I, Panda, am super fierce!

The battle outside the Dark Pavilion shocked the entire city of Yong.

Before the fight happened, the San Xiumeng arranged a formation outside to isolate that space, and it seemed to the outside world that nothing happened.

But Si Heng killed everyone there before he left, the formation lost its effectiveness without maintenance, and the air was filled with the smell of blood that mortals could smell, let alone monks with keen senses.

So as soon as the monks in the dark pavilion came out, they saw half the street turned into ashes and scattered corpses all over the place.

Rao is a monk who is used to seeing life and death, and there is no way to keep calm in the face of this kind of scene.

What surprised them even more was that among the corpses, there were scattered on the ground the logos of the internal alliance disciples of the Sanxiu League.

This made most of the monks living in Yongcheng feel a chill down their backs.

Most people are vaguely aware of one thing - the sky in Yongcheng may be about to collapse.

The faces of the people present were all different.Some people are terrified that Yongcheng is no longer safe, some people think carefully about whether the Xiumeng will decline after the dispersal, and what benefits the forces behind them can get from it, but a small number of people change their expressions and rush to the outside of the city. swept away.

Anshun just started telling his story, when Yizhou suddenly stood up and looked into the distance.

"Xianchang, what's the matter?" He asked carefully.

"Someone is coming." There was nothing in his field of vision, but Yizhou felt this way. He ran forward with luck and stopped on the only way from the city gate to the low slope.

In the distance, a group of people appeared in sight. The group of people flew straight towards him.

The vigilance was raised to the highest level, Qianye appeared in his hand, and Yi Zhou used the exercises, ready to stop them at any time.

Although there were a lot of people in that group, their realm seemed to be higher than him.

The people got closer, but Yi Zhou's body was no longer so tense. This distance was enough for him to see the faces of the group of people clearly. They were the disciples of Tai Yanzong who went out to worship together.

Those people stopped in front of him, and there was still a look of anxiety on their faces.

Yi Zhou relaxed a little, but still stood in front of those people, preventing them from passing: "Master is currently practicing."

"Senior nephew." The lowest cultivation level blocked by him was also at the golden core stage, but he had no choice but to ask this little stump, "Do you know what happened in the city?"

"I don't know." Yi Zhou shook his head, with no expression on his chubby face, he bowed to the people in front of him, and said, "If you have any questions, you can wait for Master to wake up and ask him. "

Then he raised his hand and pointed his palm to the place where he and Anshun were chatting before: "Uncle and senior brothers, please rest here for a while."

The other people couldn't help it, they couldn't just rush over if their disciples stopped them.

Besides, from such a small distance, they could also see Si Heng's situation. It seemed that he was indeed practicing, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured.

A group of people walked under the tree where the two of them were resting, and took out the resting utensils from the storage bags.

A monk has a long lifespan, if he treats himself harshly everywhere, then life is meaningless.

Yi Zhou refused the softness offered by one of the Uncle Yuan Ying, took out his futon and put it on the ground, after thinking about it, he handed another one to Anshun.

Anshun was surrounded by a group of monks, and he didn't dare to show a single one.

He took Yi Zhou's futon and put it on the ground, and then sat on it by himself, with very small movements during the whole process.

But even if he reduced his presence so much, it was impossible for the monks to ignore him.

A mortal, or a mortal who stayed with Si Heng after what happened in Yongcheng, is very unusual when you think about it.

"Who is this little friend?" A Nascent Soul cultivator asked.

"His name is Anshun." Yi Zhou introduced, but stopped talking after saying his name.

Si Heng hasn't woken up yet, who knows who is fighting with him, he still has to stay vigilant.

A group of Jindan and Yuanying tried their best, but they couldn't ask more things from Yi Zhou's mouth. Not only that, the other party refused to let them ask the mortal.

Every time someone looked at Anshun, Yi Zhou would stand in front of him, saying that this was the person his master wanted.

"Senior nephew is really good." The people who can follow this time are all valued by the sect, and no one lacks arrogance. Before, it was just because of Si Heng's face not to embarrass Yizhou.

Now being pushed back again and again, I can't suppress my anger.

But they still didn't dare to do anything to the child in front of them. The person who spoke was no more than Jindan, but he was of the same generation as Si Heng. He opened his mouth and spit out what seemed to be a threat: "When the senior brother wakes up, I have to mention it to him, it is impossible for the senior nephew to be so disrespectful .”

