The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

"Are you unfamiliar with your sword?"

The Taoist frowned as he watched Ming Fan and San Mao's cooperation. How come they were so unfamiliar with each other as if they had just met for the first day?

"Oh, you figured that out."

Ming Fan smiled dejectedly. It had been a long time since she and her sword had been unfamiliar to each other. They had always had their own ideas.

"Ah."

The Taoist snorted, kicked Ming Fan away, and gave him a big fight with three spears.

Seeing that the two of them couldn't get up, he patted the unnecessary dust on his clothes with satisfaction and said, "Come again."

When I think back to when his master trained him, he was much more ruthless than he is now.

The Taoist thought about it and said, well, he is so strong now, he should thank his masters.

Ming Fan climbed up with a grin, complaining in his heart that the old man was too heavy-handed, and picked up three spears to meet the attack.

"Tsk, there are many different sword techniques, taught by several masters."

"..."

Ming Fan’s eyes blurred and he was knocked away again.

"What are you standing there for? Try again."

Ming Fan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Apart from inheriting Gu Qingqiu's swordsmanship, she also learned and applied it on the spot, learning a little here and a little there.

It is indeed quite messy, but before I met this person, it was really useful.

"too slow."

After a few times, Ming Fan held her stomach. It seemed that two of her ribs were broken.

The Taoist leaned against the stone gate, the elegant and gentle smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a serious look.

"You are the weakest monk I have taught in all these years."

The Taoist sneered, raised his hand, and a vast amount of spiritual energy surged.

As expected, Ming Fan flew backwards again, but before flying out, Ming Fan gritted his teeth and threw all the talismans in his pocket towards the Taoist's face.

"You can also use talismans?"

The Taoist smiled and said, "The quality is much better than that kid who used the talisman... but it's useless."

Bang—hundreds of talismans turned into powder.

The Taoist priest suddenly appeared in front of Ming Fan, looked at her miserable appearance, lowered his eyes and hesitated for a moment, then punched her.

It's pretty miserable, but it's still worse than what he was like back then.

Ming Fan suddenly smiled, and Qian Ren turned into brocade. The moment Ming Fan was hit, it wrapped around her waist and pulled her out.

"You fell into a trap."

As Ming Fan finished his words, a golden halo flashed around the Taoist and the God Binding Formation trapped him inside.

"How does the God Binding Formation taste?"

Ming Fan coughed twice, got up from the ground, and walked to the Taoist with a smile.

"You also know how to use formations?"

The Taoist's eyes lit up. If he had only thought that their acquaintance was fate before and that he wanted some pointers to help them get out as soon as possible, now he was really interested in Ming Fan.

Three kinds of cultivation, can be considered as excellent talents no matter where they are.

Ming Fan grinned and raised his head as a sign of agreement.

The next second, the soul-binding formation that was filled with golden light shattered and turned into spots of scattered golden light.

The Taoist walked out gracefully, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and spoke to Ming Fan earnestly.

"Very good. In the future, you will thank yourself for your hard work now."

Ming Fan: “What?”

For the first time, she couldn't understand what others were saying.

"I just think that your talent in sword, talisman, formation, and pill cultivation is pretty good... Of course, compared to me, you are still far behind."

Ming Fan said "oh" and thought that this person was just bragging about himself.

"You do not believe?"

"Since you're begging me...why not just believe it?"

"..."

This time, it was the Taoist priest who was speechless.

At the same time, Lin Wanshu and others missed Gu Qingqiu very much.

Even though Gu Qingqiu taught them in a savage way, he was much gentler than the one who was fighting with them now.

What are the three longs and two shorts?

Before, Gu Qingqiu would always have a big fight every three days and a small fight every two days.

They from Wuwang Peak can be said to be the cultivators with the worst life in the entire Qingyang Sect.

But now that it has gone from being a beating to a hanging beating, they finally realized how good their master is.

Fatian looked coldly at Xiao Yunyang who was kneeling on the ground with his sword as support, and pursed his lips and spat out one word: "Fight."

Xiao Yunyang propped himself up, feeling the spiritual energy in his dantian drying up and replenishing again and again. With fighting spirit in his eyes, he rushed forward again.

On the other side, Rong Hua slammed into the stone wall and rolled twice on the ground before stopping.

The corner of Rong Hua's mouth twitched. He could imagine what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, a gentle voice sounded immediately afterwards, urging him to stand up.

Rong Hua stood up, and after a few moves, he was blown away again...

Haha, he looks like a gentle person, but he is really brutal when he starts to fight.

Compared to the three of them who were crushed and repaired, Lin Wanshu and Le Shan were in a completely different situation.

The two of them were in a forest.

"You are practicing something different from them. If you want to control everything, you must first learn to be in it."

Wuji and Lin Wanshu sat cross-legged facing each other. Upon hearing what was said, Lin Wanshu dispersed his mental power.

"Use your mental power to lock onto every tiny detail around you."

The two of them just sat there, looking much more decent compared to the embarrassment of Rong Hua and the others.

But as time went on, cold sweat broke out on Lin Wanshu's forehead. There were too many things around him, and his mental strength was simply not enough.

……

"Still want to paint?"

The corner of Le Shan's mouth twitched as he looked at the talismans piled up like a mountain in front of him. The overdraft of his mental strength caused a dull pain in his head.

Fa Qing nodded indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, a pile of talisman paper like a small mountain appeared.

The tone is concise: "Painting."

Le Shan placed his left hand on his trembling right hand, and the light in the fox's eyes disappeared.

Talismans appeared in his hands one after another until he felt a sharp pain in his head and could no longer hold on. Le Shan rolled his eyes and fainted.

Fa Qing glanced at Le Shan who had fainted on the ground, then turned around and sat aside, waiting quietly for him to wake up and continue.

Everyone in Wuwang Peak has his own tragedy.

And Ming Fan even added the word "more".

Ming Fan was chased by the Taoist priest. She broke several ribs while practicing sword and could no longer move. The Taoist priest did not ask her to get up. He simply raised his hand and conjured up a table and talisman paper, allowing Ming Fan to practice talismans.

When Ming Fan's mental strength was exhausted, he asked her to make pills. The pills she made could also heal his own injuries. Then he asked her to set up a formation and hide.

And the person who attacked the formation was a Taoist.

The formation was broken, Ming Fan raised his sword to defend again...

She had never felt so miserable being alive.

I don’t know how long it took, but Ming Fan opened his eyes. It was great to live another day.