"It's not a loss for you to train me properly!"

"You've seen few people over the years, and there won't be many people in the future!"

"Compared to your wasted years and eventually died of corrosion by the years, it will definitely be good for you to get out of trouble sooner!"

"Whether I can get you out or not, it's one more hope!"

"In case I become a top-level Great Cultivator, I can push this thousand-heavy long iron nail with my hand, and you will be out of trouble!"

"You don't lose anything by teaching me!"

"You just explain how to practice dragon riding, let's not say anything!"

……

As long as he is willing to communicate, Zhang Xuezhou's mouth has always been very able to speak.

The other party was deceived by King Liang, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the other party's strength was unpredictable, but his way of thinking should not be as good as theirs.

Even if it is a trench and a wisdom, the different people encountered by the other party bring differences, and it is difficult to react.

Zhang Xuezhou had completely memorized the dragon riding technique, and he could find some old scholars who were good at small seal characters to read it, but he still tirelessly asked the other party, trying to find out the possible consequences after the cultivation of this technique.

Zhang Xuezhou guessed that the other party's immortal and immortal pseudo-god ability may have fallen on Li Shaojun, Li Shaojun is a cultivator with extremely unique abilities, but his individual strength is also so weak that Zhang Xuezhou is difficult to complain, and even more useless than him.

He lobbied, but the voice of the 'white" only hesitated for a moment.

Zhang Xuezhou is right, teaching others knowledge will not make him lose anything, even if Zhang Xuezhou will not be useful in the future, but he at least sows a hope to go out.

"Riding the Dragon ......"

Dragon riding is a kind of distance conversion between the virtual and the real, which can give people the ability to almost travel through space.

Different from running and flying, this is a similar method of Zhang Xuezhou shuttling in the water of the Yellow Spring, so as to achieve the transfer of the body.

But this kind of transfer can only be done in a fixed direction, for example, he identified a dragon's lair, and after the spell mark takes effect, Zhang Xuezhou will appear in the dragon's lair after a few moments after using the dragon riding technique.

The biggest effect of this technique is to escape, and it can achieve distance transfer within a hundred miles.

The only premise is that there must be a dragon's lair within this hundred miles.

"In other words, if there is no dragon's lair, or if the cast distance is beyond the dragon's lair, the dragon riding technique will not have any effect," Zhang Xuezhou confirmed repeatedly.

"That's right," Shiro agreed.

"Then the flaw in this technique is too big," Zhang Xuezhou complained, "Even if I find a dragon's lair, this can only be kept safe within a hundred miles around the dragon's lair!"

"There are some inevitable flaws," Shiro agreed, "If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have been ruined by a mortal man in the dragon's lair!"

"Then do you have any other life-saving techniques, I always feel that this technique is not so reliable," Zhang Xuezhou said.

He kept picking at this time, and also tried to get some other mysterious techniques from Bai.

Zhang Xuezhou has seen the technique of retreat and the technique of flying longitudinal, but he has never seen this technique similar to short-distance space transfer.

Perhaps because Zhang Xuezhou's knowledge is not wide, or maybe it is another special, Zhang Xuezhou feels that Bai's practice is completely different from normal practice.

It's like another system of practice, but it's localized.

Zhang Xuezhou has been doing this thing all year round, and he also knows the origin of some extraterritorial heavenly demons and other creatures, and he feels that Bai Da is probably one of them.

Zhang Xuezhou doesn't mind learning more foreign abilities, such as the abilities in his reality are also derived from this, not to mention that the abilities granted by the other party have already stepped into the category of art.

"As I said, what I have is the power of favor," Bai emphasized.

"Is there anything special about this ability?" Zhang Xuezhou doubted.

"If I'm favored, then there's no need to fight and run for my life!"

"I see!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded, knowing what Bai meant.

If one

People basically don't need to fight and escape, and they have the art of immortality and escape, which can be regarded as the final formed state of cultivation.

The trouble with Shiro is that he may encounter fights that are usually difficult to encounter, and after escaping, he was raided from the nest and finally ended up in the nest.

At this time, Bai is still immortal, but no matter how he escapes, he will appear in this nearest dragon's lair, so he can only continue to be suppressed here.

After some conversation, Zhang Xuezhou didn't get any additional skills, but he already had a rough idea of Bai's old bottom.

"The power of favor, the breath of the gods!"

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but compare Bai and Turkarando, and finally felt that the two were quite similar.

This kind of ability is usually omnipotent, but when it comes to breaking through skill, this most proud point becomes the biggest shortcoming.

If other people can resist or even fight, the great cultivators with this ability will only have the ability to escape after being defeated.

"Can I learn from you?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I rely on the law to collect the power of favor, and the power of the law cannot be granted to you," Bai responded, "If you are interested in the power of favor, you can find more relevant anthropomorphic studies, I ...... a hundred years ago You just seem to be gathering the power of favor?"

Shiro's reaction was a bit of an afterthought.

He remembered that when Zhang Xuezhou shook the long iron nail, the other party seemed to absorb a small part of his overflowing favor.

This is similar to that of Liu Wu, the king of Liang, and it is also the same as Liu Bang, the ancestor who initially suppressed him.

Obviously, there are more than white beings in the world, and they are not the only ones who have the ability to gather the power of favor.

Any great cultivator with similar abilities would be Bai's rival, and it would be possible to damage Bai.

This made him a little silent for a while, and he didn't want to mention it to Zhang Xuezhou again.

"I've had a lot of bad luck since my debut, and I've been bumpy and bumpy along the way, and I've always wanted to make my luck better," Zhang Xuezhou sighed: "It's a pity that my luck is still not very good, and not only that, but I may not live for the next twenty years!"

"Twenty years?"

Zhang Xuezhou's mind was so flexible, and when he hesitated, he had already guessed the conflict in his cultivation.

His peers are all enemies, not only with Xindi, but also when he and Dong Zhongshu have a mutual aid relationship, there is a high probability that he has a conflict with Bai.

The similarity between the favor power mentioned by the other party and the cultivation of the movement technique is too high, and it is difficult for Bai to escape from the firm suppression here at this time, and the less favor power the other party has, the more likely it is to be unlucky.

This is most likely the direct reason why Bai is willing to let Zhang Xuezhou learn the art of riding the dragon, but he is unwilling to have the power to collect favors.

It's just that the development of the outside world is obviously changing with each passing day, and cultivators with relevant cultivation abilities have emerged one after another.

"Except for that pseudo-god Shaojun Li who is cleaner, there is a weak person who can absorb the power of favor when I come here, and the malice of this world towards me is too deep!"

Shiro got his wish and saw the people who came here, but every one of them didn't meet his requirements, and even encountered possible competitors.

If it weren't for Zhang Xuezhou's mention that he would not live for twenty years, this kind of time was so short that it would be like a white horse for him, and Bai felt that he would definitely not want to continue to communicate.