Zhang Feixuan is not as undisciplined as Wang Qizheng, mainly because Wang Qizheng has already knelt, so he doesn't need it.

"Senior brother, is this method tailor-made for us, right, then pass it on to the third junior brother first. Pass it to me again. ”

Hearing this, Wang Qizheng, who was kneeling, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Zhang Feixuan, who was standing there like twenty-five or eighty-thousand, and his eyes widened.

This product is quite good at finding opportunities!

Song Yin shook his head: "This itself is a furnace, refining into a pill, you have to generate a pill fire in your body, so that you can refine the best Dan method." You're still a little bit closer, just now I used the Great Dao Fire as an introduction to refine the medium you need for cultivation, mainly to let you know what the real cultivation method is. ”

"If you think of me, you have to continue to practice."

Yes, it is equivalent to saying it in vain.

If you still have to practice for a long time, it is tantamount to finding a way to torture them in disguise.

Wang Qi was getting up directly, which was considered to be kneeling in vain.

"The soup is almost ready, come and eat it, and try my craftsmanship." Song Yin said with a smile.

The soup in the iron pot, after an hour of simmering, with herbs to enhance the flavor, is already full of aroma.

Song Yin summoned the small stones nearby, condensed and changed into three bowls and spoons, stretched out his hand, and the soup in the pot automatically flew into the bowl, and the steaming food fell in front of them.

The two took it, and they were not polite, and drank it directly.

"Senior brother's skills are good!"

Wang Qizheng's eyes lit up, and he looked up at Song Yin: "Have you studied before?" ”

"Sort of," Song Yin said with a smile.

In his previous life, he was self-reliant, of course, he learned, ordinary meals, he can cook.

Now that the Dharma Eye is here, it is easy to find seasoned herbs, and the herbs brought by the second junior brother are basically responsible for enhancing the taste, and he has to find another one.

The pot is very big, and the meat of the tiger is put in to cook, but the Qi Refiner, Zhong Mingding, really wants to let go of eating, and Wang Qizheng alone eats half of the pot in that bowl after bowl before stopping.

Zhang Feixuan's appetite was slightly worse, but he also ate a third, and Song Yin ate the remaining bit very early.

"Senior brother, do you want the third junior brother to get something again?" Zhang Feixuan saw that Song Yin had already stopped eating, and couldn't help asking.

Song Yin shook his head and said: "No need, I often absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and I can eat carefully, if I really want to let go of eating, I'm afraid that it won't be enough." ”

Since he cultivated his true body without leakage, the ingredients in the mountains have never filled his stomach, and when he came to the world, he also failed to fill his stomach.

But he doesn't care, if the conditions are not enough for him to eat, then he doesn't have to eat, his true body has no leakage, and he can't feel hungry by absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

"Have you eaten enough?"

The two nodded.

Song Yin stretched out his hand again, and the big iron pot and bowl and spoon flew away, glowing white light in the air, changing into the previous stones, and falling back to their original positions.

They were stunned for a while.

They don't know if there are true immortals in the world, but when it comes to the majesty of immortals, their senior brother is definitely the most exemplary one.

"Since you're full, let's do evening classes."

Song Yin said: "The evening class is a thousand times of ecstasy, let's start." ”

"Isn't it, Zhenlian?" Wang Qizheng exclaimed.

Hearing this, Song Yin frowned and looked over.

"No, I mean it's getting late, senior brother, why don't you rest earlier and practice tomorrow morning." Wang Qizheng sneered.

"With your combat power, you still want to sleep? How can you sleep! ”

Song Yin shouted: "It's just that you're too lazy that you can't even notice the real cultivation, give me practice!" ”

"Yes!"

The two of them had a straight body, pinched the magic trick in their hands, and directly played the magic trick.

This spell is the most basic, but it can charm the mind and has no lethality, but if you encounter any beast bandits, you can use this trick to control it.

If a disciple who has just entered Qi refining really encounters any danger, even if he plays any lethal spells, the power may not be so sufficient, in case he encounters a bandit with a strong physique, it is impossible to say that he still has a sharp weapon.

After all, they are Dan factions, and they are inherently inferior to those who can fight.

But a trick of blinding, a magic trick, by controlling people's minds to retreat from the enemy, is very good.

The master's spell is well documented, and some situations are taken into account.

