Nanxing ran to the beach, only glanced at Fu Shaozi and stabbed over, pinched a "Tai Chi Jue" with both hands and stood facing the sea, looking up at the "white jade pillar".

Everyone could only see the child's back shrugging, constantly wiping his eyes with his sleeve, and then covering his mouth, as if he had shed tears and then holding back his crying, and as if trying to hide his laughter, which was strange. Only the Fuyaozi was only five steps away, slightly tilting his head to stare at the child's side face, thoughtful.

In fact, Man Jianghong just used the sound transmission to tell Nanxing, this child of yours is not an ordinary little child, he is born with extraordinary roots, and the heavenly spirit cover has a spiritual light that rushes straight to the bull fight, and even my old man can see it clearly in the heavenly realm. Isn't it just being bullied by the black clouds, what a big deal, and when you grow up, you will be beaten back. That black cloud, haha, called the old demon of Montenegro, is a weasel into a sperm, eight hundred years ago he stole chickens to eat, and was slapped by my old man into a mess of rain clouds. Well, if you work hard, in the future, the Zhongxing of the South China Sea faction and the world's demon eradication will all depend on you. Ah, don't believe it, my old man will give you the elixir to increase your strength first, and then I will challenge the old man to help the son and win the battle.

A black object flew out of the "White Jade Pillar" and fell into Nanxing's hands, and the latter grabbed it and gnawed it.

Fuyaozi saw that the corners of his mouth twitched.

The others didn't realize what was thrown out of the fog, but the canteen cooks who were more than twenty paces away widened their eyes in surprise and looked at each other. Stir-fried, fried in oil, and made in soup are all excellent, and eating them raw may cause numb and stomach aches. They have to chop dozens or hundreds of this thing every day, where they don't know.

This is really the half of the yam left after Man Jianghong's sticky beard. It's just that he urged the spiritual energy and forcibly poured abundant spiritual energy into it.

After eating, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and turned sideways.

When everyone saw this, they were taken aback.

Nanxing's realm has fallen from the peak state of the second layer of qi refining to the middle stage, which is not a big deal, who doesn't encounter any stumbles in their cultivation? But if the Dao heart is dirty, it will be a big trouble, and he will be listless in doing anything, not only will his cultivation speed drop significantly, but there will also be great trouble in breaking through the level in the future. And now, this kid is radiant, full of energy, and obviously even the true qi in his body has grown a lot, and his return to the peak is just around the corner.

Nanxing tightened his little face, respected his matter, and bowed his hand to Fu Yaozi, and said: "Grandpa Taishang, Master Zu ordered me to ask you for swordsmanship, you have to lower the realm to the same level as me." ”

Others are afraid of Fuyaozi, but he is not afraid, and when he was a child, he often rode on each other's shoulders and pulled his beard. Coach Yun Yangzi only got such a precious son as Nanxing in his later years, and he has a rare cultivation talent, and he is so pampered up and down on the island that he can't do it.

Fuyaozi looked at the vague figure of the "immortal", smiled slightly, and nodded.

The one on the sea really has a little bit of the temper of the grandfather, and after being offended, it is not good to take action in person, so he called a child to come and teach him a lesson. I want to see, only a few minutes into the secret, could it be that Nanxing has changed a person?

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I don't dare to interject, but my heart is very strange. After Nan Xing ate a suspicious immortal medicine, his spirit was full, but how could he be the opponent of Elder Taishang? Although the other party suppressed the realm and divine sense, the experience was still there, and the reaction speed of the body was still there, how could the comprehension of the way of the sword be compared with that of a kid?

Yun Fei stepped forward and handed over two peachwood swords, and the two of them were separated by five steps, standing opposite each other.

Nanxing stood upright with his sword in both hands and bowed about sixty degrees.

Fuyaozi held the peachwood sword behind his back, as if the teacher had hidden a ring ruler in his hand, and nodded in return.

