Several people looked up when they heard the sound.

The young man in the blue and white disciple's uniform was about seventeen or eighteen years old, taller than the door, with a horizontal face and three hula hoops stacked on his stomach.

The other round-faced disciple cowered and hid behind him, and under the background of the little fat, he looked particularly thin.

The round face tugged at the fat man's sleeve and persuaded in a low voice: "Forget it, Feiyu, it is everyone's default thing to be able to grab resources from each other in the secret realm, let's go." ”

"If you want to go, you go, the ranking that the master has in hand has been served by someone, and I can't swallow this breath!" Jiao Feiyu crossed his hands on his hips and spat on the table.

Song Yihe's eyes turned cold, but before she could speak, another person was faster than her.

Qin Yunshu kicked over the chair and stepped on the back of the chair with his right foot: "Master?" Keep your dog's eyes open and see clearly, who is Miss Ben? ”

The little girl replied in a tone a hundred times more arrogant than his.

"It's Miss Yunshu, it's really a big flood that has washed the Dragon King Temple, you see, I didn't mean to disturb your dinner, I just ......" Jiao Feiyu immediately changed his attitude.

"Just a fart! You, and you, where did you come from, where do you go! Qin Yunshu's slender fingers connected the two guys who were looking for trouble.

"Okay, let's go." The little fat man pulled the round-faced disciple and left comically and comically.

Song Yihe happily pulled Jiang Liuer to watch the play in the back.

"Sister Liu'er, do you remember the first time Qin Yunshu talked to me?"

Jiang Liu'er smiled: "Remember, it's really like two people now." ”

Song Yihe finally came to a conclusion: "It's all my training." ”

Qin Yunshu pretended not to hear their cool words, and said impatiently: "My good mood has been ruined by this fat man, if I don't eat it, I'll go back." ”

After a few people left, Song Yihe slowly walked to the peach forest, tonight the bright moon hangs high, the cool breeze is blowing, and it is rare to relax.

The system was silent.

[Ten percent of the mission progress has been detected, and the Level 20 permission of the Gate of Inheritance has been opened.] 】

"Why is the reward so slow this time?"

Previously, Song Yihe helped the male protagonist get the natal sword, and it stands to reason that the system should have reacted at that time, but it took so long.

[The male protagonist has just completely accepted the natal sword. 】

Looks like he's been working on that sword all day today.

Gu Changzhou was indeed very happy.

Today, Shen Wen, that is, his master, promised Gu Changzhou a small courtyard, which was on the edge of his own dormitory, which showed the importance he attached to this new disciple.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he took out the black sword and examined it carefully.

The pitch-black sword has a restrained temperament, which seems to absorb all the light reflected on the sword, and the hilt is wooden with an ancient pattern engraved on it.

The most important thing is that this actually opened the sword of wisdom.

Having a spirit means that it is likely to give birth to a sword spirit in the future.

The number of sword cultivators on the mainland is the largest, and there are tens of thousands of swords per person, but they can be passed down in the world, and there are only three swords with spirits.

Gu Changzhou was excited, and pulled others to chat and chat.

"Have you ever participated in the Great War of Gods and Demons? Do you know what a demon god looks like? How did he die? ”

After the bond, they can communicate their consciousness.

"The man looks like a dog, I don't know how he died, you also saw it, my last master's opponent was a demon dragon."

"Then why did you choose me to be your master?"

He thought that he should get a series of answers such as "you are talented" and "you suit my appetite".

As a result, Long Yinjian replied: "Because I'm almost suffocated there, just have a sword cultivator, what else to pick." ”

"And that's not the point." Long Yinjian replied, "You take care of me, and let me grow up quickly is the right thing." ”

Gu Changzhou let out a long sigh, his face was speechless, and he could already imagine the days when he would be able to raise his sword in the future.

On the other side, a rich woman surnamed Song is still counting her property.

Following the last level 10 reward, this time level 20 she got is, a whole piece of herb blanket, five shelves of spirit fruit and a bathtub made of a whole piece of natural flint, looking at the pure color and blazing breath, even if you don't know how to distinguish the quality of flint, you can see that this must be a good thing.

Flint is very popular with Dan cultivators and craftsmen, and it is much easier to operate than directly refining elixirs or magic weapons with spiritual fire.

All you need is a little aura guidance, plus a divine sense to control the firepower, you can complete a refining.

It greatly reduces the situation that the monk has insufficient spiritual power during the refining process, resulting in failure.

In this way, all the things she needs to prepare for alchemy are counted.

I just don't know when Xiaolang will wake up, Song Yihe muttered to himself.

The last time she was in the underground cave, it had been sleeping since it helped her block a blow, leaving the Earth Dragon Ding alone in the corner.

Song Yihe slowly walked into the peach forest while calculating.

She has the token given by Yun Yanbin on her body, and she can already enter and exit here on her own.

The night added a touch of mystery to the petals, and the fierce beasts in the forest were hidden in the dark because of the breath on the token, looking at the little girl in fear.

The gate in the bamboo courtyard is open, and only the main house is lit.

Song Yihe hesitated for a moment, but finally chose not to disturb the master and quietly returned to the house.

However, as soon as she lay down, suddenly there was a figure in the room.

"Master, are you walking silently?!" Song Yihe didn't have a good airway, and then he remembered this ability to shrink the ground into inches, and it seemed normal to be silent.

Yun Yanbin frowned and stared at this little disciple.

To tell the truth, he has never confiscated female apprentices, and most of his physical cultivation are men who are five big and three thick.

After he contacted the big apprentice who was far away in the immortal cultivation realm tonight, he realized that male apprentices and female apprentices were different, at least according to his previous training methods, it would never work.

So Yun Yanbin stood on the side of the bed and thought for a long time, and took out a candy, which was still wrapped in seven-colored paper.

"Eat the candy and come out with me to train."

Song Yihe: "......"

"All monks have weapons that they are good at, even the weak Dan Xiu is no exception. And the weapon of our physical cultivation is our own body. ”

The two stood by the waterfall face to face and taught seriously.

Yun Yanbin said again: "Just as sword cultivation needs to communicate with one's sword mind and maintain it every month, we must also take care of our body when we cultivate our body, and most importantly, learn how to use our body. ”

"Last time I saw your natural power in the ring, you were already a big step ahead of others, but you don't know enough about your body. Now, you don't use any external force to attack me with all your might, so let's find out about your current situation first. ”

Yun Yanbin held his hands behind his back, as if he was standing in place unguarded.

Song Yihe smashed his fist as soon as his words fell, and the fist wind raised the night breeze, which brought a little personal grudge.

However, she didn't even touch the corner of her clothes.

This man looked full of flaws, but he dodged left and right, Song Yihe just couldn't touch him, and he almost tripped several times.

There is a feeling of being teased.

The little girl had a black face and entered the state, as if she was still in the tide of strange beasts in her previous life, and although her shots were disorderly, she made ruthless moves.

Finally, this time she finally got it.

The fist was so strong that it hit him continuously.

As a result, Yun Yanbin was like no one else, but Song Yihe was shocked and painful.

She shook her red and swollen knuckles and said cheerfully, "Come again." ”