Blood fell down Xuanyuan Jingxue's palm, and only unwillingness and jealousy remained in the woman's eyes.

Why did Feng Yin get such superior treatment? Beauty, status, fame and fortune...... Why did all this little slut stand together! Where is the fourth lady of the Xuanyuan family who is not as good as this slut!

First confused Xuanyuan Yize's beast, then snatched her place to test the spiritual root, and now confused the sect master! What a slut! Someday this slut will go to hell!

Xuanyuan Jingxue exuded an aura of being unapproachable, and left the main peak step by step with resentment.

Feng Yin had a long, long dream, that he was cut by a thousand knives by the people of the Jiuyang Sect, and they brutally cut off the flesh on his body one by one, and sprinkled salt and wine on his wounds.

He saw the Great Elder walking towards him step by step, holding a dagger of cold light in his hand, wanting to gouge out his heart!

The knife rises - the knife falls -

"Help!" The young man bounced up from the bed, sweating profusely, opening his mouth and exhaling heavily.

It turned out to be just a dream.

"Wake up." An unfamiliar voice sounded in the air.

Feng Yin turned his head to look, and his eyes lit up, "Senior! Thank you seniors for saving your life! He bowed his hand to the man.

"No need to be polite, I'm just here to return the spirit stone." As he spoke, the man had already gotten up and placed the five intermediate spirit stones on the table.

"Hey! Predecessor! Feng Yin hurriedly got up from the bed and stopped the man who was leaving the door step by step.

"Is there something wrong?" The man's feet did not stop, and he still walked slowly towards the outside of the house.

"Senior, I haven't repaid you for saving your life!"

"When you are in the fairy competition, if you can win ten games, the deity will accept you as a disciple."

"Huh?" The style of painting is wrong, right? Why do you want to take yourself as an apprentice? "Senpai?"

"The deity knows what you want, in the future, the deity will come to get the spirit grass, all for free, what you owe the deity is not a bad debt."

"......" the corners of Feng Yin's mouth twitched, and said that he didn't want to repay the debt, but it was clear that he was repaying the debt, okay? What a senior!

Just when the young man was silently complaining, a cold air came to his face. Feng Yin's body stiffened, and he saw a white light flying across his cheek.

"Bang-" followed by a crisp sound behind him.

The young man slowly turned his head and saw a book inserted into the wooden wall next to the bed behind him.

Feng Yin looked frightened, if he came over a little more just now, I'm afraid it would be inserted into his head! Seniors! Do you want to be so cruel, so cruel, I don't want to be your apprentice at all!

Half of the book was inserted in the wooden wall, and it took Feng Yin a long time to pull out the book, but although the book was good, the paper was no different from the waste paper.

The title of the book is "Three Qing Jue", and it is the most basic introductory exercise in the Qi training stage. Of course, Feng Yin wouldn't know that what he took out from the hands of the Nine Princes was a good treasure even if it was an introductory exercise.

This time, Feng Yin was really stable, and every day after dealing with the medicine field early, he would sit on the stone road in the medicine field with the "Three Clear Tips" and practice according to the book.

There are still six years before the immortal competition, and Feng Yin's cultivation in the past eleven years has been almost wasted, and if he wants to win ten games in the immortal competition, Feng Yin really feels that he can't do it.

"Bang-la-" the sound of the wind blowing the clothes.

The man hadn't been to Medicine Valley for three months, and he had been free lately, so he wanted to come and see his little apprentice.

Falling behind the young man, he waved his hand mercilessly, and a white light hit the back of Feng Yin's hand: "Wrong."

"Shhh

"Senpai!" Feng Yin smiled respectfully and warmly, "Are you here to get the medicinal herbs?" It must be exchanged for spirit stones, and the spirit grass immortal medicine is the master's, and I can't be the master. ”

The man raised his eyes and glanced at him, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and assumed a meditative posture: "The deity is here to check the results of your three-month cultivation."

"Senpai." The young man pursed his lips, sat down in front of the man, and put his head in front of the man coquettishly, "What can you practice in three months!" Who are the seniors? ”

"You'll find out later."

"How old is that senior?" In fact, this is the question that Feng Yin is most concerned about, you must know that those hall masters and peak masters are hundreds of thousands of years old!

"I can't remember."

"Five thousand? Six thousand? ”

"Not less than 100,000 years."

"Hah!" Not less than 100,000 years? Tease me! Feng Yin looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be only twenty-three or four-year-old with a shocked expression, "Senior is so old!" ”

Old? The corner of the man's eyes jumped, this is the first time someone has described himself like this, shouldn't he be a master of cultivation? How to stick to the old word.

