Fairyland Cave Producer

Bai Mei used it to his heart's content in the mountains, and he didn't see him mobilizing the breath in his body, but the movement caused by punching alone was like thunderbolts, exploding in the mountains.Even with his seriously injured body, he smashed the opposite hill to pieces with one punch, and suppressed Chu Nan on the spot.

Chu Nan memorized each of Baimei's moves in his mind, and each punch seemed simple, with a profound Taoist rhyme hidden in the simplicity.

Unable to restrain himself, he began to swing his fists, starting from the first punch, repeating Baimei's boxing technique just now.

Baimei was still performing, and when he reached the place where he wanted to, there was loud thunder, howling wind, and the heavy rain poured down in an instant. The fist prints forcibly isolated the raindrops on the body surface, and the corners of his clothes were not wet, like an invisible light curtain. Under the washing of the rain, it is extremely eye-catching.

"Wow..." However, the serious injury made it difficult for Baimei to hold on. After finishing the last pose, he began to cough up blood and fell to the ground. His aura disappeared in an instant.

Chu Nan didn't notice this, he was still punching, and he still remembered every punch that Baimei punched just now.Scenes were deposited in my mind, I felt like I couldn't vomit, I had already reached the state of ecstasy, and a faint glow appeared on the surface of my body.

"Hahaha! Master, disciple Baimei did not disappoint you!" Seeing him punching, from the initial jerky to gradually proficient, the speed was so fast that double images appeared, Baimei laughed and shouted wildly.

"The Daomen is hopeful! The Daomen is hopeful!" Bai Mei fell to the ground, the wound on his body was bleeding profusely, mixed with the rain, dyeing the mountains and fields red.

"Boom!" With the last punch, a fist print flew out of his hand, but it seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the moment it hit nothingness in front of him, his fierce aura collapsed in an instant.

His whole body was weak, Chu Nan gasped heavily, but felt an indescribable pleasure, he couldn't help but look at Bai Mei subconsciously, seeing Bai Mei's miserable state, he was startled.

"Master!" He exclaimed, the heavy rain had stopped, but Bai Mei fell into a pool of blood, dying, only the eyes that looked at him were full of excitement.

He quickly helped him up and returned to the arbor.After a long time, Bai Mei recovered again, but became weaker and weaker.

"It's up to you whether the Taoist sect can climb to the top of the first heaven or not!" Looking at him, hope was rekindled in Baimei's eyes.

"The waste body mentioned by the cultivators is the inexhaustible bones of martial arts practitioners! What countless martial arts practitioners have been looking for in their lives is to find a successor like you to carry forward the martial arts! I am glad that I met you, in the future If the teacher is not here, everything depends on you!"

The injury suddenly aggravated again, Bai Mei's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, leaning on the side, his breath was like a hair, watching him and said weakly.

Seeing Bai Mei's miserable appearance, he felt guilty for a while.If he knew that the other party had no pills, he would not swallow anything.

"You don't have to feel guilty. Master has lived for a hundred years. It's enough. Sooner or later, he will die! Death in your hands is better than death in the hands of those cultivators." In the dark, I thought of the scene of being chased and killed in the past.

"One day, if you can walk out of this first heaven and meet your master, you must tell him that you are my disciple with white eyebrows! Although the talent of the teacher is not as good as your uncle, but you are accepted as a disciple, and you are not given to the Taoist sect. Shame! At that time, you have to make your uncle envious, and let him know that his junior brother has a much better vision than him!" Bai Mei pulled him and continued, lost in memory.

Like a last word, Bai Mei couldn't stop once she said it.Knowing that Bai Mei didn't have much time, he looked sad and sat aside and listened quietly.

From Bai Mei's mouth, he learned that he also had a senior uncle, who left with the master back then, and suspected to have left the first heaven.

Mentioning his uncle, Bai Mei visibly lifted his spirits.The two brothers and sisters were once rejected by Xiuxian sect together. Later, they met the master, and the two apprenticed together, but the uncle's talent is better than him, and he comprehended Taoist boxing faster than him.

