Wang Jing and Wang Mang, the two grain transport officers, were accustomed to walking on the mountain roads, and they rushed to the snow-covered halfway up the mountain in one breath without panting or heartbeat. The top of Falling Star Mountain is shrouded in white clouds, making it impossible to see through. But I could smell the smell of summer coming from there—the mountainside was high and the snow was natural, but the top of the mountain was the same as the ground in the middle of summer, and it was indeed a spiritual mountain—but it was a pity that it was entrenched by mysterious and fierce monsters.

The body of the two kings still made me admire it a little.

If I hadn't practiced internal strength, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to climb to the mountainside in one go. In that case, I, an imposter cultivator, will be exposed.

They wanted to go to the barn to deliver the military rations, and there was no military order, so they explained a few words to the sentry at the gate, and then said goodbye to me. I stuffed them with two Huang Ya Dan as a reward, and they resigned because they were not strong enough to take it.

If I have the heart to thank them, Wang Jing hopes that I can cultivate two descendants of Jindan for Shunshui Town, and the town's plan is his personal plan. Wang Mang invited me to drink at his house, and his wife made good wine, and the flavor was different from that of the immortals—and besides, he secretly begged me to give it to his son—and he had been married for three years.

I had a psychosis before I was a year old, and then my parents asked the immortal chief from Kunlun Mountain to turn on the aura for me.

This is a matter within the scope of a cultivator's ability.

Impregnate an infertile woman

――I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask a gynecologist.

"Good. When the opportunity comes, I cast a spell. ”

As a pretending cultivator, I comforted him.

This is the promise of the nameless son of the Unknown Island, not the promise of the original Kenkong. Yuan Jiankong has always practiced what he says, but the nameless son is the head and tail of the dragon.

I entered Wang Qinian's Dazhai as if I had entered a no-man's land.

Cultivators, however, are able to move freely in most places.

Barriers, tax cards, borders, spheres of influence...... It is not an obstacle for cultivators.

If it is an ordinary stranger, entering Wang Qinian's Dazhai, you need to unload your weapons, check the origin of the three passes, and search your body by them - now the Huaxia and Baiyun natives are still in a state of war, and there are many spies who do not measure themselves to assassinate the commander.

And I'm a cultivator, so I don't have to be checked, and someone immediately rushed into the account to spread the word.

A mortal's examination may anger the cultivator and be punished by the cultivator, and a cultivator with murderous intent cannot be examined.

It's better to leave it to Wang Qinian, who has the realm of Jindan, to deal with me.

The barracks are loose on the outside and tight on the inside, similar to the organization of our pirates.

The three and two Jianding looked at me from afar and whispered.

Most of them were curious about me, a cultivator who occasionally visited the mortal world.

If it weren't for the passer-by's armor human skin mask, I might have caused a bigger onlooker.

There were also a dozen or so military soldiers in the barracks with their temples bulging high pretending to rub them open inadvertently beside me.

They are all people at the upper level of internal strength, and they are two small levels higher than me, the beginner level of internal strength.

They must have wondered how a child with such a weak qi could be a three-hundred-year-old cultivator.

But they must be hesitating again, and it is also a common low-key behavior for cultivators to suppress the appearance and aura of mortals, and if they make a mistake, it will not cause trouble for the town.

I don't want them to be so anxious and entangled,

In case someone can't hold it back, they really touch my bottom - a whole body armed with internal strength can give me a headache. With three spells, I can only skip the level and defeat two or three upper levels of internal strength. If more than five come up, I'll be screwed.

Using spells is just as costly as using force, and the effect of spells is to kill them by surprise.

I don't want any physical contact between me and them.

I quietly spread my fingers and brewed a thunder spell.

I imagined the shape of a small bead, and the runes of the thunder spell automatically came to mind.

"Fat!"

I lightly created a marble-sized thunder bead from the void, and it swirled around my body.

The power of the thunder bead is not very strong (of course, it does not consume much of my vitality), and it can only penetrate the small palm of a baby. Staining the skin of this group of upper-class people with internal strength can blow up the surface of the meat, and it has no effect on the enemy.

- Well, actually, I'm just trying to scare them.

The thunder bead first circled around my body a few inches away, and the arc around the thunder bead squeaked like a small golden snake wrapped around the bead.

When the sharpest-eyed person exhaled, I zoomed in on its orbit to a three-foot radius - it was the limit of how I could safely control this snap of a finger. My "hair" is similar to swinging a whip to whip a spinning top in the air.

