As soon as Lang Yu came out of the water, the little mouse crawled up with a "whoosh", and his little paws tickled Lang Yu. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info walked up to the immortal, bowed respectfully, then put on his clothes and knelt on the ground. "The immortal master is above, and the disciple Gu Yu has given you a salute."

What kind of apprenticeship is this? Lang Yu just worships like this, this is not bad, think about the master in the previous life who didn't even have this etiquette. But Lang Yu recognized that master in his heart, what kind of immortal is this.

"Okay, okay," Shangxian nodded, not caring what position Lang Yu was. It seems that he has never been a master before, so he has a good time here! Looking at his unstable appearance, Lang Yu scolded in his heart.

"The immortal gate has the rules of the immortal gate, which is not something that the inferior mortals can speculate about, and today I accept you as an apprentice, and as a teacher, I must first give you the immortal record. Open your heart and God, don't resist, there is this immortal record, and after that, you can enter and exit at will by welcoming immortals in the mortal world. ”

What, you still have to make a mark, is this considered a sale? Langyu is a hundred unwilling, but there is no way. That Shangxian pinched the magic technique with one hand, and no matter what Lang Yu's reaction was, his right finger stretched out and pressed on Lang Yu's door.

Lang Yu didn't dare to resist, he knew it was useless. This is the set made for him by the immortals, and he has to drill it if he doesn't drill it. I felt a tightness on my forehead, and the next moment a light talisman lit up, flickering and shimmering roughly a wind character in a seal body, and then it disappeared. What kind of means is this? Langyu couldn't say. Waiting for the fingers to be withdrawn, Lang Yu sensed it carefully, but there was nothing unusual.

"Hehe, don't think about it, this is the unique immortal record of my Tianfeng Gate, and no one will feel it except for the people of the Immortal Gate. Of course, you can also sense people from other immortal sects. Put away the bottle of fire chalcedony first. It's too early to use it, for the teacher to take you to a place. ”

Lang Yu got up, looked at Shangxian's forehead intentionally or unintentionally, and sure enough, he saw a golden wind character, and it was very clear. Because when I looked at the immortal this time, the word was positive, but when I looked at myself just now, it was the opposite. No matter what kind of trick this immortal uses or if there is such a thing, anyway, I have you, and Lang Yu still has a little balance in his heart.

"Master, the disciple has a reluctant request." Lang Yu seemed to have a hard time speaking.

"Okay, this is not an immortal gate, but if there is something unclear, just say it."

"Actually, it's nothing, but I don't know if the master's name should be called Xianhao. Sorry to ask. ”

"Oh. That's it. Yes, this immortal road number...... Ling Songzi. Our immortal gate is Tianfeng Gate. You'll know that later. The immortal master hesitated halfway through speaking. I'm afraid this is not something that anyone can ask. Then again, who would dare to ask ordinary mortals.

"Thank you, master." Lang Yu bowed, very teachable.

The immortal master grabbed Lang Yu's right arm in one sleeve, and he didn't see the mantra being pinched. I didn't know what was in my right hand, but with a flick, a white light covered the two people and a mouse, and they rose lightly. flew.

This time it was really flying, not too high, but soon, it was several times faster than the plane, there was no wind around him, and Langyu could see that the trees and mountains under his feet had become wind lines. Immortals, that's how it should be. In Langyu's impression, this kind of flying ability is the unique ability of immortals. It's just that there are no auspicious clouds under Ling Songzi's feet.

Now that Lang Yu believes it, there are really immortals in this world, and immortals can really fly. But when he saw this moment, he was not happy at all, and always felt that an inexplicable killing machine was lurking beside him, but he couldn't find it, and he couldn't escape.

I don't know how far he flew, Langyu looked at the direction of the sun and knew that it was flying southwest. When he fell again, he was still in a forest, but the tree was a little too big to be a little too big for five people to hug him. It's just a crack in the bark of a dry tree, and Langyu can get into it. The canopy is high above the head, a full seven or eight stories high. A natural void is formed under your feet.

There were no traces of trampling, indicating that the immortal master just chose this place at random, and it was not a place where he often killed people. At this time, it is impossible for Langyu to think about the good.

There was a rotten smell in the whole woods, and there was an eerie feeling, it was indeed a good place to kill people and bury corpses, but Lang Yu really couldn't think of a reason why he wanted to kill himself.

"Apprentice, sit down first, and the teacher wants to see how your muscles and bones are." Ling Songzi was already sitting cross-legged on the ground and stretched out his hand to beckon.

Look at the bones, hehe, the old fox's little tail is finally revealed. Ling Songzi just said a word, and Lang Yu immediately understood. His muscles and bones are not indiscriminate, he knows best, the ring on his hand, the black gas in the dantian, by the way, and the broken teapot that inexplicably drilled into his head, I don't know which one this guy fancies. It shouldn't be the teapot, he was eyeing himself before he got it.

