Using a Wok to Reorganize Life and Fly to Immortality

Chapter 66: Did you cook today?

Yuan Ying is shriveled, just eat puffs?

This kind of thing, Master Su herself thought it was outrageous, but she persuaded herself again.

If it doesn't work, there is also fried air for Master to taste.

Su Yu's expression was calm and confident, and even Qing Xuan, who was in the spirit transformation stage, could not see that she was nervous.

Youth face, red lips and white teeth.

But in fact, he was only fifty years younger than Mu Daoist, and now he is three hundred years old.

But he has never seen this pill from Su Yuduan.

"This is...?"

Strange things like melting snow did not make him feel the cold.

"This is a popping puff Dan." Su Yu put the plate on the table.

She folded a triangular paper bag with oil paper and wrapped the puff.

There is also a cut in the middle of the oil paper that Yan Yan helped to cut out, which seems to be broken.

"Master, you should start from the top, and tear off the top half of the oil paper when it is halfway through, so that it is more convenient to use the bottom of the puff."

In this way, the whole process of eating puffs, you don't have to reach out to touch the outer skin of the puffs, you can always pinch it on the oil paper.

It is convenient and hygienic to eat.

Even if Master Su is in the world of immortality, he has the utmost control over every detail of his products.

Qing Xuan couldn't help but wonder, "Do you want me to try it?"

He has transformed into a spirit, and the test of the Nascent Soul elixir is definitely not damaged.

But it is not necessarily the case for the Mulians.

Qing Xuan finally waited for this opportunity, and his youthful face brightened.

Since the longevity pill, he has never taken Su Yu's various medicinal herbs, and he misses it when he thinks about it.

But he can't compete with Jindan disciples on weekdays, but now he is Yuanying's Dan...

what."

After saying that, a sword qi flew towards the oil-paper puff Dan.

But halfway through, it was hit by the gourd.

"What are you doing?" Mu Daoist was speechless, "You are not injured, what's the use of trying for me? This is what I made for me. What are you robbing?"

"Ah?" Elder Zhang was stunned, "Didn't I tell you? Qian boy, my apprentices tried the golden elixir for your third disciple Wei Zhao, and the result was a vision of heaven and earth, condensed The second golden pill."

Mu Daoist: "!?"

Elder Zhang touched his nose, "...Can't we discuss it? Don't be so stingy, it'll be fine if you give me a bite."

Even the beautiful Buddha was standing outside the bead curtain, his feet were bare, "Master, your eldest disciple, I am also a Yuan Ying, I can test the medicine for Master."

Mu Daoist: "…"

He answered them with just one motion.

Quickly picked up the oil paper bag and took a big bite.

In an instant, the rest of the people were embarrassed, and the Mu Daoist was shocked.

into his mouth.

This peculiar stuffing, a little bit between the teeth, disappeared without a trace.

Mu Daoist couldn't help lowering his head and looked at the object in his hand.

In the kraft paper bag, the fluffy Yuandan he had bitten off.

The pale yellow skin is only as thin as four or five sheets of rice paper, and the soft skin that is torn is a cloud of snow-white.

Mu Daoren was stunned and couldn't help taking another bite.

What a strange thing.

The entrance is light and thin, but it feels full and thick, but when you feel it a little, it feels silky like satin and soft like a cloud.

fragrant.

The feeling made him want to grab it, but it was fleeting.

Mudao people couldn't help but take one bite after another.

Combined with the chewy grainy rind, the lightness of the cloud is even more apparent.

It's like the wind.

He can feel its presence, but sometimes, it seems to be absent, it has no weight, it comes and goes without a trace, and it cannot be observed by the naked eye.

Mudao closed his eyes.

The Nascent Soul jumped out in one breath.

Only then did Su Yu see that the right half of the little Nascent Soul had all shrunk, and the left half of the neck below the neck also began to shrink.

It's like - the balloon is punctured, and it keeps leaking. It seems that it will leak out in less than half a day.

She couldn't help but look solemn.

"Master..."

Hang Waner's disciples were anxious.

Only then did they know that the Mudao people's situation was so serious.

But when Hang Waner covered her mouth and was about to whimper, her tears shrank back.

A gust of wind blows and the bead curtain floats.

Clouds seem to be rolling up the sky, pouring into the second floor of Nanxun.

The white mist condensed by the spiritual energy followed the breeze, and a large cloud shrouded the foreheads of the Nanxun people...