More than a dozen upper-level military athletes retreated one after another, and one of them wanted to be forced to try it, but was severely beaten down by the other two.

My side was immediately emptied.

Voices of admiration and amazement arose in the barracks.

In fact, the rotation speed of the thunder bead is not fast enough. This level of internal strength is good at making the whip method a good hand can achieve a speed three times faster than my spinning thunder bead, and the good hand who can enter the white blade empty-handed can also find that my empty door is very large.

But their minds have been misled by me, so that they can't see the simple truth.

They were probably all thinking about how a person could conjure such a brilliant and dangerous thunder bead out of thin air, maybe this fake child in front of him really had hundreds of years of cultivation.

If any of them take their eyes off the thunder bead a little, they will step into the circle and give me a knife regardless of it, or take this empty thunder bead hard.

- I'll be exposed right away.

But this did not happen, the admiration and surprise of this fake of me spread like a plague in the barracks, and a respectful expression involuntarily appeared on their faces.

The four foundation-building realm generals standing in front of the Chinese military tent were also infected by this collective unconscious plague.

They chanted:

"Little Immortal Chief, please hurry up and receive the supernatural powers! This time our eyes have been opened!"

I could clearly feel the natural breath of the four generals in front of me, which was 100 times more than mine.

If practicing external skills is the beginning of cultivating the truth, then building the foundation realm can be regarded as the real entry.

The bulges on their four temples have disappeared, and they are all rounded inside and out, and the essence is restrained.

The four of them have all the meridians of their bodies, and they can all draw qi into the body, and they can take the pill.

In our pirate gang, anyone of this level can be the leader of my father's team, and there are less than ten of us in my family.

Any one step that can be taken without resistance can be captured without resistance.

It's a pity that the vision of the four people is not as good as theirs, and they have not made any attempt to break through the orbit of my thunder bead.

I smiled smugly like a fox:

"This little fairy does not show his supernatural powers to mortals. It's just that some of you are mortal with the naked eye, judging people by their appearance. I had to do this to save trouble. Next time, remember not to spy on this immortal, otherwise I will not be responsible for the consequences. ”

"Yes. Be. Elder Wang Qinian was waiting for the Immortal Elder inside. Please. Please. ”

My thunder bead disappeared, and I just ran out of energy from the spell I had just released.

Before I could enter the tent, an eight-foot-tall mighty man bowed down and opened the door of the Chinese army's tent and warmly wanted to shake hands with me.

He laughed: "In the year of Xia Wang Qinian, I asked my four generals to stand guard for the immortal chief, and they never meant to offend the immortal chief. ”

I laughed too,

"Immortals don't bother with mortals. ”

My hand subconsciously wanted to clasp his hand.

- Suddenly, I stopped my outstretched hand.

"Why did the elder shake hands with me? When did you Central Plains people change their customs?"

If I had partnered with him, he would have figured out the whole thing.

A lower level of internal strength gave his hand to the Jindan warrior, and every life and death would be disposed of by the Jindan warrior at will!

"Ah, look at my brain. Wang Qinian beat his head with his fist and shook his fist at me.

"This handshake is a custom of the barbarian natives. When they meet strangers, they lay down their weapons and shake each other's hands to show that they are not hostile. My old king has fought with the barbarian natives for decades, and I have unconsciously learned their set of things. Forgiveness of sins and forgiveness of sins. ”

In fact, not only the barbarians but also the pirates sometimes shook hands with strangers. It also has a hidden function, which is to weigh the other person's skill when shaking hands. Just now I almost fell in love with Wang Qinian.

"This Immortal Elder has been in retreat on Immortal Island, and he doesn't know the vicissitudes of the world, so that's the case!

"Where, where. Wang also has a place to borrow immortals. Inside, please! Wang prepared a banquet. ”

I resolutely stepped into the Chinese military tent. The door was closed. There was no one else in the tent, no screen (and naturally no armor soldiers lying in ambush behind the screen).

There are only two cases and two futons.

In addition to wine, Wang Qinian's case also has a volume of "The Art of War of Huangshi" and a volume of "Spring and Autumn Righteousness".

Between our desks, this cold-lit iron spine spear was inserted upside down.

This is a high-quality divine weapon, made of pure gold and the shell of an iron-backed centipede.

I judge empirically.

Wang Qinian's face was reflected on the iron spine, and I couldn't see through his mind from his face.