My guardian spirit is Hongjun Patriarch

This is not the first time Bai Fengchen and the old Taoist have dealt with each other, but usually the two sects are far apart, the old Taoist is generally happy and carefree, and rarely participates in the affairs of the ghost cave, and there is almost no such thing as taking disciples there happened before.

Therefore, Bai Fengchen and the old Taoist only greet each other a few times, and they are not very familiar with each other.

How did he know that the old Taoist was such a master at playing sloppy eyes, and even for a while he confused Bai Fengchen to the point where he didn't know what to say.

The old man became more tolerant, the whole scene was full of aura at first, but now the old man caught up with him, motioned the little deaf man to fill up the empty water glass for Bai Fengchen, and said with a smile: "I I heard that Brother Bai retreated to the Burning Blood Eighth Level, and now he is out, does the veteran want to congratulate Brother Bai for advancing to the Burning Blood Eighth Level?"

Bai Fengchen shook his head, with annoyed expression on his face, not like pretending: "To tell you the truth, brother Sun, this time I failed in retreating and attacking the eighth level of Burning Blood, but luckily my realm didn't drop down, maybe it's because my foundation is relatively weak when I practice normally. If you are strong, you are lucky, otherwise, within a hundred miles, you will be called the Supreme Brother Sun."

The old Taoist waved his hand: "Forget it, even if you fail in retreat and attack to death, I can't stand others calling me Supreme."

Bai Fengchen suffered from being dumb again, and he knew in his heart that he probably won't be able to win against this old man today in a verbal battle, and he has not succeeded in breaking through, and the old man has just broken through the seventh level of burning blood, and is on the same level as himself. The fire sword that I am used to using on weekdays is not in my hand.

Bai Fengchen really wasn't [-]% sure of defeating the old Taoist, so he had to get up and leave. He reckoned that if he sat down for a while, he would suffer a lot.

This old-fashioned mouth can really turn black into white!
After saying goodbye, Bai Fengchen glanced past the old man, looked into Jiang Hao's eyes, and said, "Little brother, have you really never seen the fierce fire sword, which is the treasure of the old man's clan?"

Jiang Hao was in a daze for a while, and said: "No, senior, I have never seen the Raging Fire Sword, but if there is any news about the Raging Fire Sword, I will report it to the master immediately and let the master tell you as soon as possible. It is convenient to quickly recover the sword."

Bai Fengchen seemed to believe what Jiang Hao said, nodded, and sighed: "On weekdays, if the sword is within 20 meters of the old man, I don't even feel it in this corner of the Taoist temple. I think the Raging Fire Sword is real. It’s not here, the old man is abrupt today, if there is any disturbance, I hope my brother Sun Haihan.”

The old Taoist stood up to see off the guests, put the cup into the little deaf man's hand, and said, "Oh, where is this, Brother Bai? I think Brother Bai has not survived the shock this time. It is estimated that he will be promoted to the eighth level of Burning Blood in ten or eight years. Well, when the time comes, we will have to rely on Brother Bai to support the brothers."

Bai Fengchen's beard is about to stand up, fart, of course he can be promoted to the eighth level of Burning Blood after ten or eight years, even if the passage of time alone, I'm afraid he will be promoted, every word this old man said is sarcasm I felt really uncomfortable, no wonder I heard that the elder of the ghost sect was seriously ill after being told by this old man.

At first, Bai Fengchen didn't quite believe it, how could someone let a not weak Burning Blood cultivator go back and suffer internal injuries?

Now that he has seen it with his own eyes, he is no longer allowed to disbelieve it. This old man really has a few tricks. If he stays for a few more minutes, he will be angry and hurt himself. If such a joke is made at that time, it will strengthen his Xiaoyaomen's reputation. Broken the prestige of his Raging Fire Sect?
Thinking of this, Bai Fengchen left the spot like a gust of wind, didn't even say a word of farewell, just took a few steps away from the mountain where Xiaoyaomen is located, more than a hundred steps flashed under his feet, the speed was faster than The old Taoist mentioned that he was going to be a little faster, it seems that his strength is indeed not bad.

The old man let out a sigh of relief, and sat down on the futon again, squinting his eyes and dozing off.

Jiang Hao asked: "Master, you are not curious, is the Raging Fire Sword really with me?"

The old Taoist gave him an angry look, and said: "With your bandit-like temperament, I guess that disciples below the burning blood level of the Raging Fire Sect will not be able to please you if they meet you, let alone bump into you with a treasure. Isn't it the same as giving a baby? It is estimated that this sword is in your hands, but how did you deceive Bai Fengchen's eyes?"

Jiang Hao talked about the sword refining pool in detail, and the old man had light in his eyes: "There is such a strange place, and the ghost cave is really magical. I also entered the ghost cave when I was young, but there is no protection from the sect. It is difficult to move an inch, so there is no gain, let alone you have such an adventure, you actually refined the Raging Fire Sword on the spot."

"Hahaha, it's really refreshing to think about it. Tangtang Burning Blood Seventh Level, the lord of the Raging Fire Sect, unexpectedly ended up with such a sword. It is estimated that his strength will plummet in the future. He founded the Raging Fire Sect back then because of a coincidence. You took the Raging Fire Sword, who knew that the Raging Fire Sword was lost in your hands, he probably regretted giving the sword to that disciple, if it were me, I would definitely punish that disciple severely when I go back!"

The old Taoist said it very vigorously, and he didn't show mercy at all.

Hearing what he said, Jiang Hao saw the face of the Raging Fire Sect girl before his eyes. Could it be that she would be punished because of him? If so, he felt a little guilty...

"Stop standing there stupidly, go practice! Do you really think it will take Bai Fengchen ten or eight years to break through to the eighth level of burning blood? Wait for him to break through, are you waiting to be beaten by him together with me? Hurry up and surpass him !” The old man was full of enthusiasm.

"Okay!" Jiang Hao called Kui Niu back, gave it a spiritual herb, sat on the futon, and started to break through again!
The story is divided into two parts, here Jiang Hao absorbs the elixir and strives to break through to the next level, while Bai Fengchen who returns is not as energetic as Jiang Hao and Kui Niu.

At first, he really suspected that Jiang Hao had stolen his Raging Fire Sword, but he knew that Raging Fire Sword was a weapon that could not be put into the storage ring. I echoed it, after all, I have used this sword for nearly a hundred years, so it is not an exaggeration to say that I have a tacit understanding.

But this time, Bai Fengchen realized that he might really have lost the Raging Fire Sword. He was afraid of being laughed at if he said it. It was a big loss, and the weapon I didn't have at hand probably wouldn't gain much of an advantage in future battles at the same level.

The more Bai Fengchen thought about it, the more angry he became, his beard was about to stand up, the two sects were originally separated by hundreds of miles, but with all his strength, he returned to the foot of Lie Huo Zong Mountain in less than an hour.

The Raging Fire Sect is not like the Xiaoyao Sect. It is also a sect built on a mountain. The whole body of the mountain is black, like rocks scalded by magma. There are disciples with swords standing guard from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. The doors are in stark contrast.