Yi Zhou sat back in his original position, this kind of threat was harmless, did Si Heng look like someone who taught his disciples for what others said?

Certainly not!Yi Zhou thought to himself, what kind of a good teacher is to teach his apprentices because of what other people say.

He didn't speak, the person who just spoke thought he was being honest, and was about to ask something out of Anshun's mouth, that mortal, under the eyes of everyone, was pulled behind him by that short dunzi.

"Really! Really!" The man was so angry that he didn't dare to make any noise, so he could only grit his teeth and point at Yi Zhou.

Yi Zhou pretended not to see this, and sat cross-legged on the futon with a stern face. .

After this skirmish, the others also knew that Yi Zhou would not enter, so they stopped wasting their tongues.

Naturally, it is impossible for a group of monks to sit together for one night, and because there is a lack of aura in the world, these two people got together and played tricks.

After waiting like this all night, when it was almost dawn, Si Heng finally finished his practice.

The spiritual stones on the ground have no spiritual energy and have become a pile of useless stubborn stones.

As he withdrew, the last trace of spiritual energy in the spirit-gathering array was absorbed into his body. After Si Heng checked, his cultivation had only recovered to less than [-]%, although not much, it was enough to deal with general situations.

The monks next to him kept paying attention, and they found Si Heng just after waking up.

Those who were not very close to Si Heng stepped forward one after another and surrounded the man with a hint of urgency on their faces, but they didn't dare to ask casually.

Yi Zhouxiu was not as good as those people, so his movements slowed down a bit. When he got up, Si Heng was already full of people in front of him.

The child's face was not very good-looking, and his face was puffed up. He walked in from behind, then moved to the side of the man, and called Master.

The man's originally expressionless face suddenly became gentle, and he responded, holding Yizhou's messy hair with one hand, combing it with five fingers to gradually straighten it out, then coiled it on top of his head, and tied it up with a Gejin.

After doing this, Si Heng wiped off a little dust on his apprentice's face, and asked him, "Are you scared?"

Yi Zhou shook his head first, then looked at the man's face, and nodded slightly: "A little bit."

The behavior of the two masters and apprentices dispelled the people who were going to sue. The two Nascent Soul stage monks in the front had a silent exchange, and finally stood on the left Xuanyan coughed lightly, and when Si Heng looked over, he bowed slightly and said : "Brother, are you okay?"

Si Heng shook his head: "No problem."

"Then, those people from the Sanxiu League..." He paused as he spoke, and after thinking through it all, he continued: "Look at the fluctuations in the remaining mana, brother and the Sanxiu League have turned against each other?"

The man nodded.

Seeing him nodding, everyone present became a little excited, but they still held back and asked Xuanyan, "I don't know why?"

Si Heng didn't answer right away, he waved out the building boat, led Yi Zhou up first, and brought Anshun up along the way.

Then he turned around and said to the group of people behind him, "Come up and talk about it."

A group of people surrounded Si Heng, and they were already excited when they heard him explain the cause and effect.

"The Loose Cultivation Alliance is deceiving people too much!"

"This matter should be revised and returned to the sect, and reported to the head. Even the small San Xiumeng dare to bully me, Taiyanzong. If you don't teach me a lesson, in the future, the cultivation world will not be able to tell who is the leader of the righteous way. Already!"

"If you want me to say, you don't need to wait for the sect's reply. More than half of the Sanxiu League has been lost in the hands of senior brothers, and I can deal with the remaining half alone."

……

"It doesn't take much effort." Si Heng waited until they had finished talking, before interrupting: "The Sanxiu League has become more and more arrogant over the years. This time, it hurts its muscles and bones. Naturally, someone else wants to go up and tear a piece of flesh."

"I still need to celebrate the birthday of the goddess, so there is no need to waste time." He stood up, left a sentence to call the rest of the disciples back, and then took the disciples and Anshun into the room.

After a few people left, the remaining group of people looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Uncle Master, is he really not going to pursue it?"

"Probably, the San Xiumeng is really nothing."

Some people exclaimed: "Perhaps only with a mind like my uncle's can I improve my cultivation more quickly."

"Brother is right."

"I don't know one thing. What exactly does that mortal do?"

"I don't know."

"do not know."

"It can't be an apprentice again, it looks so old."

