Little People of Cultivation

Thunder Sword Master looked at the person in front of him, his face was calm and indifferent like that of a high-level cultivator facing a low-level cultivator, but his eyes were very complicated.

In front of him stood a huge ice crystal pillar with a small flame inside.

Fire in Ice, a very rare ice-attributed abnormal fire among heaven and earth spirit fires.

Bai Moran lowered his head and sat upright, fearing that something wrong with him would offend the venerable in front of him.

Although Thunder Sword Master is Bai Ling's master, Yuanying cultivator's Wia is irresistible to me, a small foundation-builder. Bai Moran felt trembling and fearful in the face of the prehistoric giant beast.

It has been a month since I left that secret realm. Except for the map of the secret realm that I handed in, many people have exchanged the good things they got in the secret realm to the Zongmen in exchange for things that can be used in their own realm, but Bai Moran is different. A lot of good things, especially the fire in the ice, as soon as he came back, he wanted to offer treasures to Bai Ling, but he didn't expect Bai Ling to retreat and prepare to break through the Nascent Soul stage. After a few days of hesitation, Bai Moran still begged to see Thunder Sword Master.

"Fire in the ice." Sword Master Lei Ting sighed, looking at Bai Moran who was sitting there respectfully, his eyes were more complicated, with this and that apprentice, he would probably be able to advance to the Nascent Soul stage more smoothly, it was only Bai Ling's decision Really right?

Inexplicably, Thunder Sword Master had a premonition that Bai Ling would regret it in the future.

No one in the entire cultivation world would ignore the hunch of a cultivator, especially a high-level cultivator.

"I will give this to Bai Ling. As for you..." Thunder Sword Master looked at Bai Moran with unpredictable eyes and said, "Would you like to go to a higher sect to cultivate?"

Bai Moran couldn't help being taken aback, the superior sect?

What do you mean?

Wouldn't it be what he thought?

With such doubts in mind, Bai Moran must have raised his head, and looked at Thunder Sword Master for the first time.

This is a very outrageous behavior. If other low-level cultivators dare to look at me like this, they will definitely be taught a little lesson by Thunder Sword Master. But at this time, Bai Moran is sitting in front of him, and his disciples value him very much. Thunder Sword Master was unexpectedly tolerant, even willing to explain to Bai Moran: "Our cultivation world is just a small world, and there are three thousand realms of practitioners, and our cultivation world is only one of them."

Bai Moran easily accepted this statement, after all he also read cultivation novels in his previous life.

"Although Yunhuazong is a great sect here, it is very small in the Three Thousand Realms of Cultivators. In order to survive better, Yunhuazong is attached to a big sect, that is the big sect in Huayang Realm, the Void Spirit Sect .”

When he walked out of the mountain of Thunder Sword Master, Bai Moran was still a little dizzy, and the words of Thunder Sword Master were still circling in his mind.

"The elders of Yunhuazong all have a recommendation quota, and I can recommend you to go to Xulingzong to practice."

"This is a small cultivation world, while Huayang Realm is a medium-sized cultivation world. The concentration of aura there is much higher than here. It will be faster to practice there than here."

"Bai Ling is about to conceive a baby, and you are just establishing the foundation. I don't think you want to let the distance between you grow wider and wider."

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It is impossible for Bai Moran not to be shaken by Lei Tingjian condescending to talk to him, and it is impossible for Bai Moran not to think about what he said.

Thunder Sword Master was right, the distance between him and Bai Ling was getting wider and wider.

Back at the Green Spring Hall on Liuli Peak, Bai Moran took off his clothes and immersed himself in the medicine spring, feeling the water from the medicine spring to heal the dark wounds in his body little by little, Bai Moran thought about Thunder Sword Master's proposal again.

Exploring the secret realm seems easy, and Bai Moran seems to have reaped a lot of money in it, but there has always been an inexplicable suppression in the secret realm, and only cultivators below the golden core can enter, even if there are high-level cultivators sneaking in, they can only exert their full potential. The strength of the foundation building period is one of the manifestations of this suppression.

In addition, after leaving the secret realm, Bai Moran had many dark wounds in his body, which were very small, and other cultivators would ignore the dark wounds, but they were very numerous, densely covered with various organs of Bai Moran's body, making Bai Moran I can't swallow pills to heal these dark wounds, so I have been using springs to heal my wounds for a month.

After Bai Moran left, Thunder Sword Master came to the place where Bai Ling retreated. Although there were many restrictions here, for Bai Ling's master, this was a place where he could come and go as he pleased.

And in this secret room, a huge ice block stands in the center, and there is a person in the ice block, it is Bai Ling.

It's just that Bai Ling in this state doesn't seem to be practicing breakthrough.

"Bai Ling, that little guy named Bai Moran is back, and he brought you this." Thunder Sword Master walked to the ice, opened his mouth lightly, opened his slender fingers, and a light blue flame appeared in his palm.

The eyelashes of Bai Ling's eyes trembled in the ice, and opened slightly, revealing a pair of indifferent eyes that implied struggle.

Thunder Sword Master sighed, even though Bai Ling's will was exceptionally tenacious, it was still too much effort to forcibly annihilate some qualities in his soul, if he was not careful, he might cause damage to his soul, which would lead to the failure of infant formation, or even a regression in his cultivation.