In other words, after this month of raising, An Xiaoqi's physical condition has risen to an excellent point. Although the exercises have not yet been formally taught, the basic physical qualities such as strength and reaction are much stronger than before the crossing, and the whole little superman! This means that this fourteen-year-old boy has no problem beating N adults, and when his body grows up, he really doesn't know how far he can go.

In addition to strength, his height has also grown slightly, the original black skin is also transforming to a light color, sufficient diet and appropriate amount of work make him appear strong and capable, the whole person exudes a vigorous vitality, under the great change in appearance, if you let the classmates before the summer vacation see it, I am afraid it will be difficult to recognize him at a glance.

On the other hand, although the master didn't say it, An Xiaoqi knew that what he ate and drank must be a kind of heaven and earth treasure that is difficult to find in the world, for him, the master paid a lot of time, energy, etc., such a great kindness, he didn't know where to repay, although he still had a hippie smile on his face, but he wrote down everything in his heart, wearing his crown, he would suffer from it, even if there were really tens of millions of hatred, he had to bear it.

The days passed like this, and one day in late September, An Xiaoqi took a tape measure to measure his height, and was pleased to find that he had grown one centimeter taller, and his height had rushed into the one meter four mark with a thunderous momentum, which was simply the fifth joy of life, a miracle of life! An Xiaoqi was so happy that he was about to cry out, he was about to cry out, he was childish in his heart, grabbed both ends of the tape measure with both hands, ran to the master like a treasure, showed the scale of "one meter four" to Master Yi, looked up and said happily: "Master, I have finally grown to one meter four!" ”

Master Yi lowered his head and looked at him with great difficulty, stunned. The first reaction was: What kind of demon is this kid going to be? Do you want me to praise him for being tall and mighty? It can be seen how badly Master Yi has been poisoned by An Xiaoqi in the past two months. At this moment, An Xiaoqi's hands were tightly stretched, and the tape measure that collapsed so straight made a 'squeak' sound, and then the overwhelmed 'snap' broke off, Xiaoqi, who had nowhere to focus, pounced forward, staggered for a moment before standing firmly, and then looked at the tape measure in his hand, which had been torn into two by him.

The sturdiness of the tape measure is well known, An Xiaoqi's hand is still thickened, and it can be torn into two at will, what kind of divine power is this? Can anyone in this world do it? And An Xiaoqi obviously felt that he didn't use much force, and the remaining strength on his body was even greater, and under the surging heart, he looked around, and wanted to find a weeping willow to pull upside down, and after looking for a while, he found that there was no, and then he turned back to the master and asked in surprise: "This strength has entered the super strong man level, right?" Master, what kind of treasure are you giving me to eat?"

The master looked like he was not surprised, as if expected, he didn't look at the tape measure, and said lightly: "It's just something that consolidates the foundation and accumulates qi." ”

Although the master is understated, An Xiaoqi knows that it must not be so simple, these days, the master has always taught him the common sense of cultivating immortals, the nature of the world, various famous forces, divine beasts, fairy grass, poisons, ores, etc., but he doesn't mention anything about serious immortal cultivation, just like a school teacher, who talks about the world encyclopedia in class every day, but he doesn't mention anything other than the number of words that can be used in the real exam. Every time I inquired, I only said that the time had not yet come. Now it seems that at that time, the master said that he had special qualifications, and the difficulty of refining qi at all was far more anxious than himself. Not only did he not dislike his apprentices for being dull, but he found a lot of natural treasures and wanted to improve his qualifications.

An Xiaoqi deeply remembers the master's admiration and gratitude. The dark path has finally achieved something to this day, and now that there is this kind of supernatural power, it is time for a miracle, and it must be possible to officially enter the cultivation of immortals!

