Ruo Xiaotian simply made a cover outside the cave, walked into the cave with his body propped up, and sat cross-legged.

Looking inwardly at his body, Ruo Xiaotian knew how serious his injuries were. However, it is more gratifying that such an injury is caused by my lack of abstinence. As long as the body is filled with abstinence, it will heal on its own in less than three days.

Ruo Xiaotian, who knew what to do, after spitting out a mouthful of blood, made a strange gesture with his hands, and it was obvious that wisps of qi entered from the former's nose and mouth.

After sitting quietly for a day, what Ruo Xiaotian didn't expect was that when he was usually lacking in qi, he would become saturated after meditating for a day, but now, a day has passed, and the abstinence has not yet reached saturation, and this result can't help but make Ruoxiaotian happy. I didn't expect to make myself grow by playing with masters, and it seems that I will have to find more people to fight against in the future.

Two days later, seeing that his body was almost recovered, Ruo Xiaotian left the cave. And the pair of beautiful eyes outside the cave also bent into a crescent shape. Looking at the direction in which the former left, it should be back to the blood pool

The Temple of the Fallen Gods, the Hall of the Fallen Winds.

Hearing the news of Bi Yuantang's death, Bi Shao's face was angry, and his body kept trembling. The revenge of killing his father is not shared, and this revenge must be avenged, but now, his strength can only be tied with Ruo Xiaotian, and it is also death to go to seek revenge. Only by becoming stronger can Na Ruo Xiaotian pay for his life.

"If you roar the sky, this revenge will be avenged in this life, and the day you make me strong is the day you die. ”

Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth coldly, Bi Shao's resentful eyes stared at a corner, and then, he changed to normal and said to the old man next to him.

"Master, I want to enter the Swift Wind Hall, please recommend it to me. ”

Touching his beard, the old man looked at the former, and said secretly in his heart, "It seems that Bi Yuantang's death has hit Bi Shao very hard, but according to his temperament, it is strange that he can hold back, could it be that Bi Shao's death has changed his temperament?

"Apprentice, you need at least four precepts to enter the Wind Hall, if you don't get the cultivation, even if I recommend it, it's useless, so be it. The ** you are cultivating now will be put down first, and I will go to the Dingfeng Hall to find the hall master to give you a more advanced **,"

The ** in the Falling God Temple, the more advanced the transformation, the more gorgeous it is, this is well known, and Bi Shao also knows his own disadvantages, and now what he needs is the high-level **, and the master's words are undoubtedly helping himself. smiled gratefully at the master, Bi Shao is not an idiot, he can still tell who is good to him in this world.

Looking at the old man who had left, Bi Shao sat on the chair expressionlessly. At this moment, he seems to be accumulating something, like a lurking cheetah, waiting for the appearance of its prey.

After a while, the old man came back and said a word to Bi Shao. The two went out together.

On the top wind hall, the hall master's eyes looked up and down at Bi Shao below, and a smile hung on his face. stood up, came to Bi Shao's side, looked at it again, and spoke.

"You said that Ruo Xiaotian can tie with you with the help of the artifact?"

Hearing this, Bi Shao nodded respectfully. His future fate is in the hands of this hall master. I heard from the people who said that the character of the lord of this hall is very simple, right is right, wrong is wrong, there is no third kind.

Thinking back to what he had done before, all of them were conducive to the development of the Falling God Temple. I believe that the hall master will also see it in his eyes and will not embarrass himself. As for whether it will be rewarded or not, it is not up to you to speculate.

I thought about the little doll I met a few days ago, and I couldn't help but guess. Could it be that the children of that day were Ruo Xiaotian? It should be true, they all have artifacts on their bodies. In other words, this Ruoxiaotian is also a little interesting, just to the cultivation of the first ring, you can overcome this waste.

As we all know, artifact effects have no level, and the increase they bring is the most special and strongest among weapons. Although only artifacts have no rank, there are also low-level weapons that also have this effect. That's all for later. But there is another point that people who have advanced cultivation know. That is, the owner of the artifact, whether he can control the artifact, this question has arisen since the beginning of the artifact.

In the thousands of years on the mainland, not every artifact has been identified as the first owner. Like the Ringer, the artifact also likes the powerful Ringer, so that it can make its own brilliance shine to the brightest. Of course, some artifacts don't need to be recognized, generally speaking, this kind of artifact is only available in the family style, and this is the case with the Divine Desire Heavenly Remnant Sword in the Spirit Pavilion.

Therefore, if Xiaotian can control this artifact, it is the most surprising thing for the hall master, and it is for this reason that if Xiaotian can fall into the temple that day, he can be safe. Otherwise, would he really think this was his home?

From Bi Shao's eyes, the hall master could see resentment and anger, all thanks to Ruo Xiaotian's little guy who killed his father. Perhaps at that moment, Bishaw had already changed. As long as he nodded slightly, one of Ruoxiaotian's enemies appeared.

It's better to give him the senior ** first, and whether he can become Ruo Xiaotian's fierce rival in the future depends on his own will.

Returning to the temple chair, the hall master reached out with his left hand, his fingers were slightly bent, and after a moment of effort, a gray token was condensed, and then he flicked it, and a gray light and shadow attacked the old man. Language.

"Elder Ming, the token of the Swift Wind Hall is given to you, you know what to do. ”

The token is in the shape of a gray triangle, with the words Temple and Lord written on the front and back respectively, and the two words emit a faint gray light, giving the token a mysterious feeling. The old man named Ming Lao nodded respectfully, and left the Dingfeng Hall with Bi Shao.

After watching the two of them leave, the temple still said a word.

"Now, some of the children of Ruoxiaotian have played. ”

However, even the hall master didn't know that his own token had completely changed Bi Shao's life.

As usual, there were two people standing at the gate of the Blastwind Hall, staring motionlessly at the people who greeted them. Careful people will find that in their bodies, there is a solemn and cold aura, which is the breath that can only be found after the baptism of blood. If you look at each other for a long time, your body can clearly feel cold and fear.

The door between the two is a solemn gray, and the middle crack is replaced by a recess, and it is obvious to see what can fit into the recess, and from the recess to draw each irregular slit outward, leading to the edge of the gate.

Ming Lao stretched out his dry hand, showed the two of them the token, and said respectfully.

"This is the token of the palace monarch, and I hope that the two of you will let it go. ”

The guard took Ming Lao's token and put it in his hand. After closing his eyes for a moment, he slammed the token into the recess in the door. And the recess and the token are intact together. The token then turns into a gray liquid that spreads out at the edge of the void.

"Click"

The gap slowly shrank towards the edge of the door. The door opened, and inside was a corridor with no end in sight, and the guard on the side said coldly.

"The door opens, let's go in. Duration: Two hours. ”

After listening to the guard's words, Ming Lao hurriedly pulled Bi Shao and walked in, as if he was afraid that he had missed something.