"Senior, don't be funny, how can you be 100,000 years old, at most seven or eight thousand!" So old, shouldn't it be older than the Great Elder? Liar, I don't have any beards.

The man just stared at Feng Yin calmly, and when he saw that Feng Yin could only scratch his head in the end, he smiled dryly and changed the topic: "Seniors don't have apprentices?"

"You."

"Hey, I don't count, I haven't apprenticed yet, what about the other apprentices?"

"Nope."

"Then why did the seniors accept me as an apprentice?" It won't be convenient to repay the debt in the future, right? "I don't know anything."

"The entire Jiuyang is the deity, so you are so worried that the deity will pay the debt?"

"Uh-" Feng Yin looked at the man with a bitter expression, and then a tiger pounced into the man's arms and shook the man's shoulder vigorously, "Senior, how can you be like this!" How can you eavesdrop on what others are thinking! Ahhh It's so damning! ”

He looked at Feng Yin's crazy appearance and hooked his lips, raised his hand and gently rubbed the young man's hairy head, and looked at the young man gently.

After shaking for a while, Feng Yin suddenly calmed down, as if the person in front of him was not something he could offend. Raising his eyes and quietly looking at the man, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the man was not angry.

Feng Yin stared at the man's eyes curiously: "Senior, why are your pupils purple?"

"Born."

"Where's the hair?"

"When I was young, my cultivation went crazy."

"It's hard." The young man pouted, "Why did the seniors cultivate immortals?" ”

"Dao."

"Dao? What way? "It feels so profound, Feng Yin is confused again.

"The Tao is also the Tao, and the Tao is not the Tao." Saying that, the man reached out and gently stroked Feng Yin's head, "You have a relationship with the deity." Feng Yin, you have a catastrophe in your life, it can make you reborn from the fire, or it can make you go up in ashes. ”

Disaster? Feng Yin didn't feel that she had any calamity. Looking at the man's face, Feng Yin asked, "Then what chance do I have to get through?" Will the seniors help me? ”

"That's your calamity, so you can do it yourself." He slowly withdrew the hand that was caressing the young man, closed his eyes and said no more.

Looking at the man who was meditating on his own, Feng Yin was depressed for a while, is it that all the masters are as unfathomable as their predecessors? I'm only halfway through what I say, and as for the rest, guess for yourself, you're good!

He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the man—ignoring him—and continued to shake it, or ignored him...... Forget it, Feng Yin stretched out her claws to the silver hair behind the man and grabbed a handful.

The hair is soft and smooth, and the tall man is really flawless all over his body.

"Meditate."

The man spoke indifferently, and then Feng Yin saw the silver hair in his hand slide out of his palm and return to the man's back as if it had come to life.

It's amazing!

Feng Yin's eyes were about to burst into stars, so he took advantage of the man's inattention to touch it again before sitting cross-legged and meditating on the opposite side proudly.

The corners of the man's mouth lifted slightly, and he chuckled helplessly.

The breeze enters the valley, and the spiritual grass sways with the wind.

I don't know when the man opened his eyes, put his hands on his lap leisurely, and calmly looked at the meditating youth.

After a moment, he raised his hand, and the white filament of light meandered into the young man's body, and after a few breaths, a black mist seeped out of the young man's body along the filament.

He frowned slightly, retracting the filament.

Feng Yin actually had a yin source in his body, and it turned out that Feng Yin was a ghost cultivator.

"Feng Yin."

"Well, is there something wrong with the seniors?" The young man opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him who tilted his head in confusion, "Why are the seniors staring at me?" ”

"You've been to the underworld."

This sentence is not a question but an affirmative. The young man panicked instantly, his eyes floated and he didn't dare to look at the man: "Senior...... What do you mean? ”

"Don't play stupid, you can't hide it from me."

"Senior, I have no malicious intentions," Feng Yin clenched his fists worriedly, "I have been to the underworld, and I am a ghost cultivator...... Senior, I'm actually a ghost. Originally, I didn't want to come to Jiuyang Mountain, but I came here because I thought it was fun...... Senior, I ...... I'm sorry, but I'm actually a ghost......"

"Ghosts?" The man smiled and even raised an eyebrow, "What is a ghost?" ”

"The ghost is ......" Feng Yin suddenly realized that the point was wrong, "Huh? Senpai, you-"

"You're not a ghost." The man spoke firmly. But not ordinary people either.

Am I not a ghost? What am I? Feng Yin looked at him in confusion.

The man just squinted his eyes incomprehensibly and slowly got up. He turned his back to Feng Yin and slowly left: "This is all a catastrophe."

"What ......" robbery?

Before Feng Yin could ask, the man disappeared.