Hot Spring Cliff.
In broad daylight, the white fog is vast.
A good day starts with a double repair.
Ling Zhouyue's so-called double cultivation, for Xiao Ran's physique, which is endowed with all five elements, except for the inexplicable comfort when the dantian is washed, it is of no use in the practice of the exercises.
Give it up, except for the system, no one can save me, this crap.
Thinking of this, Xiao Ran was somewhat perfunctory.
Ling Zhouyue used her spiritual power to help Xiao Ran rush for a long time, and the more she rushed, the more angry she became.
"You are really a piece of wood..."
"Dantian tries to be gentle!"
"Follow my tidal rhythm and slowly push the sea of air."
Sword Bamboo Forest.
Chu Yan, who was hiding behind the boulder, covered her mouth, her face turning white with fright.
Xiao Ran is a piece of wood... gentle and forceful... slowly pushing...
It turned out that the master took the initiative!
Chu Yan cried.
The master actually eats both men and women!
The first face is sore.
I thought to myself, we must speed up the rhythm, this dog Xiao Ran is too charming, and if he drags it on, the master will not only lose his body, but also lose his heart.
It doesn't matter if she loses her body, anyway, the pure love she wants doesn't need a body.
Lose your heart and it's over!
She rubbed her crying red eyes, her eyes were angry, she got up and went back to the disciple's room, and silently started to knit clothes...
She must make a set of beautiful fairy clothes, so that the master can look at her!
Women don't like clothes.
Mastering the master's wardrobe is equivalent to mastering the master's heart, which is higher than Xiao Ran's love that relies on selling his body.
What's more, it doesn't hurt!
Hot Spring Cliff.
Xiao Ran was immersed in the vast water mist, closing his eyes and enjoying the scouring of Master's spiritual power.
If you rush a little too much, you will be prone to fluttering.
"Master, I think it's okay to practice, but Chu Yan seems to have misunderstood something..."
On the opposite side came the faint anger and scolding of the master.
"It's you who misunderstood! You have given your life to you as a teacher. Are you so angry with me?"
Xiao Ran thought about it and said that the relationship between himself and the master may be closer than that of the Taoist companion.
Mountains have no tombs, rivers are exhausted, winter thunders shake, summer rains and snows, heaven and earth are united, and I don’t dare to compete with teachers!
"The disciple is wrong."
Ling Zhouyue said coldly:
"Where did you go wrong?"
"I was wrong in..."
Xiao Ran searched for dry intestines, but after searching for a long time, he could not find a suitable word to describe it.
Ling Zhouyue frowned slightly, and a violent force rushed into Xiao Ran's brain.
"Your fault is that you don't concentrate on your practice, you idiot!"
Xiao Ran:
"… "
After an hour of flushing, Xiao Ran's anger still did not respond.
The body feels numb.
Ling Zhouyue cursed angrily:
"You idiot, I'm mad at me!"
Xiao Ran felt that the time was almost up.
"Want me to try it?"
"How do you want to try?"
"The 100,000-level Qi Refinement is slow anyway. I'm not in a hurry. The disciple wants to master the critical attack first, and maybe he will have a new understanding at that time."
Ling Zhouyue was startled.
"You still want to pump my power?"
Xiao Ran assured:
"This time, the disciple will use the power of resonance, and the master will not be injured except for the loss of spiritual power."
Ling Zhouyue can't do anything about it, if Xiao Ran can become stronger as soon as possible, she can save a lot of trouble.
"Then come."
Xiao Ran put on his clothes, got up and went to the bamboo forest beside the hot spring cliff, and found an open area with no distant mountains in front of him.
Because the sword qi was too powerful, he didn't use the sword this time.
The palm method is easy to dissipate and is relatively safe.
Xiao Ran squatted down and started a random crit, using the palm of his hand, and punching out from the air.
The palm strength is just flat A, and it has no resonance effect.
But at the same time as he took out his palm, he resonated with the bone of the blood moon melted in the blood with the power of second-order resonance, trying to create a blood connection with the master's body.
One palm, bang!
In the pool, Ling Zhouyue closed her eyes and rested, but there was no response.
Two palms, bang!
Ling Zhouyue still didn't respond.
Three palms, bang!
Ling Zhouyue still didn't respond.
Ten palms, bang!
Ling Zhouyue frowned slightly and said:
"Can you do it? You can't move me at all with your own strength."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ran's eleventh palm slammed out with a bang!
Ling Zhouyue's eyes froze.
It was as if her soul was connected to Xiao Ran's palm. With the palm of her hand, her dantian trembled, and the majestic energy instantly spread to her limbs and bones.
A vast palm force, shot out of thin air from Xiao Ran's palm, banged open the sky, the sky and sea poured backwards, the tide beat the clouds, and the rumbling resounded throughout the sect.
Xiao Ran was ecstatic, because he concentrated on the resonance ability, he forgot to hit a few slaps.
"Master, which palm is this?"
I didn't hear Master's response for a long time, turned my head abruptly, and the mist in the pool water inexplicably increased a lot.
"Master?"
Ling Zhouyue shrank in the fog.
Due to the resonance of his own tidal power and Xiao Ran's palm, his limbs and bones were washed and penetrated.
His face was red, his whole body was throbbing, and he always felt that his body was bleeding again. When he looked down, there was no blood...
Xiao Ran returned to the pool.
Due to the aggravation of the fog, he couldn't see his fingers, and even his consciousness could not penetrate.
