Under Han Yun's teaching, Bai Wuzhi became more and more proficient, and gradually, white ice gas continued to emerge from his body, and the temperature in the entire hall became colder and colder.

Bai Wuzhi closed his eyes and cultivated, not knowing the situation in the outside world at all, completely immersed in his own world, he became more and more proficient, and more and more handy.

A quarter of an hour later, Xin'er coldly got into Han Yun's arms and shivered, Han Yun wrapped her in a cloak, turned her head to look at Bai Wuji, and released her divine sense, stimulating the other party's soul and forcibly pulling the other party back from the state of cultivation and comprehension.

"Wake up!

With Han Yun's low shout, Bai Wuqi immediately broke out of his cultivation and opened his eyes, his eyes a little angry.

After all, breaking people's perception is like killing parents, and when it comes to the realm of high-grade martial artists, perception is very important, and some people sit for decades, just to have an epiphany and break through the realm, at this time you interrupt him, he has to die with you.

But fortunately, it was Han Yun who taught him martial arts who interrupted Bai Wuji, and he was just beginning to understand, so he wasn't so angry.

Looking at Bai Wuji's eyes, Han Yun said lightly,

"If you continue to cultivate, my Yunwu Hall will be frozen by you, and in the mortal womb of the lower flesh, you can't withstand such low temperatures."

"It's me who is abrupt."

Bai Wuji no longer has the previous recklessness.

After he cultivated, he learned that this exercise was definitely much better than any exercise he had ever cultivated, and it was also the most suitable for him.

The grace of preaching can be called re-creation, and such a great grace cannot be repaid.

"Uncle Bai, I remember that in the north of our Yanshan Mountain Range and south of the Great Wall, there is a snow-capped mountain that will not melt for thousands of years, that place should be suitable for you to practice this exercise, after you go back, you can bring some dry food over to help you understand."

"Don't call me Uncle anymore."

Bai Wuji's face was full of shame, and he hugged his palms and bowed,

"Master Han is above, please accept the disciple's worship!"

His move shocked everyone in the hall, and no one expected that a strong man with a three-grade rank would actually bow to Han Yun.

Except for Han Yun, everyone knows Bai Wuji, and they all know how proud he is, this person is a martial idiot, he only pursues martial arts, has no distractions, has no interest in power, has no interest in teaching disciples, and has been in retreat for five years, staying at home, just to explore martial arts.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to achieve such an achievement in his thirties, and because of this, he had never even heard of Han Yun.

He is such an arrogant person, and he makes such a big salute, which greatly improves everyone's perception of him, and at the same time, they admire Han Yun even more.

Look, even the third-grade powerhouses have such respect for our Han Hall Lord, so can Qing Yu, who is as famous as him, do it?

Oh, I can do it, Chai Yuan also apprenticed, then it's okay.

"Uncle Bai doesn't have to be like this, please hurry up, it's just a matter of the next part.

In the next generation, there is no other use, and they can't defend the sect like Bai Shibo, so they can only do some modest efforts, exert their residual heat, and make a little insignificant contribution to the sect."

Han Yun's words were panicked on Bai Wuji's face.

Jun Ling'er's words were still in his ears just now, compared to Han Yun teaching countless disciples, he, a strong man, had been eating the resources of the sect and had not done anything.

So, Bai Wuji reprimanded with a cold face,

"Don't talk nonsense, say that you are Master Han, you are Master Han, I am not a person who receives favors from others and does not know how to reciprocate, whoever provokes you in the future, just look for me, I will destroy him.

Farewell!"

Bai Wuji left in a hurry and rushed out of the main hall, as if he had to find a crack in the ground to get into if he stayed for a second longer.

After coming to the outside of the Yunwu Palace, Bai Wuzhi soared into the sky, and the joy that was held in his heart after the realization could no longer be held back, and immediately burst out.

Bai Wuji let out a long roar, the indescribable excitement and exaltation in his voice, and then, the palm that condensed the power of endless ice and cold blasted out and hit the clouds in the sky.

Then, the figure vanished.

The contrast between Bai Wuji's before and after reactions formed a strong contrast, and the disciples all laughed loudly, feeling angry.

Suddenly, there was the sound of dripping water falling to the ground outside.

The disciples looked back and saw that it was already raining outside.

"It's really a child's face on a June day, and it rains when it says it's raining."

A disciple in the room sighed.

There were disciples outside who were practicing martial arts, and they also ran back into the house because of the rain, and a disciple who practiced martial arts said,

"No, it's a good day today, the sun is shining, and there are some clouds in the sky that are also white, how can it be said that it rains suddenly, this is absolutely unusual."

"What the hell."

"Alas, I originally wanted to practice the martial arts of the hall bishop and me, but now it's all in vain, so I can only go back and practice again."

"It's the most annoying rainy day."

Han Yun listened to their conversation, smiled slightly, and explained,

"It wasn't the weather, it was caused by the punch that Bai Wuji threw just now."

"What? A man's punch can make it rain? Is this still mortal power?"

"Isn't it God's business when it rains? Bai Shibo's strength has reached the level of an immortal?"

"It's too powerful, I have to work hard to cultivate, and after I have three grades, I will also call for wind and rain, so that the drought in my hometown of Longchuan will be saved."

"That's the power of the gods, except for the Qingyu Old Demon in this world, I'm afraid that Bai Shibo can do it."

Looking at their ignorant appearance, Han Yun covered his forehead with a headache.

Isn't this the principle of artificial rainfall?

"That's not the power of the gods, it's very simple to make it rain, the rain that rains is originally formed by the condensation of clouds in the sky, but the temperature has not yet reached the conditions.

Bai Wuji's palm condensed the cold power of the Xuanming Divine Palm, causing the air temperature in that area to drop sharply, and the hot air collided with the cold air, causing the moisture in the clouds to quickly condense, forming ice crystals, cooling the clouds, and forming rain.

In the coming day, after you learn the Xuanming Divine Palm, you can also do it."

"I see, I thought it was God's fault."

"Senior brother is really powerful, he is rich in five cars, and he even understands this."

"What is that, there is nothing in this world that the Han Palace Lord does not understand."

"The Han Hall Lord has already comprehended the Great Dao, and he can choose a day to ascend."

The people below blew more and more, and Han Yun couldn't help but smile bitterly.

How can it be so easy to ascend, how can you ascend if you don't become an immortal.

The main hall was quickly restored to order, and the lectures continued.

Late at night.

The Yin-Yang Sect goes south.

In the midst of a great city.

Inside a spacious house.

An old man who described the withered old man, looking at the flickering candlelight in front of him, listened to the report of his subordinates, and his eyes showed a strong greed.

His voice was hoarse, and he asked,

"You say...... Han Yun created another heaven-level martial art? Can a palm make it rain?"