"Now that you have laid the foundation, then from now on, the teacher can also formally teach you how to cultivate. Are you all packed? We'll set off for the dream in a moment. ”

Dreamland?

Practice?

Yechen was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but glance at Feng Yu on his side.

This person didn't tell him anything just now, and he didn't mention that he should pack up his clothes, if he hadn't been cooperative, it was estimated that Feng Yu would have been unable to help but forcibly tie him up directly.

But these words naturally can't be complained about in front of Mo Qinghuan.

After all, the eldest disciple is Mo Qinghuan's pride and Mo Qinghuan's heart.

Yechen had to nod his head, indicating that everything was already ready.

Mu Huan then asked a few more words, and when he saw that he was fine, he led him straight to the dream.

The Dream Realm is a trial secret realm left by the first head of the Yunyin Sect, which is not only rich in aura, but also has an adjusted level of danger for disciples with different cultivations.

To put it simply, it is a very good cultivation holy place.

The only downside is that the place is a bit small.

Only one disciple can enter at a time.

Feng Yu, as Mo Qinghuan's eldest disciple and the son of the head of the family, naturally has already entered it, and his strength has also been greatly improved in it.

But that's just him.

This Dream Cloud Hidden Gate only opens once every three years, and only one disciple can enter at a time.

It is also because of this preciousness that every disciple who is lucky enough to enter this is all a great increase in cultivation after coming out, and they are amazingly gorgeous.

Feng Yu is, and so are the three junior disciples under him who are also Mo Qinghuan's personal disciples.

The second junior brother and the third junior brother are still out on a mission, while the fourth junior brother is in retreat here, and seeing that the three years are about to expire, the fourth junior brother is about to leave the customs......

Shizun couldn't wait to stuff Yechen, the little junior brother who had just been received, into it!

Or accompany you in person!

You must know that this kind of treatment, none of them have it.

Not only was he not accompanied by his master, but he had to wait for a long time for the opportunity to enter this dream, and every disciple had to stay up for several or three years before he finally arrived.

In the words of Shizun, cultivation is not to a certain realm, and entering this dream realm is also a waste of resources, so it is better to let other junior disciples with equally good talents enter and cultivate first.

"Accompaniment, of course, accompaniment! It is precisely because your little junior brother has just built the foundation now, and the teacher is afraid that he will encounter danger when he goes in, or waste this rare opportunity, so he has to go in to accompany him. ”

This explanation is that no matter how many times Wind Feather listens to it, he can't wait to kill Yechen.

"Then let the junior brother go in a few years later, and wait for him to come up with cultivation, so that there will be no waste of resources." He persuaded him bitterly.

However, the master is determined to be firm, but the oil and salt do not enter.

"Wait? No. Your junior brother has been delaying cultivation for so many years, and now he is fifteen years old and has just started to cultivate, so he can't delay any longer. ”

"Such a genius is rare in 10,000 years, and it can't be wasted."

To this day, Feng Yu can't forget the cautious expression on Shizun's face when he said this.

That was the expression he could hardly see on Shizun's face.

Shizun has a cold temperament, and he doesn't like to associate with people, except for cultivation on weekdays, he is almost not interested in dealing with people, and his perennial expression is even more difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

That time, it was Feng Yu's rare appearance, and he saw caution from his master's face.

It is enough to see that the master cares about the little junior brother.

It's better than before!

This is called Feng Yu's pride in the sky, as if someone had splashed a basin of ice, crackling, cold and hard, smashing his nose and face swollen, jealousy and distortion.

How could his master be so good to others!

Even if Mo Qinghuan is the first sword cultivator of the Yunyin Sect, he is the strongest, and it is impossible for the disciples to accept only one of him, and now there are many disciples who have passed it on.

But even so.

He should be the best!

The one that makes the master proud and happy the most!

And no one else!

"If the master is really not at ease, you can also let the disciple go in and accompany you." Thinking back, Feng Yu still did not give up the idea of dispelling the master's suggestion.

Mu Huan shook his head when he heard this, and didn't plan to say more.

Her big apprentice is too frizzy, and she can't do this or that at every turn, Mu Huan doesn't bother to reprimand her.

Just ignore it.

Walked straight to the little apprentice and left with someone.

Only left Feng Yu with an indifferent back.

called him unwilling, and couldn't help but secretly follow.

Even when the dream was opened, he seized the opportunity to follow Mo Qinghuan's master and apprentice and broke in.

"What are you going to do?" Looking at the sudden extra big apprentices around him, Mu Huan couldn't help but be annoyed.

"Master, stop the anger, the disciple is just ......" poof, Feng Yu didn't expect that his throat was sweet before he finished his confession, and his blood surged up, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood directly.

Immediately, he felt a sharp pain in his internal organs, his whole body's qi and blood were retrograde, and his spiritual power seemed to be attracted by something, surging out frantically and dispersing.

But that's not all.

As he vomited blood, Yechen on the side soon vomited blood and fell to the ground, just like him.