I saw Miaohua again, three hours after Suning'an's return.

In order to control the drunken dream and death, Xuanqing Zhenren cast all the power of Changning Temple, and now, only some old and weak people are left in the view.

Originally, Miaohua was stationed outside the spirit world and controlled the magic circle to ensure that he could advance and retreat freely, but after being drunk and dreaming of death and being beaten into the third layer by the glow of the sun, Xuanqing not only dispatched the war fortress, but also transferred Miaohua in and let him sit here.

Speaking of which, Miaohua must be well organized.

However, he still found time to meet with Suningan.

At the beginning, the first batch of people who entered the spirit world, very few were still alive, the three mages, only Mr. Shu escaped alive, that was also drunk and dreamed of death and was injured by the glow, he seized the opportunity to run out, just like Xue Mingyuan.

For the first time, only Su Ningan escaped, and he also got the information of drunken life and death from him.

Good luck!

The second time, he entered with Xuanqing Zhenren.

Because of the lack of preparation, the attack was frustrated, only a few people escaped, and Su Ningan disappeared, thinking that there was more luck and less luck, and he didn't want to still be alive.

Luck again?

No!

It can't be just luck!

This kid must be outstanding!

It is not luck to punch fourteen punches in the big exam, it is not luck to sweep the Yiqi Hall, it is not luck to be able to escape the interception of the Xu family safely, and it is naturally not luck to survive in the spirit world......

For the sake of the so-called overall situation, in order to cater to Su Can's ignorance of Su Ning'an, in Miaohua's heart, he felt more and more that this was a losing move.

Genius matters!

The problem is that true geniuses don't need to be spoiled.

As long as he is fair and just, he can thrive, resources are one thing, that is what a genius deserves, but too much eccentricity is actually not a good thing, real geniuses, in fact, need to give them incentives, so that they can adapt to the competition.

If Su Can is a sword, then Suningan is his whetstone.

There is no reason to suppress the whetstone!

"Senior nephew, what realm are you in now?"

Miaohua asked.

He didn't turn on the spirit eye detection, but asked out loud, to a certain extent, this is a kind of respect, not to treat the other party casually just because he is a junior.

With the system in his body, Suningan is the one who covers up the heavens.

In fact, even if Miaohua opened his spiritual eye, he could only see the realm that Suningan wanted him to see.

"Refining the Seventh Layer!"

Su Ningan hesitated for a moment and said.

"The Seventh Floor, Ah ......"

Miaohua pondered for a moment.

He remembered that it was only a little more than a month before the Suning'an big exam, and he was able to cultivate to the seventh layer of the Dirty Refining Realm in more than a month, which was basically the category of the pride of the sky, but how much of this degree was due to his own talent, it was difficult to say,

Don't forget, there is a weirdness in Suningan's body.

He, like himself, is following the path of casting spells through trickery.

The level of strength is actually related to the weird strength, with the help of weirdness, the martial arts cultivation of the body refining realm can indeed progress by leaps and bounds, at the beginning, how could it not be like this, if there is no weird help in the body, at this time, maybe it has become a roadside white bone.

The martial arts realm is higher, and the qi and blood are more abundant, which is also good for weirdness.

Miaohua didn't ask what the weirdness in Suningan's body was, nor did he ask Suningan to summon the weirdness like Tan Xiuyuan, after all, he was not Suningan's mentor, even as a senior teacher, it would be a little abrupt to do that.

"Are you practicing the way of the sword?"

Miaohua glanced at the horizontal knife on Suningan's waist.

Su Ningan nodded.

Miaohua pondered for a moment, then took out a booklet from the side and handed it to Su Ningan.

"Eight strikes in the waves!"

"This is the inheritance of a knife friend of mine, he relied on this set of knife techniques to open the acupoint, advanced to the innate level, this book has his experience, I hope you can understand something from it, and you can also achieve his achievements."

Miaohua smiled.

"Although casting spells by trickery is a wild way, full of dangers, and often has the calamity of falling into demons, it is not really a dead end, if the caster himself can advance to the innate level, can communicate with the aura of heaven and earth, and form an internal and external circulation, so that when controlling the weird, there is no need to burn qi and blood to raise with life vitality."

"Until then, it's better to use less weird power!"

Miaohua sighed.

"Your master, Master Tan, is like this, so now I can only survive, and I, who is also casting spells through tricks, but because I have an innate foundation, no matter what, my state is much better than him, and with the Taoist sect to rely on, maybe I can live a good life."

"You are now refining the seventh layer, you have the opportunity to step into the innate level, and after becoming the innate level, everything will be very different."

"Hopefully, this book can help you."

Suningan has always believed that there is no kindness for no reason, but in order to satisfy his inner emotions, occasional kindness should also exist, just like if you see a stray kitten, you will also give it a ham sausage.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the high-ranking Mage Miaohua, he is just like that stray cat.

Feeling humiliated?

Can't stand your self-esteem?

Inexistent!

"Thank you, uncle."

Su Ningan took the book, put his hands together, and bowed.

At this time, a Taoist appeared at the door, probably wanting to report something, and saw that Miaohua was waiting at the door.

"Work hard and live well."

Wonderful words of encouragement.

Su Ningan nodded and said softly.

"Uncle, I'll retire."

"Hmm."

Miaohua nodded and waved her hand.

Su Ningan retreated and returned to the small courtyard.

Xue Mingyuan waited at the gate, in addition, there was another person, this person Su Ningan was also familiar, his face was yellow, he shook when he saw the vitality, and now, naturally there is no such feeling, if he opens the spiritual eye, Suningan will only see an existence that is lingering with dead air and constantly overflowing with vitality.

This one is none other than Mr. Tree.

"Xiao Ning'an, you're finally back."

Xue Mingyuan said with a smile.

"This time, it's our turn!"

The work of clearing the weird and finding the drunken dream is very large, and it is very dangerous, the attackers are all elites, a congenital, a mage, and then, there are several auxiliary personnel, in Xue Mingyuan and Mr. Shu's team, Su Ningan is one of the auxiliary personnel.

In addition to him, there are also two Dirty Realm martial artists.

Mr. Shu's two White Crane Boys died in the Spirit Realm last time, and this time, Suningan and the two Dirty Realm martial artists are the new White Crane Boys, saying that they are auxiliary personnel, but in fact, they are abandoned children at some critical moments.

This is the life of the weak.

Destiny is always in the hands of someone else.

If it's strong enough, you can flip the table.

Suningan is now dormant, and he wants to be the person who is qualified to lift the table in the future!