Above the sea. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhou Tai closed his eyes, immersed in the ancient pictures in his mind, and his face showed excitement from time to time.

"It turns out that this jewel is called the Water Bead."

Avoid water beads, the magic weapon of the water system.

It is the way of the dragon king to make the water of the sun, and after refining a stone with supernatural powers, the things that are transformed.

And according to the order of the Dao Ancestor, the Dragon King and the deep sea rescued Zhou Tai and gave it to him.

"It turns out that in this world, there is really a qi practitioner!"

The dragon king of the undersea, a giant beast.

And with what he saw in his mind, he couldn't help but guess.

"Even if there is, except for the Dragon King God, the Qi cultivators in the world are too far away from me."

Zhou Tai was disappointed, he wanted to find a qi practitioner and worship him as a teacher.

It's only because he knows through the picture in the orb that the effect of avoiding water beads must be used by qi practitioners, so that it will emit greater miracles...

Orb in the picture.

When ordinary people use it, they can encounter water without drowning.

Those who practice spells also float on the sea.

Those who are powerful and powerful can escape the sea.

It can be seen that the people who use this magic weapon will become more and more miraculous with their cultivation to a high level, and the magic power of avoiding water beads will become more and more miraculous.

Bizarre and motley.

Everything in the picture makes Zhou Tai yearn for it.

He longed to be able to wave his hand like a scholar and the ship drifted.

He longed to be able to go into the sea like that general, and after dodging the magic powers of the magicians, he went deep into the enemy's ship formation to perform a surprise attack...

"But I, Zhou Tai, have no cultivation, just an ordinary fisherman, at most, I can enter the water without drowning."

His wish is to worship a Qi Practitioner and cultivate to the point where he can freely control the orb like the general in the picture.

One person and one boat, on the overseas border of the Han Dynasty, killed all the foreign races, made war exploits, and was praised by future generations.

"It's a pity that it didn't work out."

Zhou Tai sighed.

He was born in Xiacai, Jiujiang.

But due to the compulsion of life, he was forced to live with his family in the county seat of Donghai Kingdom.

Everything the family needs depends on fishing.

It's not bad to be able to eat a full meal every day, why don't you have extra money and time to practice martial arts and forge your body, not to mention the ethereal practice of qi warriors and supernatural immortal arts...

But there are pros and cons to everything.

God rewards hard work, and meritorious service will be rewarded again.

Because he has lived by the sea since he was a child, he was greedy for fun when he was young, and often went to the sea to swim, but the water nature is far beyond ordinary people.

And go to the sea to fish, the wind blows every day, rowing and pushing the pulp, and the body is stronger than ordinary people...

"But what's the use of that?" Zhou Tai smiled bitterly.

Perspectives change with the breadth of knowledge.

Just like now, for Zhou Tai, who has seen the supernatural orb, these skills are useless...

Clear skies.

Zhou Tai stepped on the sea, but he didn't know how far he went.

A jewel in the hand that glows in the sun.

"But I have ruined such a fetish."

Zhou Tai was depressed when he saw the shore in the distance.

"It's only a few hundred zhang away, I'll swim there."

Looking out from the sea, he could already see the children playing on the shore.

Pifu is not guilty of his crimes, a simple truth, although Zhou Tai is not highly educated, he still understands it.

"Especially with such a fetish!"

Zhou Tai was afraid that someone would learn about this treasure and cause trouble.

Thinking about it, I was about to carefully put away the orb and swim to the shore by myself.

"Gentle and slow back.."

As Zhou Tai's familiar voice sounded, the sea rolled over, as if something was pouring out.

"Is it?"

Zhou Tai was surprised, and when he turned around, he really saw the dead neighbor from a month ago appear from the sea.

"The Dragon King's supernatural powers are really world-shattering!"

Avoid water droplets, and come back from the dead.

From the two things that are known, Zhou Tai already feels that the Dragon King is omnipotent...

"Haha.."

When he saw Zhou Tai's surprise, the fisherman laughed, but when a scroll of seawater turned into a book appeared in his hand, his face was straight.

"On the order of the Dragon King, I am ordered to give you a scroll of Imperial Water Duel."

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sunset.

Three days later.

The top of Kunlun Mountain.

The shackles of heaven and earth were broken, and Kunlun Mountain became more and more ethereal, surrounded by thin clouds and mist.

When the aura condensed, I saw that on the boulder, a middle-aged figure in a Taoist robe suddenly opened his eyes, and pointed to the sky.

"Gather!"

Boom―

When the words fell, in the sky, dark clouds condensed, and small thunder snakes swam in the meantime.

"Fall!"

The figure spoke, gesturing to the clearing in front of him.

Crackle―

The electric snake swam away, falling one after another, the gravel burst out, and the thunder shone brightly, dazzling people's eyes.

In a short moment, the smoke cleared.

I saw a small pit more than three feet deep in the clearing, and it was already charred black.

