Qiao Linger is leaving.

Originally, I was worried about the Qingcang Sect, and I was worried that the Golden Sword Gate created by my father would turn into ruins.

But he didn't think about it, Qiao Ladan turned his hand into clouds and turned his hand into rain, merged the three factions, and killed the Qingcang faction in one fell swoop.

In the past few days, Qiao Linger has seen too many miracles and suffered too many shocks.

Now, although the Golden Sword Sect is gone, there is one more Spirit Sword Sect that is several times stronger than the Golden Sword Sect, and the disciples of the Golden Sword Sect are all there, so it is not considered that the inheritance has been broken.

Everything is over, after the seven-day sacrifice of the Void Spirit, Qiao Ling'er has a plan to leave.

I know I can't keep it.

Joradan didn't keep it either.

"Little junior sister, you are going to Guanlan Temple, and I don't know when the next reunion will be, but don't forget my senior brother. ”

It's a bit of a mouthful.

The innocent Qiao Ling'er didn't notice it, and just nodded as a goodbye between the senior brothers and sisters.

"By the way, if you don't have a pleasant time in that Guanlan Temple, come back, your hut, senior brother will always keep it for you. ”

What he said made Qiao Linger very moved.

"Senior brother, the sect will be handed over to you, senior sister has gone!"

Bai Jie's little hand waved.

The aura fluctuated, a flying sword, appeared out of thin air, the petite body jumped, jumped on the flying sword, and then, turned into a flying rainbow, Qiao Ling'er, left Huqi Mountain.

As soon as she left, the last bit of thought left by the Void Spirit Son to everyone was gone.

I was stunned for a moment.

Lazily stretched a lazy waist.

Without any image, he carried the golden sword of the head on his shoulder, like a ruffian, and Joradan swaggered back to the mountain.

Practice!

There is no way to cultivate the aura, so forge the body.

Thereupon.

Under the bewildered gaze of a group of disciples, Joladan, who was the elder of the deacons, was running all over the mountain with a big stone on his back today, and Ming'er was punching and kicking the big stone as if he was masochistic.

"Aren't the deacons and elders crazy?"

"Xu is a beautiful woman leaving, too sad. ”

"Shut up, the affairs of the elders are also something you can discuss, cultivate well!"

"I don't know if there are any tasks today, it's boring!"

"If you're really bored, just learn from the deacons and elders, and run around with a stone on your back, that's a magic technique of forging the body!"

"Body Forging Technique? I said, feelings, Elder Deacon is cultivating!"

"That's not it, think about it, when Feng Buping and Xu Xiong were sealed, they were monks in the foundation building period, and they weren't beaten down by the deacons and elders, which shows that the power of this body forging technique is not bad!"

Thereupon.

The disciples who didn't know the truth looked at Joladan with a look full of longing.

The art of forging the body of the fart.

Calculated carefully, whether it is the original Golden Sword Sect or the current Spirit Sword Sect, they are all following the path of Taoism.

Taoism pays attention to the unity of heaven and man, cultivates the mind, follows the way of heaven, focuses on refining qi, and rarely forges the body, so there is no so-called forging technique in Joradan's hands at all.

At this moment, what he is doing is just some superficial fitness techniques brought from another world, running with weights, resisting hits, and that's just that.

There's no way around it.

That gluttonous Ding was too domineering, and he had already lost the hope of Qiao Ladan swallowing pills or spirit stones to break through the bottleneck of foundation building.

As for meditation, it's okay to practice and accumulate aura at ordinary times, but it's okay to break through, and that little aura is not enough at all.

Moreover, at this moment, Qiao Ladan's realm has reached the late stage of qi refining, and the spiritual aperture has reached the limit, and he can no longer absorb the spiritual energy, and it is useless to meditate.

After all, there is only the forging body.

If you exercise your body well, at least when you fight with a monk of the same rank, you can move faster and have more strength, as for the high-level monk, it depends on whether you can resist or not.

After two days of self-abuse, Joladan was tired, coupled with gluttony, pretending to be hungry from time to time, trying to trick him into devouring spirit stones.

This time, it was called a physically and mentally exhausted, as soon as it was dark, he drilled into the bed, and he really became a dead dog.

Behold.

I had just fallen asleep, and I hadn't slept for long, when there was a noise outside the door.

Get up and walk out of the hall to take a look.

Ooh!

The disciples who went to the Qingcang Sect to loot came back, and everyone was carrying a big burden on their bodies, which was full of treasures at a glance, with a left knife and a right gun, and a long sword in their hands, just like a weapon dealer.

These disciples are like this, and the two old men have naturally gained a lot, needless to say, the storage bags on the two old men must be full.

"Haha, I didn't expect it, this Yang Yuantian is quite able to save, in just a few decades, he has saved such a big fortune!"

"Dare to provoke our Spirit Sword Sect, the old man wants him to lose his wife and break his soldiers!"

"The little Huaxi faction also wants to grab things from the old man, and the old man doesn't have to do anything when he goes to that station, he directly scares them into a fart!"

"It's really the right time to go this time, otherwise, these treasures will be snatched by others. ”

The two old men were very proud.

Joladan was also proud.

With so many more resources in the sect, the cultivation speed of the disciples will definitely go to a higher level, and if it continues to develop, the strength of the Spirit Sword Sect will definitely be even stronger, and there will be no opponents in this radius of thousands of miles.

It's a pity.

Thinking of his own realm, Joradan was a little gloomy.

Danchenzi smiled.

"Boy, what are you doing with a bitter face, look, what is this!"

A bottle of elixir was handed to Joradan.

Take a look.

Qiao Ladan pursed his lips, a bottle of Foundation Building Realm Breaking Pill, this thing, useless.

This expression naturally fell into Dan Chenzi's eyes.

"Boy, you don't know the goods, this is the Foundation Building Realm Breaking Pill, specially used to build the foundation, this bottle is a full twelve, all for you, you kid will definitely be able to rise to the foundation." ”

Next to him, the ten thousand beast real people who had gained a lot were in a good mood, and said helpfully: "You kid hurry up and improve your cultivation, a good sect, but the elder is only refining the Qi realm, and the old man is embarrassed to tell others!"

Joradan was very impressed.

Obviously, after experiencing so many things, the two old men have accepted themselves from the bottom of their hearts and regarded themselves as their own.

It's a pity.

Qiao Ladan arched his hand: "The juniors have thanked the two seniors first, but there are some problems with the juniors' bodies, even if they take this Foundation Building Realm Breaking Pill, it is useless, it is better to save these pills and distribute them to the disciples, maybe the sect can have a few more disciples of the Foundation Building Realm." ”

This explanation, Ten Thousand Beasts Zhenren and Dan Chenzi were stunned.

"What's wrong with your body?

"I haven't heard that it's useless to eat the Foundation Building Realm Breaking Pill, you kid honestly explain, what's wrong!"

This.

Joradan was stumped.

Could it be that you can tell these two old men that they have a weird little ding in their stomachs?

It's not appropriate.

This gluttonous tripod is full of weirdness, hidden mysteries, you must not let others know, in case these two old men have bad intentions, want to take this gluttonous tripod as their own, cry, even if there is no bad intentions, this thing is too weird, or not to say it is wonderful.

But.

How do you explain that?

Or rather, how to hide it?

Joladin, it's a headache.