But that mouth of yours is so annoying!

In this case, I will show it directly!

Are you speechless now?

Have you been suppressed by me?

Aren't you a genius? Aren't you already famous in the five realms within half a year of your debut? Even the Eight Masters of "Three Breaths Innate, Three Years Sword Immortal" are full of praise?

Shouye?

hehe.

In front of the real master, you are nothing!

Young man, you must know that when the four sons of the Holy Palace became famous, you were not even born yet!

"Senior Fenqin..."

The intelligence officer following Old Man Sang couldn't stand it any longer, his face twitched and he wanted to say a few words of warning.

How can Mr. Sang take care of this?

At that moment, he raised his hand and said in a slightly arrogant and preaching tone in front of Xu Xiaoshou and everyone in the audience:

"Back then, as the special envoy of the Holy Palace, I went to Guizhe Holy Mountain. I met an old man who was a semi-saint and talked with him about some spiritual refinement."

"I believe that the great road has no rules, and the spiritual refiner is not bound by it. It inspires and affirms it."

"This leads to the conclusion that only those in the Throne realm can understand the secret. This is bullshit, and this is a misunderstanding of spiritual refining!"

Lifting his chin again and showing his nostrils, Mr. Sang's feet were lifted off the ground and he was floating slightly like Ye Xiaotian. He could not see the hesitant expression of Fenqin's old man behind him at all:

"No matter who is in the realm of Throne Dao, Zhan Dao, Taixu, or Semi-Saint, as long as their understanding is strong enough, anyone can understand the secret. This is the right solution!"

"And the secret formation diagram under my feet is actually not a secret formation diagram. I call it evolveable..."

"A road map?" Xu Xiaoshou suddenly said.

"That's right, it's the Great Dao Map!" Mr. Sang nodded with a smile, and was suddenly startled, "How did you know?"

Xu Xiaoshou was silent.

The whole place fell silent, followed by silence.

The water ghost pinched the hollow half of the golden beast's face, and suddenly wanted to complete it so that his face could be completely covered.

Sang Lao looked around and realized something was wrong.

Everyone's reaction was weird, but it was too calm. It was clearly not the reaction they should have after hearing such exciting news about soul refining.

Your "Heaven", your "Grass", Ni, I, why have I shut up, am I dumb?

They are all rough people, how can you pretend to be serious and civilized with me?

Is this the time to be silent?

Applause!

"Pa bang bang..."

Xu Xiaoshou clapped his hands, shook his head and walked forward with a sigh. He even bent down and touched the illusory mystical formation diagram of old man Sang who was flying very high.

"Sang Lao, you are so strong!" He clicked his tongue.

Sang Lao suddenly lowered the corners of his lips and flicked his sleeves, oh, there were no sleeves.

He slowly took out two fingers and tapped the void. He didn't know what he was hitting, but he said calmly:

"generally."

Xu Xiaoshou squatted on the ground and raised his head, his admiration became more intense:

"Etai Xu has realized the secret of fire. This is a role model for our generation. Don't be humble. You are hypocritical!"

you?

Is this the first time that you have received an honorific from this traitor?

Old Sang could no longer suppress his lips and grinned to his temples. He stretched out his hand and pushed the golden beast's face like a water ghost. Oh, no.

He then touched his nose and snorted:

"It's just a secret, it's nothing to worry about."

Xu Xiao stood up in confusion and said excitedly:

"Isn't this trivial? Why is it trivial? Break the shackles and realize the great road. Taixu once again proves the secret path. You are not a role model for our generation. What are you?"

Ha, it's a small thing.

Sang Lao calmed down.

He is a person who decides when enough is enough and plans to forget it.

It was just to suppress Xu Xiaoshou that he would be like this. Normally, he would not be so high-profile.

"correct."

Burning the harp and cooking the crane, how smart is the holy slave without sleeves?

Mr. Sang quickly remembered what was strange. He wanted to ask Xu Xiaoshou how he knew the words "Dao Tu".

But Xu Xiaoshou danced with joy and refused to stop talking:

"To realize the secret of fire in Taixu's body, this is a 'model for our generation'."

"So!"

He looked around and at everyone:

"If someone can understand the profound secrets of spiritual refining in the realm of Dao-cutting and master the Dao diagrams of various departments, what should they be called?"

Everyone was silent again.

Fenqin's old men retreated wisely.

The words have been pushed to this point by Master Shou. If they continue to talk nonsense, they will be dishonest, impolite, and tired of life.

Let them resolve matters between master and disciple.

Mr. Sang clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the fool who always had shocking words and sneered: "How is that possible?"

"If so?" Xu Xiaoshou looked over.

"Since you respect me as a 'model for our generation', if there is such a person as you say, I would like to call him a 'master of spiritual refining'!" Sang Lao shouted.

The words just fell.

Xu Xiaoshou raised his chin, put his hands behind his back, and floated in the air.

The black clothes and black hair fluttered in the wind, and layers of dazzling lights shone out from under his feet.

"boom!"

In the distance, the Overlord retreats from the ancestral tree again, but the roar is not as harsh as this one.

Buzz buzz buzz...

Again and again!

Really one after another!

Old Man Sang was numb and his pupils lost focus.

At this moment, the function of his eyes seemed to be only to reflect the path map of his traitor's feet that appeared, disappeared, and flashed without repeating again and again.

Life, swordsmanship, space...

Fire Formation Golden Time Body Spirit...

Understandable...

What I can’t understand…

The world was frozen at this moment, and the world lost its color because everything was taken away by the traitor.

Sang Lao is like a fish in the throat, like a light on the back, like a soul leaving the body.

It was as if he had been waiting for ten thousand years before Xu Xiaoshou's calm voice came, as if he was being attacked by someone from a superior position:

"Master of Spiritual Refining?"

"Okay, I admit it."
Chapter completed!