"Whew. I can only use the lightning strike technique twice when I am cultivating at this time.."

After seeing the small pit in the distance, the figure was calculating, and he stood up and jumped down from the boulder with some tiredness, bowed to an old man with closed eyes not far away, and said, "Master, the apprentice has broken through the foundation, and Lei Fa has also mastered some..."

The art of thunder has always been the main battle.

Compared to the magic of the other five elements.

The method of thunder is only used for killing and conquering.

With the same cultivation, the blow just now could kill an unsuspecting late-stage foundation building monk.

"But even so, I'm not as good as my master.."

The figure looked at the old man in front of him, and when he remembered the thunder technique demonstrated by the old man some time ago, he suddenly yearned for it.

The old man stepped on the clouds, waved his hand, and the thunder rolled.

"I'm afraid that when it really comes, heaven and earth will be at my disposal.."

The figure looks forward to the scene after going down the mountain.

At this time, he is no longer struggling with food and clothing.

"I can get so much more.." The figure is longing.

The figure is Zhang Jiao, and the old man in the distance is also the Nanhua Immortal.

But he said.

Since that day, Nanhua passed on the book, because Zhang Jiao's strength is too low, he is still old, and even if he has the divine book, it will be difficult to succeed in just one year.

"I'm afraid I'll miss what Dao Ancestor ordered!"

Thinking in his heart, Nanhua didn't dare to slack off, so he deliberately took Zhang Jiao to Kunlun Mountain to cultivate.

The aura on the top of the mountain is strong, the elixir is the fruit every day, and there is a master in the Jindan period who teaches day and night.

I am afraid that if the qi practitioners outside the world learn about it, they will definitely be envious and compete to come.

After all, although the shackles of heaven and earth have been broken, the cultivation of the people in the world is too low, and the Dao of Heaven cannot make up for it.

In this world, those who are now cultivating to the top of the world, except for the village, should be the highest among the Nanhua immortals.

If it weren't for the Daozu's order, and Nanhua was not greedy for fame and fortune, if he was really born to make trouble, no one would really be able to stop him...

And Zhang Jiao.

During this month of cultivation, he was diligent and diligent, meditating cross-legged day and night.

Although he is still old, he is still talented.

However, in just one month, he had gone from an ordinary person who had never been exposed to qi cultivation to a current foundation building period cultivator.

And in his spare time, he learned a hand of thunder.

Although it is a little rusty, after all, there is still more than a year before the uprising.

"If you practice more diligently, it is estimated that in the troubled times, you can save your life."

Nanhua recalled, looked at Zhang Jiao who bowed, and said with relief: "Not bad, not bad."

"Master Xie!"

Hearing the master's praise, Zhang Jiao put away his other thoughts, and his face couldn't help but show a child's happy color.

"The master is like my father.."

When he was young, his parents died, and since he was a child, he took his two younger brothers to travel and beg for food, and lived on scraps every day.

When he was in his prime, he hunted every day and took care of his family.

In middle age, he went up the mountain to collect medicine and barely survived.

A month ago, the immortals passed on the book and accepted him as an apprentice.

In January, selfless teaching, down the mountain to find medicine.

"If you keep doing this, how good it will be to be in the mountains for the rest of your life."

Scene after scene, all kinds of things on the mountain, made Zhang Jiao feel that he had not been loved by his father since he was a child, and he felt nostalgic.

"Every day the aura is refined, you don't need to eat grains anymore, you don't have to suffer from hunger."

Zhang Jiao muttered, looking at Nanhua's old figure.

The mountains were cold, misty and misty, and only birds fell in between.

"If I leave, the master is alone in the mountains, and I am afraid that there will be no one to accompany me."

Zhang Jiao clenched his fists, he didn't want his master to stay alone in the mountains.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to stay with his master.

At this time, he did not want to enter the WTO again to compete for hegemony.

At this time, he just wants to let go of all distractions.

He wanted to go down the mountain, go to the village to find his two younger brothers, and tell them, I am in the Kunlun Mountains, there is a master, there is a master, you don't need to starve anymore...

He wanted to.

"The disciple wants to stay by the master's side for the rest of his life and serve filial piety!" Open the horn and kowtow.

"You've done it."

Hearing Zhang Jiao's words, Nanhua's old face showed a smile, and he turned around and said with Zhang Jiao on his back: "Let's go down the mountain.."

"Master.." Zhang Jiao opened his mouth in fear and wanted to speak.

"After the things that the teacher has explained, after they are done..." Nanhua's figure trembled slightly.

"See you and I."

The words fell.

"Whew—"

Wind, breeze, gale...

Zhang Jiao closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

"Master.."

Zhang Jiao was lost, and finally kowtowed nine times to the Kunlun peak.

"After the deed is completed, the disciple will be at your disposal!"

Zhang Jiao got up and walked into the distance step by step.

"Ahh

Nanhua turned around and looked at the back of the person under the mountain.