I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

"Nan'er, it looks like you're tired, then I won't be serious. Slow down."

Ye Qingxue not only didn't act real, but her actions were much gentler, revealing many flaws.

bang bang bang! ! !
The sword glowed and sparks flew.

Feed is still going on.

Another hour later.

Ye Nan dodged the sword attacking in front of him, sheathed his sword, and said, "Stop and rest, that's all for today."

"Okay, it's noon too, take a good rest and don't get tired."

Long Yunshan said with concern.

"Brother Ye has worked hard, come and eat watermelon."

Shangguan Wan'er took out another cold watermelon from the storage bag, cut it into several portions, and distributed them one by one.

After receiving the watermelon handed over by Shangguan Wan'er, Ye Nan felt elated.

It's better to be Wan'er.

Not only gentle and considerate.

And he is considerate, giving charcoal in the snow, oh no, giving melons in the heat.

"Miss Shangguan," Long Yunxuan took a bite of the watermelon, "I seem to understand that you are relying on meticulous care and care."

"That's why I tied Nan'er firmly to my side, am I right?"

Shangguan Wan'er nodded slightly.

If you really want to say it, it seems to be true.

"Elder Sister, did you see that?" Long Yunshan suddenly looked at Ye Qingxue, "If you can change your temper, maybe you can capture Nan'er's heart."

Ye Qingxue snorted coldly, but said nothing.

Ye Nan hurriedly smoothed things over, saying: "Don't say a word, in fact, there is nothing wrong with Master Qingxue's temperament. If the four of you are all the same, how can you do it?"

Long Yunshan was about to speak.

At this time, from the side of the main peak, there was a sound of explosion that broke through the barrier.

follow closely.

An excited voice raged across the sky.

"Hahaha! After this retreat, I, Sikong Jianmo, have finally stepped into the Fourth Heaven of Martial King Realm!"

The voice fell.

Some rustling discussions sounded.

"Young Master Sikong is very talented, far beyond ordinary people, too strong..."

"That's right, in just ten days of retreat, he has reached the fourth level of Martial King in one fell swoop, which is higher than some elders' cultivation!"

"It's amazing, it's amazing. The four beautiful peak masters are no more than Wuwang Wuzhong. If Mr. Sikong works harder, I'm afraid they will even catch up with them!"

"Keep your voice down, his talent should be regarded as a core disciple by the Holy Master, and he should focus on training?"

"Well, it's very possible."

Ye Nan looked from a distance.

I see.

Sikong Jianmo stood tall in the void, his body rolling with the terrifying aura of pouring down the canyon into the sea.

Martial King Realm Fourth Heavenly Layer.

The real Martial King Realm Fourth Heavenly Layer.

"Nan'er, I remember he came with you, right?"

Ye Qingyao spoke suddenly.

"I remember that at that time, his talent could only be regarded as okay, why..."

Having said that, she stopped abruptly.

She was afraid of hitting Ye Nan.

Ye Nan understood what she meant, nodded and said: "Yes, now he is the fourth level of Wuwang, and I am only the second level of Condensation Yuan, hahaha, I'm really rotten."

Ye Qingyao patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, it's nothing special to have a high cultivation base."

Long Yunxuan comforted: "Why don't you just be a vase honestly, and the five of us will protect you from now on."

This is the sentence again.

Ye Nan was almost tired of hearing it.

I am a dignified full-level powerhouse, do I need your protection?
"Forget it," he shook his head, "I'd better improve my strength quickly."

"If there is any secret method in the Holy Land that is not to be passed on to the outside world, it is a secret book, a mystery, a secret."

"Bring it all to me, I must improve."

When he said this, he deliberately emphasized the word "secret".

Long Yunshan sighed, "Nan'er, I understand how you feel, but promotion is not a matter of a day or two."

Speaking of which.

She changed the subject.

"However, it's rare that you have such a heart."

"Then I'll ask my senior brother if I have time to see if he can give you some of the finale techniques in the holy land, or the secrets of invincibility."

Upon hearing this.

Ye Nan's heart was touched.

It's better to be Master Yunshan, who is not strict with his mouth, and he will come out as soon as he tries it.

call out! ——

above the main peak.

Yunfu turned into a stream of light and fled into the void.

He glanced at Sikong Jianmo, his eyes were full of relief.

"Oh? Martial King [-]th level, not bad, really not bad."

Sikong Jianmo cupped his fists and said respectfully, "It's all cultivated by you, Holy Master. Otherwise, I'd still be an ant."

Yun Fusheng's face was full of red, and he said with a smile: "Yes, he is very talented and calm, he is a good seedling."

"Where is it?" Sikong Jianmo hurriedly said humbly, "Holy Master, you are too praised."

"Haha, you don't have to be so self-effacing," Yun Fusheng changed the subject, "Your cultivation level, if placed on the four continents, is already the top among the top."

"But in the Holy Land Group of the East China Sea, you can only be regarded as a newcomer. There are many people who are better than you. I think you should understand this."

beat.

For this kind of disciple who showed talent.

Yun Fusheng understood.

Blind praise will only bring pressure to him, and he needs to beat him a lot.

Iron cannot be made into steel without being wrought, and people cannot be made into weapons without beating it.

"Holy Master, I understand, please rest assured."

Sikong Jianmo accepted it humbly.

"Just understand." Yun Fusheng nodded in relief.

Speaking of which.

He suddenly remembered something, and said again: "By the way, people will come to Dayan Holy Land tomorrow."

"If there is a fight at that time, fight if you can beat it, and run if you can't beat it. You have to be flexible, understand?"

Dayan Holy Land?

The corner of Sikong Jianmo's mouth trembled violently, he took a breath, and said in fear: "Xuanyuan Sheng is mainly calling?"

"No, no, don't be fooled by them." Yun Fusheng shook his head, "This is big, not too big, you have to distinguish it clearly."

After some explanations, Sikong Jianmo understood.

It turns out that this is the Dayan Holy Land, not the Taiyan Holy Land.

After understanding.

His face suddenly became extremely ugly, as if he had eaten a dead fly.

This kind of unpopular stuff.

It was disgusting enough to make myself tremble with fright.

"I know the Holy Master, and I will be flexible when the time comes."

Yun Fusheng looked at this disciple with satisfaction, nodded, and turned into a stream of light and left.

Wait until he's gone.

Only then did Sikong Jianmo snort coldly, and sighed in a low voice: "What do you mean by fighting if you can beat it? Run if you can't beat it?"

"Even if I can beat it, I don't bother to spend that effort."

"As for not being able to beat it? I've already run away, so why don't I stay here to die?"

"in addition."

"To put it bluntly, the life and death of your Holy Land has nothing to do with me."

"Now I am the fourth level of Martial King."

"After studying for a while, I will go back and make contributions. Who will stay here to talk to you?"

Immediately.

He descended into the clouds and hid in a hidden training room, preparing to wait and see the situation tomorrow.

If something isn't right, turn around and run.

No matter what happens in this holy place.

Even if the sky is falling, it has nothing to do with me.