In an instant, Mu Dao’s sluggish Nascent Soul floated up in front of him, wandering in the white mist, and inhaling the white mist into his body in an instant!

As if inflated, the shriveled part of the Nascent Soul swelled.

The small arm that shrank into a stick suddenly grew into a chubby look like a lotus root.

In an instant, even Nascent Soul's tender face was instantly fat... No, it was round, like a puff filled with cream.

Mudao Man closed his eyes and didn't seem to notice the difference.

More and more white mist clouds, on his forehead, were inhaled by the Yuan Ying.

Mu Daoist's breath is also growing.

Even Buddha folded his hands in surprise, looked at him, and then looked at his dantian.

This Nascent Soul was instantly inflated, growing taller and wider.

"Mu Daoren, stop!" Qing Xuan changed his face and shouted, "You haven't condensed your soul, you haven't stepped into the soul, you have absorbed too much spiritual energy, you want to support yourself Nascent Soul Broken!"

Mudao frowned.

Elder Zhang looked at Qingxuan in disbelief, "During the period of spiritual transformation, the cultivator learned a little bit of the rules of heaven and earth and got the approval of the Dao to mobilize the spiritual energy from the heaven and the earth at will, which is inexhaustible, he... "

Mu Daoist has reached the step of becoming a god! ?

In the Nascent Soul period to absorb spiritual energy, you need to run the exercises.

Although Mu Daoren is the pinnacle of Nascent Soul, he already has the epiphany?

Elder Zhang was shocked, he hadn't stepped into the gate of God Transformation for five hundred years.

Mudao people eat a pill, and they have it?

He envied almost grabbing Su Yu to his Wanjian Mountain.

"Hey, Elder Zhang, don't be envious, it's fleeting, fleeting!"

Mr Daoist opened his eyes, and there was an epiphany in his eyes.

He caught a glimpse of the rules of wind and qi, but he was taking advantage of the feeling of the medicinal pill entering his throat.

Only at this moment, he seemed to be approved by the rules of the wind system between heaven and earth.

The wind within a hundred feet of the Nanxun shop seemed to be used by him.

But he knew that this state could not last, and once the medicinal pill was completely digested, it would be gone.

Mu Daoist regrets.

Really reluctant to stop.

He closed his eyes again, "Elder Qingxuan, don't call me, I will experience it again before it breaks."

This beautiful feeling, it turns out that it is only a spiritual monk?

Stay a little longer, and in the future, he will have more chances to step into God Transformation.

Su Yu: “…”

She pressed her forehead.

"No need, I can make this pill for Master in the future—"

But as soon as she finished speaking, she saw that Mu Daoren, the Nascent Infant, seemed to have eaten high-calorie dairy products for three years, and it was already difficult to move it like it was inflated.

Seeing that this Nascent Soul's arm was about to be broken, Mu Daoren seemed to be inspired by her Snow Doll Sorbet Dan.

Yuan Ying started to grow hair…

The hair inflatable version, like seaweed, flutters in an instant, inextricably linked…

The hair is too long, and the Mu Daoist feels reluctant.

Going further down may really blow up the Nascent Soul.

But Nanxun is in jeopardy. He is an ordinary Yuan Ying peak, how can he protect his disciples?

He blushed, clenched his teeth tightly, and suddenly sucked in the clouds again.

In an instant, a new cloud-like inflatable Nascent Soul condensed in his body, growing up slowly.

And then, another!

…

Three days later, the clouds and mist permeating the second floor of Nanxun became less and less.

Mu Daoren let out a long sigh, blushing and sweating profusely, and put the four Nascent Souls floating in the compartment with their arms like lotus root into Dantian.

Squeeze, facing southeast, northwest, shoulder to shoulder, this string of four cloud-like Nascent Souls barely squeezed into his dantian.

In Yuan Ying's hands, each of them reluctantly held a cloud and vortex that could no longer be inhaled.

Below his knees, he was sitting on a cloud.

"Hahahaha, the old man is healed!"

Qing Xuan: “…”

Elder Zhang: “…”

Hang Waner covered her dantian for a moment.

Help!

Su Yu pressed his eyebrows.

Yeah.

After eating the popping puffs, the master even realized the cream piping bag, and filled four with cream...puff villain.

"You're done."

Hong Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead.

On the third day, he smiled wryly and looked at the twenty-two masking talismans that had been reduced to ashes one after another.

"Cough, Mr. Mu, do you want to cover your dantian?"

Qing Xuan looked at Daoist Mu Dantian and couldn't bear to look directly.

