Mo Huai, who took a light breath, began to teach Xia Lan's Xuanqi Magic Technique.

This skill is the ancient magic skill that the Qingfeng Immortal inadvertently obtained, and when cultivated to the extreme, he can reach the fifth realm of the immortal realm and achieve the Yuqing Heavenly God.

However, if you want to cultivate this supreme demonic skill, you must be a one-in-a-million Xuan body.

Xia Lan is the body of Xuanqi, and he has an excellent talent for cultivating immortals that can be called against the sky. After his cultivation of the Xuanqi Demon has been successful and the Xuanqi Yuan Shen has been achieved, with the help of its true yin and water, the true yang in the dantian is separated from the fire, and at that time, the yin and yang are combined, the water and fire are communicative, and the situation is separated, Mo Huai will be able to have a great confidence in the middle dantian to form the Nine Xuanxuan Dan in one fell swoop.

Xia Lan was in contact with this magical cultivation technique for the first time, so naturally she couldn't comprehend it immediately. After Mo Huai roughly explained to her, he used his own true yuan to help her open up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra and guide her to cultivate her luck.

With Mo Huai's help, Xia Lan soon felt that the aura of heaven and earth was inhaled into her body, and a trace of wonderful air flowed in her body, making her feel as cool and comfortable as drinking sour plum soup in June.

In just one hour, when Xia Lan finished her cultivation and opened her eyes, she found that her vision had become clearer, her ears had become much sharper, and she felt that her whole person was full of vitality, and she seemed to have returned to her youthful age.

Xia Lan's heart was full of joy and excitement, thinking that the Immortal Family Exercises were really powerful, and in just such a short period of time, she felt very different.

"In the future, every day, I will practice according to the exercises I just passed on to you," Mo Huai indifferently commanded.

Looking up at Xia Lan, who was nodding happily at Mo Huai, she didn't know that Mo Huai had quietly placed a ban on her in the process of teaching the exercises just now, in case she would have any thoughts that she shouldn't have when she cultivated to a high level in the future.

"Okay, cultivate well, I'll come to you if there's something. Remember, my name is Yu Ziqing," Mo Huai finished speaking, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Seeing Mo Huai's elusive methods, Xia Lan couldn't help but clench her hands with brilliance, and she looked forward to the future even more in her heart.

Time passed quietly, and September passed in a blink of an eye, ushering in the seven-day National Day holiday.

Mo Huai also took the opportunity to go back to Yu Ziqing's home, secretly helped his family solve some troubles, cleared Yu Ziqing's family's memories of Yu Ziqing, and then quietly left.

Guizhou, a world enclosed in heavy mountains, where the sky is sunny for three days, the land is flat for three miles, there are endless mountains everywhere, and there are primeval forests that are inaccessible everywhere.

In the dense forest, Mo Huai, dressed in black casual clothes, was like a fantasy, and the surging soul power was spreading, searching for some rare medicinal materials.

Mo Huai wanted to try the immortal family's alchemy method, but there was no rare elixir available for alchemy, so he came to the reckless Miaoling Mountain Range for seven hundred miles to look for it.

After staying in the mountains for three days, some other rare medicinal materials such as Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng have been harvested a lot of Mohuai, but only a few real elixirs have been obtained.

On this day, in the deep mountains, on the crevice of the cliff rock next to a waterfall, Mo Huai saw a plant with a whole body that was blue and shaped like a small pine, and there were nine small green fruits hanging on it, and the small fruits reflected a clear green light in the sun, like emeralds, which was very attractive.

Nine days of green fruit, this is a real elixir, it has the effect of activating the meridians, cutting hair and washing the marrow, which is very rare.

Just when Mo Huai flew to the cliff and picked nine Nine Heavens Green Fruits, three young people flew out of the mountains and forests, two men and one woman, all of them were handsome men and beautiful women, but there was a sense of arrogance between their eyebrows, as if there was nothing in the world worthy of their more looks.

Looking at Mo Huai, who was picking nine heavenly green fruits on the rock wall, the three people who looked at each other couldn't help but hook up a contemptuous smile on the corner of their mouths, and each took out a dagger as thin as a cicada's wings and flickering cold light, and three cold lights shot towards Mo Huai with a flick of his hand.

Mo Huai, who didn't even look at it, put the picked Nine Heavens Biguo into the jade box and put it away, and waved his hand casually, and the three daggers were already reflected back faster, and the three sounds of 'sneer' sounded almost at the same time, and the two men and one woman were all frightened and widened their eyes, and there was still unwillingness in their eyes, but they were all shot by the dagger in the center of their eyebrows, and they fell to the ground weakly.

Although the three of them all have cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, they can barely be regarded as cultivators, which are not comparable to ordinary martial artists, but compared with Mo Huai, the gap is too big.

The figure came to the three corpses in a flash, and after a search, Mo Huai, who had gained a little, looked at the mountains and forests in the distance with a slight sneer at the corners of his mouth, and flew away directly.

Not long after Mo Huai left, three more people came from the mountains and forests, also two men and one woman, and when they saw the three corpses on the ground, they couldn't help but look ugly.

Soon the sun set on the West Mountain, the sky was full of stars, and on a huge stone in the secluded mountain forest, Mo Huai sat cross-legged, and a terrible suction erupted at the center of his eyebrows, causing the water and wood aura in the forest to converge, forming a dense fog around Mo Huai.

Although most of the aura absorbed by the Mud Pill Palace was absorbed by the liquid true element energy beads in the world of the Mud Pill Palace, which were already the size of pigeon eggs, there were still a lot of limbs scattered into Mo Huai, and they entered the lower dantian along the meridians, and were absorbed by Mo Huai's martial arts golden pill.

However, as more and more energy poured into the Martial Dao Jin Dan, the Jin Dan's aura became more and more restrained, like a black hole.

In the early morning, the crisp and gentle cries of the birds woke Mo Huai up from his cultivation, and Mo Huai, who slowly opened his eyes with a light breath, couldn't help but murmur to himself a little helplessly: "It's really not easy to transform the Martial Dao Golden Pill into a Nine-Turn Golden Pill." The refining of the golden pill, I don't know how much spiritual energy it will consume, do you really want to force me to hunt down other cultivators and plunder their golden pill primordial infants to cultivate?"

After wandering around the mountains again, in the evening, Mo Huai was ready to leave here and began to look for his way back.

The glow of the setting sun casts a thin veil on the mountains, and Mo Huai, who stands on the top of the mountain, can see at a glance the terraced fields from the bottom of the opposite mountain to the top of the mountain, as if the ladder leading up to the sky step by step.

Wisps of cooking smoke curled up, like a fairy mist to reflect the ladder of heaven looming, like a dream.

It turned out to be a quiet valley surrounded by four mountain peaks below. A small river flowed down from the peak where Mo Huai stood, like a flowing jade belt, winding through the middle of the valley and flowing into a distant place.

By the river and at the foot of the mountain, stilted buildings rise from the ground, glowing with ancient light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"It should be here," Mo Huai, who was muttering to himself with a flickering gaze, flashed directly towards the bottom of the mountain and flew away, along a small mountain road, and soon came to the valley.

After entering the valley, Mo Huai clearly felt a burst of cold and fierce aura, as well as the faint sound of fighting coming from the center of the cottage.

Mo Huai, who swept past the stilted buildings like a ghost, approached the center of the cottage in a blink of an eye, and saw three young people standing on the open ground in front of a compound, which were the two men and one woman who appeared after Mo Huai killed someone and left in the mountains and forests yesterday.

Among the three, a young man with a hooked nose and a cold face held a copper bell, shaking it from time to time.