I am in the world of immortal cultivation

Wen Chi glanced at Cheng Yan who seemed to be thinking about something, and the Yaoguang fan in his hand shook slightly. He glanced at him and asked, "Brother, you don't really want to try it according to what Junior Sister said?"

Cheng Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him, neither saying yes nor no.

How could Wen Chi, who grew up with him, not understand? He didn't object, that was it!

"Brother, although what Junior Sister said makes some sense, you have to understand that the next thunder tribulation you will go through will be the Yuanying thunder tribulation! Rely on your body to bear it? Do you think it's possible? Once there is any mistake, it will be wiped out!"

The method is a good method, but it's too late! Junior Sister's cultivation is low now, she will start to refine her body now, and when she is promoted to the Jindan stage, maybe it will really work.

And according to the qualifications and age of the eldest brother, he is the kind of person who threatens the way of heaven, and his Yuanying thunder tribulation level must not be low.

He is now in the late stage of the Golden Core. Instead of wasting time on body refining, he might as well go around looking for natural treasures to prepare for the tribulation.

Wen Chi said earnestly, and Cheng Yan knew that he was also kind-hearted. The two brothers had been at odds since childhood, but they were still similar in major matters.

"I know." Cheng Yan's expression became more serious.

He had just taken two steps when he suddenly said, "The method that Junior Sister said is not impossible. I will still practice it in the future. Maybe if my body is a little stronger, I will have a much greater chance of surviving when I go out in the future."

After that, he looked at Wen Chi again and said, "You practice too!"

Wen Chi was about to refuse, but heard Cheng Yan say in a tone that could not be refused: "If you don't practice, I will tell Master that you are opening a gambling table in the Buddhist Pure Land."

Wen Chi: "..."

If you didn't add the last sentence, I really thought we had some vague brotherhood!

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The next morning, before the moon set, Qin Shu jumped up from the mat.

She shouted to Xie Shiyuan on her wrist: "Didn't you say that the power of thunder and lightning was used up?! How come it's coming out again?!"

"Yours is used up, but I still have some." Xie Shiyuan's steady voice sounded in Qin Shu's mind.

Qin Shu flattened her mouth, her cheeks puffed up, and she crossed her arms, feeling that she was deceived.

Xie Shiyuan said again: "You said that I should call you at the hour of the tiger."

He watched the sky diligently, not missing a moment. If she dared to be unhappy again, next time... she would definitely let her meditate too much.

Qin Shu's anger subsided. She was not very angry in the first place, but it was not a good feeling to be suddenly pulled out of the state of meditation by the arc.

She put away the mat, pinched a cleansing spell, cleaned herself up, and then went out. Now she didn't need Kong Shen to lead the way, so she ran towards the Transmission Hall with ease.

In addition to the three little monks I met last time, there was another disciple with hair who came to the morning class today.

Judging from the clothes he was wearing, he should be from the Yanyue Sect. He seemed a little surprised to see Qin Shu.

The two looked at each other. The Yanyue Sect disciple was twice as big as Qin Shu. His muscles looked hard, and his little arms were thicker than Qin Shu's thighs.

Qin Shu had no doubt that if his fist came down, even iron and wood would be smashed in half.

It was understandable that such a person would come to practice Iron Head Kung Fu. He looked like a physical cultivator.

The two nodded slightly, which was considered a greeting. Qin Shu was still standing in the same place as last time. Not long after, Venerable Wangchi also came.

His eyes swept over the disciples of the Yanyue Sect, but there was no ripple. But when his eyes fell on Qin Shu, he was obviously a little surprised.

This little girl... came again?

Did he show mercy last time? It seems not.

It doesn't matter. If you can handle it last time, you may not be able to handle it this time.

Iron Head Kung Fu is not something that can be achieved overnight. It requires years of practice.

If they can't persist in their Putuo Temple, how can they be expected to be self-conscious when they return to their own sect?

Venerable Wang Chi retracted his gaze and didn't say any extra nonsense. He first taught everyone a few warm-up moves, then took out a piece of iron wood again and told them the key points of practicing Iron Head Kung Fu.

The disciple of Yanyue Sect was named Tie Niu, and he was indeed a physical practitioner. He took the iron wood and looked at it carefully for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked it on his head. The next moment, his body shook, and he fell to the ground and fainted.

Qin Shu: "..."

The scene was silent, and everyone around stopped what they were doing, turned their heads and looked at Tie Niu lying on the ground, a little at a loss.

Qin Shu didn't know whether to say that this person was an honest man? Or should he say that he was an honest man? How could he be so cruel to himself? He was knocked unconscious by a brick, which was unprecedented.

Although Venerable Wangchi did not speak, what he was thinking was probably similar to what Qin Shu was thinking.

This kind of cultivator who does not know how to adapt is more troublesome than those who retreat in time. When will these disciples know that cultivation requires brains?

He sighed, walked up and input a little spiritual energy into Tie Niu, and then woke him up.

Tie Niu sat up with his head covered, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he shouted murderously: "Who is it?! Who is it! It's behind my back!"

Qin Shu: "..."

Venerable Wangchi: "..."

Including the several young monks around, they all fell silent at the same time.

Is this person... here to make fun?

Tie Niu yelled for a long time, and then looked at the indescribable expressions of the people around him. He suddenly regained consciousness and thought of his previous situation.

It seemed that he came to the Transmission Hall of Putuo Temple early in the morning today...

No one beat him, he knocked himself out with a brick.

His old face turned red, he smiled awkwardly, and subconsciously scratched the back of his head. The pain came, and he grimaced, "Hiss--"

It really hurts... so much.

When the Venerable Wang Chi saw that he woke up, he stood up again, tidied his clothes, and said to everyone: "At the beginning, you must first master the essentials of the Iron Head Kung Fu, and you can be gentler."

When he said this last sentence, he was obviously looking at Tie Niu, and everyone understood.

After he finished speaking, Qin Shu was about to continue practicing, but suddenly found a figure beside her.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise and saw the bear-like senior brother standing beside Qin Shu, grinning and showing two rows of white teeth.

"Master... Junior Sister, I can't bring myself to do it, how about... let's take turns taking pictures?"

Qin Shu: "?"

It seems that you can't do it to yourself, but you can do it to me?