With a wave of his hand, the thunder spirit pattern disappeared. The pen "Fun" pavilion felt www.biquge.info his state, Bu Yuntian felt unusually good, thought for a moment, and slowly walked out of the attic.

Along the way, countless disciples greeted Bu Yuntian, even if they were disciples who cultivated the same as him, they all said hello to Senior Brother Bu when they met. The disciples of the Qi Cultivation Realm who had been taught by him before also seemed to be completely convinced, and looked at Bu Yuntian no longer hated as much as before, but shouted from the bottom of his heart, Senior Brother Bu.

Bu Yuntian smiled all the way and nodded lightly to every greeting person. Such an attitude was so incomprehensible to some disciples that they remembered that Bu Yuntian was so arrogant at that time. Now that they all see it, such a big colorful auspicious cloud, the other party is definitely the strongest talent in the history of the Holy Heaven Sect, and it stands to reason that they should be even more arrogant. How can you be so approachable, so humble?

"At that time, Senior Brother Bu lacked contribution points. A disciple reminded.

In an instant, all the disciples understood, but they knew even more about Bu Yuntian's power, and there was a trace of admiration in their hearts, and there was a trace of fear.

"Senior Brother Bu, don't have more contact. Some disciples said slowly in their hearts.

Cultivating immortals is also a huge chain of interests, in their opinion, a character like Bu Yuntian, even if he has the strongest spiritual root Dao talent in history, but it is in vain if he has no chance to grow, he has offended many people, and it is even more difficult to walk on the road of cultivating immortals.

If he knew what these people were thinking, Bu Yuntian would definitely show a smile of disdain. Cultivating immortals, what you want is to fight, and the same pursuit is immortality, carefree, and unscrupulous, but there is a premise that there must be a bottom line, if there is no bottom line, then it is a demon.

He cultivates immortals in the clouds, not seeking immortality, but only that no one can control his destiny. As long as the bottom line is still there and the conscience is still there, why is there any fear of offending people! And why is there any fear of this chain of interests! And why not afraid of the rules that have been tacitly accepted for thousands of years! Besides, he also understands the rules and generally abides by them.

The four-story hidden pavilion appeared in front of him, and Bu Yuntian came here to learn some thunder spells. No matter how high the cultivation is, if you don't have the strength, it will be in vain, that is nothing. It's like a person who has a lifetime of brute strength, but is not defeated by a person with little strength but high skills.

A fresh breeze blew in the pavilion, and Bu Yuntian's figure disappeared at the door of the Tibetan Pavilion and appeared on an empty platform. There was one more person in front of him, and Bu Yuntian recognized it as the Elder of the Zang Pavilion, an elder who was very good to him.

"Hello Elder. Bu Yuntian's tone revealed a hint of gratitude.

The Elder of the Tibetan Pavilion looked at Bu Yuntian with a satisfied look in his eyes, and the more he looked at Bu Yuntian now, the more satisfied he felt: "Step boy, you are very good, you really deserve to have the strongest talent in history." The old man already knows your intention today. But the old man doesn't recommend that you learn any spells now. Since you have such a talent, then you should comprehend it and create your own spells. ”

Bu Yuntian was slightly stunned, with a confused look in his eyes, and he didn't understand.

The Elder of the Hidden Pavilion didn't seem to be surprised at all, he had already expected Bu Yuntian's reaction.

"In your eyes, what do you think a spell is?" said the Elder of the Tibetan Pavilion lightly.

Bu Yuntian thought for a while, and the confusion on his face became even thicker. He wanted to say that magic was magic, or what could it be. But he suddenly had the feeling that the answer didn't seem right.

Looking at Bu Yuntian's appearance, the Elder of the Hidden Pavilion nodded slightly. At least Bu Yuntian didn't talk nonsense, but thought about it seriously.

He looked up at the sky, opened his arms, and said in a calm tone: "Spells are different from secret arts, secret techniques can only be learned by meeting certain conditions, and to some extent, they can also be called immortal powers. And spells, as long as there is an aura, can be done. Therefore, there are many kinds of spells, and there are all kinds of strange ones. But because of the degree and power of the aura consumed, it is also divided into many layers. ”

"Here I want to correct a misconception of you. Elder Zang Pavilion looked at Bu Yuntian, his face gradually becoming serious.

"The spirit seed communicates with heaven and earth, and we use it to cast spells. But spells are not spells, but are made up of unseen aura particles. As long as you master the method of sorting this aura, you can create countless new spells. In addition, an in-depth understanding of a certain aura can even exert different powers. ”

"Just like a monk in the Spirit Seed Realm, if he has a deep understanding of the Thunder Falling Technique, it is also possible to send out a Purple Night Heavenly Thunder. Zixiao Heavenly Thunder is equivalent to a blow from the Yuan Infant Realm, two great realms higher than itself. ”

"Step boy, you have such understanding, you are still the Heavenly Thunder Holy Body, and you feel the thunder aura more deeply. You should not be limited by those conformist spells, you should rely on your own comprehension and comprehend your own spells. But it's still up to you. Old man, here's a guide to Thunder Reiki that you can take a look at. Elder Zang Pavilion said in a sincere tone.

He knew that if he wanted to become a true powerhouse, he had to comprehend his own skills. Why does every truly strong person have their own unique spells, no matter how much others learn them, they can't learn them. Because this is what they have spent all their lives, taken seriously in life, and what they have comprehended, and they are still improving. Even if someone learns, it's still far inferior to them, because they're still improving.

The words of the Elder of the Tibetan Pavilion solved Bu Yuntian's confusion, and he was a little strange when he read the book before, why some strong people have their own unique spells, and now he understands. A new door was slowly opening to him, words that had not been recorded in any book. If he wants to be the strongest, he naturally has to learn this.

He smiled softly, his eyes showed great interest, and without the slightest hesitation, he took the book.

The Elder of the Tibetan Pavilion nodded slightly, a look of appreciation in his eyes. This road is risky and difficult, but once there is a breakthrough, it will definitely surpass ordinary people. What's more, he believed in Bu Yuntian's physique and talent. Only by choosing this path can he win a certain ranking in the battle of luck. As for this matter, there is still a period of time, and the Elder of the Tibetan Pavilion is not in a hurry. He thought of another thing, he had to say something to Bu Yuntian.

"Step boy, you have successfully broken through to the Spirit Seed Realm this time, and the range of those colorful auspicious clouds has broken the record in the history of the sect. You have such a talent, and the sect is ready to reward you. ”

As soon as he heard this, Bu Yuntian's face jumped, and his eyes suddenly lit up slightly and looked at the Elder of the Tibetan Pavilion.

The Elder of the Tibetan Pavilion suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he still continued: "But step boy, the old man still refused to you. You don't even want the little girl's things, it seems that you don't want to rely on external forces, which the old man appreciates very much. ”

As he spoke, a look of appreciation appeared in the eyes of the Zang Pavilion Elder.

Bu Yuntian's heart suddenly froze, and there was a trace of astonishment on his face. He doesn't want a gift from his master, he does have this idea, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want the reward that originally belonged to him. But he looked at the Elder of the Tibetan Pavilion, this elder who was kind to him.

Bu Yuntian nodded firmly, showing a feeling of indifference on his face, but he still had some grievances in his heart.

As if seeing what Bu Yuntian was thinking in his heart, the Zangge Elder looked a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "Boy, you better go back and read this book." Old man, I hope you can comprehend and realize your own spells in the future. ”

The elder waved his sleeves, and Bu Yuntian returned to the place where he lived.