Looking at the twelve spirit plants beside her, Jiang Chan raised her eyebrows: "Master, you are really good at fighting the autumn wind." ”

Mingfeng was confident: "You can't use these again, it's better to cheapen these little guys." Anyway, I still want to taste what the wine made by this spiritual rain tastes like, forget it, and don't grab rations with these little guys. ”

"Are you still thinking about making wine?" Jiang Chan was not surprised that Mingfeng would have this idea, this is a good wine, and it is not surprising that he has this idea.

"Just now we were still guessing the grade of your Jin Dan, according to the strength of your Thunder Tribulation, it should be Zi Jin Dan if nothing else. ”

"It's Zijin Dan. Thinking of the thunder tribulation that seemed to be about to chop her to death just now, and then seeing the round purple gold pill in her dantian, Jiang Chan felt that everything was worth it.

"Yes, yes. Only monks with extremely high talent or a deep understanding of the Tao can form the Purple Gold Pill. ”

"Master, were you also a Zijin Pill at the beginning?" Jiang Chan was curious, although Mingfeng had too few opportunities to do it, Jiang Chan just felt that Mingfeng was a character who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger.

"Of course, I want to be a teacher at the beginning, and I am also talented. Mingfeng straightened his chest and smiled triumphantly.

Jiang Chan knew that when he first met Mingfeng, Mingfeng was dressed like an old monk. In fact, it was because of the cold poison in his body, and as soon as this person was injured, his spirit and spirit would inevitably be discounted.

Later, the gold-leaf fire yuan grass brought back by Jiang Chan completely pulled out the cold poison in Mingfeng's body, and because Mingfeng advanced to the late stage of the transformation of the gods, Mingfeng's appearance also changed to the appearance of a middle-aged man about forty years old.

It's just that he is usually unkempt, and he looks several years older than Ming Wei and the others.

"By the way, Ming Wei asked you if the Jindan Ceremony should be held?" Seeing that those grass and tree spirits were still refining these spiritual rains, Ming Feng was not in a hurry to leave, so he sat down cross-legged on the top of the big pit.

Stretched out his hand to touch the wine gourd, but touched the void, Mingfeng remembered that the little criminals were in a hurry to rob him, and he didn't bring the wine gourd.

"No, there are as many Jindan monks in the immortal cultivation world as dogs, what is the eye-catching thing about a Jindan monk? Jiang Chan sat down beside Mingfeng and refused the offer without hesitation.

Ming Fengle said: "If you have ambition, don't do it in my opinion, sometimes it's not a good thing to be too famous." ”

Jiang Chan raised a finger and shook it: "This is not absolute, it still depends on whether you can keep your original intention under the fame." ”

"Then what is your original intention?" Mingfeng suddenly squinted and asked.

"Of course, my original intention was to explore the mysteries of kendo, and nothing could stop me from seeking the way. Jiang Chan pondered for a while before she said, since she came to this world, she has been deeply attracted to two things.

One is the endless starry sky above her head, and the other is her own sword path. The more she walked, the more she realized that there was no more mystery in it, and it could be said that apart from these two things, nothing else could shake her mind.

"I hope you can keep thinking like that. After sitting for less than three seconds, Mingfeng lay down.

"I told you before, after you Jin Dan, you can go out of the sect to find the reincarnation of your parents, and Ming Wei has already checked it for you. ”

"I see, thank you, Master. Feeling all kinds of anxiety in the depths of Du Xinyi's heart, Jiang Chan's face remained unchanged, and he bowed slightly at Mingfeng.

"I'm going to let you call Master a few more times while you're still young, at your cultivation speed, it won't be long before you catch up with me. Mingfeng shook Erlang's legs, and there was a smile on his face.

"You joked, even if the disciple ascends in the future, you are still my master, and the master-apprentice relationship will never change. "Speaking of this immortal cultivation realm, there are times when the relationship between master and apprentice may be closer than the relationship between children and family.

Who made this monk basically have few children?

"The person is not big, but his tone is not small, and now they are all thinking about ascending?" Mingfeng glared, "I see that these little guys are almost refined, so I'll go back first, and after you have consolidated your cultivation, you will go out of the sect to practice." ”

"I understand, the disciple will not say goodbye to you, Master, when the time comes. ”

"Let's go, it's not like I won't come back. Mingfeng waved his hand, remembered something, and suddenly threw over a small box.

Jiang Chan opened it and looked at it: "When did you prepare?"

A box full of sword balloons, it's hard for Mingfeng to be able to think of this while drinking.

"This is not what I want to prepare, it's not that you, this girl, is breaking through the trial tower, Ming Wei and Ming Zhi can't see me idle, and force me to condense it. ”

It's all a handful of tears, Mingfeng didn't want to say this again, rolled up the twelve spiritual plants at the bottom of the pit, and disappeared in a flash.

Jiang Chan raised her eyebrows and smiled, and sat cross-legged on the big stone next to Han Tan, while Xuanli turned into a black light and stayed in her dantian, snuggling up with her Jin Dan.

Jiang Chan's Jindan Thunder Tribulation can be described as huge, and almost the entire Sword Sect knows about it when she has just formed a pill. This news couldn't be hidden, and soon the news spread throughout the entire immortal cultivation world.

Twenty-one-year-old Jindan monk, still a sword cultivator! The youngest Jindan monk before was also twenty-six years old, and Jiang Chan was stunned to advance this age by five years.

This record is not to say that there is no one who has come after, at least it is unprecedented.

Within the Cloud Mist Sect, Yun Linghai was cultivating in the cave. But today I am always a little restless, and I can't calm down at all.

He is fifteen years old this year, after being dug up by Jiang Chan and removing the sword bone, his cultivation fell from the eighth layer of qi refining to the third layer of qi refining, and now after eight years of hard cultivation, he has cultivated to the twelfth layer of qi refining, and building a foundation is just around the corner.

Maybe it was what Yun Xuanlin did that made him grow overnight, in the past eight years, Yun Linghai was concentrating on penance, and in the past, he still wanted to play around, but now he used every minute and every second to cultivate.

The fifteen-year-old peak of qi refining can also be called the pride of the sky. Now that he has given up the way of the sword and turned to practicing spells, he is a fire spirit root monk himself, and he is quite good at playing fire spells in one hand.

Because of his restlessness, Yun Linghai did not cultivate, but leaned on the bed, his eyes were clearly extinguished, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The two miscellaneous servants outside the cave were whispering, they were the miscellaneous servants that Mica had found for Yun Linghai to help take care of Yun Linghai's life.

"Have you heard? Du Xinyi Jindan of the Sword Sect has just passed the Jindan Thunder Tribulation today. ”

"Of course I've heard that she's only twenty-one years old this year, isn't she? That's too young, and many people don't necessarily get married at fifty. ”

"People are the pride of the sky, where can they be the same as ordinary people?"