In the room on the left side of the thatched hut on the top of the mountain, Xu Bing's figure sat here.

After feasting with Shen Cong, the whole person felt a lot more energetic. At this moment he settled down again, followed the spiritual introduction, and began to practice.

However, at this moment, there are no spirit stones, and the cultivation speed is much slower than during the day. Xu Bing thought about waiting for the master to come back and then explain the situation, to see if he could ask for more than ten or twenty spirit stones, if he could have more than twenty spirit stones, he was sure that he would be able to reach the mortal realm within two days.

But just when Xu Bing had just settled for less than five breaths, he suddenly heard an extremely angry roar from outside the hut, "My rabbit, my rabbit! Shen Cong, I'm going to pick your kid's skin."

This roar was so loud that I was afraid that the monks on the other four peaks could hear it, but Xu Bing was not worried about this at this time. Because he heard that the voice came from his master, and obviously the anger in his master's words was obviously because of the rabbit that he and Shen Cong ate at night, and then he realized that the rabbit was not wild, but raised by his master.

Xu Bing was thinking about how to explain it to his master, but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a terrible scream, and the source of the scream was obviously his senior brother, Shen Cong......

Xu Bing, who was originally cross-legged, suddenly shuddered, hurriedly retracted his mind, closed his eyes, and put all his thoughts on cultivation.

Shen Cong felt very aggrieved, very aggrieved, especially aggrieved......

After being beaten by his master, he lay quietly on the grass in front of his cave, beat the grass on the ground very angrily, and said to himself aggrievedly, "Hmph! The old man is eccentric, obviously I am not the only one who eats rabbits, but he only beats me, let my junior brother live in a thatched hut, but I want to sleep in this hole." Isn't it better than me, isn't it better than me, so what, Cong Ye just disdains to practice, if Cong Ye cultivates, then what else do you do." Shen Cong became more and more excited as he spoke, and even in the end, the aggrieved look on his face had completely disappeared, and turned into a smug smile, as if what he said before had become reality.

Shen Cong thought about it, the more he felt powerful, so he no longer cursed, but turned around and crawled into his cave, digging and rummaging in it for a while, and after more than a dozen breaths, he crawled out of the cave with a large piece of dirt on his body.

At this time, there was a jade slip in Shen Cong's hand, as well as five or six spirit stones, all of which were given to him by the master a year ago, but he was lazy and only thought about spending time and drinking all day long, so he didn't listen to the words of the master and practiced well, but hid the jade slip and spirit stone in the cave when he went down the mountain.

The jade slip in Shen Cong's hand was the exercise method selected for him by his master a year ago, and he did not enter the Dharma Pavilion, but his master himself entered it and branded it for him. After getting this exercise, Shen Cong didn't even try to practice it once, so he hid it.

At this time, Shen Cong took out these things, looked at the thatched hut on the top of the mountain with hatred again, snorted lightly, and sat down cross-legged like Xu Bing before. After thinking about the method that the master said a year ago, he held the jade slip in his hand tightly, and the central spirit extended towards the jade slip.

Xuanwu's breath, Xuan's high-grade exercises!

An old and unfamiliar voice sounded in Shen Cong's heart, and this short sentence made his body shake when he closed his eyes. Although he didn't practice well before, and even at this time, he didn't even have a mortal body, but for the division of the level of this exercise, he also heard the master talk about the preciousness of this high-grade exercise, how could he not know.

It took him a while before he calmed down the emotions in his heart and continued to study the exercises with his mind.

From the introduction of that exercise, Shen Cong learned that the set of exercises that the master chose for himself was originally considered an ancient exercise, but some of them were lost in hundreds of thousands of years of circulation, and they were later restored by a powerful monk with his own perception. This made this set of exercises, which were originally of the upper grade of the ground level, drop a large grade and became the upper grade of the Xuan rank.

After completely relaxing his mind, Shen Cong put down the jade slip, picked up a spirit stone, held it with both hands, put it on his legs, and absorbed it with the instructions in the exercise.

At the beginning, his appearance was no different from when Xu Bing was practicing, there were some light blue breaths that could not be caught by the naked eye around his body, and they drilled into his body little by little, but until more than thirty breaths later, the scene in front of him was completely different from Xu Bing's before.

In more than thirty breaths, the aura beside Shen Cong had already gathered to a terrifying level. The aura on his body can be completely seen by the naked eye at this time, don't say it's him, even if he is a mortal now, if he is within three feet of him, he can also see that thin piece of light blue aura. Even though the aura was still so dim that it was impossible to see from a distance, it was still an incredible sight.

You must know that in the cultivation realm, if you can practice with such a strong aura, you can see it with the naked eye, and your cultivation must be at least above the soul, and Shen Cong at this moment is not even in the mortal realm, and it can even be said that he has not yet entered the threshold of cultivation, but he has already achieved this, how can this not be shocking.

Just after Shen Cong practiced the half-pillar incense, on the top of the mountain in front of him, a figure appeared. This figure stood between Shen Cong and the thatched hut on the top of the mountain, and it was none other than his master Ma Yujian.

Ma Yujian looked at Shen Cong not far below, smiled a little proudly, and said to himself, "The old man's vision is good, and none of the disciples he is looking for are bad, but this guy just owes a lesson, or he doesn't know how to cultivate well." As he spoke, he suddenly felt something on his waist and threw it at Shen Cong, and suddenly the aura that was originally attached to the surface of Shen Cong's body disappeared. It's not really gone, but it's just covered by Ma Yujian's spell.

After doing all this, Ma Yujian scolded Shen Cong again, and then walked back to the hut leisurely.

And just after Ma Yujian left, a figure suddenly appeared on the right side of the peak, in mid-air that was level with it. It was a middle-aged man, he was holding his hands behind his back at the moment, his body was completely floating in the air, he glanced at the place where Ma Yujian left, and then put his eyes on Shen Cong, shook his head with a chuckle, and whispered in his mouth, "Such a heavenly pride, he was found by this old man, and I don't know what luck he had taken to be able to accept such an excellent child as a disciple." The figure also stretched out his right hand and dragged his chin as he spoke, revealing a pensive look, and what was revealed in his eyes was obviously an extremely envious look, obviously he was also very fond of Shen Cong in front of him, but maybe there was some reason why he didn't dare to go and dig people directly, after thinking for a while, he had to shake his head again, turned around and disappeared into the air.

And just after the figure disappeared, Ma Yujian, who had already left, reappeared where he was standing just now.

It wasn't a re-walk, but a sudden appearance, as if he hadn't left here in the first place, but had just hidden his body so that no one could see it, and even the middle-aged man who was floating in the air before didn't notice it at all.

Ma Yujian looked at the place where the man disappeared and smiled disdainfully, "Hmph, little doll, you still want to rob my old man's disciple, you want to be beautiful." After saying that, he left again and walked towards the hut, not knowing if this time he really left, or if it was the same as last time......