"Before and after the saddle?" Zhao Xiaoning was happy: "Can you say more specifically?"

Shangyuan Zhenren thought for a while and said, "I can help my seniors drive." ”

Zhao Xiaoning frowned: "Then what? Let me, or my woman, run behind the car?"

Yes?

Shangyuan Zhenren was a little confused, he didn't know what Zhao Xiaoning meant.

Xie Wu couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but say: "Real person, the car that the seniors are riding in can only accommodate two people, if you are the driver of the seniors, can't one of the two of them follow behind the car to catch up?"

Shangyuan Zhenren shook his head and hurriedly said, "Senior, you know, I didn't mean that. ”

Zhao Xiaoning said impatiently: "Okay, okay, you two get up first." Accepting apprentices is a big deal, we meet in Pingshui, why should I take you as an apprentice? Also, what spell do you want to learn? Meteorite? As you said before, this is a powerful group attack spell, if I teach you what would happen to you? It will hurt you!"

Shangyuan Zhenren felt that he had suffered internal injuries, and he never expected that Zhao Xiaoning would say his previous lines, which made him feel hot on his face, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Old man, you two had better stand up, stand up Zhao Ye may give you a chance, but if you kneel on the ground, there will be no chance at all!"

Shangyuan Zhenren was stunned, although he didn't know what Na Min meant, he still stood up after a moment. After all, he was begging Zhao Xiaoning to accept him as an apprentice, and if he knelt and pressed, it might be self-defeating.

"Tell me about your cultivation. Zhao Xiaoning opened his mouth, he was very curious about where Shangyuan Zhenren's body cultivation came from.

"Yes!" Shangyuan Zhenren hurriedly said: "Don't hide it from the seniors, the cultivation of the juniors can be traced back to my childhood..."

Shangyuan Zhenren was born in a very poor mountainous area, because his family was poor in his early years, and he often couldn't eat. So he and his friends often went into the mountains to look for wild fruits, and one day he picked a golden sour jujube and ate it, but after eating, the abdominal pain was unbearable, and the family rushed him to the hospital.

After the examination, the doctor concluded that after eating indigestible hard objects, in addition to waiting for the sour jujube to be excreted from the body, there was only one way with a high risk, that is, disemboweling the stomach and taking out the sour jujube through surgery.

Anfu has reached the age of sixtieth birthday this year, and when he was a child, the medical level was not developed, even if the caesarean section was a major operation at that time, the high risk and huge cost of the operation made Anfu's parents give up this idea, and could only watch their son endure pain.

Unexpectedly, the son was only in pain for half a day, and then returned to normal, which made the couple breathe a sigh of relief. It's just that An Fu knows that the sour jujube kernel still exists in his body, and in addition to the rapid increase in food and strength, An Fu does not feel any discomfort.

Rural people, the more strength they have, the more they can work to support their families.

With the passage of time, Anfu also made a lot of money through his own hard work, and finally settled in the capital. At first, he was worried that the sour jujube core would make his later life painful, but he didn't expect that the sour jujube core would turn into a Taoist legendary golden pill in his body.

Although he does not have the means of those legendary immortals, his body is extremely tough, and all his physiological functions are comparable to those of a young man in his twenties, and even the affairs of men and women are no worse than those of young people.

As for his driver, Xie Wu was a cleaner in a tourist attraction in his early years, and he picked up garbage on the cliffs of the scenic spot with ropes tied all the year round, and he also took a wild fruit, but his luck was obviously not as good as An Fu. Because of a trip, An Fu met Xie Wu, and when he saw that he had the cultivation of the Qi Refining Period, he brought him back, and taught him the internal strength breathing method that he had obtained at a high price in Zhongnan Mountain, which made his cultivation improve to the late stage of the Qi Refining Period.

An Fu originally wanted to accept the two monks, Zhao Xiaoning and Na Min, and then set up a sect by himself to pretend to be forced, but Na Cheng wanted to meet a really awesome character.

An Fu and Xie Wu have the way of cultivation in Zhao Xiaoning's expectations, Huaxia is a vast land, and there will definitely be many people who will get their own opportunities in this era of waste to be revived.

"Senior, please also teach the junior magic powers. An Fu looked at Zhao Xiaoning expectantly.

Zhao Xiaoning shook his head: "Actually, it's not that I don't want to teach you spells, because even if I teach you spells, you won't be able to cast them." ”

"Why is that?" asked An Fu, puzzled.

Zhao Xiaoning said: "Although you have the cultivation of the Jindan period, but your cultivation is acquired, taking a step back, you can't control the power of the Jindan in your body at all." To put it bluntly, your physical fitness is a bit weak, and your mental strength is not up to that of a quasi-Jindan stage monk. Although you have a golden pill in your body, it is a void pill, and it is basically not of much use except for being able to deter people whose cultivation is not as good as you. If you become a true Jindan monk, what I have done before will be nothing to you. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Xiaoning pinched the trick with one hand, and saw that the dragon head crutch left by Anfu flew directly over, constantly flying over Anfu. This picture deeply shocked An Fu and Xie Wu, especially Xie Wu, originally the strongest in his world was An Fu, but Zhao Xiaoning's supernatural powers were no longer comparable to An Fu.

"Legend has it that the strong man in the Jindan period can kill the enemy with a sword, and the so-called flying sword can kill the enemy generals 100,000 miles away, although you have the realm of Jindan, but can you resist the sword? This kind of thing does not need me to teach, and when your strength is really improved, you can naturally use it. Zhao Xiaoning said calmly, although he can't really control the sword now, but he still has the strength to control a crutch.

"I also ask the seniors to give the younger generations a way to improve their strength. An Fu's expression was very calm, but there were monstrous waves in his heart, Zhao Xiaoning was obviously a mid-stage Qi refining period cultivator, but he was able to perform the sword technique, it was obvious that he had a Jindan stage cultivation.

Zhao Xiaoning thought for a while and said: "Acquaintance is fate, since this is the case, then I will make a good fate and give you an internal strength heart method! This heart method is called the One Qi Mixed Yuan Jue, although it is a subordinate exercise, but it is more than enough for you, as long as you concentrate on cultivation, the Void Pill will definitely become a real Dan." It's just that you have to keep in mind that you need to suppress your cultivation within ten years, and you must remember not to break through. ”

"Thank you for the grace of the Master!"

An Fu was grateful, he wanted to kneel, but found an invisible force holding him up.

"I hate when people kneel, and besides, I'm not your master. Zhao Xiaoning said and imprinted the Qi Mixed Yuan Gong into An Fu's sea of knowledge, and then turned around and walked towards Lamborghini.

"Sir, please stay!" An Fu chased after him and took out a business card in his pocket: "Sir, if there is any trouble in the capital in the future, please tell the juniors." ”

Zhao Xiaoning subconsciously took the business card, and when he saw the business card, he was immediately confused.

, the Capital Cultivator Alliance?

What the is this?

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