Tianting super system red envelope group

Chapter 81 King Yu
At this time, Peng Fan was sitting cross-legged in the formation, feeling that the injuries in his body were getting better little by little, and his cultivation had reached the peak, and he was about to break through to the Great Perfection of Spiritual Martial Arts, only a little bit away.

During Peng Fan's healing period, there were also deserters, who fled to the direction where Peng Fan and the others were. Because Peng Fan and the others had a formation to hide their bodies, ordinary people couldn't find them at all.

Peng Fan suddenly opened his eyes. At this time, the aura of immortals and demons was rising around him, looking extremely terrifying.

Hu Bawu, who was sleeping, felt Peng Fan's breath and was awakened. After seeing Peng Fan's appearance, he jumped up and hid aside in fright.

"You can just hide here, if you need anything, you can find me!"

After Peng Fan finished speaking, he stepped out of the formation, touched the ground with his toes, and flew up into the air like a cloud of devilish energy, flying over the top of a mountain.

Peng Fan took out all the top-quality spiritual stones on his body and spread them on the ground. A large pile of top-quality spiritual stones was like a hill. Some elixirs and elixirs were also thrown into the pile of top-quality spiritual stones by Peng Fan.

Peng Fan suddenly pinched the wind with one finger and transformed into ten thousand swords. Ten thousand swords transformed by the wind flew into the surrounding air and suddenly disappeared.

After doing all this, Peng Fan sat directly in the pile of top-quality spiritual stones. Hu Bawu felt extremely envious after seeing Peng Fan fly away. When would he be able to practice and fly to the sky and escape from the earth? What a great thing it would be. , but it's a pity that the techniques auctioned in the cultivation world are too expensive, and he really can't afford them.

Even if you can afford it, you don’t have the cultivation resources for your own cultivation. You can only sit in the formation and sigh. This trip to the ghost realm is just a rumor. According to legend, there are immortals, Hu Bawu, who just want to come in and steal a fairy tomb. See if you can find one or two books of exercises, or get some cultivation resources, sell them, and then buy exercises for yourself to realize your dream of cultivation.

Peng Fan was sitting in the pile of top-grade spirit stones, his head was in a state of chaos, feeling the inextricable and mysterious changes in the world.

If a master cultivator saw Peng Fan's state at this time, he would be surprised and extremely envious. Peng Fan actually entered a state of enlightenment at this time.

Enlightenment, generally only occurs in people with very high enlightenment. This does not refer to the quality of cultivation aptitude or the quality of the spiritual root attribute, but it is a matter of enlightenment.

Some people never enter the realm of enlightenment even once in their entire lives. This is a great opportunity that only comes once in a while.

If a person enters the state of enlightenment, if his comprehension is good, then he will realize a set of good exercises, that is, his own original exercises.

Of course, if you are a person without understanding, no matter how evil your cultivation aptitude is, you can only learn other people's skills, and you will always survive in the shadow of others.

If the chance is good and the comprehension is not high, sometimes by coincidence, one will enter the state of enlightenment. Of course, enlightening some rubbish exercises is useless.

At this moment, a white-headed farmer, plainly dressed in sackcloth, with a hoe on his shoulder, passed by the foot of the peak, looked up at the peak, and looked at Peng Fan, who was sitting cross-legged among the top-quality spirit stones with his eyes closed.

The old man didn't have any aura fluctuations, just like an ordinary old farmer in the countryside.

"King Zhou! In your previous life, you were able to charm the vixen. In this life, I didn't expect you to look like such a pretty boy!"

The old man suddenly shook his head and smiled, then carried the hoe and prepared to leave. At this moment, a familiar voice came to his ears.

"Da Yu, King Yu, how is this kid?"

The ordinary old man, after hearing this voice, was very normal and did not move. Instead, he said to the air: "What? Are you still trying to get his idea? Your work is too tiring, and no one is willing to do it for you." Do it."

As soon as the ordinary old man named King Yu finished speaking, the mysterious voice in the air sounded again: "It's been more than 500 years, and it's time for me to find someone to sit in my position. I have things I want to do. For more than 2000 years It’s already benevolent enough.”

Hearing the mysterious voice in the air, King Yu raised his head and looked at Peng Fan again, nodded, and then answered in the air again: "He has excellent qualifications and understanding. He is a rare seedling. If I guess correctly, he will definitely understand this time." Come up with a good set of exercises, but don’t forget, who was this kid in his previous life? It’s hard to change your country, your nature is hard to change, and a dog can’t change his eating shit.”

The mysterious voice in the air, after hearing King Yu's words, fell silent for a while.

"Who is shitting here!" the old man King Yu suddenly became furious and shouted, the sole of his left cloth shoe was covered with yellow dirt.

"Old man, I'm sorry, I was so anxious just now..."

At this time, Hu Bawu walked out from the grass, his walking posture was awkward, and his hands were still under his hips.

"Damn, I don't have paper on me, this weed is really hot." He kept grumbling and complaining.

"Stinky boy, it's not good to do anything at a young age, and you only do these things that hurt people's morality."

The old man, King Yu, raised his hoe as he spoke, and was about to hit Hu Bawu. In his words, he said that Hu Bawu was only doing things that harmed Yin and virtue. Did he mean his business of robbing tombs, or did he refer to his random defecation and defecation?

This is unknown, and Hu Bawu couldn't hear it, so he quickly dodged the old man King Yu's hoe and shouted:
"Old man, don't push yourself too far! In this barren mountain, it's not good for you to go anywhere. You have to go here. For your old age, I apologize to you. It's not okay for you to be wrong! Come on! Let's calm down and smoke. A cigarette!”

Hu Bawu quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and handed it to the old man, King Yu.

After King Yu took the cigarette, he held it in his mouth, no longer angry, and prepared to leave.

"Old man, don't go, don't go. I'm telling you, I'm a god. If you don't believe me, just look, I'm going to heaven!"

Then Hu Bawu walked into the formation again, and in an instant, he disappeared without a trace.

King Yu looked at the place where Hu Bawu disappeared, with a sneer on his lips and a dismissive expression, and then continued to leave with the hoe on his shoulder.

Hu Bawu, after eating a little dry food just now, I had a stomachache and solved it in the formation. It was too stinky and a little bad, so I walked out of the formation and pulled it outside. I didn't expect to be stepped on by that unlucky old man.

Hu Bawu, lying in the formation with a cigarette in his mouth, his heart is full of crookedness!
"Hey! I, Hu Bawu, also became a god once, maybe the old man is still envious and worshiping me! It's so cool, so enjoyable!"

In the sky outside, the sky suddenly changed drastically, with dark clouds covering the top, like the prelude to the coming of a storm.

At this time, a strong wind rose in the valley on the ground, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth surged in from all directions and entered Peng Fan's body. Peng Fan still sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

The top-grade spiritual stones and elixirs underneath him also turned into streams of spiritual energy at this time, and penetrated into Peng Fan's body crazily. Peng Fan himself was like a black vortex, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy of the surrounding world.

Some ancient trees and flowers that were close by instantly withered, and their vitality drifted towards Peng Fan invisibly.

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