Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

"Then Qingheng Mountain also wants this spiritual fruit."

When Xiao Jianyuan said this, everyone was stunned.

On the opposite side, the man headed by Ling Xiaozong took a step forward: "You..."

Fu Yaoye's sword was faster than him, and the snow-like sword shadow lay in front of him. He smiled slightly and looked at the people of Ling Xiaozong, but he was full of murderous aura, but his tone was cold: "I didn't hear my senior brother say ?"

"Qingheng Mountain also wants this spiritual fruit."

The face of the person opposite changed a few times, and he winked at the few people behind him.

Then, Hai Jing was suddenly hit by something, and Fu Yaoye was so shocked that he took a step back.

The disciple of Ling Xiaozong specializes in spiritual weapons, and it was a piece of white silk-like spiritual weapon that hit Haijing: "Okay, let's see who can grab it."

Xiao Jianyuan's face darkened, and he drew his sword out of its sheath.

"You're not fully injured, so don't move," Su Baimu pressed his hand, and said in a low voice, "Ziyuan, come and stay here with Senior Brother Sheng."

Xiao Jianyuan opened his mouth: "Hey..."

He watched Su Baimu and Jin Chuliu rush forward.

Faint golden runes floated around everyone, Lu Ziyuan held a piece of rune paper between her fingertips, stood with Xiao Jianyuan, and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Sheng, I will protect you."

The talisman paper in the girl's hand trembled slightly. Xiao Jianyuan thought she was a little scared at first, but he saw her bright eyes looking at the senior brothers who rushed forward.

It was the first time for Lu Ziyuan to encounter such a scene. She was always protected by Qingheng Mountain's senior brothers, but now she was able to stand in front of Xiao Jianyuan, and she was a little excited.

Seeing this, Xiao Jianyuan raised the corners of his lips slightly, and put away Tianshu.

He wasn't worried about the scuffle.

Haijing's sword edge seemed to be coated with a layer of frost, and the sword intent was sharp.

Xiao Jianyuan stared at the man holding the sword intently.

... After all, Fu Yaoye was there.

The Yanbai tiger roared angrily, its sharp claws were sharp; the vines rising from the ground swayed wildly;

Fu Yaoye's sword seemed to be light and light, but in fact it was swift and changeable, like flowing clouds and flowing water, mercilessly cut off that section of white silk.

"I admit defeat! The spirit fruit is for you!"

Several disciples of Ling Xiaozong were still resentful: "Senior Brother Lin!"

"Okay," the leading man stopped them and shouted back, "We are not as good as them."

He looked coldly at Zhuang Han who was standing aside, out of the way, snorted coldly, and threw the red spirit fruit towards Xiao Jianyuan.

Xiao Jianyuan raised his hand to take it, and cupped his hands with a smile: "Thank you."

After Ling Xiaozong's people left, Xiao Jianyuan handed the spirit fruit to Su Baimu: "Put it away."

Su Baimu raised his eyebrows: "You don't want it?"

Xiao Jianyuan waved his hand: "What's the use of me?"

The color of the spiritual fruit is bright red, but its appearance is ordinary, just like a mortal apple.

"The characteristic of this spiritual fruit is that it has enough aura, but it has no other use other than replenishing aura," Su Baimu said, "just to heal your wounds."

"I'm almost healed," Xiao Jianyuan stretched out his hand, motioning for him to feel his pulse, "The elixir you gave me before was not bad... Oh, by the way, remember to make it smaller next time."

Su Baimu was a little puzzled: "Why?"

"Senior brother," Fu Yaoye put away his sword and walked over, Xiao Jianyuan quickly looked him up and down: "How are you, are you not injured?"

"No," Fu Yaoye shook his head and said, looking down at the spiritual fruit again, he said slowly: "Brother, please put away the spiritual fruit, maybe you can use it in the future."

Xiao Jianyuan still wanted to decline, but Zhuang Han suddenly appeared: "Are you all Qingheng Mountains so humble?"

He laughed and said, "If you set a price, just sell it to me."

Xiao Jianyuan heard the words, turned around and raised his eyebrows and smiled, his handsome face was unreasonably coquettish: "Good."

Yan Baihu paced back and forth anxiously, Jin Chuliu looked at him disapprovingly, Lu Ziyuan also frowned, and called: "Senior Brother Sheng..."

Xiao Jianyuan glanced at her reassuringly, and said to Zhuang Han: "If fellow Daoist Zhuang wants it, you can exchange it with three high-grade spiritual weapons."

Zhuang Han's face froze, and he couldn't believe it: "Three high-grade spiritual weapons?!"

"That's right," Xiao Jianyuan looked at him throwing the spiritual fruit up and down with a half-smile, "My junior brother is the youngest foundation builder in the cultivation world, a disciple of Changhua Peak in Qingheng Mountain, personally handed down by Master Mu Gui. sword cultivator,"

He seems to have specially emphasized the word "sword repair".

