In the depths of the Imperial Spirit Sect, in a simple and elegant living room. Song Jiang, who was dressed in a purple robe, sat down in the main seat, leisurely picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup at hand, took a sip of Biluochun by himself, and did not take the initiative to greet the three people in the hall.

Li Qiankun didn't mind, he looked at the yellow rosewood rose chair sitting under his buttocks, and then glanced at the emerald green Biluochun in the teacup, and sneered: "This rose chair and Biluochun are both the favorites of the master, Senior Brother Song is still so careful, so... will be flattering, this kung fu of slapping horses is really difficult for the junior and younger brothers. ”

When Song Jiang heard this, he was poked in the sore spot, and he was naturally angry in his heart. However, his complexion is still unwavering, and the wind is light. Otherwise, if his face was angry, he would have fallen into Li Qiankun's arms, and before he could open his mouth to fight back, he would faintly lose the upper hand.

Song Jiang gently put down the teacup and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Li is not bad, he has good kung fu and sharp teeth, he is just like that market woman, and he can speak well." Hey, if you wear embroidered shoes, an orchid finger, and stuff two big white steamed buns in your arms, tsk, and get rid of a shrew scolding the street, that is, the master has to retreat when he sees you, and he doesn't dare to fight between words. ”

Li Qiankun didn't smile, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Song Jiang's words were really scolding, which made him very angry in his heart, but it was not easy to attack, and his face turned blue and white for a while.

Tang Demeng, Jiang Nianhong, and He Qiu, who sat next to Li Qiankun, all looked at their noses and noses, and practiced closed-mouth meditation. The quarrel between the two Great Cultivators of the Eight Realms of Breaking the Sky, a few of them did not dare, and they were not qualified to intervene. However, seeing that their master was rarely bored, the three of them inevitably admired this master Bo Song Jiang a little, whether it was cultivation or quarreling kung fu, they all suppressed the master, no wonder it was the first disciple of the master Wei Li.

"Thanks to the master's rule, only the mouth is allowed to move between the same door, and no hands are allowed. Otherwise, Senior Brother Li, I'll let you see how a senior brother should share his worries for his master and discipline and discipline his stubborn junior brother. Song Jiang squinted his eyes, stared at Li Qiankun calmly, and said word by word.

When Li Qiankun heard this, he chuckled, he had never dealt with Song Jiang, and when he saw it, he inevitably blew his beard and glared, and almost forgot the purpose of coming to the Imperial Spirit Sect. So, Li Qiankun put away his thoughts of dispersion, and was not stirred by Song Jiang's words, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Song is relying on the peak cultivation of the Eight Realms, and his words are arrogant. But my visit this time is because of the experienced juniors, I don't know if the three people in your Imperial Spirit Sect should fight, have you selected them?"

"It's not your turn to worry about that. Song Jiang sneered, and at the same time glanced at Tang Demeng, Jiang Nianhong, and He Qiu, and silently calculated in his heart, and roughly counted. Tang Demeng is the highest cultivation among the three, and the three realms of martial arts, but his talent is the worst, he is not very powerful, he is decent, and he is far inferior to Han Shuangcheng. That He Qiu is the lowest cultivation among the three, he has just entered the realm of martial artists, but his foundation is good, he should be a junior who came out of a big family with strong resources, and it is a little tricky, roughly comparable to Qin Qiao, who has been polished in a realm for a long time.

As for the last person, Jiang Nianhong from the second realm of martial arts, Song Jiang took a second look. This kid is a disciple carefully cultivated by Li Qiankun, and his martial arts realm foundation is extremely strong, his talent is good, and he is a good seedling of cultivation. Ordinary Second Realm, even a disciple who has been polished in the Second Realm for a long time, is really not his opponent. This Li Qiankun is a blind cat who met a dead mouse and picked up the treasure.

However, Song Jiang took a goatee and was not worried at all, but a strange smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Senior Brother Li, although your cultivation skills are ordinary, the vision of accepting apprentices is quite okay. These three juniors have good talents, and with a little training, they will be a sure way to break the Sky Realm in the future. ”

When Li Qiankun heard this, he raised his eyelids and glanced at the smiling Song Jiang, frowned, he didn't know what trick Song Jiang was playing, after thinking about it, he sneered: "Why, can't the Nuoda Imperial Spirit Sect pick out a few juniors who can handle the battle?" If this is the case, Senior Brother Song said bluntly, I will not deceive people too much, so I led these three apprentices down the mountain and did not bother. ”

Song Jiang pretended to be hesitant, and after a while, he calmly replied and replied coldly: "The Imperial Spirit Sect naturally has a few good seedlings. Two days later, on the dojo, the exchange was complete. Others looked at Song Jiang as if he was a fat man with a swollen face, but in fact, Song Jiang was secretly happy.

In the second realm, the Imperial Spirit Sect does have a few good seedlings, such as Lin Ruizhe, who broke through the two realms in a row not long after entering the sect. However, this Lin Ruizhe is against Jiang Nianhong, it is difficult to say whether the two have a killer feature, if it is pointed, it should be between four and six, Lin Ruizhe is four, Jiang Nianhong is six.

However, the Imperial Spirit Sect doesn't still have a Mo Shiping who is about to break through the realm.

At the beginning, Mo Shiping beat Yu Wen Cheshui's last punch, Song Jiang could see in his eyes, it clearly contained the power of rules, which was incredible. After that, Song Jiang pondered carefully, the middle-aged man with the sword beside Yuwen Cheshui was not the same as the master Wei Li, the white-clothed swordsman Yuwen Qingquan, who had been at the peak of the Nine Realms in the early years. Even Yuwen Qingquan put down his body and took the initiative to protect Yuwen Cheshui, which means that Mo Shiping's last punch with the power of the rules is very likely to hit Yuwen Cheshui hard, and it is more likely to kill him with one punch.