"It doesn't matter if you are old. I think that when I entered Taoism in the sixties of my seniors, I was able to ascend to the fairy world after a thousand years. It is not much faster than ordinary people like me."

"Then how many real Tengyu can you find?"

The person with the highest realm left, and there was no pressure left. They gathered together to make noises, and intermittently got angry and wanted to find fault with San Xiumeng, but they were all suppressed by the two Nascent Souls.

Anshun walked forward with the two of them, carving beams and painting buildings all the way, but he didn't dare to distract himself from watching.

The three of them entered Si Heng's room. His room was in the middle of the building, and it was quite a big place. As soon as Yi Zhou entered, he pulled Si Heng to sit down, and then climbed onto him.

Then he greeted Anshun like a master: "Sit down."

"Boy don't dare." Anshun secretly glanced at Si Heng, quickly lowered his head, the words he wanted to say rolled in his throat a few times, and then he said: "What the fairy said before, the way to let the kid practice, but... …Can……"

"Does it still count?" He got stuck in the second half of the sentence, and Si Heng answered it for him. He had a half-smile on his face, and squeezed his apprentice's chubby hand: "Of course it counts."

Before Anshun had time to get excited, he heard him say again: "But this method is a bit painful, and I don't know if you can stick to it."

"Yes, I can." Anshun raised his head and stared at his face, gritted his teeth and said.

"Really?" Si Heng didn't know whether to believe it or not, he tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair, as if tapping on Anshun's heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Anshun heard him say, "All right, you said it."

After Si Heng finished speaking, he hugged Yi Zhou and pinched his chubby face: "You go back to practice first, the master is going to unblock his meridians."

Yi Zhou always felt that Si Heng's injury was still not healed, and he was a little unhappy when he heard the words: "Can't we unblock it after a while?"

"Are you looking for an excuse not to practice?" Si Heng asked: "Although practicing sword is hard work, but fishing for three days and drying the net for two days is not enough. It would be too embarrassing for your master and me if you talk about it."

He shook his head as he spoke, looking ashamed.

The apprentice, who was still very young and hadn't lived for a long time, fell into the pit after a little agitation. I wouldn't make excuses if I threw it down, so I pushed the door angrily and walked out.

After confirming that the apprentice had entered his room, Si Heng closed the door, and when he turned to face Anshun, all the expressions on his face had disappeared, and even the way he looked at him seemed to be looking down from a high place.

Anshun was watched, and gradually lowered his head, but he didn't bend his waist, and he was still thinking about his cultivation.

"Xian... Xianchang, can... can we start now?"

"My apprentice was here just now, so he didn't say anything." Si Heng said.

"Sir, please tell me."

Si Heng said: "Your meridian can't be combed, so you can only reshape it. If you reshape it, your chance of survival is not high. Do you still want to try?"

The person on the opposite side was silent for a long time, and just when Si Heng's patience was about to run out, he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "The boy is willing to try."

He raised his head, and there seemed to be stars shining in his eyes, shining brightly on his ordinary face, and even the words he said were not as weak as before: "The boy is a mortal, even if you don't try this time, There are only fifty or sixty years of life left, and I am willing to trade these lives for a chance."

What he said was categorical, and Si Heng didn't waste any more words. He took out something from the storage bag and put it in front of Anshun.

Suddenly there was a bucket in front of him, which looked like the kind used for bathing in the mortal world.

"Go in." Si Heng said.

Anshun responded, and was about to step in with one foot when he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you want to take off your clothes?"

"Take it off." Si Heng nodded casually, with a few more jade bottles in his hand, without looking at him, he just poured the contents of the jade bottles into another empty bottle.

When Anshun finished taking off his clothes and sat in, Si Heng just happened to fix things.

Take out a portion of the apprentice's original food from the storage bag, the food automatically flies to the top of the wooden barrel, the mouth of the bottle is tilted, and milky white liquid is poured into the wooden barrel.

It was spiritual milk, which was given to Yizhou occasionally after he established his foundation. It was far from the method of mixing a bowl of water with a drop of spiritual milk when he was a child, and mortals simply couldn't bear it.As soon as the milky liquid came into contact with Anshun, he cried out in pain.

But after only yelling, Anshun didn't make another sound. It wasn't because he was resisting, but because another person in the room didn't want to listen to him.

The spiritual milk filled most of the barrel, submerged up to Anshun's jaw.

There was no movement in his body, but he couldn't make a sound or move, so he could only consciously endure the piercing pain.

