This is what cultivating immortals is like

The general trend has been decided, and the atmosphere at the wine table is cheerful and harmonious.

Under the humility of Huang Guan and others, Lu Bei clenched his fists and coughed a few times, emphasizing a few details again.

In terms of the raw materials of the elixir, Master Jifeng does not need to worry about it. The key is food, clothing, housing and transportation. After all, he is the reincarnation of an immortal. He may regain his memory one day, so he must not neglect it.

Everyone nodded in agreement. There was no need for Lu Bei to say more about this. They could do it even if they tried to sell iron.

The next few details are nothing more than when Lubei will post notices, when will the branch factory be built, how many geese are suitable to raise, and how high the salary of food, clothing, housing and transportation will be. Don't think of others who suddenly got involved...

After the discussion, the guests and hosts had a good time, and with the support of everyone, Lu Bei walked towards the pavilion outside the hall.

The road up the mountain of Piaoxiang Pai is built along the wall. It is true that the scenery is beautiful, but it is extremely unfriendly to people with acrophobia. I don’t know if the players assigned to this place can bear it.

Considering that the Piaoxiang Sect is all female cultivators, the female cultivators who come here to practice hard can definitely overcome it.

Rumble————

There were dense clouds in the sky, and the perfectly clear sky suddenly changed color. Rain was about to come, and the wind filled the building. The howling wind made everyone's clothes rustle.

"It's weird, this wind...isn't right!"

Yang Fuliu looked up at the sky and saw that the blue sky and white clouds in the distance were still the same, except for the black clouds rolling over Jiuzhu Mountain, and his heart suddenly thumped.

Want bad things!

The expressions of several heads changed. Among the crowd, Lu Bei and Zhao Shiran were the calmest.

A person who is used to seeing strong winds and waves feels just average. He is thinking about the underpants he just dried this morning so as not to get wet by the rain.

The other person shook his head silently. He had been hiding for many years and was restless. After waiting for this day, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little junior sister, after twenty years of separation, how can you come back and be fine?"

Lightning and thunder tore through the darkness, and a green-robed figure slowly descended, hovering a hundred meters away from the castle in the air.

The visitor only looked at his appearance and age. He was roughly a young man, with slender eyebrows and thin lips, and a slightly feminine beauty. However, his innate aura of perfection was revealed, causing several middle-aged heads in the pavilion to call him "senior".

"Senior, Jiuzhu Mountain is really blessed to have you here, but I don't know who the junior sister mentioned by senior is?" Yang Fuliu asked with cupped hands.

The leader of the Jiuzhu Mountain Alliance is Huang Guan, who is well-known as a peacemaker. If there is any conflict in the mountain, he will mediate and deal with it. But when it comes to the realm of cultivation, Yang Fuliu, who has established a foundation in his early years, is the number one person in Jiuzhu Mountain. Now that he has advanced to the Baodan realm, standing up and speaking out can also support his appearance.

The young monk didn't respond. He didn't even look at Yang Fuliu. His eyes were fixed on Zhao Shiran: "Not bad, not bad. I haven't seen you for a long time. My junior sister's cultivation has not dropped."

"I dare not compare myself with my senior brother."

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Zhao Shiran's aura changed drastically, and his realm continued to soar, leaping past foundation building and elixir holding, and finally stabilized in the innate realm.

Yang Fuliu: (˙灬˙)

He raised his hand to cover his chest, only to feel the burning pain on his face. He had always had an ambiguous attitude towards the so-called 'Number One Master in Jiuzhu Mountain', neither rejecting nor accepting him. He was secretly happy while maintaining his airs.

Looking at it now, I feel ashamed to look at it.

Amazing, he actually has this trick!

Lu Bei's eyes lit up. He had confirmed before that Zhao Shiran was a weakling who had some ideas and would move into the basement of Sanqing Peak that night.

Lu Bei was very sure that it was not that he was mistaken, but that the technique Zhao Shiran practiced was very good at gathering breath, and he had been hiding for many years without being discovered once.

