ghost master

Seeing that the person who attacked him was Han Lin, Wang Xiaopang's tears that had stopped a little bit fell down again, and he felt angry, resentful and hated.

This is a ghost.Wang Xiaopang raised his left hand and wiped his tears with the back of his hand, after wiping away the tears, he saw the Heavenly Punishment Whip he was still holding in his hand, so he had an idea in his mind.

Just now he saw Han Lin was injured by the Tianxing whip, it didn't seem to be the injury, but Han Lin didn't seem to be able to touch the whip.

Want to take revenge... Wang Xiaopang held the whip tightly, looked at Han Lin with tears in his eyes, hesitating whether to beat him or not.

Han Lin knew what Wang Xiaopang was thinking, and instead of being angry, he supported it.

"Call here." Han Lin said calmly. Since he wants to exercise Wang Xiaopang's reaction ability, he can't let him dodge. It is best to be able to dodge and counterattack.

But Wang Xiaopang held the whip and looked at Han Lin for a long time, but he shrank back and didn't dare to hit him.

No guts.What Han Lin dislikes the most is Wang Xiaopang. If he had had the courage to face the wild wolf just now, he would never have fallen to the point of being bitten on the shoulder, but the child's first thought was dodge.

Are all children in the mortal world like this?Or is Wang Xiaopang too well protected?This kind of subconscious choice to escape will suffer a lot in this cultivation world, and will be looked down upon by others.

However, Wang Xiaopang's ability to avoid his attack was already progress, and too many lessons were not conducive to his growth, so Han Lin didn't say anything although he was dissatisfied.

"Release the exercise of cross-legged running after the healing operation, and the aura gathers at the broken bones to promote the healing of the bones and muscles." Han Lin instructed Wang Xiaopang.

Wang Xiaopang did as he did, crying while practicing the exercises. He didn't know if it was the pain or depression in his heart. After about an hour, his broken shoulder bone healed, and the sharp dull pain also dissipated. Xiaopang tore off his clothes and looked at his shoulders, only bruises remained, so he ended the treatment.

It has to end if it doesn't end, his spiritual power has been exhausted.

Wang Xiaopang continued to stare at Han Lin with his small shoulders exposed. He didn't cry anymore, but his eyes were still steamy, and his aggrieved appearance was only short of writing a sentence on his face:

The baby feels bitter, but the baby doesn't say anything.

Han Lin saw that Wang Xiaopang's shoulder was still bruised, so he floated over and stroked it carefully, feeling the recovery of his bones.

Han Lin's hands are big, and Wang Xiaopang has not completely shed the child's roots, so Han Lin's big palm can cover Wang Xiaopang's entire small shoulder, and he touched the small and thin shoulder first. After a while, he followed Wang Xiaopang's shoulders to his slender neck, and then from his back to his chest, until he touched Wang Xiaopang's oblique half of his body to make sure that there was no crack in his bones before he felt relieved. Withdraw your hand.

"Get dressed and go back." Han Lin patted Wang Xiaopang's head lightly.

Wang Xiaopang didn't move, just lowered his head and touched his feet.

"Soft feet?"

Wang Xiaopang didn't say a word, and continued to touch his feet with his little head drooping.

Han Lin looked down at the child sitting on the snow throwing a tantrum, he was silent for a while, then turned and squatted down in front of Wang Xiaopang.

"Come up."

It took a while before Han Lin noticed a small and warm body on his back.

The temperature of the child is very high.Han Lin supported Wang Xiaopang's butt and stood up.

Or maybe his body is too cold.

The two walked silently along the way. When they passed by a tree, Wang Xiaopang saw a squirrel, so he twisted his body and chased after it, and his feet turned up. Then Han Lin found that Wang Xiaopang's pants were short. up.

Speaking of which, Wang Xiaopang has been in the sect for a year and a half, and he hasn't changed into new clothes yet.

After the squirrel passed by, Han Lin asked Wang Xiaopang, "How tall are you?"

Wang Xiaopang didn't say a word, lying on Han Lin's broad back a little wearily.

"1.2 meters?"

How is he so short.

"1.4 meters." Wang Xiaopang muttered in a low voice.

"lie."

"A little more than 1.3 meters... right... where is Master?"

