Cultivation of Immortality

Within the magic circle, the old man in yellow robe who arrived first sat down for a few tables with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth drooping, and his face gloomy. He felt it was a humiliation for Nan Jingzhou to send such a person to discuss matters with him, so He assumed the attitude of a dignified elder towards the younger generation.

Langxing glanced at the old man and sat down leisurely behind his desk. The old man did not open his eyes to look at him, and he also lowered his eyes and did not look at the other man. He took out an almost transparent jade flute and started playing with it.

This jade flute is made of extremely rare Xianming jade, and it comes from the hands of a master of music. If you sell it, you can easily exchange it for millions of spiritual stones. However, Langxing uses it as a wooden stick and a bamboo pole. As usual, he was playing with it in his hand and tapping it on his arm, with a very leisurely attitude. He had plenty of such gadgets, so he would not cherish them as if they were treasures.

The old man in yellow robe was waiting for him to ask for advice and then lectured him severely. Lang Xing's attitude of not taking him seriously made him even more angry.

He was not the only one who was angry. With the long stalemate between the two, everyone on the East Nightmare Continent was also angry.

The people here in Nanjingzhou didn’t know much about the ancient three-formation battle, but the people in Dongmengzhou knew it very well. Lord Wuyu Ling won the last Taoist fight by saying nothing, which made them feel that Although it is hateful, I have to admire the super high realm of Lord Wuyu Ling. It does require real ability to achieve it, but no matter what, that Taoist fight was a huge shame to Dongmengzhou. Look at this The boy's posture is quite imitating that of Lord Wuyu Ling. It is simply exposing the scars. Moreover, it is obviously detrimental to one's side if the stalemate continues like this. This boy's careless and playful posture has already made the solemn old man look a little bit. Ridiculous.

"Haha, interesting."

"Open your eyes, don't tense up!"

"Why don't you Dongmenzhou bring a clay sculpture and put it up? At least you can ensure a tie this time."

………………

Nan Jingzhou finally found a chance to retaliate, and laughter and ridicule arose.

Xiao Hefeng let out an exaggerated laugh, but when he saw his senior sister frowning and staring calmly at the battlefield, he hurriedly stopped laughing, and like his senior sister, he calmed himself down and watched the development of the battle.

Zhixia, who was hiding behind the battle formation, looked sideways at Su Wan, who looked calm, and asked, "Do you think it will cause a natural disaster in a while?"

Su Wan shook her head slightly, "I don't think so. The opponent is only at the late stage of Nascent Soul. He doesn't need to teach too much Taoism to win, unless this kid is holding back and completely destroying the opponent's Taoist heart."

Zhixia glanced at her jealously and said angrily, "It seems that you have much more confidence than me. It shows that he tells you more than he tells me."

Su Wan glanced at her with some embarrassment and said, "It's just that you lack confidence in your junior brother. Don't use these excuses. He treats your second senior sister as his own sister. It's not certain which one of us will talk more."

Zhixia curled her lips and said, "Men always forget their mothers when they marry a wife, let alone a senior sister. In the past, he might have been the closest to me, but now it's not my turn."

"Fuck you!" Su Wanyu's face turned red and her mouth started to become stupid again.

Zhixia smiled, took Su Wan's arm affectionately, and stopped pushing her. In the past, she didn't like Su Wan very much. The root cause of her disease was self-inflicted. As she got to know Su Wan better, she gradually came to understand her.

I realized that the seemingly ordinary Su Wan may be ordinary to others, but when paired with Lang Xing, she shows her unique extraordinaryness. Putting the eccentric Xun Yi and the gentle and quiet Su Wan together is obviously not a good match. Yes, but with the simple and unpretentious Lang Xing, the two of them have a sense of being born together. Now she has no reason not to accept Su Wan anymore, and even has some respect for her, no matter how much Lang Xing gives her. Help, this little female cultivator has risen so fast. Without a good foundation, she would never have achieved such an amazing achievement.

"Don't be too careless." A look of worry appeared in Zhixia's eyes again, "Although this person has not yet transformed into a feather, in my opinion, it is not that he is unable, but that he is unwilling. He already has the power of artistic conception, and his wise image is him The artistic conception is impressive. ”

Su Wan glanced at the magic circle in the sky with disdain and said, "No matter how smart and eloquent he is, do you think it is possible for him to compare with a freak who has been struck by lightning since he was a child? This freak has no other abilities. That's all. If he speculates on the way of heaven, he can send all the monks in the world into the abyss of eternal damnation, and I'm sure no one can climb out."