Xu is looking down at Xiao Qi is too tired, the master slowly came to the courtyard, sat on the chair placed by the god of food, a Taishi rattan chair swayed back and forth twice, the master's face was stable, indescribably calm and pleasant, reflecting the sunset, like a dusty picture. The person in the painting raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Qi, then saw through his thoughts, and said slowly: "As far as your current qualifications are concerned, it is still not enough, no matter how diligent you are, no matter how many treasures you pile up, you can't refine a trace of true qi, and you don't have to ask for fish because of wood." ”

An Xiaoqi, who was already standing with his hands down, was about to fall to the ground after being hit, and secretly said that these treasures were wasted, what was the use of only one force. After thinking about it again, in the novel of the Flood Wilderness, the Wu Clan does not refine the qi and light and refining the body, and the Twelve Wu Ancestors are not still able to go to heaven? It is nothing for the master to choose a path from the outside to the inside for himself, and it is not bad to be an immortal to be a Wu Ancestor, and it is quite a cow to become a saint, isn't it? So he tactfully told the master his thoughts.

The master's eyes opened and closed, and he looked at him strangely, and the Taishi chair stopped, and he listened to him say slowly: "You know how to miscellaneous, the witch ancestor in your mouth has no primordial god, the body is immortal, the law is like instinct, the magic is vast, and the rules are manipulated with the body, it sounds like an ancestral god in a certain world." But you don't have to think about it, I won't allow you to cultivate God. ”

What is that? Well, since it doesn't work, it's superfluous to ask. An Xiaoqi doesn't know what to say, this doesn't work, that doesn't work, the biggest motivation for cultivating immortals is to live forever, is it just saving up this stupid strength to wait for death?

The master looked at his expression of being burned by the fire, and secretly said that this child finally knew that he was in a hurry. He comforted in his mouth: "The teacher said that you have excellent qualifications, how can you lie to it? It's just that your congenital roots are in conflict, and you have turned your unparalleled qualifications into stubborn iron, which is even more stubborn than the grit qualifications of ordinary people, no matter how you cultivate it, it is difficult to squeeze out the slightest bit of spiritual energy, and naturally you can't refine qi and cultivate immortals, which is also a helpless thing;

If it was an ordinary person, after being told by the old and virtuous master, he would have been convinced and retreated, but An Xiaoqi listened to it, but his face was full of strangeness, and finally he couldn't bear it and said loudly: "Master deceives people! How can there be such a thing, even in the worst time, I can practice the "Bao Hu Jue" to practice qigong, and after eating so many treasures at this time, the qualifications will only be better, right? Where is there no exercise to refine qi? Not to mention that I heard people say that the Great Dao is three thousand, no matter how poor the qualifications are, there should be corresponding exercises to practice, unless..." An Xiaoqi raised his eyebrows: "Unless you only have one exercise." ”

He touched his chin, shook his head again, and said to himself: "But it's not right, from what you told me two months ago, you have a lot of preparations, obviously you have prepared N multi-exercises from high qualifications to scum qualifications, but you will only prepare one of them, and I just can't refine this kind of qi, what are you preparing for?"

Master Yi nodded secretly, and laughed loudly: "I still don't understand this, I naturally want to give you the best! I can't refine it now, but it doesn't mean that I can't refine it in the future, with what I prepared for you, as long as you can bear it, you can tap your maximum potential." With the greatest potential, the best qualifications, and the best exercises, how can they complement each other? Only by planting a supreme seed in you will my more than ten years in vain!"

When speaking, Master Yi sat on the rattan chair, his figure was not very majestic, but he naturally exuded a momentum that looked at the world, which was extremely heartbreaking, as if he had already held the supreme seed in his hand when he spoke, of course, this is also the case.

Considering that Master Yi really loves himself after all, An Xiaoqi tried not to make the vomiting action too obvious. It's no wonder that he has no ambitions, generally speaking, the strongest exercises generally mean the highest difficulty, which are all prepared for promising people with amazing luck, deep background, golden fingers, decisive temperament, and extremely resolute mind. Oh, by the way, I forgot to add the blood feud and family hatred.

