There are only fifteen days left before the Ziwei Sect Dao Meeting, and Su Wu has already practiced 80,000 swords, although he has not yet cultivated the Wang Ba sword intent that cannot be said in his mouth, but he can make some basic knife styles look good.

Xiaoming, the little apprentice who completely let go of his guard against Su Wu, finally began his path of cultivation, and within a month, he had broken through to the Mortal Realm.

Not long after Su Wu worshiped someone as a teacher, he became half a master, and he didn't ask any more questions after throwing Xiaoming to Su Wu, all the common sense of cultivation of this little apprentice came from Su Wu's patient teaching.

Su Wu, who experienced the feeling of being a teacher for the first time, did not feel that it was the slightest trouble to teach Xiaoming to cultivate, but felt very interesting, although this seemingly dull and kind child usually seemed to be not very smart, but he could really be called talented in the matter of cultivation.

Every sentence of Su Wu's teaching, Xiaoming can read his new interpretation from it.

This little junior brother was often able to surprise him and impress him. The two of them had a very happy time practicing together, and Su Wu, who had always been very lonely, finally had someone who could accompany him for a word or two.

Time passed quickly, but fortunately, after Yun Liangji's experience, there were no more disciples to disturb Su Wu and Xiaoming's cultivation.

The two of them have also occasionally gone out to play and entertain themselves in these days, but no one dares to attack the two of them easily.

Because no one can dare to touch that person with an extremely strange temper and a very cruel means.

The evil disciples who died under the involuntary double-plate axe could already fill a deep ditch.

What Tianyi Zhenren didn't do, he couldn't help but do it all in just a few months.

But those truly terrifying shadows should still be hiding in the deepest depths of darkness now, and will not be easily exposed.

People can't help but be in a hurry, half a month later, he will uproot all the ghosts and ghosts hidden in the depths of the entire Ziwei Sect.

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There is a very wide medicinal field in the east of Ziwei Sect, and the medicinal fields contained in the medicinal fields are all precious immortal grasses that Tianyi Zhenren once carefully selected.

Tianyi Zhenren's most cherished thousand-year-old flower was once planted in this medicinal field, allowing it to absorb the nourishment of the entire spiritual soil.

Back then, after the flower that bloomed for thousands of years was planted in the medicine field. Overnight, all the other herbs in the medicine field withered and withered, only the flower on the other side bloomed more delicately, so bewitching that it did not seem to bloom in the world.

When my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers kill!

After the frost killed the hundred herbs that night, Tianyi Zhencai had no choice but to plant this demon flower in a flower pot, and infiltrate it with his true qi every day, which barely maintained the vitality of the demon flower.

But the floral fragrance has faded a little after all.

A few years later, this medicinal field was finally overgrown with elixir again, and all kinds of waste were flourishing and prospering.

Tianyi Zhenren stepped down from the position of head of the house, and after someone else took the position, this fertile medicine field naturally fell into the hands of others.

So this medicine field basically became the back garden of Su Wu and Xiaoming.

Every day, Su Wu would call his little junior brother to come to the medicine field to find the herbs he needed.

Su Wu's cultivation of primordial Dao Qi was very special, and he had to devour a large amount of elixir almost every day to maintain the balance in his body.

I can't help but tell Su Wu that all the elixirs in this medicine field were originally planted by Tianyi Zhenren for him.

In fact, it is also the case, Tianyi Zhenren planted this spiritual soil full of elixir seedlings in the year Su Wu was born, and now these medicinal seedlings have grown into mature elixirs, and Su Wu has gradually grown into a personable young man.

This was originally a chess piece thrown by Tianyi Zhenren, but I didn't expect it to be really useful now.

Of course, many Ziwei disciples did not know about these things, so Xiaoming, who went in and out of the medicine garden every day, soon became the object of envy of the disciples of the Ziwei Sect.

Many disciples have planted a deep fire of jealousy in their hearts, they are also disciples of the Ziwei Sect, but the treatment they receive is very different, in their opinion, this is a manifestation of the master's preference for shortcomings.

If a head of the sect hides selfish intentions in front of his disciples, then sooner or later he will lose his qualification to be the head of the sect.

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At noon on this day, Xiaoming came to the medicine garden alone as usual to pick up elixir.

Xiaoming, who was short in stature but was exceptionally cute, carried a half-length bamboo cage on his back, and walked in the medicine garden with staggering steps.

"Five bamboo grass, white jade root, deep heart orchid, a pillar of incense, Lantian smoke ......"

Xiao Ming silently recited the name of the elixir in his heart over and over again, while picking it quickly with his hands, and in less than half a burnt of incense, he filled the entire basket.