"The four Nascent Souls are really—"

"Why? That's fine."

Mudao people feel that they have reached their peak.

Compared to when he first reached the peak of Nascent Soul, he was even more comfortable. He took a step and the four Nascent Souls in his body floated together.

Elder Zhang is also very envious, "It's really good."

Mudao people haha, and immediately found a bosom friend, "Really? It's a pity that the eclairs are gone, otherwise I would have to condense the fifth one."

Qing Xuan's forehead jumped.

Su Yu just took out a plate of Fubao Dan from the mustard bag. Hearing that Mu Daoren liked the new shape of Yuanying so much, he took it back.

"Hey, disciple, what is this good thing? Is it for a teacher? Then try it as a teacher."

Mu Daoist thought of the taste of the puffs just now, and he was also fascinated by the second disciple's elixir.

I was eating three Fubao Pills, the three Nascent Souls in my body were covered, and the delicious taste, the Mu Daoist could not hold back, he was about to pinch the fourth one, so if he felt something, let it go Silver chopsticks.

Besides Qing Xuan, Elder Zhang, and the Buddha who had been clasping their hands all opened their eyes.

"What's the matter, elder, master?" Hang Wan'er was vigilant.

Su Yu also stopped rubbing the black bear cub.

Soon there was a high drink outside.

"The elders of the top ten sects in the southern border exchange performances and fights, and the invitation is free to open immediately. The monks in the northern border can come and watch."

"The elder who won this time can get ten ten ancient spiritual veins provided by Tianshengzong."

Mu Daoren was stunned for a moment, he couldn't help wiping the edge of his beard, almost drooling.

He was about to fight Qingxuan when a jade slip quickly shot into his palm.

Accompanied by the floating outside, the former Nanxun Meditation Dean Lao Rong Qianqiu shouted.

"Is there a Daoist in Nanxun?"

"Tianshengzong is honored, I want to have a fight with you! Would you like to show your face?"

Everyone in Nanxun suddenly looked strange.

Elder Zhang, who has always had a sharp personality, could not help but sigh and looked out the window sympathetically.

Mu Daoren smiled and stroked his beard, his robes fluttered in the wind, he stood up, as if stepping on a whirlwind.

He looked at Su Yu gently, "Teacher, I heard Elder Zhang say that you were embarrassed when you went to the Meditation Institute before, is it true?"

Su Yu hesitated and nodded.

Mr Daoist smiled, "Okay, I will seek justice for you as a teacher today."

In the mid-air of the assembly street outside, a giant arena with a fifth-grade defense formation has been placed by two god-turning cultivators.

Many disciples from the northern and southern borders came hurriedly on the street, and Rong Qianqiu was dressed in a white robe, at the pinnacle of Yuan Ying, with four hundred and fifty years of life, standing in the air with positive and negative hands. Inside the defensive formation, look towards the Nanxun store.

Rong Qianqiu looked back at Miss Mei Zhener, who was standing at the top of the Tianshengzong team, and said with a smile,

"If you lose, Brother Mu, take your apprentice to visit our Tiansheng Sect for a few days."

Mudao frowned immediately.

The elders such as Qing Xuan were even more displeased.

"Miss Tianshengzongmei has no malicious intentions, just heard that Su Shi's nephew is very good at alchemy, and wants to communicate." Rong Qianqiu said mildly.

Hang Waner and a group of juniors and seniors were immediately vigilant to keep Su Yu behind.

Elder Zhang pouted on the spot, "Fart!"

Su Yu put his hands behind his back and glanced at the Tianshengzong team on the street, led by Mei Zhener who was wearing white clothes and smiling hospitable to her.

She let out a sigh.

This cultivation event is a lesson from heaven and earth, Master Su really never thought of competing with the heroine of luck.

However, some people broke the defensive array in the store one after another, and there was another Buddhist son to send the prophecy, and a large group of 300 people from the Bingling Sect came to take care of Master Su's business.

Master Su also doesn't want to take the first place.

Hey, the strength doesn't allow it.

Su Yu was also very distressed, why did he take the first place?

She also didn't want to understand, she obviously opened the stove three times a day.

Master Su really has a headache.

Mei Zhener saw Su Yu with his hands behind his back, looking down at her from the second floor of Nanxun, sighing at her and shaking his head.

Mei Zhener: "?!"

In an instant, the Mu Daoists flew into the ring.

Windward, beautiful beards fluttering, like a fairy.