Zhixia couldn't help but laugh, and all her inner worries disappeared. Su Wan could see things clearly and accurately than anyone else when it came to Lang Xing. What she said was absolutely correct. Others were thinking about how to become an immortal all day long. Tian was thinking about how to avoid becoming an immortal and how to avoid causing catastrophes. The difference between the two was by several levels, and he was really worried.

"Do you know what Tao is? What have you seen at such a young age? Are you worthy of discussing Tao!" The old man finally couldn't help it, and even the people below felt that his airs were about to become a joke. Of course, his feelings became clearer. He could see that the kid opposite him really didn't take him seriously. The artistic conception he showed had no effect on him. Ignorance is fearless, and he was a bit playing the piano to others.

Langxing looked up at the sky, opened his mouth and laughed silently. This happy smile was a kind of ridicule to the old man. The happier he laughed, the greater the harm, because he was not pretending, he really thought it was funny. . This number is exactly the same as that of Mr. Wuyu Lingjun back then.

Not only did the old man not continue to be angry, but he also frowned and stared at Langxing with a burning gaze, his expression showing solemnity. With Lord Buyu Ling Zhuyu in front of him, it was an easy strategy to imitate Lord Buyu Ling. , but he could tell whether Lang Xing was just putting on a show or whether he really felt funny. Could it be that this kid really has the realm of the Silent Spirit Lord?

"What are you laughing at?" he asked seriously.

Lang Xing smiled and shook his head, not hiding the disdain and ridicule in his eyes.

"Are you laughing at me?" The old man still had a very serious expression, without anger or even displeasure. Now he felt that this boy was qualified to talk to him, and he wanted to hear what he had to say. Something.

Lang Xing turned his head to the side, as if he was too lazy to say anything more to him.

"Do you want to imitate the Silent Lord?" The old man showed a confident smile, with a sharp chill in it. If the other party really wants to imitate the Silent Lord, then he has many means to make him restrain himself. In this regard, he has Well prepared.

Langxing sighed impatiently. He really wanted to win this battle with the methods of the Silent Lord, and let Dongmenzhou fall into the same pit. That would undoubtedly be a humiliation and lesson to these people. It was the most ruthless, and for Nan Jingzhou, it was the most enjoyable. However, Su Wan reminded him not to be too showy, so this method could no longer be used. Within the magic circle, the old man in yellow robe who arrived first sat down for a few tables with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth drooping, and his face gloomy. He felt it was a humiliation for Nan Jingzhou to send such a person to discuss matters with him, so He assumed the attitude of a dignified elder towards the younger generation.

Langxing glanced at the old man and sat down leisurely behind his desk. The old man did not open his eyes to look at him, and he also lowered his eyes and did not look at the other man. He took out an almost transparent jade flute and started playing with it.

This jade flute is made of extremely rare Xianming jade, and it comes from the hands of a master of music. If you sell it, you can easily exchange it for millions of spiritual stones. However, Langxing uses it as a wooden stick and a bamboo pole. As usual, he was playing with it in his hands and tapping on his arms, with a very leisurely attitude. He had plenty of such gadgets, so he would not cherish them as if they were treasures.

The old man in yellow robe was waiting for him to ask for advice and then lectured him severely. Lang Xing's attitude of not taking him seriously made him even more angry.

He was not the only one who was angry. With the long stalemate between the two, everyone on the East Nightmare Continent was also angry.

The people here in Nanjingzhou didn’t know much about the ancient three-formation battle, but the people in Dongmengzhou knew it very well. Lord Wuyu Ling won the last Taoist fight by saying nothing, which made them feel that Although it is hateful, I have to admire the super high realm of Lord Wuyu Ling. It does require real ability to achieve it, but no matter what, that Taoist fight was a huge shame to Dongmengzhou. Look at this The boy's posture is quite imitating that of Lord Wuyu Ling. It is simply exposing the scars. Moreover, it is obviously detrimental to one's side if the stalemate continues like this. This boy's careless and playful posture has already made the solemn old man look a little bit. Ridiculous.

"Haha, interesting."

"Open your eyes, don't tense up!"

"Why don't you Dongmenzhou bring a clay sculpture and put it up? At least you can ensure a tie this time."

………………

Nan Jingzhou finally found a chance to retaliate, and laughter and ridicule arose.

Xiao Hefeng let out an exaggerated laugh, but when he saw his senior sister frowning and staring calmly at the battlefield, he hurriedly stopped laughing, and like his senior sister, he calmed himself down and watched the development of the battle.

