At night, Yang Wenhao, who had just swallowed a small section of wild ginseng, was sitting cross-legged on his bed refining the essence of it.

When he first obtained the system, the system gave Yang Wenhao a choice, one is the practice of extremely fast cultivation, and the other is the slow cultivation speed, but once the cultivation is successful, then he can challenge the level and be not afraid of the strong.

In the end, Yang Wenhao chose the latter, and the latter was this Heavenly Dao exercise.

I think that if I had cultivated the exercises with a fast cultivation speed at the beginning, it is estimated that I would definitely not be just refining qi four times now.

But slow also has the benefit of slowness, Yang Wenhao now feels that the aura in his body is far more than the original aura of his own qi training.

As long as you break through again, it is not difficult to overcome the challenge.

The road of qi cultivation is just the beginning, and there are several major realms in the future, and only by cultivating to the end, can you be regarded as a real immortal.

Now he is just an immortal cultivator, and he is very different from immortals.

Suddenly, a cloud of yin qi rushed into the room.

This yin qi seemed to be looking for something, knowing that after touching Yang Wenhao's pure aura, it suddenly rushed into Yang Wenhao's body as if it had found a target.

Yang Wenhao, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, frowned slightly, but he didn't show anything.

"Juvenile .. Juvenile..."

Suddenly, a deep and old voice came into Yang Wenhao's ears.

After Yang Wenhao heard this sound, he hurriedly stopped running the exercises, opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw a gray-haired, white-dressed, kind-eyed old man standing not far from him.

Seeing this old man in gorgeous clothes, Yang Wenhao's first reaction was vigilance.

After all, quietly entering his room, he was already the only one to pay attention to.

The white-haired old man stroked the white beard on his chin and said, "Young man, I like your bones very much, the old man wants to take you as an apprentice, how about it?" ”

"Take me as an apprentice?" Yang Wenhao felt a little unreal for some reason: "You are an immortal?" ”

The identity of the old man in front of him coincides with the immortal in Yang Wenhao's heart.

The white-haired old man said lightly: "I can't see it, but you know something." ”

Yang Wenhao looked at the white-haired old man with some strangeness: "Doesn't the senior know that the younger generation is cultivating the immortal family exercises?" ”

"You ....." A hint of surprise flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes for a moment, and then he quickly covered up the past, and said with a slow smile: "This is the best, you are the inheritor of the immortal family's exercises, that is no better, are you willing to worship the old man as a teacher?" ”

The white-haired old man's strange look at that moment naturally couldn't hide from Yang Wenhao, Yang Wenhao sneered in his heart and shook his head: "I'm sorry, please forgive the younger generation for not agreeing." ”

"Why?" The white-haired old man obviously didn't understand why Yang Wenhao was unwilling.

Cultivating immortals, that is synonymous with immortality, and some people are unwilling.

Just as Yang Wenhao was about to answer, the voice of the system came from his ears.

"Ding... The host triggers a temporary task: Kill the remnant soul of the Shura clan in the underworld, and reward 500 points for completing the task. ”

"Description: The Shura clan, one of the tribes of the underworld, is warlike, suspicious and jealous, the men are extremely ugly, and the women are extremely beautiful."

"The Asura of the Underworld?" Yang Wenhao frowned, and found that things didn't seem to be simple.

He couldn't help but set his eyes on the white-haired old man in gorgeous clothes in front of him.

Such a kind old man, could it be that the ugly men in the mission could not be the Shura clan.

Originally, the Shura clan, as one of the ten thousand clans in the underworld, could torture and kill Yang Wenhao by any clan, but according to the system, the kind-hearted old man in front of him was just a wisp of remnant soul.

Since it is a remnant soul, then its strength is less than ninety percent of the peak.

But for the sake of safety, Yang Wenhao smiled faintly and said to the white-haired old man: "Senior, the younger generation has a doubt, I don't know if the seniors can answer for the juniors, if they do, the juniors will worship the seniors as teachers." ”

"Seriously!" When the white-haired old man heard this, a look of joy flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, and coughed lightly: "Since you call me a senior, then I will answer your doubts." ”

Yang Wenhao said: "Please get closer to the seniors, and the juniors will make it clear." ”

The white-haired old man naturally didn't know what Yang Wenhao was thinking in his heart, and he was still immersed in joy at this time, so he naturally wouldn't be suspicious.

However, just as the white-haired old man approached Yang Wenhao's side, and Yang Wenhao also made a pair to say the problem, suddenly Yang Wenhao took out a long sword first, condensed his true qi on the sword, and slashed at the white-haired old man with a sword.

If the white-haired old man didn't dodge, then this sword could cut the white-haired old man's body in two, which could be said to be fatal with one blow.

But since the white-haired old man is a Shura clan and has good real strength, he is now a wisp of remnant soul.

The white-haired old man was shocked when he saw Yang Wenhao's movements, and at that moment, he understood that it was definitely impossible to retreat with his whole body.

Then only a strong man can break his wrist.

A sword light struck, and the white-haired old man's arm was directly cut off by Yang Wenhao.

"Huh...."Seeing the white-haired old man give up his arm so decisively in order to survive, Yang Wenhao was a little surprised.

The white-haired old man's severed arm instantly turned into ashes after breaking away from the white-haired old man's body.

"Boy, you're fooling me!"

At this time, the white-haired old man was not hiding it, looking at Yang Wenhao with hideous eyes.

Yang Wenhao held a sharp sword and looked at the white-haired old man coldly: "Hmph.... It's a joke that you, a little remnant of the Shura clan, want to be my master too. ”

"Why are you ....." The white-haired old man was originally full of anger, but when he heard Yang Wenhao reveal his identity, his anger turned into shock.

"Curious why I know your identity?" Yang Wenhao sneered: "I'll tell you after your soul is gone." ”

When the white-haired old man heard this, he was a little angrier than just now: "Vertical son dares!" ”

A person has three souls and six spirits, and the three souls and six spirits are attached to the body, if the body is dead, then the soul can be reincarnated and reincarnated, and the same is true for the Shura clan, if there is a soul, you can be reincarnated, and the next life is still the Shura clan.

But if the soul is scattered, then there is no chance of reincarnation.

It's no wonder that the white-haired old man was so angry when he heard that Yang Wenhao wanted him to be scattered.

"I dare or not, I can try."

Yang Wenhao directly held a sword and used his body to kill the white-haired old man.

"You ....."

If the white-haired old man's strength was at his peak, Yang Wenhao probably didn't know how many times he died, but if it weren't for the white-haired old man's strength, Yang Wenhao wouldn't dare to do it.

The white-haired old man couldn't get any chance at all under Yang Wenhao, a pure immortal cultivator.

Just after the white-haired old man's mistake created an opportunity for Yang Wenhao, Yang Wenhao cut off the white-haired old man with a sword, and then he was afraid that the remnant soul of the Shura clan would not die, so he added a few more swords.