He nodded towards Rong Qianqiu, "Okay, the old man promises you. If I win, you will go to Nanxun with me as a 'guest', if you win, I will take you to Nanxun."

Rong Qianqiu nodded with a smile, but paused in the middle of nodding, "Mu Daoist!"

But just as he was about to say it, a gust of wind devoured the gourd from the waist of Mu Daoren and devoured him!

】

One is the personal master of Master Su on the second floor of Nanxun Youyuan! 】

More and more northern disciples and Yuanying elders sent jade slips to each other.

Everyone heard the news and gathered on the street of the cultivating assembly.

What is the strength of the southern border?

Everyone is curious.

Not to mention Master Su's personal master.

"What kind of immortal master is he who can teach Master Su to be able to refine alchemy and implements... Oh, I heard that he can also form an amazing talent?"

"My God, isn't this master a master of masters?"

"Could it be that the magic weapon he used to compete with others was an alchemy furnace?

"His magic weapon may have been refined by himself, we will watch it carefully later."

"It won't be the legendary eight magic weapon, right?"

Mu Daoist: "…"

No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't hold it back.

Back to Nanxun, he wanted to retreat!

"Mudao man, are you deserting in front of me?"

Rong Qianqiu shot the flying gourd.

"The Locking Array!"

Hang Wan'er lost her voice.

The Locking Array of the Meditation Institute is designed to allow the disciples to exercise their spiritual consciousness and deprive them of their spiritual energy.

"I should have thought," Yu Dong's face was heavy, he stood with Zhu Ying, "Those lock spirit formations on the jade bed are the formations drawn by the master of meditation."

"Yes, haha!"

Rong Qianqiu burst out laughing in the air.

"The Locking Array is the technique that this old man is familiar with."

In an instant, the Daoist Mu, who was locked by the formation in the air, was imprisoned in an instant, as if he was completely sucked away by the formation, and was consumed in a blink of an eye.

His sleeves that floated in the wind were slowly falling down.

The wind energy around him became thinner.

The disciples in the north who were watching were in a hurry.

"Why does it look like this Yuan Yingqiang who left Nanxun?"

"The master of the formation has a strong sea of consciousness, and he already exceeds the same level. He locked the aura of the master on the second floor of Nanxun, that is, forcing him to compete with his spiritual sense. Master Su's master, who fell in Downwind!"

"This formation, unless it encounters the Nascent Soul with powerful consciousness, it will be invincible."

"The former elder of Nanxun is very powerful!"

Xue Ning lost her mind.

She looked up and found that Sister Su's master was at a disadvantage.

Why?

She heard that the Nanxun elites were leaving, they were treated poorly, and she was kindly taken in by Miss Mei Zhener.

But now I have seen with my own eyes that this former Nanxun elder is powerful, and his cultivation is not even lower than that of their Shuilingmen elders.

Xue Ning couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in her heart.

If she, the strong elder of Shuilingmen, leaves to go to Tianshengzong... in another place, will she think that Miss Mei Zhener is simply kindness and kindness in taking him in?

Xue Ning took a step back, his face pale.

She raised her head and saw the elder Rong Qianqiu, who instantly condensed a killing formation, shrouding the Taoist Mu who had lost his spiritual power and was about to fall to the ground, and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Ah be careful..."

Xue Ning was taken aback.

Rong Qianqiu was also shocked, "How could it be? Where did you get your spiritual power, and it was obviously locked by me?"

Mu Daoren smiled, "Yes. You locked me... a Nascent Soul."

A Nascent Soul jumped out of his dantian.

But Mu Daoist laughed.

The Nascent Soul bound by the inscription turned around, and behind him another identical new Nascent Soul, a free body, jumped out!

Forever:

Northern disciples:

This second Nascent Soul stood up in an instant, his arms were like lotus roots, his calves were thick, and the wind danced around him.

"Rong Qianqiu, while I'm not here, you insult my disciple and take my second Nascent Soul's trick!" Daoist Mu shouted, and the hurricane instantly drowned Rong Qianqiu.

Rong Qianqiu was extremely embarrassed, and several lines of blood rushed out of him like a knife.

He was full of panic and fear.

But gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and another chain of spirits fell from the sky.

Rong Qianqiu's eyes flashed with joy, and he coughed up blood.

Mu Daoist has a strange expression.

His adventure is not in the secret palace.

But if the disciple is good, he will not tell such traitors as Rong Qianqiu, "Stop talking nonsense, you still have a few spirit lock formations, just use them!"

