"Well, a month later, you and I will see you on the test stage, at that time, I will let you learn and understand, it's too vain!"

Jia Yushu sneered and said twice, looking like he was winning.

In fact, it is mainly about Wang Ping's subduing of the Fire Feather Sparrow, among the disciples, it has not yet spread, the only two who know Zhang Gu and Yu Ruyun, Yu Ruyun's temperament is cold, it is impossible to say more, and Zhang Gu was ordered by his master Xie Tianhua to prohibit the spread of the word.

The disciples here didn't know that the little girl who had just taken over the battle book for Wang Ping was actually Wang Ping's natal spirit beast, the third-order spirit beast Fire Feather Sparrow Illusion, if they knew, they would not dare to mock Wang Ping in front of Wang Ping if they were given a hundred dares.

Not to mention, there are also those who jump out to write the war, which is simply a long life for the birthday star to hang himself.

Ye Nishang on the stage watched the development of the situation, her bright eyes flickered slightly, and after a while, a voice forced into Wang Ping's ears.

"In this fight, the teacher forbids you to use the fire feather finch, and you are only allowed to use your own cultivation to compete with Jia Yushu."

"Huh? Why? ”

Wang Ping was a little dissatisfied.

"What, why? I'm your master! Master's words, do you dare to listen? I haven't even cared about you interrupting the sermon for the teacher! If you continue to do your own thing, as a teacher, I will let you repent and be confined for a year, and reflect on it! ”

Ye Nisheng's tone suddenly changed, and she became stern with Wang Ping.

"Don't, Master, you know it's wrong."

Although he has just started and repented of the cliff, Wang Ping doesn't know, but just the length of this one-year confinement is enough to scare Wang Ping, he is a master who can't be idle, otherwise it is impossible to cultivate too much of a void, he can't even sit still for half a day, let him stay in one place for a year, it's even more uncomfortable than killing him, he hurriedly bowed his head to Ye Nishang and admitted his mistake.

Ye Nishang had a satisfied smile on her face.

The reason why Ye Nishang said this was mainly because he didn't want Wang Ping to rely too much on the Fire Feather Sparrow and ignore the improvement of his own strength.

Isn't Wang Ping unwilling to practice too empty tricks this time, and wants to change to a fast practice, but that kind of exercises, the cultivation that comes out of practice is all to pull out the seedlings to grow, and the Taixu spiritual power that has been practiced in a serious way is very different, and there is a huge gap in strength, the choice of exercises at the beginning of cultivating immortals is very important, Wang Ping can be described as a rare genius in a thousand years, Ye Nishang doesn't want to watch such a good seedling, delayed by inferior exercises, so he takes this opportunity to make Wang Ping realize the importance of strength, Willingly go to cultivate the Taixu Secret.

"But Master, I can't practice this trick too much, you should always give me another exercise, my requirements are not high, it doesn't matter if it's strong or not, just cultivate it and improve quickly."

Otherwise, after a month, you won't let me use fire, and my cultivation is lower than others, is this not clear that I will lose? When the time comes, I will lose face, even if I am afraid, I am afraid of smearing the face of the master. ”

Wang Ping looked at Ye Nishang with a look of grievance.

Ye Nishang saw that this was all about to fight, but he was still so stubborn and refused to improve his strength, Ye Nishang had no choice in his heart, and secretly scolded Wang Ping for not being able to support the wall in the mud, and threw down a sentence, "The exercises that practice fast are available in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, you can find them yourself!" ”

With a wave of his big hand, he blew Wang Ping out of the Dao Hall.

Seeing this scene, Huo'er was stunned for a moment, grinned at Ye Nishang for a while, and then hurriedly chased out.

"Childe."

In the same place, the disciples in the Taoist hall talked for a while, and Jia Yushu, who was in the limelight this time, felt quite good about himself, and raised his head very arrogantly, so he sat down again.

"Senior brothers, this time, I will definitely seek justice for you, let them see and understand, ordinary disciples may not be as good as the so-called personal disciples......

Seeing that the good sermon became like this, Ye Nishang was also very helpless, rubbed her temples, senior sister Yu Ruyun got up, and said coldly, "Quiet", and the disciples quieted down again, listening to Ye Nishang continue to preach.

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Although there are nine peaks in the Taixu Gate, there is only one place in the Scripture Pavilion, which is on the main peak of the Taixu Gate, above the Taixu Peak.

Wang Ping was directly blown over by Ye Nisheng's slap, but he didn't have to look for it.

It's not that Wang Ping can't resist, it's just that he knows that Ye Nishang didn't mean to hurt himself, so he let his body swing with the wind and came here.

Wang Ping happened to land not far in front of the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he looked up at the other side of the mountain, compared to the shorter Ten Thousand Beasts Peak, he knew that it was not so easy to go back now, so he moved his mind and asked Huo'er to wait to come and pick him up.

There is some kind of unique connection between the monk and the natal spirit beast, even if Wang Ping can't transmit the sound at all, Huo'er also received Wang Ping's message in an instant, and when he replied, he would arrive soon.

Wang Ping nodded with satisfaction and walked into the Scripture Pavilion.

In a sect of cultivating immortals like Taixumen, most of the disciples, whether they are disciples or elders, choose to retreat and practice penance in order to pursue cultivation, and few people have the leisure time to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to look at ancient books.

Therefore, even in broad daylight, it was still in front of the main peak Taixu Peak and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and there was no one there, except for a short old man, meditating in front of the door, and it seemed that he was the elder who was guarding this place.

Wang Ping stepped forward.

"Hello, old man."

The old man had his eyes closed, but when he heard Wang Ping calling him, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, opened his eyes, and glanced at Wang Ping.