Looking at An Xiaoqi again, not to mention anything else, he can't get over it just because he is strong-willed, and with his lazy nature, the master didn't drive him out of the door and the wall, even if he misses the old man's feelings.

He was not satisfied with such good conditions, he stood up and ran to the master's side to sell cuteness, fortunately, it was only one meter four, and the hobbit dwarf was always not too disgusted to sell cute; if the height of one meter eighty-three before the crossing was estimated to be pulling out a knife to cut people, the master was very fond of him at this time, so he took the opportunity to say: "Master, it's too difficult, I can't practice well, why should life be so perfect, regret is also a kind of beauty, it's better to practice some low-difficulty exercises." For example, marrying more daughters-in-law and taking what to make up for it, taking pills to be reborn, refining the body in the pill furnace, and the technique of resisting ghosts that you said last time, let the spirit ghosts refine their qi and then pass it on to me to open the acupoints, how convenient it is. ”

The master is also well-informed, but he has never seen such a thunderous child, which can be regarded as a long time to see. But after all, he grew up little by little, and the effort and emotions he paid were far beyond An Xiaoqi's imagination, which is also the most important reason why he was super tolerant of An Xiaoqi;

So the old master still touched the top of An Xiaoqi's head, and he didn't get angry, but said in a harmonious voice: "What kind of nonsense do you say about this dead child? If you don't take the majestic road, do you have to take the wrong path, do you want to die of anger as a teacher? In short, this is the only kind of exercise, and after a few days, when your foundation is stronger, it will be passed on to you—there is another thing to remember: this exercise cannot be broken, and it cannot be practiced by non-child men. Otherwise, I will not be able to build a foundation. ”

"Hiss ....." The sky is falling! It's dark! An Xiaoqi gasped, and his head had an obvious backward movement, breaking away from his master's hand. He was still thinking about winning the world and having a wife, but suddenly heard this 'bad news' like a thunderbolt from the sky, a small face collapsed at that time, looked up at the master with big watery eyes, and said miserably: "Master... Master... Disciples can't..... can't, Master..."

The master looked at his big eyes, his heart had already softened seven or eight points, and he was about to change his words, but for the sake of this child's long-term plan, he finally relented, sat up straight and looked at him, and said, "Child, it's better to bear it." Once you enter the foundation building, it doesn't matter how much you marry, you work hard, and it will only be a few years, so you must look farther!"

Just looking at the master's expression, he knew that it was difficult to change, An Xiaoqi couldn't help but feel like a knife, and tears were rushing in his heart, and it took a while to slow down. After thinking about it, he smiled again, knelt down and asked the master, "Is there any expedient measure?" For example, the children of Huaxia and the descendants of Yan and Huang all have hard-working hands, and those hands....ah!!!!!

The master didn't even point his finger at him this time, and an electric current came out of thin air, and in an instant, he was convulsed all over his body, foaming at the mouth, and fell into the dust in a kneeling position, and a mushy smell was scattered, and the resistance that had been raised to a considerable level was useless in an instant. And the master stood up, his face was pale, he didn't look at An Xiaoqi, he snorted angrily and went straight to his sleeves, and his mouth was still displeased: "How can you be a disciple?"

Although he was half healed by the magnetic explosion infantry, An Xiaoqi still has no regrets, after all, the pursuit of legitimate interests is endless. He lay on the ground, listening to the master's footsteps getting farther and farther, and was not convinced: As soon as I hear it, I will understand, what kind of purity do you old man pretend to be with me! Where can you go? You can't even do that, if you turn around, if the electricity comes out, you will still cultivate a fart fairy!

The master went straight back to the house, and Uncle Shishen stood in the corner of the wall, secretly looked here a few times, and finally came up and moved the rattan chair away, and in the end, he didn't dare to help An Xiaoqi. In the center of the courtyard, a young man lay quietly with a crooked face - An Xiaoqi looked at the ants coming and going in front of him, and sighed secretly: It's going to rain, how good. Hurry up so you don't have to change your pants.