Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

Yue Fubai has been carefree by himself for hundreds of years, and it is the first time he has accepted a young apprentice, as if he has added a concern out of thin air in this world of mortals. He has a lot of heart for Mu Xingna.

Because of the damage to the spiritual roots, Mu Xing's spiritual power was not running smoothly when he was practicing, and the more he became white, he relied on his own deep spiritual power. Every three days, he used his own spiritual power to warm and nourish the spiritual veins of the young apprentice. Supplemented with various treasures of heaven and earth, Mu Xing's spiritual roots were gradually restored.

If this matter is told, no one will believe it at all.

How important is the spiritual power of a monk?How can it be spent on others regardless of the cost?

Taking another [-] steps back, how important is a monk's spiritual veins, how can he allow other people's spiritual power to break in without defense?

If the other party has a bad intention, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But one of them was accepting apprentices for the first time in hundreds of years, and gave Mu Xing all his love.The other is that there is absolutely no common sense in the world of cultivation.

The two of them didn't feel anything wrong.

The other one is the issue of cultivation.

Originally, Yue Fubai planned to ask some of his infrequent drinking and meat friends how to teach his disciples.

But before that, Mu Xing had shown an astonishing talent—no matter what kind of exercises he practiced, he could advance by leaps and bounds.

Yue Fubai felt that his little apprentice was a genius.

He is a genius, so how can he be measured by ordinary people's standards?

He didn't ask for advice anymore, and planned to teach with Mu Xing's upper limit.

Apart from cultivation, he also had to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting—how could his more flimsy disciple be an unrefined commoner?

Fortunately, Mu Xing has the memories of the previous worlds, and he is naturally talented.He is like a sponge, the more he gets better, the more things are given to him in vain, he can accept them all, and he can learn to look good.

The key point is that the premise of adding so many things is that his cultivation progress has not slowed down at all.

Three years to build the foundation.

Six-year Golden Elixir.

For the 16-year-old Jindan cultivator, looking at the two ways of righteousness and evil, they are also rare.

What's more, unlike those direct descendants of the martial arts sect who have been nurturing and purifying their marrow with natural materials and treasures since their mother's womb, Mu Xing only started practicing with Yue Fubai at the age of seven.

He was also dug out of the spiritual root, and the progress of alchemy was deliberately delayed in order to repair the spiritual root.

this day.

Mu Xing was chatting with Yue Fubai when suddenly his expression changed.

Yue Fubai smiled and said, "Oh, an old friend came to visit."

As soon as the voice fell, a man in black appeared out of nowhere in the hall.

Just looking at him, Mu Xing was secretly startled: this man in black, the bloody aura all over his body is almost solidified, if it is an ordinary person, even looking at him will affect his mind.

The bloodthirsty eyes of the man in black turned white and white, and fell on Mu Xing.

Mu Xing only felt as if he was being targeted by some fierce beast, and the spiritual power in his body was naturally circulating, ready to attack at any time.

Yue Fubai said dissatisfiedly: "Heibai, you scared my good apprentice."

As soon as these words came out, Mu Xing felt the pressure on his body lighten.

The man in black suppressed the evil spirit on his body, and looked at Mu Xing with a strange expression: "This is your precious apprentice who is hiding from us?"

He restrained his momentum so that Mu Xing had the strength to see this man's appearance clearly: his facial features were deep, his face was too pale for his handsomeness, his eyes were extremely black, and in the black, ominous blood flashed occasionally.

Compared with Yue Fubai, this person can be seen as a demon at a glance.

Originally, he was more frivolous and dissatisfied that this person rushed in without saying hello, but when he heard his apprentice was mentioned, he was immediately led astray.

"What do you mean hiding and not letting you see? That's because I practice hard and don't care about the colorful world outside!"

He said to Mu Xing: "Teacher, this black and white old ghost is an old friend of the teacher. He entered the Tao by killing. Although he is not a good person, his strength is not bad. If you encounter any difficulties outside in the future opponent, just report his name."

Mu Xing knew that the person in front of him was a good friend of Master.

He immediately bowed down and saluted as a junior: "Mu Xing, junior, I have seen this..."

He got stuck, this person can't just be called Black and White Old Ghost, can he?

The man in black pulled out an unskilled smile: "The world respectfully calls me Lord Wuchang."

Mu Xing then said, "I've seen Uncle Wuchang."

Yue Fubai was disdainful at the side: "What is an honorific title, it's because you have killed too many people, and people call you impermanence who takes your life."

Although he teased like this, Mu Xing is no longer the little guy who didn't understand anything nine years ago.

Nine years is enough for him to understand the world.

Mr. Wuchang, one of the nine masters of the demonic sect, entered the Tao by killing, and in terms of combat power alone, he is one of the best among the nine sects of the demonic sect.

When it comes to fame...

The other eight demon sects.

Because this senior entered the Tao with killing, he likes to kill people.

He is almost a discipline inspector who walks in the realm of comprehension. Regardless of whether he is righteous or evil, anyone who commits crimes should pray that he will not be caught by him.

But with so few people, how can he complete his way of killing?

Therefore, every hundred years, this impermanent king seals the supernatural power of memory and enters the reincarnation of the mortal world.

Whenever he appears, a killing god will inevitably appear in the world, setting off a bloodbath.

His most famous achievement is that 30 years ago, he was reincarnated as a famous general in troubled times, killing 40 enemy troops in a single battle.

The reputation spread far and wide.

Mu Xing thought: So it is this one, no wonder the bloody aura is so strong on his body.

Mr. Wuchang stared at Mu Xing for a long time, and then he became more and more pale: "Is this really your apprentice?"

Yue Fubai squinted his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Mr. Wuchang said coldly: "If it is said that the person standing in front of me is a disciple of any immortal sect, I will not doubt it."

Yue Fubai raised his eyebrows, he didn't feel offended by the words, but rather complacently said: "You think so too? I also think that my disciple's demeanor is a hundred times more immortal than those of their immortals."

Mr. Wuchang said with a cold face: "Is this very proud?"

"Isn't this something to be proud of?" Yue Fubai asked rhetorically, "The Righteous Immortal Sect has several great masters and tens of thousands of disciples, none of them are as outstanding as me."

Mr. Wuchang couldn't say anything to refute for a moment.

Seeing Yue Fubai reaching out his hand in front of his eyes.

Mr. Wuchang: "What do you mean?"

Yue Fubai smiled: "Today is my apprentice's first visit to you. Is it reasonable not to give you some greetings?"

Mr. Wuchang: "...I remember, nine years ago, you visited me very arrogantly, and knocked a high-grade magic weapon from me as a meeting gift for your apprentice."

Yue Fubai looked at him in shock: "You remember everything nine years ago so clearly? Can you stop being so stingy?"

Mr. Wuchang: "..."

"Let's talk about it!" Yue Fubai said confidently, "That time it was to congratulate me for gaining a beloved apprentice. This time it's for my precious apprentice, it's not the same thing at all!"