Xiaoming, who was careful and meticulous, did not immediately turn around and leave, but checked the elixir in the basket several times before nodding with satisfaction.

Carrying a heavy medicine basket on his back, under the scorching sun, Xiaoming finally embarked on the journey back.

What was different from the past was that there was a man with a spear standing outside the very empty medicine garden today.

The man with the gun stood straight on the path that Xiaoming must pass when he returned, like a stone statue without consciousness.

He was dressed in red armor and carried a red tassel gun, like a Deadpool waiting for his master.

But he is indeed not a Deadpool, not only is he not a Deadpool, he is also a well-known spear path master in the Ziwei Sect, and the second disciple under the seat of Elder Chenxizi.

He lived a lonely life like Su Wu in the past, but in fact, he was hundreds or thousands of times lonelier than Su Wu.

In the entire Ziwei Sect, except for Chenxizi, there is no second true person in this gunman, he does not have a single friend, or he has many friends, but those friends are not people.

It's the gun he holds tightly in his hand, the one that pierces everything.

He did have a lot of friends, but those friends were guns.

Overlord gun, red tassel gun, plum blossom gun, green sunken gun, reed leaf gun......

These are his friends, friends who will never betray him, and only such friends will make him feel reliable.

Only such a friend can help him kill people and hold him safe, and he has never trusted anyone, including his master Chenxizi.

It's as if there is only one thing in his world, and the purpose of his life is to make the gun in his hand faster and sharper.

He had been apprenticed to someone, but he was rejected by him, and after that time he had melted everything into his gun.

Then he challenged three times without help, but the gun was broken three times in a row.

Now that his youngest apprentice was in front of him, he naturally had to ask for two shots no matter what.

He wanted to see how tall the position he had never been able to sit in was.

There was still warm blood left between his guns, and the blood stuck the red tassel and the head of the gun, which looked very terrifying.

Xiao Ming, who was carrying a basket full of elixirs, quickly stepped on the path blocked by the man with the gun, and after finding the herbs that Su Wu needed, he was very happy, and his mouth had begun to hum a little song unconsciously, and the steps under his feet were faintly windy.

Soon, Xiaoming saw the big man in red armor, and when he saw him, he naturally saw the gun he was carrying in his hand and the blood that kept falling from the red tassel gun.

Xiaoming, who had just expelled the gloom in his heart, saw blood again, the last time he saw the blood was from his own Abba and Aunt, and he still often dreams of that bloody night full of endless blood.

But now Xiaoming is no longer the little kid who was as humble as an ant on the ground, he has a master who is in a high position, and a senior brother who takes care of himself every day and silently cares for him.

With the help of Su Wu, he quickly succeeded in mastering the violence that was permeating his body all the time, and turned it into his absolute strength.

Since what Xiaoming cultivated was also the way of killing by the king of others, there was no reason to be afraid of blood.

His seemingly weak body now actually hides a soul that is about to be extremely irritable.

The stereotypical man with the gun did not rush to use the gun, but first said to Xiaoming, who had just started, in his cold chilling voice: "I am Nie Yuanfeng, the second disciple of Chenxizi, and I have been waiting here for a long time today, and I want to ask for a little bit of trouble from my junior brother. ”

Nie Yuanfeng, who was called a gun idiot by Ziwei's disciples, seemed to have not spoken for too long, and every word seemed very stiff, just like the red tassel spear with a cold light in his hand, he couldn't speak, he could only attack.

Xiaoming, who was full of unbearable battle intent, slowly put down the basket of ground medicine he was carrying behind him, and tightly held the sickle used to harvest the elixir, pinning it in his palm.

He nodded, signaling that Nie Yuanfeng could shoot first.

But Nie Yuanfeng didn't shoot, he knew that with his own heart, no matter how strong his desire to win was, it was absolutely impossible to shoot his junior brother first.

There was only one thing that could make him desperate to shoot first, and that was anger, anger that was hard to contain.

And there is only one possibility for Nie Yuanfeng to generate this kind of anger, and that is if someone insults his gun.

And it just happened that the fledgling Xiaoming just aroused all the anger in his heart.

Xiaoming, who has just stepped into the realm of metamorphosis, can be said to be a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and in the boy's innocent eyes, there is no realm level consciousness.

In the boy's simple consciousness, as long as he could hold his scythe, then cutting off the head of the man in front of him should be as simple as cutting the elixir in the medicine field.

So he kept shaking his scythe and didn't come out, which was a naked provocation.

This provocation was very effective, and it quickly aroused the anger in Nie Yuanfeng's heart.

Since he was angry, it meant that he no longer had the slightest reason not to shoot.

So he shot.