Rong Qianqiu laughed, "Could it be that you have a third Nascent Soul?"

Everyone in Nanxun looked complicated.

Yes.

If you dare.

Rong Qianqiu snorted coldly, "Mr Daoist, don't play tricks, you want to confuse me, make me think you have three Nascent Souls, make me flustered, and be in a mess? It's useless. To tell you the truth, it will also convince you!"

"I have been in the meditation institute for two hundred and twenty years, and I have been practicing painstakingly every day. Now I can use the lock spirit array three times. Even if the three peaks of the Nascent Soul are in front of me, I can still use one Enemy Three!"

Rong Qianqiu shouted loudly, feeling an unprecedented joy in his chest, and the lucky charm he wore on his waist was strangely hot, causing the sea of consciousness to surge.

I don't know, it doesn't seem to be happy!

The grievances of the past few days seem to have to be poured out at this moment!

"Mudao people, you and I have a happy ending!"

Rong Qianqiu's eyes were scarlet, and a fifth-grade killing formation that was enough to kill Yuan Ying's peak rose into the sky, and immediately drowned the Daoists.

"Ah—that's killing him..."

The onlookers exclaimed.

Xue Ning was even more anxious to take a step forward.

Why rush to kill!

At this moment, Mei Zhener's persuasion sounded slowly, "No, Elder Rong, be merciful..."

But she was too late.

Rong Qianqiu's fifth-grade killing formation has already inspired the power of heaven and earth and completed the outline.

Not to mention the imprisoned Mu Daoist who could not resist, even if it was the peak of Nascent Soul in its heyday, it would definitely be seriously injured.

The winner is determined.

Life and death are decided.

Xue Ning turned pale and looked at Mei Zhener, who she used to admire most in disbelief.

I saw Mei Zhener teary-eyed, "Elder Rong lost his mind, Nanxun senior is sorry, I didn't expect him to hate you so much, it's my fault. My Tianshengzong will definitely punish him. , I will also pay for the funeral of this Muslim—"

But before she finished speaking, she saw the killing formation being overturned by the strong wind and torn apart!

With a breath, behind the two Nascent Souls bound by the chain of inscriptions, a new and identical wind-type Nascent Soul jumped out!

May Zhener:

Mu Daoren's sleeves were graceful, revealing the face of a middle-aged beautiful man who was undamaged in the killing formation.

"Hey, it's over, only the last Nascent Soul-"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Qianqiu took a photo of the third spirit lock formation with red eyes.

Rong Qianqiu poured out a lot of blood from the corners of his mouth, his face quickly paled, and his breath was sluggish.

He looked frightened, but ecstatic.

"Why do you have three Nascent Souls... but you are dead now, you can't have a fourth!"

“Look at my rank five killing formation—”

The grandeur floated in front of Rong Qianqiu, in front of onlookers in the north, in front of various factions in the south, and in front of Mei Zhener.

Empress Akikura took a step back.

A hurricane instantly trapped him, crushing his figure to the point of shrinking.

"Ah—" Rong Qianqiu howled in pain.

The Daoist Mu walked on the wind and floated in front of him, and the chains of inscriptions on the three Nascent Souls melted away layer by layer.

Like brothers, a row of four identical Nascent Souls stood in front of the solitary Nascent Soul that Rong Qianqiu jumped out in a hurry.

One to one? Do not.

From the very beginning, it was a four-on-one unilateral fight.

Four Nascent Souls jumped up in an instant, waving their sturdy lotus-root-like wind-swirling arms, and punched Rong Qianqiu Nascent Souls.

All Nascent Soul cultivators in the northern and southern borders felt a chill on the back of their necks.

"Rong Qianqiu, this Nascent Soul in the east of me will take revenge on my disciple's behalf, and let you stop them from contemplating and enlightening! I will fight!"

"I'll face this, take revenge on my own behalf, you insulted me to Qiongfeng, and regarded me as a Mu Daoist! I'll fight!"

"I am facing this north, take revenge on my Nanxun's behalf, you have been betrayed by Nanxun's favor for a hundred years, and you actually betrayed the sect! I will fight!"

"I am south of this..."

Mu Daoren immortal style, sonorous voice, suddenly stopped.

My dear, there are too many Nascent Souls.

The words are finished.

Can't think of it!

"Anyway, hit you!"

Four on one, one punch.

The last four Nascent Souls, carrying the sluggish and thin Nascent Souls, brought them to Qing Xuan.

