In addition to the spiritual root, the most important thing for Bu Fan at present is the exercises, not the one that Bu Fan is cultivating now, but the real immortal cultivation exercises.

If Bu Fan wants to break through the refining realm now, the exercises are a must.

Without a spiritual root, you can't cultivate immortal exercises, and if you can't break through to the next realm, Bu Fan will never be considered an immortal cultivator.

To a certain extent, whether there is a spiritual root or not is not as important as the exercises for Bu Fan, and if there is a spiritual root, Bu Fan will naturally be able to cultivate after getting the exercises.

If he can't cultivate without a spiritual root, Bu Fan is not sad, anyway, he didn't really want to cultivate immortals, he wanted to take this path just because of the nightmare that his dead father brought him.

If he couldn't cultivate immortals because he didn't have a spiritual root, Bu Fan himself would be happy, and the old man would probably let himself go, after all, it wasn't his inaction.

When the time comes, will you not be the same, will you be at ease?

"Hey, little ghost, what do you want?"

Just when Bu Fan was already immersed in the happy life after he couldn't cultivate immortals, the old voice sounded, and the obscene smile on Bu Fan's face puzzled him very much.

Although he was a sword, he could see everything outside.

No, it's not so much about seeing as it is about feeling, not long ago, his ability to feel this kind of feeling seems to have reached a higher level, just like just now, he and Bu Fan were still in the town and he could sense what was happening here.

Although the feeling of Lao Wei is relatively vague because of the distance, the collision of those two spiritual powers will not feel wrong.

At the same time, this ability made the old trick a little fluttering, and he was finally more than just a sword that could only speak.

He is now a long-standing ugly, talkative, and probing sword.

Congratulations.

"Ahem, I didn't think about anything, let's go over. Coughing lightly, Bu Fan, who didn't know the old man's mental activities, said casually.

"Little ghost, the battle seems to have stopped. Lao Wei suddenly reminded.

Hearing this, Bufan stopped, rolled his eyes, and said.

"Can you feel the situation?"

"I don't know, I can only make a general analysis with that aura of spiritual power. After a moment of silence, he said honestly.

His detection was not very clear, and the range that he could clearly feel was only within a hundred meters of himself, and it was vague in the distance.

"How far is it?" Bu Fan asked again.

"It's not far away, little ghost, are you still going?" After replying to Bu Fan's words, Lao Wei seemed to think of something, and asked suspiciously.

"Hmm. Bu Fan nodded. "If it's really two immortal cultivators fighting, maybe I'll be able to get an exercise if I go now. ”

"But what if ......" Hearing Bu Fan's words, Lao Wei subconsciously wanted to stop Bu Fan.

Although he said to Bu Fan that there were immortal cultivators who were fighting, in fact, he didn't want to let Bu Fan come over, just to remind him, after all, Bu Fan is only a mortal in the body refining realm now, and there is still a big gap between him and the real immortal cultivator.

But halfway through the words, the old trick stopped, he was always by Bu Fan's side, and he fully understood the scene when Bu Fan was woken up by his father every time he slept.

He knew that Bu Fan was getting more and more impatient.

After a while, in a dense jungle, Bu Fan held the old trick tightly in his hand, and he didn't dare to breathe, clinging to a thick tree, as if this could give him some sense of security.

Poking his head out of the side of the tree, Bufan's eyes flickered, and he kept looking around.

Suddenly, Bu Fan's gaze stopped, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with some hesitation.

"Weird, that's ......"

"It's personal. The old man responded.

Hearing the old man's words, Bu Fan looked around twice, except for finding that there were some sword marks here and some other traces of battle, he didn't find anything unusual, and he relaxed slightly, and Bu Fan withdrew his gaze.

After a few hesitations in his heart, Bu Fan still decided to go over and have a look.

After a while, Bu Fan walked in front of the person he saw, this person was wearing a white robe, but this dress was also soaked in blood at the moment, it was dyed bright red and dazzling, the clothes on his chest were torn, and the traces should be sword wounds, and about an inch away from his hand lay quietly a blood-stained sword.

If you guessed correctly, this person was the source of one of the spiritual powers that Lao Wei had felt before, but he didn't know where the other person had gone.

Inserting the old trick into the soil, Bu Fan squatted down and tried his snort with his fingers.

A second later, Bu Fan frowned, put his hand on his neck and touched it for a while, finding that the person had lost any signs of life.

"Man is dead. After a while, Bu Fan withdrew his hand to test his pulse and said lightly.

"There shouldn't be any other immortal cultivators in these four weeks. The old man also said.

"Huh. ”

Suddenly, Bu Fan let out a strange sigh and gently pushed the corpse away, and a jade plate on the corpse's waist appeared in Bu Fan's eyes.

Tearing off the jade plate, Bu Fan took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

This jade plaque is about the size of a palm, Runzhe is transparent, white and flawless, and it is a high-quality jade at first glance, but it can be sold for a good price.

However, what really attracted Bu Fan was not the value of this jade, but the words engraved on it.

"Nine Springs Sect. ”

Bu Fan slowly read out the words on it, and then, Bu Fan's pupils shrank, and he looked at the owner of the jade plate and said in disbelief:

"It's... Could this be someone from the Immortal Gate?"

"That's right. The old man replied lightly.

Unlike Bu Fan's surprise, Lao Wei seemed very calm.

But there's nothing wrong with thinking about it, after all, Lao Wei is a sword, and naturally he can't empathize with Bu Fan in this kind of thing.

"What kind of person can kill the disciples of the Immortal Sect? After a brief moment of surprise, Bu Fan regained his composure.

Then, Bu Fan casually put the jade plate into his arms and began to touch the corpse's body.

"What are you doing?" looked at Bu Fan's strange behavior, and the old man was a little confused.

"This is a disciple of the Immortal Sect, could it be that he has the exercises I want?" Bu Fan quickly responded.

"Uhhh

After a while, he pushed the corpse over a few times, and Bu Fan pouted and said:

"Nothing. ”

"Isn't that normal? Someone wants to kill him, will he leave something for you? The old man replied helplessly.

"Hmph. Snorted lightly, Bu Fan also knew that what Lao Wei said was right, he was just holding a kind of mentality just now.

"Alas, little ghost. Suddenly, the old man shouted.

"What's the matter?" Bu Fan asked.

"Someone is coming. ”

"Huh?" Hearing this, Bu Fan first hummed in surprise, and then said:

"Didn't you say nobody?"

"I mean, there shouldn't be. The old man said with some embarrassment.

Although there was nothing wrong with him saying this, the real situation was that he didn't feel it clearly just now, and he was mistaken, and he didn't feel people until he got closer to them now.

But none of that matters, what matters.

"Little ghost, there seems to be more than one person, and the target should be the person in front of you, probably at the foot of the mountain. ”