ghost master

Wang Xiaopang, who was touching his belly, was stunned: "Lingshi?"

Li Daoren saw Wang Xiaopang's confused look, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked Wang Xiaopang nervously: "Don't you have any?"

After Li Daoren took Wang Xiaopang's referral fee last month, he spent all of it on buying elixirs, and relied on those elixirs to successfully raise his cultivation to the eighth level of the Qi refining stage, but this was not enough!

If a monk in the Qi refining period does not build a foundation, he will have a lifespan of about 120 years. Li Daoren is now 97 years old. If he does not build a foundation, the deadline will come, and he still does not want to die!

So Li Daoren came to Wang Xiaopang to ask Wang Xiaopang to continue to buy elixir with a thick face.

Wang Xiaopang shook his head and answered truthfully: "No."

He didn't even know what it was.

"How could it be... You are clearly qualified as a foreign spirit root, and the sect should fully support your cultivation!" Li Daoren looked at the storage bag hanging on Wang Xiaopang's waist, and stretched out his hand towards him: "Your storage bag show me."

Wang Xiaopang saw Li Daoren's excited expression, so he obediently tore off his storage bag and handed it over. Li Daoren took it and saw that there were only a few broken things in the small storage bag in twos and threes, nothing at all. The shadow of Lingshi.

While Li Daoren was checking the storage bag, Wang Xiaopang quietly looked at Han Lin beside him, and asked him in his heart: [Master, what is the spirit stone? ]

"In some places with strong spiritual energy, ordinary stones are rich in spiritual energy formed by a large amount of spiritual energy for many years. According to the concentration, they can be divided into upper, middle and lower grades. Cultivators can directly absorb spiritual energy from spiritual stones for cultivation. It is much faster than absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and besides that, it is the currency in the cultivation world." Han Lin told Wang Xiaopang clearly what Lingshi is.

Although Han Lin had a cold attitude towards Wang Xiaopang, he would always answer Wang Xiaopang's questions in as much detail as possible when Wang Xiaopang had any questions.

Wang Xiaopang understood. Just when he wanted to ask Han Lin another question, Daoren Li returned the storage bag to him.

"Snow Heaven Sect didn't even give you a single spirit stone." Li Daoren was very disappointed, his face looked a little older.

Wang Xiaopang looked at Han Lin again, and Han Lin explained lightly: "Only monks above the alchemy stage can make offerings, and the rest of the disciples have to earn spirit stones by doing tasks. If you didn't accept the task, naturally you don't have spirit stones."

Wang Xiaopang thought for a while after hearing the words, then stared at the extremely disappointed Li Daoren for a while, then came up with an idea, and said with a smile: "Father might as well come to me next month, and I will give you the spirit stone then."

Li Daoren's expression brightened in an instant, Wang Xiaopang rubbed the back of his head and giggled, but a big cold hand clasped his small head hard, and there was a sudden gust of wind.

Both Wang Xiaopang and Li Daoren shuddered.

"Wang Xiaopang, you are so courageous." Han Lin looked down at Wang Xiaopang with a sullen face, with silver hair fluttering around and ghostly: "Did you ask the deity what you said just now?"

Wang Xiaopang's body was stiff, his head was held by Han Rin, so he couldn't move, so he could only say to Han Rin in his heart: "Master, my adoptive father seems to need the spirit stone very much. ]

Han Lin snorted coldly, and his hostility increased a little, "Don't think that this deity doesn't know that you are trying to escape from cultivation!"

Wang Xiaopang's mind was exposed, and he felt that his back was very cold, so his body shivered.

"Your Majesty!"

Wang Xiaopang fell to his knees with a "thud dong", and his body trembled even more. Although he had been with Han Lin for half a month, his fear had not completely dissipated, and he had to turn on the lamp all night to barely fall asleep at night.

No one knows how terrifying it is to have a white shadow floating in the corner of the eye every day. Even if you squat in a latrine and look up, you can see a pair of straight eyes through the crack of the door.

"How long do you want to squat?" The ghost glared at him through the crack of the door: "Come out and practice!"

I will cry if I continue.

Seeing Wang Xiaopang suddenly get off the chair and kneel on the ground, Li Daoren couldn't help being stunned, "Little Fatty, what are you doing?"

After Wang Xiaopang knelt down, he happened to face Li Daoren, and Han Lin instructed Wang Xiaopang, "Reject him."

[But I have already agreed...] Wang Xiaopang went to a private school for a while and read a few books, so he knew that it was wrong to backtrack.

Han Lin narrowed his eyes, "Do you want to disobey the deity?"

Wang Xiaopang was so guilty that he was about to cry: [Master, you just let me take on a task to play around, and practice in the house every day, and my disciples have grown hair...]

"Clearly there is no hair at all!" Han Lin seemed too lazy to talk to Wang Xiaopang. His ethereal figure turned into smoke and entered into Wang Xiaopang's left eye covered with a bandage. Wang Xiaopang, who was kneeling on the ground, only felt his head Empty, light all over, by the time he reacted, he was already floating in the sky.

Looking at himself kneeling on the ground, Wang Xiaopang exclaimed: "Huh——!!"