"1.8 meters eight." Han Lin recalled that when he met Wang Xiaopang a year and a half ago, he was only over one meter tall, and he was short and fat, completely different from what he is now.

so high!Wang Xiaopang was not very happy. After he entered the world of comprehension, he found that the height of comprehension practitioners was generally higher than that of ordinary people, but his parents were still relatively short among ordinary people.

His father seems to be less than 1.7 meters, and his mother is only more than 1.5 meters... Wang Xiaopang faintly felt something was wrong.

"When I go back, I will ask the sect for a new Taoist uniform. This one is not suitable." Han Lin said, and at the end, he added: "Practice hard, you will grow taller."

"Oh..." Wang Xiaopang murmured, muttering in his heart: Don't you drink more milk?

Wang Xiaopang originally planned to ignore Han Rin, but started chatting with him without paying attention, and forgot the depression just now while chatting.

Han Lin already knew that Wang Xiaopang was the kind of person whose scars healed and forgot the pain, so he was not worried at all that Wang Xiaopang hated him, really hated him.

If possible, Han Lin hoped that Wang Xiaopang would bear his grudge, which would arouse his self-motivation more easily, but a person's nature is there, and it is difficult to change.

Take it easy, there is some progress today.

Han Lin went back with Wang Xiaopang on his back. No one found out what happened in Xueyeling except two people.

Han Yang and Han Yaoguang, the two Nascent Soul stage pillars of Xuetianzong, are the only ones who noticed a small dark cloud gathering over Xueyeling. Sensitive, so I felt this subtle aura fluctuation.

Sitting in a stone cave, Han Yaoguang stretched out his hand to caress his beard. At first he thought that a cultivator in the transformation stage had summoned the thunder, but later he released his consciousness and realized that it was a small movement made by a disciple in the cultivation stage.

Wang Xiaopang and Han Yaoguang knew about it. His disciples had mentioned it to him, and said that this son was likely to become the second "Han Lin" and become the myth of the new generation of Snow Heaven Sect, but after he heard about it, he dismissed it disapprovingly. .

Han Lin is a genius who is rare in a thousand years in the cultivation world, even if Wang Xiaopang has the same talent as Han Lin, he is definitely not as talented as him.

Han Yaoguang originally thought so, but now he changed his mind.

Although the child was a little embarrassed when dealing with wild wolves, he was indeed a junior worth looking forward to.

Han Yaoguang closed his eyes and continued to study, he was optimistic, but he would not interfere with Wang Xiaopang.

This is the Snow Sky Sect, which implements the most liberal stocking policy.

In another cave in the snow mountain, a 27-year-old handsome young man looked at Wang Xiaopang thousands of miles away with great interest, and saw the 11-year-old child walking alone in the snow-covered forest .

Is this the real scene or has it been doctored?Han Yang couldn't tell the difference, the consciousness was like a bat's sonic radar, the information fed back was not absolutely true, it would be interfered by the consciousness of other monks, and could even be tampered with.

He is a cultivation base in the mid-Yuanying period, and only monks in the transformation stage want to tamper with the information fed back by his spiritual consciousness.

However, the weak fluctuations in the thunder attribute aura cannot be easily covered up, at least...

Han Lin of Binglinggen couldn't do it.

There is one thing that Han Yaoguang didn't think about but caught Han Yang's attention, and that is the thunder system practiced by Wang Xiaopang.

Even though the thunder system is famous for being powerful and swift, it is difficult to attract the sky thunder, and Han Yang happened to know that there is a top-level thunder system that specializes in sky thunder.

200 years ago, a group of monks found the site of Venerable Zidian, who ruled the world of comprehension for 4000 years. After several fights with other monks, they each snatched a treasure. What Han Lin snatched was an ancient fire-attribute treasure, and What he snatched was this top-level exercise book.

Han Yang flipped his palm, and a blood-red lotus lantern appeared on his palm.

There seemed to be a deep and cold male voice in my ear: "Junior brother, you are the fire spirit root, and this ancient lotus flower is just right for you."

"But the exercise book I snatched is useless to you and me, wouldn't it be too much of a disadvantage for you to exchange it with me?"

"No problem."

Han Yang smiled slightly, it's time to meet that Wang Xiaopang.