"Senior Brother Guan, are you okay?"

After returning to their seats, Li Ran and Xiao Pingju couldn't help but ask.

Guan Tianyu rolled up his sleeves, revealing a high red and swollen arm, and he could see a conspicuous fist mark on his arms, and he didn't have a good air:

"Do you think I'm fine?"

After speaking, Guan Tianyu picked up a pot of water on the table, drank it, burped and said: "Don't say it, that kid named Peng Nai, such a big power, it's just a fugue realm, if you just talk about physical strength, I'm afraid it's already above me." ”

"When this person breaks through the True Self Realm, God knows how much power it will have?"

After a pause, Guan Tianyu seemed to think of something, and then said: "And this kid's sea of knowledge is very strong, I am in the realm of true self, and I have cast a fixed spell, but I have not been able to completely fix him." ”

"Senior Brother Xiao, if you meet him in a big way, I'm afraid I'm going to be in big trouble."

Guan Tianyu patted Chen Zhixing's shoulder, with a sympathetic look on his face.

Chen Zhixing said with a smile: "Senior Brother Guan, this time you are facing the chief true heir of the North Peak, Gai Rong, I'm afraid it's not much better, right?" ”

Hearing this, Guan Tianyu suddenly frowned, and his face fell.

In the previous two peaks, it was not his turn to face Gaijon.

But this time, the two peaks are compared, and the previous chief true inheritor of the South Peak has withdrawn from the list of true disciples because of his age.

As a result, Guan Tianyu has now become the new chief of Nanfeng True Transmission.

Dabi, naturally, is the chief to the chief.

Therefore, Guan Tianyu's opponent this time has also changed from his old opponent Nie Xiaolong to Gai Rong!

"Hey, don't say it! What can I do? I'm desperate! ”

Guan Tianyu kneaded his eyebrows with a painful face.

In the blink of an eye, fifteen days passed.

The winter snow has gradually melted, and the snow-covered mountains are gradually revealing a little green branches.

In these fifteen days, Chen Zhixing finally cultivated the core method to the realm of the fourth layer of distortion control!

What is Warp Control?

It refers to distorting the enemy's senses, manipulating and controlling the enemy's mind, and making him his own puppet!

Night.

A full moon hung high in the night sky.

Chen Zhixing wore a red shirt like a maple leaf and sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

After a small servant approached softly, he spoke: "Xiao Zhenchuan, the peak head is already waiting for you." ”

Chen Zhixing nodded, today's full moon night is the day of Mo Yuemei's transmission.

He also wanted to see what kind of secret method could help a fugue person forcibly ascend to the realm of True Go!

You must know that the True Wu Realm is not a rotten cabbage on the street, no matter what force it puts in, it is a top existence!

The patriarch of the family who can usually entrench himself in a big city is just a real man.

Even among the top forces such as the Tianlan Holy Land and the Ziwei Chen Family, the True Self Realm can also serve as an elder, and it is the mainstay of a sect!

If there is a secret method to elevate the Divine Journey Realm to the True Wu Realm, I am afraid that the strength of all the monks in the entire Eastern Xuan Domain will skyrocket up one level!

Following the lead of the little servant, Chen Zhixing walked all the way through the main hall of the peak, then through the corridors and courtyards, and finally stopped in front of the door of a wing room.

"Xiao Zhenchuan, the peak head is already waiting for you inside."

The little guy said a respectful word, and then bowed backwards.

Chen Zhixing stood in front of the door of the vermilion wing, took a deep breath, and reached out and knocked on the door.

"Ping'er, come in."

In the wing room, Mo Yuemei's familiar royal sister's voice came.

Chen Zhixing pushed open the door and stepped in, slightly stunned.

I saw that the whole wing room was full of bundles of white light gauze tents hanging down.

In the center of the room, there is a bathtub, which is constantly bubbling with wet heat, rendering the whole room hazy and blurred.

Chen Zhixing looked up, and behind a hanging light veil, he could vaguely see a beautiful figure sitting cross-legged.

The beautiful Qianying has a slender neck, and looking down again, it is a pair of indescribable richness, as well as a slender waist that Yingying holds.

Even through the light veil, you can see the concave and beautiful body curves of this figure.

The light yarn blew slightly, making the figure more and more hazy, and there was a feeling of seeing flowers in the fog.

If you are a person with ordinary concentration, I am afraid that when you see this scene, your blood will surge.

"Ping'er, take off your clothes, take a shower and change your clothes."

Mo Yuemei's voice came from behind the light veil.

Chen Zhixing's face was a little stunned.

This, this, this.

Is this transmission a real sutra?

"Ping'er." Mo Yuemei's voice came again.

"Yes."

Chen Zhixing hurriedly arched his hand, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, took off his clothes as he said, and walked into the bathtub.

I saw that there was a large pot of medicinal juice boiling in the whole bath tub, and there was no bitter taste like ordinary boiling medicine, but a faint fragrance.

"Sit down cross-legged, run your cultivation, and absorb the powerful medicinal properties in this medicinal juice." Mo Yue said in a deep voice.

Chen Zhixing nodded, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

As Chen Zhixing urged his cultivation, countless pure spiritual qi suddenly poured into Chen Zhixing's body through the pores along the medicinal juice in the bathtub.

