A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

Han Xinshuang still has the shadow of her past except between her brows. Earth-shaking changes have taken place in his body.

Height is nearly two meters.

Well-proportioned muscle lines are neither abrupt nor thin.

It accurately hits Jiang Yu's aesthetics.

It's just that Jiang Yu was too impressed by her hair change. Can't change for a while.

Now, Han Xinshuang's leather armor was too small, suffocating her to breathe.

He simply changed back to his original shape and got out.

The snow-white nine-tailed fox appeared in front of everyone, attracting exclamations of surprise.

He is three feet high at the shoulders and seven feet long.

A huge tail is longer than the body. Wave it gently, like a long white river.

Not a single hair on his body.

His deep and narrow eyes were filled with wisdom.

Yan Changsheng's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Oh my God! Is this...is..."

Yan Qingfeng cried out: "Nine-tailed Sky Fox!"

"Tianhu?"

Jiang Yu scratched his head: "Is there this kind of nine-tailed fox?"

Han Xinshuang's tail swept across Jiang Yu's cheek. There was a hint of provocation in his tone: "Am I beautiful?"

"Go and die!"

Jiang Yu slapped his big tail away and said angrily: "You're so pretty! I call you greedy. You almost turned into a monster, do you understand?"

As he said that, he grabbed the big tail back and stroked it hard a few times.

All said and done, it feels pretty good.

Han Xinshuang immediately fell to the ground and gasped: "Ah! I hate it so much! Let go."

Jiang Yu was stunned.

How come the breed has changed and the tail is still sensitive?

Yan Changsheng quickly stopped him: "Brother...brother. You can't touch the tail of the nine-tailed fox casually."

"Ok?"

Jiang Yu was a little confused: "When I was a child, I used my second aunt's tail as a quilt. Why can't I touch it?"

Yan Changsheng had no choice but to explain patiently: "That's because I treat you like a cub. Among peers, only partners rub each other's tails."

Jiang Yu learned new knowledge again.

He saw Yan Changsheng and Yan Qingfeng staring at him with burning eyes. He waved his hand quickly: "All the spiritual liquid was drank up by Xinshuang. It's gone!"

Yan Changsheng still refused to give up: "How about a squeeze? There is nothing left?"

Jiang Yu rolled her eyes at him: "Squeeze me? Do you think I'm a cow? I'm really gone!"

These spiritual liquids are transformed from corpse energy and demonic energy.

If you use it well, you can turn waste into treasure; if you don't use it well, you won't know what kind of species it will become.

The effect is too unstable!

Han Xinshuang is the weakest among them. After taking more than seventy drops of spiritual liquid, he suddenly became the highest state.

The peak of the transformed demon.

That is the height that countless demon clans can only look up to throughout their lives.

And no thunder disaster was triggered.

This is cheating!

Han Xinshuang still needs some time to adapt to the changes in her body.

Stretched like a dog.

Swinging his big tail, he walked towards his nest with elegant steps: "I'm so hungry. But I'm even sleepier! Forget it, let's eat after waking up."

Yan Changsheng looked at Han Xinshuang's leaving figure and suddenly came to his senses after a while.

Wagging his two cat tails, he looked at Jiang Yu flatteringly: "Little brother, you are the benefactor of our clan! You must stay here for a while!"

He discovered that Jiang Yu was a treasure.

Just exposing something is enough for the nine-tailed fox to improve his life.

"Huh? Haha, okay!"

Jiang Yu also needs to settle down. Digest the gains of this time.

Improving strength is important, but consolidating the foundation cannot be ignored either.

He looked at the strange little nine-tailed fox and still felt a little guilty.

It is better to observe for a while.

If anything goes wrong, it can be rectified in time.

Tian Wen Gu.

There is a small secret place at the bottom of the narrow valley.

It's just that this secret realm has long been searched out by groups of immortal cultivators.

But there are still immortal cultivators who come here happily.

Everyone hopes for an opportunity that slips through the net.

Xianyue Sect is only a third-rate sect in Bingzhou.

There is no strength to compete for the secret realm. You can only "sweep the floor" behind others.

When the sect leader arrived with more than a dozen disciples, he almost shed tears of emotion.

clean!

So clean!

A layer of the entire secret realm was scraped off.

A veritable dig into the ground.

But even so, there were still some casual cultivators lying on the ground, exploring inch by inch.

The leader of the Xianyue Sect pondered for a long time. Qi Yu solemnly ordered: "Now that we are here, let's spread out and look for our own opportunities. After a while, this place will become deserted. I plan to open a branch here. Anyway, the land has been plowed, so I won't plant anything. It’s really a waste of stuff.”

Upon hearing this, the disciples immediately dispersed.

Test it little by little with a bamboo skewer. Do not let go of a slightly larger grain of sand.

Yin Lezhan felt homesick again.

He originally wanted to calm down and learn his skills down-to-earth in the Immortal Moon Sect. One day I will go back and help my dad take care of things.

Unexpectedly, after being accepted as a direct disciple by the sect master, he would only do things like dig out bird's nests and collect millet.

I can't even use the skills I learned.

How can this be the Immortal Cultivation Sect?

It’s obviously a begging sect!

Today, the sect leader solemnly passed on to him a "sieve" magic weapon. Take him to sift sand in a place where birds don't poop.

He really wanted to give up and leave.

Of course, if he knew that the three bathing sisters had become his mothers during this time. I'm afraid I will give up the idea of ​​going home immediately.

Yin Lezhan is not deeply involved in the world. Emotions are written on his face.

Uncle Fu was afraid that he would displease the sect leader, so he comforted him in a low voice: "Young master, you can only become a master by enduring hardships!"

"bitter?"

Yin Lezhan curled his lips: "I don't feel bitter, I just feel like I'm wasting my life."

As he spoke, he poured the sand into the sieve.

His movements are skillful and there is no hint of the coquettishness of a rich boy.

Complaints are complaints, and the work that needs to be done still needs to be done.

Uncle Fu had no choice but to persuade him with kind words: "Patience is a virtue."

"I would rather……"

Yin Lezhan paused in the middle of what he said. His face also became weird.

The fingertips seemed to touch something ring-shaped.

Knocking away the sand, it turned out to be a wrench made of white bones.

The moment Yin Lezhan raised his hand, Fu Bo pressed his hand back into the sand. He sighed loudly: "Oh, the soil here is suitable for growing crops. The sect leader is very discerning!"

After Yin Lezhan received the warning look, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​reporting it.

The sect leader glanced over from a distance. He nodded happily: "Well, I still have a vision. Elder Fu and I have the same ideas!"

Yin Lezhan was filled with doubts.

The location he explored has been sifted into fine sand, how could there be any omissions?

But at this moment, an old voice sounded in his mind: "Get my token and receive my inheritance. Later in life, you will have endless good thoughts and justice in your heart. Are you willing to become my disciple?"

The expression on Yin Lezhan's face kept changing. Finally, he lowered his voice and said, "Yes!"

Fu Bo looked at him doubtfully: "What did you say?"

Yin Lezhan shook his head and did not answer.

The voice in my mind sounded leisurely: "My name is Taoist Lu Ya. You can just act as usual. I will talk to you in detail as my master in the dead of night!"

"Yes!"