It's just that seeing the two junior disciples clumsily using spells there, the more Song Yin looked at it, the more wrong it became, and said: "You two release each other, what's the use of just hitting the air, accepting spells from each other, you can also exercise your resistance to this illusion." ”

"Yes"

The two of them responded weakly, facing each other, playing tricks there.

Both of them are fifth-order, and the first-order can use the Mind Psychic Technique, and they really can't have any impact on each other.

However, he fought too much, which made Wang Qizheng more and more irritable, and he suddenly punched out a psychic technique, but he did not have any hallucinations, but a few big words appeared in Zhang Feixuan's eyes.

It's all your fault!

Yoh?

Zhang Feixuan was energetic, and he also hit him with a psychic technique.

Are you still literate?

Wang Qi was tugging at the corners of his mouth, and he made another one.

You're fucking looking for death!

Zhang Feixuan also played one.

Come! You have the ability to cut me down today, what do I hurt, can you bear you to run, I will never stop you.

You're fucking farting, if you could run, you would have run a long time ago! Lao Tzu shouldn't come back, and Lao Tzu shouldn't believe in your evil! Psychic art, Lao Tzu's mini daddy's eyes!

Do you think I can't swear?!

The more they used spells there, the more energetic they became, and in Song Yin's eyes, their hands pinched the magic seal and lit it forward, almost as fast as an afterimage, and even moved their steps, pointing their fingers at each other in a circle, and their faces became more and more hideous.

A thousand spells, under the casting of the two of them almost breathlessly, it was not so slow, and in half an hour, the thousand spells had been played, and the two of them were hunched over and panting.

Zhang Feixuan still maintained a hideous face, raised his hand with great effort, and played a magic trick.

Wang Qizheng was not to be outdone, bared his teeth at him, and punched his hands.

"Okay, that's it." Song Yin said with relief.

Although the posture is indecent, this training is a lot of effort.

The two juniors are still very diligent.

As soon as Song Yin's words fell, the two of them jumped away as if agreed, one took out the treasure pestle, and the other held the axe.

"Come on!"

"Come on, come on, you think Lao Tzu is afraid of you!"

The two of them stared wide-eyed and bloodied, almost eating each other.

Song Yin raised his eyebrows, "Huh? ”

Hearing Song Yin's voice, the two of them pursed their lips, glared at each other again, each snorted coldly, turned their backs to each other, and did not look at each other.

"You guys seem to be used to fighting on weekdays."

Song Yin smiled, but he didn't care too much, he was used to fighting, he was still a brother, what did it mean?

On behalf of him, the friendship of Jinxian Gate is good!

Song Yin raised his hand and made a move, and two things flew to the two of them.

"Senior brother?"

Zhang Feixuan was stunned for a moment, and what was suspended around him was a tiger skin shawl.

In front of Wang Qizheng, it was a short coat.

Song Yin smiled and said: "I see that the clothes of the third junior brother are gone, and it just so happens that this tiger skin is here, and it can be used as a top." The remaining materials were made for you to make a shawl. ”

Zhang Feixuan looked at the shawl, opened his mouth, and finally fell silent, took the shawl away, and draped it directly over his shoulder.

Even if this shawl doesn't match the style and color of his clothes at all.

Wang Qizheng took the shirt with both hands, he didn't wear it, he just looked at Song Yin in a daze, and his eyes were even a little dull.

"Rest early, there will be morning class tomorrow."

Song Yin waved his hand, then meditated cross-legged and closed his eyes.

"Me"

Wang Qizheng opened his mouth, his face suddenly distorted, and finally put on his clothes.

This dress is more like a horse coat, but there are no buttons, so that his heart is open, like a dock carrying a bag.

But Wang Qizheng didn't care what style he was, he just pursed his mouth, as if he was clenching his teeth, and finally just bowed his head, and his voice became low: "Thank you, senior brother."

He bowed there, his arms covering his face, unable to see clearly, unwilling to stand up straight for a long time.

Zhang Feixuan looked at the two bright moons in the sky, pinched the shawl on his shoulder, and his eyes almost entered the moonlight, becoming a little shiny.

When you go back to a sect, you have to guard against being eaten by the master, and you are cautious like a mouse in the outside world to avoid other qi refiners.

I am used to seeing the world is thin and cold, and I am deceitful, and my mind is full of thoughts about how to live.

Who would think of sewing a dress for them?

(End of chapter)