"Three high-grade spirit weapons are not too many. After all, many people want to see Hai Jing's sword intent, but they have not been able to do so."

Behind him, Fu Yaoye lowered her head, and Lu Ziyuan, who was standing beside him, did not miss the curve of his mouth. She turned her head and saw Zhuang Han's deflated expression, and she couldn't help but smiled softly.

Naturally, the spiritual fruit cannot be compared with the three high-grade spiritual weapons, and Xiao Jianyuan would not think that Zhuang Han would change it, and said: "By the way, Fellow Daoist Zhuang, we have a mission to come to Qingheng Mountain this time. I'm afraid we won't be able to go together; Zhuang Daoyou knows so many practitioners, there is no shortage of companions."

After he finished speaking, he signaled the disciples of Qingheng Mountain to leave with him.

After walking for a while, Fu Yaoye looked at the black hair hanging down like flowing clouds behind the green-clothed Jianxiu beside him, and asked, "Senior brother seems to dislike that Zhuang Han of the Canglan Sect?"

Xiao Jianyuan coughed lightly, and said awkwardly, "How could that be?"

He said: "After all, they are both sword cultivators. We met each other by fate. Next time we have a chance, we might as well compete with him..."

Xiao Jianyuan thought that he covered up his rejection of Zhuang Han very well; no matter how kind and polite Zhuang Han acted on his face, Xiao Jianyuan would never forget his humiliation against Yao Ye in the original book.

Careless.

He thought to himself that he should return the few swords he made to the protagonist.

Zhuang Han's brocade clothes were stained in several places, but he didn't care about it. He cut off the weeds in front of him with a sullen face.

Do you really think you are a peerless genius?

It's not even inferior to his own junior!

He sneered, even if Qingheng Mountain is the number one sect of cultivation, wouldn't the sword master only be Yao Zhenren?

Even the current sect leader, Master Mu Gui, is not as skilled as his master uncle, Master He Guang, with swordsmanship...

Zhuang Han walked all the way to the depths of the woods, when he suddenly heard something, he quickly adjusted his expression.

There was a faint rustling sound in the grass, Zhuang Han was a little puzzled, and stepped lightly.

When he saw the tragedy in front of him, he almost cried out in shock.

The Ling Xiaozong disciples who had just left for a short time fell to the ground at this time, their faces were haggard, skinny, and their eyes were round and round, like skeletons covered with a layer of human skin.

If it weren't for the Taoist robes they were wearing, Zhuang Han would not have recognized them at all.

"Run away..."

The person at his feet suddenly made a sound, and Zhuang Han was so startled that he yelled and fell to the ground: "Ah!"

The survivor was as angry as a thread: "Demon Cultivator, it's Demon Cultivator."

The man raised his bone-like hand, as if he had exhausted his last bit of strength, and tightly grasped Zhuang Han's trousers:

"The magician came in too,"

"Quickly tell the other sects...tell Qingheng Mountain..."

His last few words were almost silent, but his hands were still tightly clutching Zhuang Han's trousers.

"Ho...ho..."

Zhuang Han was startled, backed up on hands and feet, hurriedly got up and ran back.

To tell Qingheng Mountain...

He ran desperately and ran in the direction he had just left.

There were a lot of weeds on the forest path, he tripped over a dead tree and fell to the ground, blood gushing from the wound.

Zhuang Han struggled to get up, but his hands and feet turned into mud.

I have to catch up with them and tell them that Moxiu has also entered the realm of Yundu...

Blood stained an unremarkable weed, and the green branches and leaves gradually turned red as if they had sucked blood.

Zhuang Han's eyes were distracted, but he still struggled to crawl forward, as if there was a ghost behind him demanding his life.

and many more.

He stopped suddenly, and slowly stood up while supporting the tree trunk.

Why did he tell the people in Qingheng Mountain?

Zhuang Han blinked twice, and patted the dust off his body.

Why tell them?

How can I convince them of their attitude towards me now that I'm catching up with them?

When they meet Moxiu, they will naturally know...

The corner of his mouth curled up in a weird arc, and then he staggered towards the other direction.

The weed that was stained with blood had already been crushed and broken by him at some point, and could no longer stand up.

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"Magic to God":

"...

Fu Yaoye plucked the spiritual fruit at the top of the branch, and jumped down with fluttering white clothes, as if he was a banished fairy.

Lu Ziyuan was pleasantly surprised: "This is probably the spiritual fruit that Senior Brother Su mentioned." '

Seeing her so excited, Fu Yaoye pursed his lips, and handed the spiritual fruit to her: "I don't need it either, so give it to my senior sister." '

'Ah, how can this work? Lu Ziyuan hastily declined, "After all, you picked it off." '

'But it was also the senior sister who discovered it first. '

Bai Ye's ponytail is high, and his eyes are like morning stars with a slight smile: "Senior sister, put it away first." '

......"