In this fairyland, wooden stakes are neatly placed, like fish scales, for the disciples to practice. This stake is not an ordinary mahogany, but an ironwood that is known for its hardness and toughness in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

At this time, a disciple who had come here to cultivate slammed into the wooden stake with one fist, making a thumping sound similar to hitting a sandbag. They punched and kicked, unable to leave a trace on the iron stakes, but the sound blended with the rushing sound of the water to form a special rhythm.

"Whew, ha!" A young man made a straight fist, carrying the sound of the whistling wind, hitting the iron stake, making a bang, and at the same time bending his leg and raising his knees, hitting the stake with his knees, and there was another bang, like a muffled drum.

"It hurts me!" The boy grinned, shook his hand vigorously, and when he reached out, a distinct red mark appeared between his knuckles, as if he had been whipped hard. He spat indignantly: "Why do we have to suffer all this, while some people are holding books and cultivating at home? ”

"Practice yours with peace of mind!" With a soft shout from the side, a red-clothed girl kicked out a whip leg and slammed it on the stake, causing it to shake visibly with the naked eye. The girl retracted her legs in satisfaction and exhaled softly.

The boy blushed, half because of the girl's scolding, and half because the girl was pretty face. His eyes were full of the girl's fluttering red clothes, and the red was like the most vivid touch on the tip of a rose.

The girl's red dress fluttered in the boy's eyes like a flag. The boy was stunned, but got a roll of the girl's eyes: "Idiot! See what I'm doing? If you don't hurry up and practice yours, you will be left behind by others sooner or later! ”

The boy finally came to his senses, and resignedly answered, stretching out his leg and kicking it towards the stake, but it was too limp to do so. In his eyes, the stake seemed to be clothed in red, fluttering in front of him, scented with roses.

"Hey, you say." The girl in red stepped forward and slapped two palms on the stake, and then added a shoulder bump, which made the stake shake even harder. As the boy was silent, she seemed to feel a little bored, so she took the initiative to talk.

"Huh? Ahh The boy shuddered, only feeling that he seemed to be more nervous than when he faced the master," you said...... What did you say? The girl in red pouted in one direction, "I said, look at Senior Brother Qian." ”

Following the direction indicated by the girl, the young man found that Senior Brother Qian, who was feared by everyone in the Fengtian Sect, was standing indifferently in front of an iron and wooden stake, his eyes staring straight ahead, and he couldn't read any emotion from it. It is not alarmist that everyone is in awe, and the disciples in the Fengtian Sect always feel that Senior Brother Qian does not seem to be in the same world as them, and it is like a bright galaxy between them.

Senior Brother Qian is only in the early stage of foundation building, but he is a high-grade spiritual root, which is highly valued, like a rare pearl. However, at this time, he did not have any arrogance, wearing a short earth-gray coat and dusty straw sandals, standing simply.

He's just an ordinary passerby, as long as you don't look into his eyes. Senior Brother Qian has high cheekbones, a straight nose, and thin lips, and looks like a vigilant eagle from a distance.

But his eyes are unusually focused, there seems to be something hidden in them, revealing something, and it is like a deep pool in the ancient forest, and he can't see it to the end. The girl in red looked at it from afar, and a hint of obsession flashed in her eyes.

"Hey, nerd." The girl in red took out a handkerchief, gently wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead, and then approached the boy with light steps. The boy's face turned red all at once, because the two of them were close enough to make him smell the girl's natural body fragrance, like the scent of an orchid swaying.

"You say, what is Senior Brother Qian doing? I've been paying attention to him for a long time, but he's been there looking at the stake, what's the truth in that? The girl's mouth was smeared with lip grease, bright red and red, like blood.

"It must be enlightenment, right?" The girl's eyes were shining, as clear as crystal, and what she said couldn't help but carry some longing and awe, "I've heard that high-level monks all use enlightenment instead of cultivation, and what is 'hearing the Tao, dying at night', in short, it is something mysterious and mysterious." ”

"How can it be such a profound thing?" The young man was a little angry, it seemed that it was because the girl paid too much attention to Senior Brother Qian, so he couldn't help but have a hint of jealousy in his tone, "No matter how strong Senior Brother Qian is, he is just a foundation building period monk." “

"It's not ......" The girl seemed to want to save some face for Senior Brother Qian, but as soon as she spoke, she pursed her lips tightly and looked ahead with a stunned look. What's wrong? The young man was puzzled, and looked at the girl's line of sight, and froze for a moment.

Senior Brother Qian finally looked away, but turned his head and stared at them with his eyes. In an instant, the young man actually felt that Senior Brother Qian was like an eagle, soaring high in the sky, and he was just a prey stared at by the eagle, struggling on the side.

His face, which had already been flushed, was now even more red, as if it were dripping blood. The young man grunted twice, hurriedly lowered his head, and did not dare to look up at Senior Brother Qian. "You're saying I'm just a foundation-building monk?" Contrary to his face, Senior Brother Qian's voice was clear and powerful.

"No, it's not ......" The young man's head shook like a rattle, and he denied it nonorly, "Senior Brother Qian, I didn't say ......" "You don't need to call me Senior Brother Qian, just call me Qian Meaningless or Meaningless Senior Brother." Qian's senseless voice softened, making the young man opposite stunned, unable to believe that such gentle words came from the mouth of Senior Brother Qian, who everyone was in awe.

The girl in red's face was slightly red, and there seemed to be a light in her eyes. "But!" Senior Brother Qian's expression remained unchanged, but his voice suddenly became stern, making the young man and girl tremble, "When you were secretly talking, did you ever think that your movements were in my divine sense?" ”

Qian exhaled a cold breath senselessly, and it seemed that there was a natural feeling of slaughter, which made the hearts of young people and girls who had never been on the battlefield tighten: "Misjudging the scope of the enemy's divine consciousness is a taboo in the battle with demon beasts, and it is a matter of losing your life." ”

He turned to the young man, and the tone in his mouth softened again: "Don't underestimate these boring exercises, maybe you can practice a movement thousands of times before you can have a chance to survive in the mouth of the demon beast." ”

"Yes!" The young man trembled nervously, unconsciously stood up straight, put his palms on his trouser legs, and almost bowed on the spot, "Senior brother has a point!" ”

Qian looked at the young man senselessly, and his tone became more and more gentle: "Whether it makes sense or not is not up to me, it is the experience gained after countless fights and countless times in the face of death." ”

He took two steps and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Young man, you still have a lot to learn." ”