Behind Mo Shiping, there was mostly a question about the fairyland, which was a speculation made by Song Jiang after thinking about it repeatedly. Even Wei Li, the first person in the fairyland, was afraid of it, and the only way to ask about the fairyland was to ask about the fairyland. Although he had never heard of a fairyland in the Southern Regions, it had always been ethereal in the fairyland, so Song Jiang guessed that most of the old monsters deliberately put Mo Shiping in the Southern Regions to practice.

Asking Mo Shiping, the second realm taught by the fairy realm, and Jiang Nianhong of the second realm taught by Li Qiankun of the upper eighth realm, Song Jiang naturally put ten thousand hearts, and even felt a trace of pity for Jiang Nianhong. Outstanding talent does not mean that the Dao heart is firm, the talent determines the upper limit, and the Dao heart determines the lower limit. Since ancient times, there have been many immortal cultivators with great talents, and after losing one or several battles in the same realm, their Dao heart was shattered, and they stopped moving forward for the rest of their lives. In the past hundred years, the most suffocating sigh is the white-clothed swordsman Yuwen Qingquan, who can be unanimously praised as a sure posture of asking immortals. As a result, the three battles with Wei Li in the Nine Realms were all bad moves, and from then on, he had no heart at all, and he was destined to stop at the peak of the Nine Realms in this life.

I don't know what Jiang Nianhong's Dao heart is, if it is shattered at the touch of a button, it will really be considered unlucky for him. Thinking of this, Song Jiang glanced at Jiang Nianhong again, and then at Li Qiankun, smiling without saying a word. He didn't have the kindness to remind Li Qiankun what kind of opponent Jiang Nianhong was facing. What's more, Jiang Nianhong's talent is only outstanding after all, not unbeatable, so Song Jiang has no idea of cherishing talent.

Tang Demeng, Jiang Nianhong, and He Qiu naturally also noticed Song Jiang's gaze, especially Jiang Nianhong, frowning slightly, he vaguely felt that there was something playful in the eyes of this master.

Jiang Nianhong lowered his head and thought about it for a while, and there were some waves in his heart. But then, he calmed down and didn't think much about it. The path of cultivation he took was that he was conceited and invincible. Moreover, he visited many sects with Li Qiankun and fought with many disciples of the Second Realm, and he did not taste a single defeat, which strengthened his cultivation heart.

As a cultivator of the Eight Realms of Breaking the Sky, Li Qiankun's vision is not low, and he can naturally see Jiang Nianhong's thoughts, like a double-edged sword, the more the road of cultivation will become, the more bumpy and difficult it will be, but the achievements he can achieve will always be higher than others. Of course, the invincible opponent in the second realm is nothing, but all the way down, the higher the realm, the more terrifying Jiang Nianhong is. Therefore, Li Qiankun is particularly interested in Jiang Nianhong, and he also has high hopes. What Master Wei Li has always advocated is not such a person. A hundred ordinary Nine Realms are not as good as an invincible Nine Realms.

At that moment, Li Qiankun glanced at Song Jiang, who was smiling and silent, and snorted coldly. Not only did this southern region not ask about the fairyland, but even the immortal cultivation families were quite rare, and they were all inconspicuous. Therefore, Li Qiankun is conceited, Jiang Nianhong's second realm is in the Southern Regions, not to mention second to none, there are always the top five. Could it be that there can be two realm disciples in the Imperial Spirit Sect who are also among the top five? Then Li Qiankun didn't believe it. That kind of junior is carefully cultivated by the immortal cultivation family, how can they worship under the Imperial Spirit Sect.

Thinking of this, Li Qiankun's heart became much more settled. As for He Qiu in the first realm and Tang Demeng in the third realm, it is best to win, and it doesn't matter if he can't win. What he really wanted to compete with Song Jiang was the possible height of their respective disciples in the future. When the time comes, a Jiang Nianhong who has won the battle between the two realms will be enough. No matter how many Void Breaking Realms you go out of the door in the future, Master Wei Li will look down on you? Naturally, no, Wei Li has always been the one who pursues turning things around, not all sentient beings.

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At this time, in the residence of the inner disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect, Mo Shiping sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, his eyebrows lowered, his arms naturally lowered, and his ten fingers overlapped, across his waist and abdomen. The naked upper body exposes a pair of refined muscles, and the lines are obvious, although it is not strong, but it can also be said to be powerful, even and symmetrical.

Wang Fugui stood aside, his face nervous, and he didn't dare to gasp. Ma Zhongliang, who was beside him, looked calm, twisted a silver needle in his hand, and accurately fell into the life point behind Mo Shiping.

"How?" Ma Zhongliang picked up another silver needle in his hand, but it did not continue to fall.

Mo Shiping frowned slightly, the silver needle entered the hole, and a stinging pain hit the back and tail vertebrae, fortunately it was not too violent, like being stung by a wasp, one after another, gritting his teeth was nothing.

"It doesn't matter. Mo Shiping nodded and said softly.

Ma Zhongliang continued to drop the silver needles, one after another, and accurately fell into the Dazhu acupoint, Zhiyang acupoint, Baihui acupoint, Shenting acupoint, and Lingtai acupoint.

As the last silver needle fell, the spine behind Mo Shiping suddenly clicked, and a warmth flowed down the spine to the whole body.