"Master, don't scare me?"
Ling Zhouyue gritted her teeth and said nothing.
Xiao Ran groped forward in the fog until he touched the edge of the pool and grabbed Master's shoulder.
The palms are a little slippery.
Hey, why are you sweating
"You, this, stupid, stupid!"
Ling Zhouyue's face was hot, and she instinctively fell on her back, twisting Xiao Ran's arm and kicking him off the edge of the cliff.
"what-"
Xiao Ran fell straight down with his head down and his feet up.
In mid-air, he connected his arm painlessly.
The upside-down head tilted suddenly.
"What did I do wrong again?"
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"Um?"
…
The result of the beheading of Chaoxia Peak was settled very quickly.
Considering that the Tianjiao Conference is approaching, it is rare for Ling Zhouyue to teach his disciples the swordsmanship.
Zongmen helped Zhijianfeng to bear it.
Bo Yunzi drove a large array of thin clouds to transport the fallen mountain back to the top of the mountain to rebuild the house.
In addition, the crystal library allocated 50,000 spirit stones to compensate for the loss of Chaoxia Peak.
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This matter is digested internally.
Looking at Chaoxia Peak, the mountain has recovered to a state where no flaws can be seen. Although the building has collapsed, the reconstruction still does not cost 50,000 spirit stones, and it is profitable!
It is said that there are even some Chaoxia Peak disciples whose salaries have doubled because of this, sitting on the west hillside every day, looking eagerly at Zhijian Peak, looking forward to the next performance of Xiao Ran and his disciples.
In order not to disturb Zhijianfeng's practice, the sect did not even notify Xiao Ran and the three of these things.
Xiao Ran, who was kicked flying by Ling Zhouyue and fell to the bottom of Jianfeng Mountain, stepped on his left and right foot, kicked over Newton's coffin board, and soared through the air.
Continue to practice random crit!
Xiao Ran practiced all morning, tried thousands of times, and found that using the power of resonance to mobilize the master's power, there is about a 50% probability of being able to perform a critical strike.
Half probability means that every 20 times you cast a random crit, one will actually hit a crit.
The power of the crit varies, but the highest is not as high as Master's distracting spiritual pressure, and the lowest is not lower than the Nascent Soul's spiritual pressure.
This little power, to Master, is just nine cows... nine sheep and one wool.
But for Xiao Ran, it really exploded!
He opened his palm, some couldn't believe it, this was actually the five girls that he got along with day and night.
And through the power of resonance and body protection, he can no longer hurt the master, why not do it
However, the amazing thing is that every time Xiao Ran takes away the power of the master, there is a filial piety value, no more or less, just one filial piety value.
Extracting the power of the master is obviously asking for it, why is it judged to be filial
Filial piety is filial piety, why is filial piety worth it
Xiao Ran didn't understand either.
It doesn't matter, as long as you don't deduct the value of filial piety.
In terms of random crit, Master is more useful than imagined, the probability is not low, and the pulling force is not too exaggerated!
The question is, can Xiao Ran's defense be able to withstand the moment when he strikes a critical attack
Xiao Ran's next task is to earn enough filial piety to buy a full-level 100,000 Qi Refining Layer.
At that time, his sea of anger really became a sea of anger.
The sea of air can be used not only for defense, but also for critical attack.
And the power of the master is reserved as a trump card to save his life.
In this way, dealing with a Nascent Soul cultivator is no problem.
With such a beautiful imagination, Xiao Ran continued to practice the exercises.
A day passed quickly.
By evening.
The two Sword Casting Peak disciples brought Xiao Ran the broken sword cast by the real ink box.
The broken sword was perfectly cast together, re-polished and polished, and the hilt was changed. It looked no different from the ordinary disciple sword of Zongzhishan.
It looks unremarkable, but it seems to hide some powerful power.
What kind of power it has, we have to continue to speculate.
Xiao Ran cupped his hands and clasped his fists and said:
"Thank you two brothers."
The two hurriedly said:
"It's nephew, Uncle Xiao."
Xiao Ran smiled awkwardly.
"Cough, yes, is there any news about the sword boat that Senior Senior Brother Gao built for me?"
The two looked at each other and said:
"Uncle Gao Shi seems to be short of funds. He recently made a Taoist companion, which is too expensive."
Xiao Ran hurriedly said:
"The sword boat should be made by me. Wait a moment, I will go to the master to get some money."
On the hot spring cliff, Ling Zhouyue, who had been pumped by Xiao Ran for a whole day, was exhausted, and she suddenly became angry when she heard Xiao Ran's words.
"What! Want money again? Are you a money maker as a teacher?"
Xiao Ran only said:
"The disciple only needs ten thousand spirit stones!"
Ling Zhouyue crossed her hands on her chest and outlined a vast arc in the clear mist.
"If you don't borrow money, you will die."
Xiao Ran hurriedly took out the design drawing of the sword boat.
"This is a flying sword boat designed by the disciple for the master. It comes with a hot spring, a barbecue table, and a card table with automatic licensing on the lawn."
Fully automatic licensing
Ling Zhouyue turned her head to stare at Xiao Ran's sincere eyes, and obediently took out ten thousand spirit stones.
"Declare in advance, this is the money borrowed from you for the teacher, will you pay it back?"
Xiao Ran smiled.
"I can pay back hundreds of millions of dollars, not less than 10,000 for Master."