"The path of cultivation, going against the sky, condensing the spiritual tripod, from one to nine, above the nine tripods, is called immortality. Shizun said that if you want to break through the realm of immortality, you must unite the nine tripods and gather the spiritual sea. ”

"But then again, the pursuit of the path of immortality is to act against the sky, from ancient times to the near monks, there are only a handful of people who can achieve immortality. Don't talk about immortality, many monks who are close to ancient times can't even condense Jiuding in their lives, and finally their longevity is exhausted and they die depressed. ”

"So, junior brother, whether to become an alchemist, and in the future, the status of the respected scenery is infinitely chic for a hundred years, or to pursue the almost ethereal and unreachable road of immortality, you choose. ”

Early in the morning, Fang Huan got up from the bed, and the words that Zhang Gongliang said to him last night echoed in his mind.

Is it to pursue an unattainable dream, or to give up the word immortality forever to become an alchemist who seems to be infinitely beautiful?

This is a problem.

Fang Huan took out the woodcutter given to him by Zhang Gongliang from the ring between his fingers and went out to chop wood.

The grass and trees in the mountains are all lifeless at the moment, and it is inevitable to feel a little guilty when they see these rear Huan.

As a spiritual weapon that carved four formations, this firewood knife did make Fang Huan's efficiency in chopping firewood much faster, and it didn't take long for him to cut down four or five trees.

"Little junior brother, get up early. Zhang Gongliang walked over early in the morning with his waist stretched.

"Senior brother early. ”

In the past, when chopping firewood, Fang Huan inevitably had sweat on his forehead after a long time, but after condensing a tripod, Fang Huan chopped firewood much easier, and his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

"Senior brother, give this knife a name. Fang Huan raised the spirit weapon firewood knife in his hand.

Zhang Gongliang raised his head and surrounded the dead grass and trees around him, thought for a moment and said: "The year is cold, and then the pine and cypress are withered, how about the year of cold?"

Fang Huan, who had read some poetry books with Senior Brother these days, nodded again and again.

"Little junior brother, how do you feel after condensing a tripod?" Zhang Gongliang approached Fang Huan step by step with a smile.

Fang Huan, who was almost unsuspecting of the senior brother, replied without looking back while waving his knife: "It's very good, I was tired from cutting down two trees before, but now I don't feel tired at all." ”

"It's okay, it's okay. ”

Zhang Gongliang casually walked behind Fang Huan, gently raised a palm, and then ...... The palm of the palm is gray and dead breath gushing out!

A palm print on Fang Huan's vest!

The yin ash and dead qi immediately poured into Fang Huan's body frantically along the pores of Fang Huan's back, and went straight to Fang Huan's dantian Lingding.

Feeling the cold chill of the dead air scurrying through his body, Fang Huan turned his head and saw the smiling and warm face of the senior brother, with a look of disbelief.

The dead air instantly filled Fang Huan's dark green spirit tripod, and the next moment it cut the hundred grass tripod to pieces!

Fang Huan, who was damaged by Lingding, spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered back, and finally stood firm on the ground with the newly named "Sui Han" firewood knife in his hand.

"Big ...... Big brother?"

Fang Huan's pale face was full of doubts and puzzlement, as well as a hint of panic.

Zhang Gongliang still smiled and asked, "How do you feel now?"

Fang Huan was silent, he didn't know why Senior Brother wanted to break the one that he had worked so hard to gather.

"Aren't you curious about why on the Cloud Piercing Peak that day, the same Qiding cultivator, why can I suppress the other four masters to fight? That's the reason. ”

Fang Huan was still puzzled.

"When I was a teacher, I had already condensed the four tripods, and then our master smashed all my four tripods to reunite me, and then broke them after the reunion, and then reunited, and repeated dozens of times, which made my spiritual tripod stronger and thicker than the ordinary monk's spiritual tripod, so on the Cloud Piercing Peak, none of the four heads was my opponent, because their spiritual power was not as strong as me, and it was not as thick as me. ”

Fang Huan understood this time.

"Little junior brother, if you don't want to be an empty cultivator, from today onwards, reunite your Lingding. Senior Brother may appear behind you at any time to shatter your Lingding, which is just the right time to exercise your reflexes. When will your kid's Lingding be able to withstand my blow unscathed, and when will it end. Shizun said, this is called Lingding Hundred Refinement. ”

Fang Huan's hanging heart was put down, at least Senior Brother didn't want to harm him.

At that moment just now, Fang Huan's first thought was, my mother is dead, and even my senior brother wants to harm me, who else can I trust in this world?

