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Chapter 167 Master, Do You Choose Death or Death 8
Standing up, frowning, Yan Luo finally couldn't hold back and rubbed his hair in annoyance, resentful: This is different from the cultivation we promised! !

Little Pink: Who told you to grow up?I do not know how?
Suppressing the gloomy emotions in his heart, except for the strangeness in his eyes, Yan Luo returned to the appearance of the aloof and pure Lingyun Sect's little master.

The light blue crystal folding fan in his hand turned into a stream of light and magnified in front of him, and Yan Luo stepped on it lightly.

On the main peak of Lingyunmen, Linqing, who was practicing, noticed the abnormal movement of the enchantment, opened his eyes and felt the spiritual power of the comer, paused slightly, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, but still quickly left the door.

A beautiful figure was standing at the lotus pond at the entrance of the main hall, the hem of his clothes was slightly fluttered by the wind and waves, his expression was indifferent.

"Little Master Uncle?" Lin Qing's tone was respectful with a hint of doubt. Looking at Yan Luo, he felt that today's Yan Luo was a little different from usual. Measure breath.

With a chill in his heart, he had a faint guess, but when he heard Yan Luo say that he was about to break through, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and if he broke through again, he was only one step away from flying up.

"Congratulations, little uncle." Lin Qing's voice showed excitement, but he hesitated, "Little uncle said you want to retreat?"

"Ten years at most." For immortal cultivators, especially at the level of Yan Luo, ten years is basically unimaginable, "During this period, if my two apprentices have any problems, I will trouble you. "

After explaining some things briefly, Yan Luo turned back to Luoyun Peak, pinched a sound transmission charm to Gu Sicun who was cultivating hard, and then Yan Luo headed towards the place where Yunze was.

At this moment, black clouds gathered faintly somewhere on the mountainside of Luoyun Peak, and there were sporadic electric sparks among them, crackling non-stop.

Yan Luo had just arrived behind Yunze, Yunze's hands paused slightly, and the spiritual power in his hands was withdrawn, and the thunder cloud gathered in the sky fell down, smashing a huge rock into fine powder.

Amazing power.

Yunze turned his head to look at Yan Luo, with joy on the corner of his lips, it could be seen that he was trying hard to be steady but he still couldn't control his joyful pace, he trotted to Yan Luo's side, "Master."

Yan Luo nodded, looking at the scorched land with thought in his eyes.

Yun Ze didn't speak, but stood beside Yan Luo, smiling, and his movements were casual.

Yan Luo moved suddenly, and a bright light appeared in his hand, which shot towards Yunze's forehead.

Yunze froze for a moment, his body froze, and before he could make a repelling movement, he was shocked by the huge information unfolding in his mind.

This is a thunder system technique passed down from ancient times.

Yun Ze frowned slightly, and looked at Yan Luo.

Yan Luo's hand seemed to be subconsciously about to rest on his head, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he hesitated for a moment before taking it back.

"As a teacher, you are about to make a breakthrough, and you will have to retreat for a few years. Your talent is indeed more suitable for the practice of lightning. I found this set of exercises in a secret place by accident. There is also this spiritual grass, which can help you cultivate stably." for."

A light green crystal-clear stamen with a lavender spiritual plant was stuffed into his hand.

Yunze tilted his head and looked at the spirit grass in his hand. It was very old and rare, and it could be seen that it was picked in the past two years.

(End of this chapter)