Cultivate the ruthless way for him

The apprenticeship has always been a thorn in Mr. Xuanyuan's chest.

Over the years, with the help of family relationships and various gossip, Xuanyuan Feng thought he had found out a lot of inside stories.

He also finally understands, given his family background and level of cultivation, why God of War would abandon him to choose a little demon who is cunning, corrupt, and has nothing but appearance.

"Don't worry, my son. My mother has personally asked Tianhou. The reason why God of War accepted that little demon as a disciple is because he looks a little like your unconscious cousin Mo Yu. Put it in front of you as a reminder." Just thinking about it. But no matter how good the counterfeit is, how can it compare to the real one? Your cousin Mo Yu is a rare talent in the immortal race, the real son of heaven, who will succeed Tianjun and take charge of the fairy world in the future. The little monster is comparable. This time it was all because of the God of War's eagerness to think about his disciples, so the little monster took advantage of the loophole. But this kind of master-student relationship is destined to not last long. When your cousin Mo Yu wakes up, how can Xuexiao Palace return? There will be a place for that little demon."

Tianhou's younger sister, the mistress of the Xuanyuan clan, took her son's hand and analyzed it with contempt.

This truth can be said to make Young Master Xuanyuan both happy and irritable.

The happy thing is that God of War didn't really match Zhao Zhao, but just used that little thing as a stand-in for his cousin Mo Yu.

Rounding up, he is not considered a loser.

What is irritable is that the root of the problem turns around the facial features and appearance.

No matter what the truth is, the essence of the matter is that God of War has taken a fancy to the little thing's face!

In the past, there was hatred of seizing teachers.

Later, there was revenge for seizing ginseng.

At this moment, looking at the boy's peach blossom eyes shining in the sun, Xuanyuan Feng's chest turned up with anger at an exponential speed.

Today, he must teach this little thing a lesson.

Zhaozhao said lazily: "Oh, is the eldest son saying that I am good-looking?"

"Then thank you for your compliment, Eldest Young Master."

Look, this is so shameless.

Xuanyuan Feng pulled out the spirit sword from his waist, and said viciously: "Are you going to hand in the participation or not!"

"I said, I don't have that stuff."

"Okay, since you are so ignorant of good and evil, then don't blame me for being rude! Someone, let me take this little bastard down!"

The monks had already made preparations, and immediately rushed forward and surrounded Zhaozhao.

"Hey, meditate, meditate, you haven't come out of the scabbard for a long time, and you should see blood. Just in time, I haven't practiced the trick 'crossing the Tianhe' that my master taught me last time. You can take it easy and don't let others It was too bad."

Looking at the sword in his hand, the young man instructed leisurely.

The Spiritual Sword and its master are connected with each other, and Jingxin screamed in the sheath, as if he couldn't wait to jump out to fight and drink blood. Seeing that the monks were approaching, a dazzling snow-bright sword light shot out across the sky , illuminating the world.

Cross the Tianhe.

That was the most lethal move in Zhang Yuan's famous sword technique "Nine Songs".

It is said that God of War used this trick back then to stab the Demon Cave to the ground.

Could it be that this son has learned such a powerful sword technique at such a young age? !

After all, except for those who participated in the battle between immortals and demons, no one has seen what Hengduan Tianhe looks like. Therefore, at the moment when he was unsheathed quietly, out of fear of the unknown, the monks subconsciously chose to avoid it instead of attack.

"boom!"

As a result, before the imaginary soaring sword energy arrived, an unspeakable stench accompanied by crackling "raindrops" flooded everyone without warning.

"This, what is this!"

All the monks backed away hurriedly, smelled it on their robes, and one of them broke down and said, "Okay, it seems to be dung water."

The boy's voice came from far away through the dung rain.

"This is the nourishment refined by monsters, and I will give it to you to replenish your body."

Only then did the crowd realize that they had been fooled, and immediately drew their swords and chased after him, but there was no trace of the young man except for the drenched black dung on the ground.

"Si Zhao, just wait for me!"

Xuanyuan Feng, who had also been doused to the core, broke down and roared.

When Zhaozhao returned to Xuexiao Palace, he didn't go directly to the forbidden cave, but walked softly along the jade steps, like a cat, to the outside of the main hall.

Seeing this little boy, the immortal officials who came and went were obviously used to this kind of scene, and they all shook their heads to show their pampering, and did not expose it.

Xuexiao Palace stands on the high cliff, reaching directly to the Qingyun. The roof of the palace is covered with snow all the year round, a continuous white, and surrounded by a red sword that never disperses day and night. The meaning of Xiaojian's sword is transformed.

The sword intent is as deep and wide as the sea, and with the Chixiao sword energy suppressing evil spirits, the entire [-] prefectures, together with the surrounding small towns, can become the most abundant and purest place in the Three Realms.

Under the slanting sunlight, the windows of the main hall were open, and voices came from inside.

First came an old man's voice: "This is the two medicines newly presented by Lord Beihai to Tianjun. One is the soul-gathering grass and the other is the soul-suppressing pill, both of which have the effect of repairing the soul. Tianjun is afraid that it will damage the properties of the medicine if left for a long time. Immediately send me over to show you."

"I tried it with a spiritual weapon, and it was a rare and good medicine. However, that day's thunder disaster directly smashed His Highness Mo Yu's soul into pieces, and trying to get them all back is like looking for a needle in a haystack. How difficult it is .In these years, you have traveled all over the world, looking for soul-gathering and soul-replenishing things everywhere, and you even went to the underworld to fight with that ghost king, but the results were not very good... Sigh."

It was the first time Zhaozhao heard about the "underworld" and "ghost lord", so he couldn't help pricking up his ears.

He heard a young man's voice with a deep and magnetic voice say: "Since it's a treasure, it's better to keep it first. As for whether it will succeed or not, it can only depend on his luck."

It's really hard to talk about this day.

There was a moment of silence.

The old man asked: "By the way, does that thing really exist? You don't hesitate to run to the underworld at the risk of catastrophe..."

"Have you heard enough?"

A voice as cold as jade interrupted the old man's words, and came faintly through the window.

Zhao Zhao was surprised.

Knowing that the trail was exposed.

Not daring to eavesdrop any more, he hung his sword on his waist and entered the hall to salute.

"Meet Si Yao Xingjun."

"I have seen... Master."

Si Yao Xingjun is an old man with white hair and a childlike face, he said with a smile: "I heard that the young master went down the mountain to practice, he is back."

Zhao Zhao nodded.

"I even brought a gift for Xingjun."

Si Yao Xingjun's eyes really shined.

"What good stuff?"

"A Red Crane Yuan Pill."

Sure enough, Mr. Si Yaoxing couldn't sit still anymore, rubbed his hands together and said, "Show me quickly."

Zhao Zhao then took out a small sandalwood box from his bosom, and handed it over generously.

Si Yao Xingjun opened it and saw that there was indeed a Yuan Dan that was as red as blood and the size of a pigeon egg lying inside. He immediately smiled from ear to ear: "You little guy still has a heart."

Only then did Zhao Zhao dare to sneak a glance at Zhang Yuan who was lazily sitting on the couch, and said, "I also brought a gift for Master."

Mr. Si Yaoxing immediately said with interest: "My business is over, you master and apprentice can chat."

Before leaving the palace gate, he did not forget to wink at Zhaozhao: "Little guy, I will give you a baby someday."

Zhao Zhao took out another long box from his bosom, and handed it to Zhang Yuan full of flattery: "This is a gift I specially picked for Master, and it is much more precious than that Red Crane Yuan Pill."

Zhang Yuan finally raised his eyes and glanced at the cheap apprentice.