I saw "Wang Xiaopang" who lowered his head slowly raised his head, the dark eyes protruding from the bandages were bright and energetic, and there was an inexplicable arrogance on his body, even the short and fat figure It looked a bit upright.

Wang Xiaopang's facial features are actually not ugly, his skin is white and tender, his hair is black and soft, but his flesh is thick, making him round and very cute.

"Wang Xiaopang" stood up from the ground. He patted his clothes a few times with a cold expression, and sat back on the chair unhurriedly. He first took the teacup and took a sip calmly, then looked at him On the opposite side, Li Daoren had no expression on his small face, yet somehow made people nervous.

Wang Xiaopang, who was floating in the air, was actually so handsome by "myself", he was floating in the box, staring at "myself" sitting there with big round eyes, and his heart was beating fast.

Well, what a strange feeling... Wang Xiaopang blushed, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that something was wrong, that his body was snatched away by this ghost!Not to mention becoming a ghost, but it is actually...

*! ! !

"Wow!" Wang Xiaopang yelled in the air, with his bare ass and his hands covering the little bird.

"Wang Xiaopang" who was sitting there didn't even look at a certain naked little boy floating like a balloon, he looked at Li Daoren who was obviously suspicious, and said coldly: "Father, just now Fatty forgot a rule, if you don’t reach the fifth level of Qi Refining in the sect, you can’t accept tasks to earn spirit stones, so what you just said doesn’t count.”

Li Daoren became anxious when he heard the words. He looked suspiciously at Wang Xiaopang, who had suddenly changed his senses and demeanor: "Little Fatty, what's wrong with you? You suddenly knelt down to me just now, and it will become... so weird again. Is it not enough to eat?"

Li Daoren has been with Wang Xiaopang for more than two months, and he knows that there is nothing that food can't solve. If there is, it means that there is not enough food for Wang Xiaopang.

After Li Daoren finished speaking, he wanted to call the shop waiter to come over, but was stopped by "Wang Xiaopang".

"Father, don't let Xiaopang eat too much. Xiaopang doesn't have a big frame. You feed him so round." "Wang Xiaopang" said with a bit of reproach and seriousness in it. Fa felt strange, but what was strange was that he felt afraid to speak in front of the current "Wang Xiaopang"?

Where does the fear come from?Li Daoren was shocked, and couldn't help staring at "Wang Xiaopang", "Wang Xiaopang" seemed to be unhappy, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, Li Daoren was shocked, and lowered his head sweating profusely.

What a terrifying mental deterrent!This is by no means a powerful spiritual consciousness that only Wang Xiaopang, who is on the second floor of the Qi refining stage, can possess!

Li Daoren has been in the cultivation world for many years, his face was pale, he respectfully bowed to "Wang Xiaopang", and asked in fear: "Senior, did you just take away the body of my adopted son?"

The way of heaven allows a cultivator to take another person's body and continue to survive after the body is necrotic, but only once, because there is only one chance, so every monk will cherish this unique opportunity, and try to find a pair of root bones before being summoned by the ghost world. Excellent body, and Wang Xiaopang's abnormal spirit root physique is naturally the best new body.

"Wang Xiaopang" raised his eyebrows, and put the teacup in his hand on the table: "Since you have seen through it, I won't pretend anymore, this body is already mine, and I still want to borrow the original identity of this body Live, so you better keep your mouth shut."

Li Daoren knew that this person's original cultivation base was definitely much higher than his, but he was unwilling to leave just now, so he lowered his head and thought, bit the bullet and gritted his teeth and said: "Senior, I have a deep relationship with my adopted son..."

"Three years later, the sect will come to find me, and then I will give you a foundation-building pill." "Wang Xiaopang" interrupted Li Daoren, knowing that he would not give up without giving him some benefits.

Daoren Li was very pleasantly surprised when he heard the words. As the name suggests, this foundation building pill can allow monks in the Qi refining period to break through the bottleneck and build a foundation smoothly. , is the best kind of elixir for monks in the Qi refining period.

The market price of Jidan is 500 yuan for a low-grade spirit stone. Even a big sect like Xue Tianzong only takes out ten pills every year to encourage the disciples of the outer sect, and let them obtain it through competition.

Li Daoren was very satisfied with the gag fee, and immediately recruited the waiter in the store to have a few polite words with the monk who took away the body of "Wang Xiaopang" to get closer, but Han Lin just threw up his sleeves and left, let Li Daoren touch it A nose of ashes.

Han Lin doesn't care if the relationship between Wang Xiaopang and Daoren Li is really close. In short, Daoren Li will not disturb Wang Xiaopang's cultivation in the next three years. He walks on the road of the town calmly. With the spiritual eyes, you will find that his hand is holding a string made of spiritual energy, and the string is floating in the sky, as if it is entwined with something.

Only Guixiu knows what Han Lin is holding.

He used a spirit rope to lead a naked little boy floating in the sky.

"Master!!! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The round boy covered Xiao DingDing with one hand and covered his face with the other. His ears were flushed with embarrassment and his face was full of tears from crying. But it feels pitiful and cute.

Blue sky, white clouds, two identical little boys, one walking on the ground, the other floating in the sky, this scene is very good.