Bai Mei knew that her talent was not good enough, and staying with her master would only become a burden, so she voluntarily stayed in First Heaven.

"If you meet your Uncle Mu in the future, tell him that you are my Baimei's apprentice, and you must not lose face as a teacher!" Baimei told him again, recalling Uncle Mu, his eyes widened. Light, but can't hide the deep yearning in my heart.

He nodded heavily, but he knew in his heart that he didn't know when he would meet himself as Master Mu.The number of warriors is very small, as long as he inquires more, the hope of finding them is not small, but he doesn't know if the other party can really treat him as the master said.

The injury gradually stabilized, but Baimei became more and more verbose, and continued to talk about some secrets about the first heaven that he didn't know, and he couldn't help being shocked when he heard the words.

"Your master once said back then that the lineage of warriors had its glory days. At that time, immortal cultivators were not even worthy of carrying our shoes!" Speaking of the grand occasion of the lineage of warriors in the past, Bai Mei couldn't help but sigh deeply.Although he has never experienced it personally, but thinking of the real situation of the two veins today, no one can avoid being shocked.

"However, the environment of the world has changed. The road to cultivating immortals is easier, and martial arts is more difficult. One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and the two lines coexist. The strong rise of the line of cultivating immortals is doomed to the decline of the line of warriors." Bai Mei said about the master back then All the mysteries told are little-known things in the world today, and the lineage of cultivating immortals is even more silent.

"Waiting for hundreds of millions of years, the Taoist sect has gone through many twists and turns, and it is almost extinct. In your master's generation, he is the only one." Bai Mei shook his head and continued: "Fortunately, I met you and me, Master Mu, and became a three-year-old master." People. It's a pity that both of us are not talented enough, alas!"

"Apprentice, you remember! What my master taught you today is only the remnants of Daoquan Quan. Whether you can practice Daoquan in the future depends on your chance! But if you can fully comprehend this remnant , No one in the first heaven is your match!"

Bai Mei said again, with a gloomy look in his eyes, the remnants of that year were left by the master, just because he didn't want to leave the first heaven.

Tongdao boxing is originally a remnant spectrum, and the one passed to him by his master is even a remnant spectrum, which is far from what his senior brother cultivated.

"Baimei, let me pass on your remnant genealogy to the master. If you cultivate properly, you can run rampant in the first layer of heaven, and no one can stop you." When Master Baimei left with Master Mu, he once told him this way. At that time, this scene was still clearly visible in Baimei's mind.

After saying this, Bai Mei couldn't hold on any longer.The aura on his body weakened in an instant, entangled with death aura, and he was about to cut off his aura.

Chu Nan was heartbroken, knowing that he was helpless, and filled with guilt, he could only hold his white eyebrows tightly, look at the distant mountains, and fell silent.

"Good apprentice, remember, the lineage of cultivating immortals is not the same as my martial artist. Before you are strong, don't face it head-on! Also, remember that the lineage of cultivating immortals is not a good kind!" Bai Mei finally warned, the voice fell, and finally A trace of aura disappeared, and the aura on his body gradually declined, and finally it was cut off directly.

"Roar..." He couldn't help but let out a mournful howl, hugging the white-browed corpse in unspeakable agony, with a surge of regret in his heart.

If he hadn't been greedy for a while and had stolen Bai Mei's only life-saving elixir, Bai Mei would not have disappeared in pain.

He didn't get up until it was dark, and buried the white eyebrows on the spot, while he sat cross-legged on the edge of the grave, not saying a word for several days.

Before he died, Baimei repeatedly told him that when he was not strong enough, he should not conflict with the lineage of the cultivators, otherwise his life would be easily lost.Before Taoist boxing had a small success, when he encountered a cultivator, he had only one dead end and no chance.

Bai Mei said that before the ages, the cultivating lineage built the Immortal Realm and the Nine Heavens, and the balance between the two lines was broken, and the cultivating lineage wantonly strangled the warrior lineage.