"The fight just now, we made a bet! Rong Qianqiu, bring it back to the Nanxun Inspectorate for disposal, 'visit' Nanxun for thousands of years!"

"No—" Rong Qianqiu was shocked.

The onlookers all gasped.

Nanxun... Master Su's master is too fierce!

The Nascent Soul elders of the other eight southern sects looked at each other.

"Cough, my Qingrongmen will not participate in this exchange and competition."

"Hmmm... I quit too."

Yuan Ying fight, four to one.

They all count.

“Congratulations to Elder Nanxun for winning the first place this year!”

Elder Jinbamen squeezed his eyes at Qingxuan for a moment.

Qing Xuan smiled.

Yu Dong, who soon held an abacus and his peach blossom eyes lit up, was under the guardianship of the four souls of the Mu Daoist from east, west, north and south.

Walk to Mei Zhen'er who was pale.

"Tianshengzong, thanks to your patronage, please pay as soon as possible one-tenth of the reward for the competition of the ancient spiritual veins. If it is overdue, we will charge a daily late fee of 5/10,000."

Mei Zhener's eyes darkened.

She clearly felt a large stream of purple-red luck, exited from her body, and faintly floated into a turmeric dress on the second floor of Nanxun.

Frightened and frightened, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Nascent Soul breath, instantly fell to the golden elixir.

No.

When she collapsed in despair, she was supported by a chessboard on her lower back, Elder Li Yiming frowned, "Miss!"

The major sects in the north and south all looked suspicious.

"What's wrong with Miss Mei Zhener, she has fallen to a big realm!"

"Is this madness? Why does it look like a backlash!"

Miss Mei Zhener, who did you attack?

We don't know why.

"Looks like most of my luck is back."

Mu Daoist flew into the second floor of Nanxun lightly.

"The sea of consciousness and the body are unprecedentedly refreshing, as if reborn."

Qing Xuan thought deeply, "It seems to be related to Miss Namei."

Elder Zhang waved, "Leave her alone!"

He walked up to Su Yu happily.

"Senior nephew Xiao Su, after today, we Nanxun will definitely be the first in the assembly and earn half an ancient spiritual vein!"

"The head will definitely give you a reward - oh, you are an elder, do you want to be Qingxuan's position as the head of the Inspectorate?"

Qing Xuan: “…”

Mu Daoist: "…"

Hang Waner:

She is already covering her dantian, which she is about to break through.

Su Yu refused without thinking, "It's better for Elder Qingxuan to work harder."

Qing Xuan coughed lightly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Thank you for your courtesy.

But everyone was laughing and talking, but Hong Yun stepped forward, "It's too early for you to be happy."

He looked solemn, "After the meeting, we will **** the ancient spiritual meridian back to Nanxun. There must be evil cultivators along the way, and they are bound to gain the ancient spiritual meridian."

"We only have Qingxuan in the early stage of God Transformation, and five...eight Nascent Souls."

Hong Yun looked at Daoist Mu Dantian, revised his words, and said solemnly,

Qing Xuan frowned, "I didn't expect that at first, I won another tenth today."

Elder Zhang also frowned, "There's no way to do that, so why don't you call the head over to **** him!"

Now there are only two of them.

Sin!

Hong Yun sighed and stepped forward.

"Old Zhang, don't you remember what you said the most recently?"

"?"

Hong Yun glanced at Elder Zhang, "Hong Yun, hurry up and cover up the vision of heaven and earth with me..."

Elder Zhang:

"My secret talisman can cover the route of the boat." Hong Yun raised his chest.

Everyone was silent.

It seems so.

But Qingxuan thought for a while, then shook his head, "Your secret talisman is currently only rank four, and you can only hide it from the sky if you are not paying attention to it. Unless you improve your cultivation base, step into a spirit transformation, or—"

Halfway through he stopped.

Everyone understands it instantly.

Unless, Hong Yun also has four Nascent Souls... No, unless, like Daoist Mu, he comprehends a little bit of the rules of heaven and earth, so that the secret talisman can be promoted.

They couldn't help but look at Su Yu.

The five-element cauldron in Master Su’s body suddenly rolled and vibrated.

It seems that there is another opportunity to show off your skills, and you are eager to try it.

What are the original rules for raising the secret talisman.

Secret.

mask.

The ancients marched secretly, mostly in the dark.

The night is dark and windy.

Does the dirty bag have to come out again?

Traditional sesame paste?

Or handmade noodles with cuttlefish sauce?

Master Su looked at Elder Hong Yun who was obsessed with cleanliness.