People here include Bai Jin who walked around Jiuzhu Mountain one night, and Lin Yu who went door-to-door to ask questions for the assessment.

The fisherman ignored it. Lu Bei estimated that the senior sister's cultivation level was above the realm of transformation into gods, and even she didn't notice that there was anything wrong with Zhao Shiran...

want to!

Mingren didn't tell secrets, he coveted Zhao Shiran's ability to hide his cultivation realm, and thought that if he had the chance to be alone, he would definitely bleed some blood for this woman.

"Junior sister, you know my brother's temperament, so I won't go straight to the point and won't greet you."

The young man said calmly: "Today's visit is to allow my junior sister to fulfill Master's will and help me to reach a higher level of cultivation."

Zhao Shiran was silent after hearing this, holding a long sword in his hand to express his intention.

"Haha, junior sister, are you going to disobey me?"

"Master has given me the kindness to raise and teach me, and I dare not disobey his orders. However, we are from the same sect. Only one of the nine disciples in each generation can survive. Among them, there is a vicious and evil spirit and the magic of cultivating poison. Never been similar."

Zhao Shiran pleaded: "I hope that senior brother will keep the brotherhood in mind and cut off this line of evil magic, so as not to let the tragedy continue."

"Hahaha, junior sister is still so naive."

The young man laughed three times, with a smile on his lips: "From what I heard from my junior sister, I have a misunderstanding of our martial arts. That's right. After all, the master has never mentioned it to you. It's understandable that my junior sister doesn't know about it." middle."

"what for?"

"When Master taught me the martial arts, Master was the first disciple. Ten years later, Master accepted eight more female master uncles. Master accepted me as his first disciple, and ten years later, he accepted eight more junior sisters. Among them, You are the youngest."

The young man looked at Zhao Shiran indifferently, and stabbed him in the heart with coldness and ruthlessness: "Junior sister, the master has always had only one disciple. The exercises you have learned are just to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into one body, so that one day you can make up for what your brother lacks. That's it. ,Do you understand it?"

Boom! !

Among the black clouds, thunder flashed across, illuminating Zhao Shiran's face with a sad smile.

"So that's the case, no wonder... no wonder... Yin Shaoyang is double, half of the sky is missing, and there is no hope of becoming a god in this life, so it turns out that this is the reason." Zhao Shiran was devastated, and when he first heard that his master, who was both a teacher and a father, treated her like a furnace, he With grief in his heart, the sword in his hand couldn't help but drop three points.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the young man in horror: "Senior Brother, Senior Sister Liu, Senior Sister Qin... are they okay now?"

"everything is fine."

The young man's smile remained unchanged, and he spoke coldly and ruthlessly: "They have fulfilled their mission as masters, and they are smiling. I have buried their bones with my own hands. Now the only one left is you, my junior sister."

Zhao Shiran was stunned on the spot, his eyes were glassy, ​​and he was so shocked that he dropped the sword in his hand. He was as stiff as wood and stone, and only two lines of clear tears slowly fell down.

Damn it, there are eight childhood sweethearts and junior sisters, but you actually have the ability to do it, but not the ability to do it?

Lu Bei's eyes widened when he heard this. He rolled up his sleeves and planned to kill the young man who wasted resources.

It's so pitiful that he, Lu, has suffered so much since he has been cultivating immortality. He can't even deal with a gentle and charming junior sister who flirts with her, stays at the door in the middle of the night, and sneaks into the senior sister's room in the middle of the night after seeing her senior brother with her own eyes, just pretending to ignore what happened. arrive.

Why is this deer-headed, rat-eyed dog?

"That's unreasonable, Ningzhou Ding, bah, if Lu wants to interrupt, I think you deserve to die..."

Halfway through his words, Lu Bei was pulled off his sleeves by the person next to him. He turned around and saw Yang Fuliu, who was shaking his head slightly. Looking next to him, the remaining heads of Jiuzhu Mountain also lowered their heads and counted the ants.

