Chapter Ninety-Eight: My Brother

In the mountains near dawn, the night was still shrouded in darkness, and the white mist slowly spread down from the stream.

"Boom"

Bian Que, who had just stabilized in the third order of the martial apprentice, gradually became ruddy with his pale little face, and his heavy and rapid breathing became deep and powerful, and unexpectedly, a small roar appeared in his body again.

The third-order aura of the martial apprentice who had just broken through in a short period of time suddenly climbed again, and the endless aura began to submerge into Bian Que's bones at this time under the guidance of the "Divine Poison Jade Bone" exercise.

"Quenching bones with spirits, refining marrow with poison, as long as you reach a certain realm, this breath and breath can become an invisible and tasteless poison, no wonder you can invisibly kill the low-level martial saints. ”

Seeing such a scene, Wu Tian's eyes emitted a little dark green brilliance, and bold thoughts emerged from his mind, he knew that ordinary martial artists who practiced poisonous bodies should not approach him.

I also delusionally thought about refining poisonous souls in the vast period of a hundred years, even if the soul was out of the body, it was with the power of not approaching, but I never thought of refining poisonous bones.

At this moment, I finally knew why Bian Que in front of him looked like a human at the beginning, but he was able to exert a poison technique that was more unpredictable than his own poisonous body.

It turned out that all the reasons were from the bones that he refined into divine poison jade bones, but now he knew his goal even more, bones and divine souls, as well as flesh, Wu Tian would refine them all into the pinnacle work.

"Poof.."

Seeing that this Bian Que broke through again, he went from an ordinary person to a fleeting and exaggerated martial artist of the fourth order of martial arts in a short period of time.

Wu Niu, who was sitting next to him, was directly stumbling, and it took him three or four years to reach the fourth rank of martial disciples, but now Bian Que has soared into the sky in a few hours.

"Wu. Wu... Wu. ”

"I'm not dreaming, am I? And this terrifying ascension??"

This was a full shock, and Wu Niu, who was already rough, directly widened the child's fist-sized eyes, and the mouth was open enough to swallow the huge old noodle steamed bun in one bite.

This is simply a great opportunity, washing the muscles and cutting the pulses, quenching the bones and refining the marrow, even Wu Niu, who has obtained good magic skills, has a dry mouth, and the Adam's apple can't stop sliding up and down.

"This Bian Que is a mortal fetus in the flesh, and he has not undergone the slightest spiritual power refinement, so the only remaining soul fire inheritance can easily transform his muscles and bones, so as to reach the point where it is most suitable for the operation of the exercises. ”

"But this skyrocketing cultivation is only the residual power in the soul fire, and there is only this one opportunity! In the future, it will be slowly absorbed and consolidated to consolidate the inheritance, and the chance of cultivation skyrocketing will still exist, but it will not be as exaggerated as it is now. ”

Seeing Wu Niu's dry mouth and the way he kept sliding his Adam's apple, Wu Tian slowly said, after all, these things taught Wu Niu earlier, and they also played a good role in his future cultivation and the control of chance.

"Whew.."

At this time, Bian Que, who had broken through the fourth order of the martial apprentice, exhaled a deep breath of pitch-black turbidity, and the aura around him, which was originally quite rich, gradually began to dissipate between heaven and earth.

The eyebrows are clear and the eyes are beautiful, and the beard and hair are all ink green.

His eyes slowly opened, and before he could feel the continuous power in his body, this Bian Que knelt directly in front of Wu Tian with a 'poof'.

"Little magpie, what are you doing here?"

The man has gold under his knees, why is this Bian Que kneeling for a while, even if Wu Tian got it, he didn't know how, and quickly helped him up.

But the stubborn Bian Que knelt on the ground like this, and while Wu Tian was not paying attention, he also knocked his head three times, and there was a little blood on his forehead.

This is enough to see how sincere the three ringheads are.

"Engong, Xiao Queque knows that there is gold under the man's knees, and he also knows that the boy bleeds without tears, and he knows that the boy kneels to the sky and kneels to his parents. ”

"But today's grace to save your life, the grace of recreation, is comparable to the grace of your parents, in the future, I Bian Que will be your own brother, if my brother needs, even if this life is given away, I have no regrets. ”

"My father told me that the grace of dripping water should be repaid by a spring, and the grace of saving life and the grace of reinvention is enough for the little magpie to repay with this life. ”

The pious appearance turned out to be uncontrollable trembling all over his body, at the age of fourteen, he had endured the white-eyed ridicule of many teenagers in Ling Tiancheng, such an opportunity to be placed in the mortal world was enough to cause a bloody storm and blood, and the corpses were full of bones.

But Wu Tian in front of him actually gave it directly to himself, if so, what is the purpose? Bian Que asked himself that in addition to being a waste who could not be cultivated, he only had a little medical Dao understanding.

But can I exchange such a chance for such a medical understanding on Weibo? Can I exchange it for Wu Tian's grace of saving his life and the grace of reconstruction? The answer is absolutely impossible.

But at this moment, Wu Tian did just that, he didn't ask for anything in return, he was so generous, and he changed the trajectory of his waste life.

Thanks, Daxie, what's the harm if you get this life?

"Okay, okay, let's get up first. ”

Seeing Bian Que who was in tears at this moment, Wu Tian knew that Bian Que's family could only be regarded as a very small medical family, and the waste materials that could not be cultivated in the big family would suffer from the eyes and ridicule of countless people, and even insults and beatings in life.

Not to mention Bian Que in the small family, although the Bian Que family is united and friendly, there will still be many small families who are not used to it, and they will also ridicule Bian Que who can't cultivate in front of him even more unscrupulously.

These decades of depression were unexpectedly resolved at this moment, and even if the fourth order of martial apprentices was placed in front of a fourteen-year-old youth, I am afraid it could be regarded as an upper-middle level.

Bian Que, who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, hurriedly helped him up, and a white silk silk appeared in his hand to wipe the blood on his forehead.

In the future, there will definitely be a place for him in the mortal god realm, and when the time comes, he will just wait to point out the country, scold Fang Xuan, and laugh at the ups and downs in this world.

"I... I... I..."

Excited speechless, I never thought that this time I would not die, and I would have such a blessing, and this is all thanks to the young man in front of him.

When Pingshui meets, it is all passing clouds.

But Wu Tian did not hesitate to give this creation against the sky, not only to enable himself to cultivate martial arts, but more importantly, there were many formulas of highly poisonous elixirs in this inheritance, as well as many formulas of elixirs that had long been lost.

This simply made Bian Que, who was originally a small family of medical Taoists, ecstatic, although there are many highly poisonous medicinal materials, as long as they are used properly, they will definitely be able to save countless people from fire and water.

"Needless to say, since you call me to kiss my brother, isn't it what my brother should do to give my brother some greeting gifts?"

Seeing Bian Que, who was stammering again, was reflected by the flames on his cheeks, showing a faint smile.