“Bring it!”

Ye Bingyun glanced at the Fire Skylark, and was so scared that the little thing was about to fly away, but was imprisoned by an invisible force.

"The Fire Skylark has an innate perception of heaven and earth treasures. If you follow it, you will surely have unexpected gains!"

Ye Bingyun chuckled.

"Oh, little guy, we are connected to the same fate, let's go!"

Lin Feng comforted Fire Skylark.

Afterwards, Lin Feng, Ye Bingyun and Huo Yunqi broke into the internal area, with mysterious mud tires shielding the air, avoiding many powerful ferocious beasts.

There is a demon ape that is as big as a hill. When walking, the earth shakes, the earth cracks, and breathes casually. Dozens of towering ancient trees are uprooted, which is amazing.

There is an iron-backed wolf more than two meters tall, covered in iron, hair like steel needles, sharp claws like sharp knives, and body like wind. It is fighting with a black-horned ant. It is too tragic. The earth collapses and the ancient tree falls, and the scene is amazing.

In the end, the iron-backed wolf was pierced by black ants and fell into a pool of blood, becoming food.

...Ye Bingyun couldn't help but change her sarcasm. The internal area was too dangerous. She was secretly grateful that if it weren't for Lin Feng, she would have been unable to move forward.

"When he saw black clouds rise, thunder fall, and he saw his mountains collapse..." A faint sigh, when the sound of heaven and earth sounded, the cloudless sky suddenly became densely covered with black clouds, and thunder roared, and a terrifying pressure came, as if torn apart the mountains, rivers and earth.

Bluestone peak, a wooden house.

A middle-aged man with a "spiritual smoke gun" in his mouth looked up at the sudden change of celestial phenomena, revealing a complex look, and sighed: "The person who was crawling at my feet back then dared to act fiercely now..." The middle-aged man looked a little messy with black hair, casual clothes, unkempt width, and a sparse short beard on his chin. But he could vaguely see the handsomeness between his eyebrows. It is not difficult to guess that he must have been a beautiful man who was overwhelming when he was young.

Boom! A black thunder, thick and large, broke out from the clouds, with a trace of power to destroy the world.

The wooden house collapsed, and a transparent hole as big as a fist appeared on the middle-aged man's chest, which was blurred with blood and blood, and blood was pouring out like a spring.

It was already a miracle that it was not dead on the spot.

A young man in green with a pretty face and slightly thin face returned from picking "spiritual tobacco" in the mountains. Seeing this scene, tears burst out from his eyes and said anxiously: "Master... I just picked a few pieces of snake-shaped spirit tobacco. Take a few puffs and use my energy to heal my wounds!"

"Spiritual Tobacco is useless to me!"

Yan Nantian waved his hand, and the spirit smoke gun glowed, forming a blue light shield that enveloped them and isolated them from the outside world. He said in a solemn tone: "The enemy is powerful, and it is hard to escape the disaster.

As a teacher, you have to deal with the disaster. There is not much time. You must keep everything I say in mind..." "No - Master, sit down and use your energy to heal your wounds.

I'll go to the sect to ask for help..." The young man burst into tears and argued.

"Hehe...sect?"

Yan Nantian showed a complex look, as if he was ridiculed and sighed, saying: "I know pine and cypress in the coldest years, and I see people's hearts in times of adversity! Oh, those guys who are greedy and fearless and ungrateful are ultimately unreliable!"

"..." Yan Nantian's body shook, vomited blood again, and his face became paler. After explaining the last sentence to the young man, he repeatedly instructed: "Disciple, you must remember the three things you said to the master and not forget them."

"The disciple remembers it."

The boy agreed with tears.

"very good."

Yan Nantian looked at the boy, and his numb and depressed eyes seemed to have gathered light, sharp and dazzling.

The boy knew that this was the master's rebirth before his death, the last brilliance.

"Disciple, do you blame me for only letting you practice Qi skills in the past three years, and not passing on your martial arts skills?"

"The disciple is dull and has been refining Qi for three years, and is still at the first level after the day of the day. No wonder the master did not teach me martial arts..." The young man said with a little frustrated look.

"Haha..." Yan Nantian smiled freely, with an absolute conceit, as if there were hills and valleys in his chest, looking at sentient beings coldly, and there was a charm that everyone in the world was drunk and awake, saying: "Everyone knows that I, Yan Nantian, is a waste. I only know that my only disciple, is a waste, but I don't know that the stubborn stone and divine jade are just a layer of earth and stone."

"One day, the earth and stones will fade away and the divine jade will be born... the so-called genius and monsters they call will be trampled under their feet!"

Yan Nantian pointed at the young man's eyebrows, and with a whoosh, a green light flowed, and a spiritual mark entered the young man's mind.

"Master, this..." "That's right.

It is the eighth paragraph of Qi Refining Art!”

"But... the sect's Qi Refining Art only has seven stages?"

"Seventh section?"

Yan Nantian showed disdain and looked down on the past and present, saying, "Hmph, those old guys who are not as good as the past will only mislead their children.

Little do you know that the way is simple and returns to the essence. The simpler and simpler things are, the more they contain the way of supreme."

This is too unpredictable and has a great impact on the boy.

He nodded without understanding! Qinglian Sword Sect, a sect that is in the Yuzhou realm, has tens of thousands of disciples, eight thousand disciples of the single outer sect, as well as the inner sect, core disciples, and the noble saints.

The seventh-stage Qi Refining Art, the entry-level martial arts of the Qinglian Sword Sect, each disciple must practice it, but 99% of the disciples gave up halfway through thinking that the level was too low and chose a higher-level Qi Refining Art.

But now it seems that Qi Refining Art is not that simple.

Boom! A black thunder of thousands of feet thick tear apart the black clouds and turned into a black snake that was rushing towards it with the violent aura of destruction.

Yan Nantian shot his fingers, and the spirit smoke gun flew thousands of feet away with the boy.

"Master..." The boy burst into tears and cried loudly, his voice annihilated by thunder.

At this moment, the boy is so small! "Do not remember what he is like to be a teacher, disciple.

Without the realm of showing saints, you must not have the idea of ​​avenging me..." Yan Nantian's majestic voice sounded in the boy's mind.

"Others bully you, insult you, laugh at you, look down on you, and belittle you. You just need to endure him, let him, avoid him, and ignore him.

Until the next day, you will beat him up again!”

Boom! Yan Nantian's body shook, and the green light rose from the ground, as if torn apart the black clouds, shining on the heavens and the earth, and reflecting the heavens.

Under his feet, green lotus gushed.

Buzz... A vast sword intent came out majestic! In an instant, everything within a radius of thousands of feet turned into powder, the ground collapsed, and a sinkhole with a diameter of thousands of feet and a depth of hundreds of meters suddenly scattered across the earth.
Chapter completed!