"I can't control the grievances within the sect of Master Zhao, and I'm not qualified to point fingers." Yang Fuliu warned in a low voice. They are all sect leaders who have families and careers. Don't impulsively impair the disciples of the sect.

While speaking, Zhao Shiran made a move, raised his hand, and the long sword fell into his hand, and the murderous intent gradually boiled in his eyes.

"It's okay. We haven't seen each other for twenty years, and our feelings have faded. You and I should really get closer and closer." The young man raised his hand, and a beam of lightning exploded into the air, striking Zhao Shi away.

The long sword rises up at an angle, dancing in the cold wind and shattering the thunder.

Zhao Shiran stepped on the dancing lightning and slowly floated into the air: "Tang Hebi, there are many innocent people here. Your hands are full of blood. Don't make the same mistake again and again."

After learning that the seven senior sisters had been reduced to furnaces one after another and died tragically and were buried in lonely graves, she stopped calling her senior and directly called the young man by his real name.

"Junior sister is so affectionate and righteous to outsiders, but is so cold-eyed towards my brother. It's really too much." Tang Hebi continued to sneer, and pointed his sword towards the sky, causing a chain of lightning to fall suddenly and continuously.

The two of them were fighting at high altitudes, with their sword energy, cold wind, and violent thunder.

Every time there is a collision, a scorching white beam of light explodes in an instant, roaring and accumulating strong winds, raging winds crush the mountains, forests and seas of bamboo, pouring rain falls, and the peaceful Jiuzhu Mountain becomes a mess in an instant.

clank!

Zhao Shiran's strike from the air was easily dodged by Tang Hebi. He tried several times to get close but failed. He raised his hand to block the lightning strike, and a burning pain spread from his wrist.

I haven't used my true skills for many years, so I suddenly went all out and felt short of breath for a moment.

After a moment, she was shocked to realize that something was wrong with the situation, and she had a horrifying thought in her mind. She struck a thunderbolt and said in disbelief: "Tang Hebi, you... are not in the innate realm?"

"I have good eyesight. I wanted to make you smile because of my brother, but I didn't dare to show my true feelings, but you still saw through it."

Tang Hebi raised one arm, the momentum around him surged, a faint coercion rose, and he towered in the sky like a big sun. The thunder in the sky was so shocking that it could not break out, and the continuous rain curtain hung in the mid-air. Drops of accumulated water curtained the Milky Way, and it was still unable to fall.

"Junior sister, my brother has already reached the state of becoming a god. If you don't put down the scrap metal in your hands now, then when will you wait!!"

The rolling sound waves were accompanied by thunder and rumbles, spreading throughout Jiuzhu Mountain, instantly quenching Zhao Shiran's thoughts of resisting and struggling.

…

On the Sanqing Peak, the little foxes held apples and asked She Zhang, what is the transformation of gods, and is there any master who is powerful?

"It's just an ordinary thing, but your boss can knock it away with just one punch."

In the outer courtyard, a group of players looked up at the sky, standing on the trees during the thunderstorm. One of them took out the telescope, a whiteboard magic weapon made during alchemy.

"How's it going? What's going on up there?"

"I'm just pretending. Do you really think that there is a ghost just because you can see it?"

"If you don't understand, just ask, what is the level of the God Transformation Realm?"

"At least level 80."

"Here I go, there is a level 80 wild BOSS in Novice Village, where the average NPC per capita is less than 20. It's great. My significant first death is finally coming today."

"No way, buddy, your first time is still there, you're quite tolerable!"

"Well, I have been taking care of it carefully and wanted to leave it to a BOSS worthy of entrustment. This is only level 80, which is enough to take my first time."

"It's great. Last time, my curiosity got the better of me and I gave myself a knife and it was gone."

"That's not bad. The first time it was destroyed by your own hands, it's also worth remembering."