take care of yourself

Zhuo Yuanshan flew in immediately after sensing the sign that the thunder cloud was going to disperse, the two thunder calamities were entangled, he couldn't tell whose thunder calamity had passed, but when he saw Ying Yao standing from a distance, Ying Yao Yige half-prostrated on the ground, and his heart naturally divided his urgency, and he turned and ran towards Ying Yige.

As soon as he approached Ying Yige, he noticed that his aura was not right, and when he took a closer look, he found that the power of thunder lingering around him had not been transformed into aura to sharpen his meridians.

The Save the World Sword gave a "bah" and Ying Yao said, "It's up to you to show off."

The thunder calamity that was slowly dissipating above Ying Yao's head gave him a gift, he spit out the blood foam in his mouth, waved his hand indifferently, put the saving world sword back into the scabbard, and stabbed it with the newly knotted Nascent Soul in his belly. poke it.

The Jiusu sword fluttered into Ying Yao's hand with a whimper: "I see you feel very happy too," said the sword repairman, "The Saint Sword is too difficult, I don't have that much ambition."

Jiusujian refused to admit it, then Ying Yao laughed and sat cross-legged on the spot holding the hilt of the sword.

The Nascent Soul in his womb made the same movements as him, Jiusujian moved his eyes to look at his Nascent Soul for a while, and couldn't help feeling: "You really look like a human being, this Nascent Soul."

Ying Yao: "..."

If his eyes hadn't been closed, he would have rolled his eyes to Jisujian: "I'm not one of those monks who practice the ruthless way and don't know what 'I' is."

However, Jiusujian claimed that he was prejudiced against the ruthless Taoist monks, and insisted that the human-shaped Nascent Soul of a ruthless Taoist monk who practiced "nature" he had seen was more beautiful than his.

The Nascent Soul breaks out of the elixir, which looks like childbirth, but in essence, it conceives its own Tao from the golden elixir. The Nascent Soul knows it, and it is the feedback of the Tao to the practitioner-the deeper the understanding of the Tao, the more the Nascent Soul will become. The more like a person; the deeper the golden core is accumulated, the stronger the Nascent Soul will be.

Yingyao's alchemy had only been broken through for one month, and he hadn't accumulated much, so the Nascent Soul looked pitifully small. He couldn't help sighing, ignored the Saving Sword, and sank his mind into the newborn Nascent Soul, slowly Introduce the gifted aura into the Nascent Soul, so as to complete the last step of entering the Nascent Soul Stage.

Before sinking into the long exam, Ying Yao heard Ying Yige's cry, the voice was a bit shrill, making one wonder if his throat was bleeding from crying.

But this idea disappeared as soon as he turned in his mind. Ying Yao thought that the blow from the Enlightenment Sword that attracted Thunder was enough as a lesson for him to intentionally break through near himself, and what happened next was beyond his mercy.

"Yuan Shan," Ying Yige said in a daze, "Can I no longer form alchemy?"

Lei Jie couldn't peek with his spiritual sense, he could only see with his naked eyes. However, Zhuo Yuanshan was worried that he would affect Du Jie, so he deliberately retreated far away, not knowing where he made a mistake in his judgment of Yige Du Jie's success.

While appeasing Ying Yige, he divided his mind to think about this question. After a while, he felt a bit of sword energy in the residual thunder that drove away from Ying Yige's side, and couldn't help frowning.

"I don't think I can spoil you like this anymore," Zhuo Yuanshan made up his mind with difficulty, "Even if it's 'not me', you can't rely on external forces for the rest of your life. There are so many external forces for you to borrow."

Ying Yige burst into tears: "But, but that is Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation," he said aggrieved and disappointed, "Uncle must think that my formation of alchemy in front of him will delay his passing the tribulation, so he punished me with Thunder Tribulation." , it's all my fault."

Ying Yige tightly clenched her sleeves with her fingers, and whispered, "Then I'm going to prepare for training, Yuan Shan, I really should try to leave you, you're spoiling me so much."

The last sentence was both coquettish and complaining, Zhuo Yuanshan's heart softened, and he quickly shifted his attention to his first sentence.

He took out his beauty chair and carefully carried Ying Yige up, grabbed Moxiu who had reminded him that sword cultivators also needed aura and said, "Go and call Jiang Heting and let him look at Ying Yao until he wakes up." Bring him to me immediately."

Jiang Heting is a late Yuanying sword cultivator who came from the sword pool of the Western Snow Mountain. He has some savings, but it is not enough to pay the price of entering the sword pool. Zhuo Yuanshan took a fancy to his cultivation and discussed with him that you should stay Make offerings here, practice as usual, and I will let you enter the sword pond after 100 years.

Jiang Heting took his lion to stay, Zhuo Yuanshan seldom ordered him around, this time he happened to be not retreating, so he rushed over quickly after receiving the summons.

Zhuo Yuanshan told him how hard he was and then took Ying Yige back to his cave.

When he finally comforted Ying Yige to sleep that night, Ying Yao just woke up from the long exam, and before he could speak, Jiang Heting raised his hand by the collar and threw him on his lion, sending him to Zhuoyuan In front of the mountain.

Jiusu Sword made a superficial voice: "This hair! It feels good in the hand."

Ying Yao had nothing to say about the Saving Sword that had completely lost its appearance, he lifted it from the lion's mane, and took the scabbard to Zhuo Yuanshan with the sword intent of enlightening the sword. He said lightly: "It's your own fault, do my shit."