The young Zong Puyang, who changed his face faster than the sky, then said with a smile: "But your kid is lucky, as a teacher here, there is really such a quick method, not to mention that he will definitely be able to catch up with Na Ning girl, but the master can definitely guarantee that your kid will at least not be too slower than Ning Yatou." ”

Ji Rendong, who was originally sincere and sincere, looked at his master's strange smile, but he was a little inexplicably weak-hearted, and hurriedly bowed his hand and said: "The apprentice feels that what the master said before is very true, cultivation relies on the steady progress of step by step, where is there any shortcut to speak of, the disciple feels that he still has to rely on himself to practice well in the future, don't think about these crooked ways, and save himself in the end and end up with nothing, and it is not in vain to disgrace the master." ”

The more Ji Rendong looked at his master's smiling face, the more he felt that he was in danger, and almost found his master's way, although he didn't know what the shortcut in his master's mouth was, but it definitely made Ji Rendong not feel very comfortable.

When my master comes again, he will not miss any opportunity to teach him a good lesson, and what he just said is not in vain to hand over that opportunity to his master!

The young Zong Puyang chuckled, the smile on his face became more and more intense, and said: "It's late, you Ji Rendong just don't want to agree now, you must agree, so you'd better agree obediently, who let me be your master now? But don't worry, for the pursuit in your heart, your master will definitely help you, I just hope that the apprentice won't forget your master in the future." ”

The young Zong Puyang suddenly raised his head and looked up, only to see the sky-high dragon formed by the gathering of pure sword intent, and at the front of the dragon's head, a woman in white clothes fluttering, proud of the world.

When the woman stopped going up, the giant dragon also stopped its body and did not move forward, but this sky-high sword intent had the potential to break through the dragon's head and continue to rise high.

The woman seemed to be holding an object, and it was like a rouge gouache box used by a woman in a secular Yamashita dynasty.

There is no decoration in the square one, and the only thing that stands out is only the word quaint.

But the monk of Emperor Xuan, who fell on the top of a mountain like Zong Puyang, felt the majestic momentum contained under the quaint square box, and felt trembling slightly when the soul of the mountain peak realm peeked on it.

Suddenly, Zong Puyang looked back at the young Zong Puyang and shouted, "Quickly withdraw the power of the divine soul!"

The young Zong Puyang, who had already sensed that something was wrong with some words, seemed to want to go something, and before he had time to pat his head, he hurriedly withdrew the power of the soul that was traveling far away as quickly as possible.

At this moment, a majestic pulling force that even the monks of the mountaintop realm could not resist fell down above the mid-air where the woman was.

The first thing that was impressed was the sword intent long dragon whose entire body was composed of pure sword intent, and the breadth of light was not less than 100 meters.

The palm-sized square box was like an endless boundless size like a void, devouring the entire sword intent dragon.

Ning Fengyan's face became more and more pale, and his hands held down the long sword on his lap, the sense of fear that the long sword that had already opened a little bit of wisdom far exceeded that of everyone present, and the entire sword body was trembling.

The young Zong Puyang who escaped the catastrophe did not have the slightest sense of gratitude to that Zong Puyang, after all, according to his Zong Puyang's thoughts, isn't thanking that Zong Puyang just thanking himself?

The young Zong Puyang raised his head and looked at the woman in white who seemed to be hanging in the air, and he didn't realize that there was a slight distraction.

The monks on the top of the mountain should be like this, and the monks on the mountain are like this.

The woman in white seemed to be disgusted with the box in her hand, and it was too slow and slow to suck like this, and her eyebrows were furrowed with extreme dissatisfaction.

So the woman took off the square box and hung it in the air, and then pressed it on the bottom of the box with one hand, as if she was stamping her feet in the air, which was originally a broken cave blessed land, and under the stomp of the female monk, there were many visible cracks in the sky.

It's like a porcelain bottle that is about to be broken.

The woman's figure was accompanied by the palm-sized square box containing a small piece of void, and she fell down at great speed.

It fell at an extremely fast speed, and in the end, the woman in white, the square box in her hand, and the sword intent dragon all disappeared in front of the four of them.

The young Zong Puyang looked at his other self, but the other self looked at the layer of Xuanli barrier that suddenly appeared in many places a hundred meters away.

Young Zong Puyang had no choice but to sigh softly in his heart, yes, what should not be able to escape is still not able to escape.

originally thought that the woman in white could come out extremely quickly, but she had more time than the young Zong Puyang thought.

The woman in white had an expressionless face, and her hands were empty, and the small square box that had devoured an unimaginable pure sword intent dragon from before her.

Although both the young Zong Puyang and Zong Puyang were extremely curious about the square box, the two of them did not ask the woman so stupidly.

What's the matter? If you don't cultivate enough to be high enough for others, you still want to worry about other people's things? Wouldn't you die early?

The woman stepped forward, and from the sword mark ravine, she came in the direction of the four of them.

It's very slow, it's very slow, but every time you take a step, it's like stepping on the minds of several people, and it's extremely heavy.

Mo was about ten steps away, the woman stopped, and stood in place to look at a few people, but in the eyes of the young Zong Puyang, the woman in white looked like no one in her eyes.

The young Zong Puyang looked at his other self, scolded in his heart that it was really an old guy, and then said stubbornly: "Is there something wrong with the senior?"

The woman in white first nodded, then shook her head again, and fell into the eyes of the young Zong Puyang, who was most afraid of such an impermanent senior.

The woman spoke, "It's okay, but it's okay now." ”

Before the young Zong Puyang could continue to speak, the female senior who was designated as a very high cultivator asked directly, "What's the matter? This is your place." ”

So his eyes looked at the young Zong Puyang.

The young Zong Puyang, who was already only half of his soul, trembled a little for some reason under the eyes of the female monk.

It's not that I'm afraid of death, but it's a long wait that I don't know when I'm going to die.

The young Zong Puyang sneered and said: "The seniors have misunderstood, and the juniors are just here to experience by chance, if they mistakenly enter the land of the seniors and disturb the seniors, please be more considerate of the seniors." ”

I saw that the woman in white who had cultivated extremely well frowned, and said something that the young Zong Puyang couldn't even think of if he wanted to break his head.

"I don't call me a senior, my surname is Wu Ling. ”