No matter which one it is, Langyu can't keep it. If you don't want to sit, you have to sit down, if you don't want to see it, you have to do whatever you want. Today's Langyu no longer thinks about how the lone wolf used to be, and it is best to live to this point by soaking himself in urine. But the drenched thing is still someone else's.

Maybe that's not the case. Lang Yu secretly gambled that if this person was really wrong, he even swore to slaughter the immortal gate. The premise is that he has to live to live.

There was a crackling sound. Both of them were in a tremble. The thunder came too suddenly. No clouds, no electricity. It's a crunch.

Langyu touched his nose. "Hehe, master, can you ask what kind of place this is? Is this the Immortal Gate? ”

Ling Songzi was looking at the sky, as if he was thoughtful. Listening to Lang Yu's question, he came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "Of course it's not Xianmen, Xianmen is not in this world." This is the Kurome Forest. ”

The Black Eye Forest? It's not too far, this place Langyu has heard. It seems to be the place where the ancient people collect medicine and hunt, but who knows how big this black forest is and which side it is. Lang Yu didn't expect the people of the Gu clan to save him, and asked to understand, at least he knew where he died when he was dying.

Therefore, people's first impression is really important, even if Ling Songzi has always behaved so amiable, he still can't remove Langyu's guard.

With his legs crossed, Lang Yu still sat down helplessly. But at a casual glance, he found a small movement that was not very harmonious, and Ling Songzi seemed to have a satisfied smile on his face.

He was not afraid of smiling, but in the slight smile, Lang Yu always felt a sense of relief, and then Ling Songzi patted the head of the white mouse as if complimenting, which made Lang Yu feel even more that he was the rabbit that got into the trap.

Now he finally realized why Gu Lei was so good at martial arts and didn't cultivate literature, and the Gu clan wanted to keep his mother and Uncle Gan at such a cost. No force is a grandson in this world, it's useless how much you understand, no matter how smart you are, you can't play it, in the last life, he heard the words that the fist is big, and therefore let a few masters who think they are masters have been deflated, but in this life it doesn't work, it doesn't work. In the face of threats to life, it is easy for people's thinking to change, to become more realistic and no longer fantastic.

Is Ling Songzi a bad guy? People should not be divided by good and bad, but by profit. A heinous criminal will also give the old man a seat on the bus, because that does not harm his interests. And philanthropists who have donated millions of dollars may also abandon their parents on the side of the road because they have lost their interests. So Ling Songzi can't say whether he is a good guy or a bad guy, he just takes a fancy to Lang Yu's interests. Because of that white mouse.

As soon as his divine sense penetrated into Lang Yu's Heavenly Court, Ling Songzi was shocked. A crystal clear delicate teapot rotated in the sky above Langyu's sea of knowledge, emitting a fiery red dazzling glow.

It's a treasure! Ling Songzi was pleasantly surprised, his eyesight was naturally not comparable to Lang Yu. He secretly said in his heart: "This kid is really unusual. ”

Look down again, "Huh? Xuanqi! Ling Songzi was shocked again, Lang Yu had Xuan Qi in his body, it was still very strong, but he couldn't see where this Xuan Qi came from, and it was different from ordinary cultivators, it was all over his body.

The reason why the hidden vein is called the hidden vein is that people who don't know the law can't see it, and neither can the immortals.

The dantian is pitch black and 100% wasted. However, its bones and veins are unusually strong, Ling Songzi is even a little envious, even his own immortal body is a little inferior, and Lang Yu is a teenager. How old he is, only he knows. If it had been before, he might have really wanted to take it for now, but now he can't.

A freak! After Ling Songzi gave this conclusion, his divine sense retreated.

The palm was withdrawn, and Lang Yu also opened his eyes. That divine sense just swept through the body, and didn't make any special movements, similar to the feeling of Lu Xueying and Uncle Gan.

I saw the places that should be seen, Lang Yu listened to Ling Songzi's next words, maybe this immortal can really see the objects of the dantian, it is not necessarily, he is here for this thing.

But Lang Yu thought wrongly, in his divine sense, he saw that the black fog in his dantian had faded a lot, and he found out after waking up again, but it was still shrouded like a thin veil, and he could barely analyze it as a strip-shaped thing, and it would be impossible to look closely, it seemed that Lang Yu was very effective during this time. However, in the divine consciousness of this immortal, it was a cloud of black qi. What he cares about is the small teapot on the sea that Lang Yu knows.

"Good physique." Ling Songzi paused for a moment and said. "There is also Xuan Qi in your body, it seems that you have cultivated the Fa Technique. It's just that I can't accept the dantian. This master looked at your dantian, it seems to be different from the ordinary waste dantian, and it should be able to change. The change he said was not the kind of change that Langyu himself thought. If you can really come back to life, then how can there be mortals in the world, this is just a kind of rhetoric that Ling Songzi wants to justify himself. Then he glanced at Lang Yu and asked strangely, "However, what is that little pot on your sea of knowledge?" ”