Zhixia, who was hiding behind the battle formation, looked sideways at Su Wan, who looked calm, and asked, "Do you think it will cause a natural disaster in a while?"

Su Wan shook her head slightly, "I don't think so. The opponent is only at the late stage of Nascent Soul. He doesn't need to teach too much Taoism to win, unless this kid is holding back and completely destroying the opponent's Taoist heart."

Zhixia glanced at her jealously and said angrily, "It seems that you have much more confidence than me. It shows that he told you more than he told me."

Su Wan glanced at her with some embarrassment and said, "It's just that you lack confidence in your junior brother. Don't use these excuses. He treats your second senior sister as his own sister. It's not certain which one of us will talk more."

Zhixia curled her lips and said, "Men always forget their mothers when they marry a wife, let alone a senior sister. In the past, he might have been the closest to me, but now it's not my turn."

"Fuck you!" Su Wanyu's face turned red and her mouth started to become stupid again.

Zhixia smiled, took Su Wan's arm affectionately, and stopped pushing her. In the past, she didn't like Su Wan very much. The root cause of her disease was self-inflicted. As she got to know Su Wan better, she gradually came to understand her.

I realized that the seemingly ordinary Su Wan may be ordinary to others, but when paired with Lang Xing, she shows her unique extraordinaryness. Putting the eccentric Xun Yi and the gentle and quiet Su Wan together is obviously not a good match. Yes, but with the simple and unpretentious Lang Xing, the two of them have a sense of being born together. Now she has no reason not to accept Su Wan anymore, and even has some respect for her, no matter how much Lang Xing gives her. Help, this little female cultivator has risen so fast. Without a good foundation, she would never have achieved such an amazing achievement.

"Don't be too careless." A look of worry appeared in Zhixia's eyes again, "Although this person has not yet transformed into a feather, in my opinion, it is not that he is unable, but that he is unwilling. He already has the power of artistic conception, and his wise image is him The artistic conception is impressive. ”

Su Wan glanced at the magic circle in the sky with disdain and said, "No matter how smart and eloquent he is, do you think it is possible for him to compare with a freak who has been struck by lightning since he was a child? This freak has no other abilities. That's all. If he speculates on the way of heaven, he can send all the monks in the world into the abyss of eternal destruction, and I guarantee that none of them will be able to climb out."

Zhixia couldn't help but laugh, and all her inner worries disappeared. Su Wan could see things clearly and accurately than anyone else when it came to Lang Xing. What she said was absolutely correct. Others were thinking about how to become an immortal all day long. Tian was thinking about how to avoid becoming an immortal and how to avoid causing catastrophes. The difference between the two was by several levels, and he was really worried.

"Do you know what Tao is? What have you seen at such a young age? Are you worthy of discussing Tao!" The old man finally couldn't help it, and even the people below felt that his airs were about to become a joke. Of course, his feelings became clearer. He could see that the kid opposite him really didn't take him seriously. The artistic conception he showed had no effect on him. Ignorance is fearless, and he was a bit playing the piano to others.

Langxing looked up at the sky, opened his mouth and laughed silently. This happy smile was a kind of ridicule to the old man. The happier he laughed, the greater the harm, because he was not pretending, he really thought it was funny. . This number is exactly the same as that of Mr. Wuyu Lingjun back then.

Not only did the old man not continue to be angry, but he also frowned and stared at Langxing with a burning gaze, his expression showing solemnity. With Lord Buyu Ling Zhuyu in front of him, it was an easy strategy to imitate Lord Buyu Ling. , but he could tell whether Lang Xing was just putting on a show or whether he really felt funny. Could it be that this kid really has the realm of the Silent Spirit Lord?

"What are you laughing at?" he asked seriously.

Lang Xing smiled and shook his head, not hiding the disdain and ridicule in his eyes.

"Are you laughing at me?" The old man still had a very serious expression, without anger or even displeasure. Now he felt that this boy was qualified to talk to him, and he wanted to hear what he had to say. Something.

Lang Xing turned his head to the side, as if he was too lazy to say anything more to him.

"Do you want to imitate the Silent Lord?" The old man showed a confident smile, with a sharp chill in it. If the other party really wants to imitate the Silent Lord, then he has many means to make him restrain himself. In this regard, he has Well prepared.

Langxing sighed impatiently. He really wanted to win this battle with the methods of the Silent Lord, and let Dongmenzhou fall into the same pit. That would undoubtedly be a humiliation and lesson to these people. It was the most ruthless, and for Nan Jingzhou, it was the most enjoyable. However, Su Wan reminded him not to be too showy, so this method could no longer be used.