Feeling the spiritual power that was dissipating in his body, Fang Huan showed a wry smile and said, "Senior brother, even if it's ...... You're going to help me, say hello to me in advance, I thought you were going to kill me. ”

Zhang Gongliang pouted and said: "You kid, you have been bullied by the villagers since you were a child, why are you still so defenseless? You can't have the heart to harm people, you can't have the heart to defend people, even if you are close to you, you can't be defenseless at all, if you don't give you a lesson, can you remember it for a long time? Hurry up and sit down and collect the spiritual power in your body, and after a while, all the spiritual power will be dispersed, and your spiritual tripod will not be able to reunite." ”

Fang Huan sat cross-legged on the ground as he said, gathering the spiritual power that had collapsed in his body, and while expelling the dead qi flowing in his body, he re-condensed Yiding.

Zhang Gongliang's shot was not heavy, otherwise with his Qiding cultivation, Fang Huan would not be able to bear it at all.

A handful of Wood Spirit Pill was handed to Fang Huan by Zhang Gongliang, and after taking the Wood Spirit Pill, the spiritual energy in Fang Huan's body gradually became abundant, and the Baicao Ding, which had been torn apart, slowly began to reunite.

With the assistance of a steady stream of Wood Spirit Pills, it took Fang Huan two hours to finally reunite the Baicao Ding successfully.

"Stabilized?" Zhang Gongliang asked with concern.

"Hmm!" Fang Huan nodded.

Zhang Gongliang had a relieved expression, and then ...... Another palm slapped out, and the cold and dead qi rushed into Fang Huan's body again.

Baicaoding ...... Shattered again!

"It's said that the heart of defense is indispensable, why don't you kid have a long memory?" Zhang Gongliang clapped his hands, looking disappointed that he couldn't teach, but the corners of his mouth raised a slight happy smile.

Zhang Gongliang controlled the strength when he made a move, and with Fang Huan's own recovery ability far beyond ordinary people, Zhang Gongliang was not worried that he would really hurt Fang Huan.

Fang Huan, who was bleeding from his throat, looked at the smile on the corner of Senior Brother's mouth, and for the first time felt that Senior Brother was so black-bellied.

Except for your mother, you are not good people!

I must have done this to him like this before, so now he is doing this to himself and balancing himself.

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In the next month and a half, Zhang Gongliang appeared behind Fang Huan from time to time to slap him.

When Fang Huan was chopping wood, Zhang Gongliang suddenly appeared behind his back.

Fang Huan was sleeping in the house, and Zhang Gongliang suddenly entered the room and slapped him.

At the dinner table, Fang Huan was pulling rice, and Zhang Gongliang put down his chopsticks with a palm.

The real people of the six yao are like they can't see it, and they don't care about it.

This made Fang Huan very devastated, and in a month and a half, he repeatedly reunited with Baicaoding no less than fifty times.

So much so that Fang Huan walked around when he saw Zhang Gongliang now.

It was also thanks to the help of the elixirs of the four major sects, otherwise Fang Huan's speed of reuniting Lingding would not be so fast.

"You kid be content, your senior brother and I am the corpse demon tripod of the condensed dead qi, when the dead qi is reunited, the whole body is cold, as if there are thousands of ants crawling and biting on the body, and there seem to be thousands of souls and ghosts in the ears who keep wailing; Look at you kid again, the spiritual power of the grass and trees is docile and peaceful, and it is much easier to reunite than the two of us at the beginning, don't cry and lose your face, come on, come on, and give the senior brother a smile. ”

"Huh...... Hehe. ”

Finally, in the evening, Fang Huan was squatting by the stream to brush the dishes, and Zhang Gongliang's figure appeared behind Fang Huan like a ghost, with a palm print.

Fang Huan, who had been attacked so many times, almost subconsciously rolled to the side in embarrassment and dodged this palm.

Zhang Gongliang missed a palm, and did not give up, but took a step forward, and the palm shadow enveloped Fang Huan again,

There is no way to avoid it!

Zhang Gongliang slapped his palm on Fang Huan's chest.

Dead Qi surged into his body, but the Baicao Ding in Fang Huan's body was only entangled and shaken by the dead qi, and not even a crack appeared, and the dead qi was expelled from the body by the grass and wood aura.

Looking at Fang Huan, whose aura was running as usual, Zhang Gongliang nodded with satisfaction and said, "Little junior brother, congratulations, your Yiding realm is stable from today, and Senior Brother will no longer sneak attack you from time to time." ”

Fang Huan was relieved, he finally didn't have to be tortured every day, and he was happy.

waited for Fang Huan to get up from the ground, but he was slapped on the back by Zhang Gongliang's palm, and staggered into the stream.

"Little junior brother, you still have to practice your reaction speed. ”

Fang Huan, who was sitting in the water and soaked through his clothes, looked resentful, and there were still droplets of water dripping from his hair.