After lunch, Qian'er watched her young master walk around very bored, and stopped clamoring to go out to play, "Alas~" sighed in her heart, it seems that the young master still takes the master's words to heart, but... Why didn't the master let the young master cultivate? The master is obviously a very powerful person...

When Qian'er was thinking, Mo Li was also idle, and he was also thinking: Why didn't my mother and father let me practice? Thinking of this, he thought of the fact that he ran out to find someone else to secretly cultivate a few days ago.

"As for being so angry, isn't it just stealing something? Everyone has practiced that thing..."That thing refers to the basic manual of cultivation, "Hundred Refinements", and each immortal cultivation sect will give some civilians to let them spread their basic cultivation manual, but it is only a little bit, because what if a genius is born and they don't know it? The selection of disciples of the sect is mostly controlled by the high-level people of the sect, and the heads of the sect have also banned it many times, and this phenomenon must never be stopped.

In desperation, the head of the sect released their basic cultivation manual to the world, and anyone who could feel the spiritual power around them could become a disciple of his sect. The results were quite good, and other sects followed suit, and for a while, hundreds of cultivation manuals appeared. Someone made a large collection and gathered some real cultivation manuals, which were called "Hundred Refinements".

Uncle Kun looked at the two little babies and thought to his parents, "It shouldn't be an accident, right? Those old guys shouldn't mess around, right? Now is not the time to mess around, alas~ It's just that it should be...."Uncle Kun looked at the sky and whispered.

Mo Li also looked helpless, and he couldn't think of the reason why his parents didn't let him cultivate. Uncle Kun looked at him and said, "Stinky boy, what do you want? "Hey, stinky boy, you have a kind of dare to talk to me like this, you wait to see if I don't break your legs. "Eh, how old is it, bully me a little child, do you want to be faced?" Although he said so, Mo Li still ran very fast, for fear of being caught by that man. And the man always kept a certain distance from Mo Li in the process of catching up. "Stinky boy, don't run!" "There's a kind of you catching up with me!"

Qian'er looked at all this and snickered: If only the lord and the lady were there...

At this time, in a certain valley, "Old horseman, what time is it now?, do you still have time to kill me?" The man looked anxious, especially at the woman who had fallen next to him. "Don't struggle, Mo Tian, wouldn't it be good for me to kill you properly? The man looked at the formation beside him and said, "Heh, is it a heaven-level formation? That's really a big deal, when my wife wakes up, no formation is a problem, and when I go out, you can wait for death." ”

"Hahahaha, Mo Tian, Mo Tian, so you are still too confident, my original purpose was to trap you. The old man laughed arrogantly. When the man heard this, he frowned and said, "What do you mean?" The old man smiled and said, "I heard that you have a son?" Mo Tian, you finally have a son. Congratulations!" At this point, the old man suddenly became furious: "I want you to taste the pain of losing your son, the same pain as me!" The old man's expression was extremely distorted, obviously angry to the extreme, and he sneered: "There is already a team of people to complete the work, and everyone is from another place like you. ”

The man's face darkened and he asked, "What do you mean?"