Fan Wuji saw Fu Gaoxuan stubbornly worshipping him, and he shook his head helplessly. If others worship him, he can be indifferent. But Fu Gaoxuan is different, he is Fu Yiyi's father. It is said that Fu Gaoxuan is also Fan Wuji's elder, and it is still very likely that he will become his father-in-law. So he knew that he couldn't stand Fu Gaoxuan's worship.

So he burst out with a perfect-level internal force and poured it into his hands. His hands were infused with perfect-level internal force, and they were ten thousand boulders, and he could easily lift them. After all, the perfection-level internal force corresponds to the level of the acquired Great Perfection. Although Fan Wuji's cultivation is only in the early stage of the day after tomorrow, in terms of the purity of internal force, it is already at the perfect level. It's just that the degree of internal force is not as good as the acquired Dzogchen.

In other words, the short-term attack power of Fan Wuji's Qi Refining Pulse was already comparable to that of a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Day After Tomorrow. An attack power comparable to the Great Perfection of the Day After Tomorrow in the early stage of the day after tomorrow is extremely scary to think about.

So when Fan Wuji's hands held Fu Gaoxuan's arms. Fu Gaoxuan only felt that there was a monstrous force, which was overwhelmingly attacking his own power. His own strength faced Fan Wuji's strength, like a flat boat, floating and sinking in the vast ocean. He could feel that the vast ocean could destroy his small ship at any time.

The power of Fan Wuji's perfect-level internal force is not known how many times better than Fu Gaoxuan. At this time, Fu Gaoxuan only felt as if his arms were clamped. His whole person was completely uncontrollable in the face of Fan Wuji's monstrous power. He was like a marionette in Fan Wouji's hands. Under the effect of such a force, Fu Gaoxuan could no longer bow down.

"Uncle, you are Yiyi's father, you bow down to worship me, but you torture me. Uncle. I can't stand your worship. As for the way to improve the five-bird play, count it as my greeting gift. I hope you can leave Yiyi to me with peace of mind. Fan Wuji said indifferently.

The Five Birds Opera, although it is clever, is the only way to maintain health, but in the final analysis, it is just a mortal's health preservation. Fan Wuji, on the other hand, was a cultivator. He practiced the art of immortality.

The art of health preservation and the art of longevity seem to be one word apart, but there is a difference between heaven and earth. After all, the art of health preservation is only to maintain oneself, to be healthy, disease-free, and to prolong life at most. The so-called longevity is still within the scope of ordinary people.

As for the art of immortality, it can be said to be against the sky, and it is not a myth that it can achieve longevity, freedom for thousands of years, and even longevity.

Of course, on top of the art of immortality, there is also the legendary art of immortality. However, even the existence that stood at the pinnacle of cultivation did not dare to say that he was immortal. I'm afraid that only those who were born and nurtured in the age of the gods, heaven and earth, can live forever.

Therefore, there is an essential difference between the art of health preservation and the art of longevity. Needless to say, the art of immortality is completely above the art of health preservation. The two simply cannot be compared. The mysteries of the art of immortality far surpass the art of health preservation. After all, the art of health preservation is a means for mortals, and the art of immortality is the method of cultivators.

Fan Wou-Ki happened to be a cultivator, and he not only mastered the ordinary methods, but also memorized and comprehended all the encyclopedias of cultivation. It can be said that the reserve and understanding of the knowledge of cultivation alone is not much more than the existence of some life and death realms. After all, the encyclopedia was compiled by all the high-level cultivators of the Tang Kingdom for hundreds of years. Therefore, he comprehended and memorized all the encyclopedias, and his reserve and understanding of spiritual knowledge reached an inhuman level.

Towering!

This word is the most appropriate to describe Fan Wuji. With such a huge reserve of knowledge, Fan Wuji was able to improve ordinary cultivation methods. Therefore, it is reasonable that he can improve the five poultry dramas that are just mortals' health.

So Fan Wuji didn't pay attention to the five poultry drama at all. So he directly told Fu Gaoxuan about the perfect method of the five poultry plays.

And Fu Gaoxuan doesn't think so, because Fu Gaoxuan is just a mortal, and his cognition and vision are still at the level of mortals. For him, the Five Fowl Opera was created by the medical saint Hua Tuo thousands of years ago. Therefore, the five fowl opera is already a holy canon in his heart. And the perfected five-bird play, in his heart, can be described as a treasure. So he not only admired Fan Wuji, but also felt a little grateful.

When Fu Gaoxuan saw Fan Wuji, he insisted that he would bow down and bow, so he would no longer bow down. So Fan Wuji let go of Fu Gaoxuan, and that perfect-level internal force was converged into his body.

At this time, Fu Gaoxuan's attitude towards Fan Wuji changed greatly. After all, Fu Gaoxuan is a famous doctor in Cangjun County, and his medical skills are good. He is a complete medical maniac, and he has an almost insane obsession with the medical Tao. So he admired Fan Wuji who was able to perfect the Five Fowl Opera. He faintly agreed that Fan Wuji and Fu Yiyi were together.

Fu Gaoxuan pulled Fan Wuji into his study. The two began to talk. Because Fan Wuji studied literature with his master for seven years, he is also quite connotative. Although he is young, he has witty words and admirable knowledge. After some conversation, Fu Gaoxuan looked at Fan Wuji more and more pleasing to the eye.

Soon it was late at night, and the two were still talking. On the side, Fu Yiyi yawned repeatedly, and she went back to her room to sleep. And Fu Gaoxuan was very enthusiastic, and it was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, Fan Wuji could only continue to talk to him.

Not long after, in the backyard of Fu Gaoxuan's Holy Hand Hall, the wind was raging in an instant. It's not windy in this season, but it's unusual to have such a strong wind. And this gust of wind also gives people an eerie feeling.

After a few breaths, a phantom flickered and entered the backyard of the Holy Hand Hall. This phantom is really like a ghost, and its body is so fast that it seems to be teleporting. Because in an instant, you can move a place more than a dozen feet away.

Soon, the phantom stood in front of Fan Wuji and Fu Gaoxuan. At this time, Fan Wuji saw clearly that this phantom was a woman. This woman's temperament is extraordinary, but her appearance is very ordinary. Her temperament has a kind of demonic nature. And this kind of demonic nature, for everyone, has an indescribable attraction.

At this time, Fu Gaoxuan, who was middle-aged, was deeply attracted by this woman. And Fan Wuji knew that this was not the method of charm, but the way of the spirit. The demonic nature of this woman is a spiritual method.

Dangerous!

It's dangerous!

Fan Wuji himself didn't know why a feeling of extreme danger rose in his heart. Even some ordinary Spirit Sea Realms didn't give him such a great sense of danger. But to say that she is a life and death realm existence is not. Because she does not have the characteristics of the mysterious power that is close to nature.

This woman is only in her twenties. She stood there, not looking at Fan Wuji and the others. She completely ignored the two of them, in her eyes, Fan Wuji and Fu Gaoxuan were just insignificant small roles.

She whispered to herself, "There is the breath of a soul." This breath is so tempting. ”