The reason for the accident is because there are not many disciples who come and go in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but there are also them, but they are generally in a hurry, and they will never stay too long.

However, under this look, the old man could see that the spiritual energy in Wang Ping's body was exhausted, and he had not even completed the introduction of qi into his body, coupled with a strange tiger jacket that distinguished the other disciples on the mountain, he must have just been a registered disciple who had just gone up the mountain, or a more inferior miscellaneous disciple, so he couldn't help but shake his head slightly and sighed

"It's rare for this son to have such a heart, but he's just a miscellaneous disciple."

After thinking about it, he opened his mouth and said to Wang Ping.

"Junior, look at you as a miscellaneous disciple, see that you are so polite, the old man will remind you a few words, in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the area open to miscellaneous disciples, only the outer ten rows of ancient books on the first floor, are also some strange things, or ancient book fragments, for you at present, it is really not very helpful, the old decay advises you to honestly go back and practice the Taixu Trick well, so that you can have the opportunity to be promoted to a formal disciple, so that you can read some magic classics in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

Wang Ping was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't know why the old man regarded himself as a miscellaneous disciple, but he didn't care about it and asked.

"Old man, then say so, isn't there a true cultivation method in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

The old man frowned and said, "Cultivating the true exercises? Isn't every disciple of the Taixu Sect's Taixu Secret Sect able to cultivate? With the Taixu Technique, what do you still have to look at those low-level exercises? ”

Wang Ping didn't understand in his heart that this Tai Xuan Jue was practiced so slowly, why did everyone respect it so much, how could this old man in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion be like this, what was so good about this Tai Xuan Jue?

Wang Ping couldn't figure it out, so he scratched his head and honestly said what he thought in his heart.

"Grandpa, I think the cultivation of the Void Technique is too slow, so let's see if there is any practice to cultivate faster."

"Cultivating faster?"

When the old man heard this, his face gradually turned cold.

On the way to cultivating the truth, it is not a good thing to cultivate too quickly, which is well known.

The fact that a hundred zhang high-rise buildings rise from the ground and the cultivation speed is fast indicates that the foundation is not firmly laid, so that the possibility of encountering bottlenecks in the future will be greatly improved.

In the old man's opinion, even if he is just a miscellaneous disciple, although his status is humble, he should also take one step at a time and cultivate solidly, instead of rushing for quick success, in order to be promoted, he should give up the Taixu secret that is thick and solid in cultivation and has no side effects of cultivation, and choose those flashy second-rate exercises that have a fast entry speed.

To do so is tantamount to self-destruction of the future.

It is not a good thing to encourage seedlings, this is an indisputable fact.

They are already miscellaneous disciples, how the talent can be imagined, so they don't obediently lay the foundation, quantitative changes cause qualitative changes, but they are so exaggerated, in order to pick up sesame seeds, but they lose watermelons, which makes the old man just have a good impression of Wang Pingsheng, and disappear without a trace in an instant.

So he snorted a little impatiently: "Yes, you can go in and find it yourself!" ”

After speaking, the old man fell silent again.

Wang Ping didn't know why the old man's attitude towards himself had changed so much all of a sudden, but he also guessed in his heart that it seemed that in the Taixu Gate, slandering the Taixu Jue seemed to be a matter that was easy to cause public anger, so he laughed twice, arched his hand to the old man, and quickly slipped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Hmph, so eager for quick success, acting exaggeratedly, you deserve to be a handyman for the rest of your life!"

With a cold snort, the old man closed his eyes dissatisfied, and no longer paid attention to Wang Ping.

Not long after, there was a sparse sound of flipping books in the Scripture Pavilion, and even reached the ears of the old man outside the door.

The old man couldn't help but open his eyes and get up from the ground.

"This stinky boy won't go to the Scripture Pavilion and rummage around, no, I have to go and see."

However, just as the old man was about to enter the Golden Pavilion, a figure suddenly burst out of it and appeared in front of the old man without warning.

Before the old man could react, Wang Ping wiped the sweat drops on his face and asked the old man.

"Grandpa, I've looked for all the books in the first ten rows on the first floor, and I'm not satisfied with those exercises, is there anything better?"

The old man's consciousness swept inside, and found that this kid was not as worried as he was, flipping through the books randomly, so he was relieved, and looked up at Wang Ping and snorted coldly.

"Absolutely! It's just that it's all on the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion. ”

"The second layer? Are there no restrictions on entry? Wang Ping asked again.

"Even if there is no limit, you may not be able to go up."

"Why?"

The old man sneered, looked at Wang Ping with disdain, and said: "Starting from the second layer of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there is a special resistance formation, and if you don't cultivate to the foundation building period, you can't go up at all, you are a miscellaneous disciple who has not completed the introduction of qi into the body, even if I let you go, you will not be able to ascend to the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!" ”

"Oh, as long as you can go up."

Wang Ping was relieved after hearing this, since there were no restrictions, it didn't matter, as for the resistance formation that could only be resisted by building a foundation, he didn't listen to it at all, and the whole person directly turned into a black shadow and disappeared in place.

The old man was stunned when he saw this, Wang Ping's speed was so fast that he didn't even react, and when he reacted, the expression on his face became increasingly ugly, and he hurriedly rushed into the Scripture Pavilion.

"Stinky boy, I said it all, you can only go up during the foundation building period, don't break in, in case you get hurt......"

The old man walked into the Golden Pavilion, and was just halfway through his words, but he was stunned on the spot.

Because he suddenly saw that in the Scripture Pavilion, on the spiral staircase leading to the second floor, Wang Pingzheng was like a nobody, three steps and two steps, jumping, and the person disappeared on the stairs and went to the second floor.

When the old man saw this scene below, he was petrified on the spot......

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