This set of swordsmanship of the Nanhai faction was taken from a small sect that had perished, and it was originally created by a great Confucian. After hundreds of years of improvement, the Confucian meaning of "Zhongzheng and peace" in swordsmanship and the Taoist meaning of "natural access" are integrated, and it is a compulsory course for every Nanhai disciple to get started.

After the two of them finished the ceremony, Nanxing leaned forward with his left foot, his eyes slightly closed, and the peachwood sword in his right hand slowly stabbed forward.

Ah, this, this, what kind of fame is this?

The crowd watching the battle rolled their eyes to the ground and rubbed their sockets again and again, shocked.

Of course, the posture of this "immortal guiding the way" is impeccable, but how can the movement be surprisingly slow? Even if the teacher teaches the students to do demonstrations, it is not so slow. Which bastard teacher taught him swordsmanship?

An old voice came from the fog, asking, "Do you feel it?"

Nanxing paused and replied, "A little bit, I can't grasp it yet." ”

"Okay, you just follow this feeling and draw your sword. ”

After hearing this conversation in the clouds, not only those miscellaneous disciples looked at each other, but even a few elders looked strange. It seems that the "immortals" are teaching Nanxing novel tactics, but what is the use of grinding guns in battle with just a few words? If you really want to fight against people so slowly, dozens of transparent holes have already been poked out.

Fuyaozi's expression was solemn.

After he suppressed the realm, his perception of the outside world gathered and fell, as if he had become a teenager more than seventy years ago, full of fresh curiosity about the mysterious world, and when he saw the sun rising in the east, he was full of pride in his chest.

These faint feelings disappeared in a flash, and in fact, Fuyaozi fell into a rather embarrassing situation.

Nanxing took two steps forward slowly, closed his eyes slightly, and stabbed his sword one by one, as if there was a wooden stake in front of him. As a respected Elder Taishang, how could Fu Yaozi be embarrassed to take advantage of his disciples? If he didn't make a move, that sword would sooner or later stab his body. If the other party attacks when the tip of the sword is approaching, it is equivalent to the knife on his neck, and no matter how subtle the response is, it will be too late.

What's more, how could a mortal be able to speculate on the actions of an "immortal"? He did feel a little abnormal around him, but he couldn't re-release the realm to scrutinize.

So, Fuyaozi took a step sideways, avoiding the point of the sword.

With this move, Nanxing seemed to turn into an electrified robot, accelerating instantly.

The sword is surging, and the shadow of the sword is dense and longing.

According to legend, Confucius went to see Lao Tzu, traveled to the shore of the Yellow River, and saw the river surging, the turbid waves rolling, its momentum like ten thousand horses galloping, its sound like a tiger roaring and thundering.

The son said on the river, the deceased is like a husband.

This sword took its meaning, called "the water of the Yellow River", and immediately submerged Fuyaozi.

Most of the things left by Zhou Yi on the stone wall of the Purple Mansion are about the experience and experience of refining qi and refining gods, and there are only two complete spells. One is called "Dust Net" and the other is called "Fan Cage".

He is a pioneer and practitioner of "separation of form and spirit", believing that the divine consciousness of nothingness can affect the objective world, and cultivate to the extreme and even surpass the gods recorded in the Taoist collection, reaching "one thought is born and the stars are destroyed".

This theory is a little mysterious, and a little pessimistic.

Maybe our colorful life is just a bubble in the dream of a certain great power!

Zhou Dian himself honestly admitted that it was easy to volley objects with his aura, and he couldn't even pick up a piece of paper with his divine sense. But the aura can't recognize the words on the paper, but the divine sense can.

The theory of the cage is that if the divine consciousness is condensed into a closed environment, then everything in the cage will naturally be controlled by the mind of the caster. The more powerful the caster, the wider and deeper the control. As recorded in the Taoist Collection: Heaven and earth are long, passers-by are in a hurry, but they are just a cage.

After Man Jianghong was offended by Fuyaozi, he couldn't just cover it up by playing a dry "haha", he had to stand up to continue acting.

He chose Nanxing to make a move, forced Fu Yaozi to lower his realm, and quietly arranged a fan cage around the two.