"What a huge medicinal property!"

Chen Zhixing's eyes narrowed slightly.

I'm afraid this bucket of medicinal juice is not simple, just the heavenly and earthly treasures that he can see with his naked eyes have thousand-year-old immortal essences, immortal divine flowers, Tianyuan fruits, Xuanhuang true liquid and other things.

If you want to boil such a pot of medicinal juice, you need at least millions of spirit stones!

And millions of spirit stones, for any monk, are definitely an impressive amount of money!

You must know that if the Chen family's spirit mine is mined all once, it is only millions of spirit stones!

This made Chen Zhixing's heart a little moved.

I have to say that this peak leader Mo Yuemei has paid for him far beyond the level of a master and an ordinary disciple!

As that huge aura entered his body, the true yuan in Chen Zhixing's Divine Sea suddenly grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"She should want to use this pot of potion first to help me cultivate to reach the ninth level of the iQue, right?"

Chen Zhixing's heart moved, and while absorbing this medicinal property, he showed his cultivation little by little.

iQue Triple!

iQue Quadruple!

iQue Fivefold!

An hour later.

As the medicinal juice in the bath bucket was absorbed by Chen Zhixing, it was completely absorbed.

Chen Zhixing has also cultivated to the realm of iQue Ninefold!

Behind a hanging light yarn.

Mo Yuemei couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this.

"Huh? Is this a fugue ninefold? So smooth? She was a little surprised.

Originally, according to her thoughts, that pot of medicine should have elevated Chen Zhixing's cultivation to the appearance of the seventh or eighth level of the iQue.

Then she made another move and took out a few top-grade treasure pills to help Chen Zhixing's cultivation be promoted to the ninth level of iQue!

Who knew that before she could make another move, Chen Zhixing would only rely on that pot of medicine to raise his cultivation to the ninth level of iQue!

"It seems that today's year has been ruined."

A smile appeared on Mo Yuemei's face, and then he spoke again:

"Ping'er, sit down in the position of the eye of the formation."

As Mo Yuemei's voice fell.

A formation in the shape of a six-pointed star suddenly surged bright light on the ground.

Chen Zhixing nodded, stood up from the bathtub, naked, and walked step by step to the middle of the six-pointed star formation and sat down.

"Master, what's next? What should I do? ”

Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged in the center of the six-pointed star, turned his back to Mo Yuemei, and asked.

The tulle light tent was pushed away by a fair-skinned and slender hand, Mo Yue looked at Chen Zhixing's back, and couldn't help but look in a slightly trance.

I saw Chen Zhixing's bare upper body, and his black hair was like a waterfall, casually draped behind his back.

His skin was fair, crystal clear, and even whiter and tenderer than a woman.

The back is straight, and the whole body is covered with well-proportioned muscles, and the muscles are well-defined, like sculptures.

Drops of water fall down the skin, emitting a faint glow.

"Master?"

Seeing that there was no movement behind him, Chen Zhixing couldn't help but whisper again.

"Pingping'er, don't look back."

Mo Yuemei came back to his senses, and a touch of red instantly spread from his neck to the tips of his ears.

She secretly snorted a few times in her heart that she was indecent, and then Lianbu walked easily towards Chen Zhi.

A hand was placed on Chen Zhixing's shoulder.

Chen Zhixing couldn't help but be shocked, but he still endured it and didn't look back.

"Ping'er, it may be a little itchy, you bear with it."

Mo Yuemei's voice came from behind his ears, and Chen Zhixing nodded.

Immediately afterwards, he felt Mo Yuemei behind him, as if he had picked up a brush and painted on his back.

The tip of the pen is soft, touching the skin, crispy and numb, like ants crawling.

This made Chen Zhixing couldn't help but tremble again.

What he didn't know was.

Behind her, Mo Yuemei, who was holding a brush stained with Taiyi Tianjing as an ink brush, was also nervous, and his wrist trembled slightly.

Don't look at her as a Nirvana Realm powerhouse, the head of the southern peak of the Tianlan Holy Land, but she has never met a young man like this.

A moment later.

I saw Mo Yuemei on Chen Zhixing's back, outlining mysterious runes.

"Ping'er, now that the teacher is coming to the front, you close your eyes."

Mo Yuemei's voice was a little dry.

After finishing speaking, she seemed to feel a little inappropriate, so she reached out and tore off a piece of light yarn and tied it to Chen Zhixing's eyes.

Then, Mo Yuemei took a deep breath and walked to the front of Chen Zhixing.

She squatted down, endured the shame in her heart, and carefully drew a series of divine patterns on Chen Zhixing's body.

Chen Zhixing could perceive it very clearly, and the soft tip of the brush slowly stroked from his chin all the way to his lower abdomen.

He could also sense that Mo Yuemei's face was extremely close to his chest, and his skin could clearly perceive the wet heat on his chest as Mo Yuemei breathed.

This made Chen Zhixing's pores all over his body couldn't help but stretch out, and his instep was straight.

"Master, does it have to be so close?" Chen Zhixing said with his throat rolling.

The next moment.

Chen Zhixing couldn't help but open his eyes slightly and looked down.

And Mo Yuemei, who was concentrating and outlining runes on Chen Zhixing's body, was also stunned, and couldn't help but raise his head to look.

(End of chapter)