Just when he was about to pass out from the pain, Si Heng moved. He stood up, walked to the wooden barrel, held the jade bottle in his hand, moved the mouth of the bottle lightly, and dropped a drop of something into it.

"Be patient."

As soon as the drop of liquid entered the wooden barrel, Anshun's face turned pale, and he rolled his eyes. After a while, he regained his sanity and took a slight breath.

It was as if a knife was cutting his body, trying to separate his flesh, tendons and bones one by one.Anshun had never experienced this kind of pain, and it was so painful that he wanted to yell and give up for a moment.

But he couldn't, the other person in the room didn't give him the right to speak, he couldn't even pass out.I could only watch helplessly as the man continued to add liquid into the barrel without haste.

Except for the head, Anshun could no longer feel the existence of his body, the pain and shadows followed him, but he couldn't tell where he was.

After dripping the last drop in the jade bottle, Si Heng stopped and waited quietly beside him.

Anshun's feeling was not wrong, his flesh, tendons and bones were indeed separated one by one, his life was hanging by the spiritual breast, if there was a slight mistake, he would die.

The stripped meridians are naturally better at removing impurities than in the body. Si Heng's mana runs, penetrates under the spiritual milk, finds the meridians, and forces out the impurities in the meridians.

The meridians are fragile and become riddled with holes when mana enters, but after the impurities are forced out, the tattered meridians miraculously begin to recover slowly.

This is also the effect of medicine.

Impurities were removed bit by bit, and the spiritual milk gradually began to turn gray again, and a jade bottle was added on top of the barrel, dripping liquid.

The spiritual milk dripped this time has not been diluted, the liquid is thick, and once it drops, the originally gray liquid turns milky white again.

I don't know how long time passed, until Anshun thought he was in hell, the man next to him finally stopped moving.

The jade bottle above the barrel was retracted, and Si Heng had another bottle in his hand.

Anshun knew this bottle, he widened his eyes suddenly, but he couldn't stop it, he could only watch the liquid dripping in again.

Compared with before, Si Heng's movements are much faster now, the faster the liquid drips, the more pain Anshun will feel.

For a moment, he lost all consciousness due to the pain. His eyes were filled with darkness, and there was an abyss below. There was a quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the abyss, which tempted people to go in. When Anshun stepped into the abyss with one foot, he Suddenly, I remembered what my grandfather said a long time ago when he gave me the heirloom.

"Anshun's good grandson will definitely become a fairy in the future."

The abyss receded, sanity recovered, and there was still boundless pain. The man in front of him raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "It's rare."

After that, the pain finally found the corresponding position, and when he staggered out of the barrel, Anshun felt extremely relaxed all over.

Picking up the clothes on the ground to cover his body, he made a big gift to Si Heng: "Thank you, Immortal Elder, for your kindness in rebirth."

"Don't thank me in a hurry." The action just now took a lot of effort from him, so Si Heng took a rest and said to him, "The head is still left."

Anshun, who thought he had half a foot in the fairyland...

……

When Si Heng was dredging Anshun's meridians, all the other disciples were also present.

Xuanyan originally wanted to ask Si Heng if he wanted to raise the ship, but when he walked outside the door, he found that the room was equipped with a formation.

Thinking that the senior brother was teaching the apprentice to avoid being disturbed by others, Xuan Yan didn't care too much, so he turned and walked back.

Anyway, this trip is only because of Si Heng's commanding position, no matter whether you ask or not, this boat is going to move forward.

As Xuanyan walked, he secretly envied the relationship between the senior brother and his disciples. In the situation yesterday, not all the disciples dared to stand up.

Besides, the apprentice is still so young.

Xuanyan sighed in his heart: The youth is fearless.

He walked halfway, and happened to pass by the room of the little nephew, Xuanyan turned his head to look at the room because of his thoughts, but saw the door suddenly opened, and his nephew, who was about the height of the door latch, came out.

"Uncle Master." Yi Zhou lowered his head and called out.

"Master nephew?" Xuanyan looked at the child, then looked back at the innermost door, and said with a dry smile, "You are not with your master."

"No." Upon hearing this, Xiaowa's round face elongated a bit, she glanced at the innermost door like Xuan Yan, and said with a pout, "The disciple has gone to practice."

"Go." As soon as Xuanyan finished speaking, the door closed again in front of his eyes.