into the Tao Pavilion.

The door closed with a bang at this moment.

"Hey, how come Mr. Bai has isolated our consciousness?" Han Yu stroked his beard and looked at Ye Ming beside him in confusion.

Ye Ming smiled faintly, and then waved his hand to add another layer of restrictions on the Tao Pavilion.

Bai Muchun hugged the naked girl and put a piece of clothing on her to cover up the spring sunshine.

Then he shattered the space and submerged the girl into the space together.

Bai Muchun looked at the unconscious girl in his arms and said with a bitter smile:

"It's hard to explain now..."