All the cultivators of today's first heaven have the blood of the warriors of the past and present.Back then, when the strongest of the two veins fought, they couldn't be wiped out in time, so the Immortal Realm came up with this strategy, allowing the descendants of the warriors to cultivate immortals, reincarnated from generation to generation, and the first heaven completely became a situation where immortal cultivators occupy the majority.

With a sigh in his heart, he suddenly regretted his decision. Once he practiced Taoist Fist, it meant that he would be against the same line of Xiuxian.

Under the severe conditions of the first heaven, the survival space of the warrior lineage is extremely small.Once the way out, doomed.

"Becoming a Taoist disciple is better than being an ant! The earth can't go back, but Hunyuanzong's hatred will be avenged in this life! Chang Yiliu, when the Taoist Fist is perfect, he will definitely be killed!" Recalling his past experience again, He no longer regrets his decision.

His eyes became resolute, and he started punching in front of Baimei's grave. Familiar scenes resurfaced in his mind again. Every punch had an unspeakable implication. The sound resounded through the mountains and fields.

Gradually he entered me, he was fast and slow, and he comprehended the connotation of Tongdaoquan to another level. Under one punch, it roared like thunder.

"The person who created Tongdao Boxing back then must be a peerless genius! Who in the world can create this kind of boxing?" After the fight, he was still unsatisfied. He was immersed in the state just now and couldn't extricate himself for a long time. Looking at the distant mountains, he said.

After playing once, I was sweating all over and felt exhausted, but I also felt indescribably happy.He didn't recover until late at night.

Looking at the boundless starry sky, Baimei's words echoed in his ears again, making him realize once again the cruelty of the first heaven.

Bai Mei told him before his death that there is a nine-fold trial in Jiuzhongtian, which is dominated by the fairyland. The immortal world, and pursue the supreme immortal way as soon as possible.

Calculating the time, there is not much time before the start of the new round of Nine Trials.

"It's better to go to the fairyland than to stay in this barren first heaven." He muttered to himself. It might be dangerous for him, but for the descendants of the warriors of the first heaven, entering the fairyland will be a great opportunity. There will be countless cultivation resources pouring in, making cultivation easier.

For some reason, the image of Xu Ning suddenly appeared in his mind. He imagined that one day, Xu Ning would embark on the fairy road of the Nine Trials.

"Hehehe..." He shook his head mockingly again, he and Xu Ning have become two people, and when they meet again, they probably won't get along as before.Between the two, there must be a winner.If it is someone else, the outcome will be decided, life and death will also be decided!
"If you meet Chang Yi, you don't have to dodge like before. You already have hatred, but it's just adding hatred to it!" Thinking of Chang Yi, he felt upset for a while. The other party made things difficult for him. You can become stronger yourself.

After dawn, he bowed three times in front of Baimei's grave, then turned and left, preparing to return to the world of mortals while avoiding the immortal cultivators.

Baimei pointed out the direction to him before he was alive, and he knew how to walk to reach among the mortals.After running wildly for several days, I finally saw people.

He missed the fireworks in the mortal world. Compared with the immortal cultivator, he felt an indescribable intimacy, so he quickly approached.

Bai Mei told him that almost all warriors hide among mortals, and there are also a few people who live in seclusion all their lives and don't care about world affairs.

In front of him is the city of mortals. His appearance immediately attracted the attention of many people. After all, he was wearing Hunyuanzong's clothes, which were quite different from those worn by mortals. A lot of envious eyes.

Practicing channel boxing, his senses became more acute.Among those who secretly paid attention to him, he felt a lot of malice.

These malice are nothing more than what Bai Mei said about human warriors.Because of the clothes on his body, he was mistaken for a person cultivating immortals.

He ignored it, and went straight into the city, and the cries of various peddlers could be heard endlessly.But once you take out your body, you are poor and white.

The only thing he kept was the fragment of the protective jade that Xu Ning gave him back then, which he always carried with him.Guessing how much money he could change, he went to the pawnshop in the city.

Even if the things of a cultivator are broken into pieces, they are still worth a lot.