Xin Lan watched Shangguan Xiu leave, his eyes were cold, but he was helpless, after all, his cultivation was not as good as Shangguan Xiu, even if Shangguan Xiu was unable to exert his strength, he still didn't dare to make a move easily.

When he saw He Xiaotian's complexion, his whole person was shaking, obviously because of the battle with Shangguan Xiu just now, which consumed a lot of energy, which made He Xiaotian a little tired at this moment.

Therefore, it is clear that even if He Xiaotian makes another move, he may be able to leave Shangguan Xiu, but He Xiaotian will also be seriously injured by this, and even if he is not careful, he will be damaged here.

"Master, Shangguan Xiu has left, and the disciple will help you go to bed to rest and rest. ”

Xin Lan looked at the tired He Xiaotian, his face was worried, he looked out cautiously, and then helped He Xiaotian, regardless of what he wanted to say, and helped him to the bed.

He Xiaotian, who was lying on the bed, showed bitterness, he glanced at Xin Lan, with some praise in his eyes, he didn't say much, just closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

As for Xin Lan's character, he, as a master, is very relieved.

Seeing He Xiaotian gradually fall asleep, he sat aside to accompany him, but after some time, he felt a little bored, so he took out the exercises He Xiaotian gave him, to be precise, it was not an exercise, but a big scripture.

Most of the contents of the records are about medical practitioners, and all kinds of strange treatment methods, among which the degree of complexity has been dazzling, and the most surprising thing is that it also contains mysterious points.

Xin Lan's gaze, staring at the method of dotting holes above, revealed a strong light.

Point points are a profound secret art, which can make monks standing at a certain distance unable to move, or even lose their cultivation for a short period of time, or even affect their bloodline.

If you use a point in battle, it is simply against the sky, and a wave of your hand can make the opponent unable to move.

As soon as Xin Lan thought of this, his heart was hot, but under his observation, he gradually discovered that the art of acupoints requires a very deep spirit, and the person who performs it must have a strong divine sense, if the other party's divine sense is stronger than his own, it will be useless.

This is a very profound spell, but when it is cast, it needs to have a very strong divine sense, so take Xin Lan as an example, if Shangguan Xiu has not left, when he is practicing, he casts the technique of acupoints, and the probability of success is very small.

It's just that when Shangguan Xiu resumes his cultivation, he concentrates his attention and is cautious about the outside world, so even if He Xiaotian goes to exert it, he can't completely stop it, even if he controls Shangguan Xiu, with Xin Lan and He Xiaotian's weak cultivation, I'm afraid it will be powerless.

However, if it is in the case of Shangguan cultivation's divine consciousness being scattered, then the probability of success is much greater, almost 100% successful, naturally, this is in the case of having a similar cultivation.

If the gap in cultivation is too big, you have to find the best time, otherwise you will fall short, and you will even be counterattacked by the other party.

"The technique of acupoints is a technique against the sky, if you don't go to those requirements, it will be a real spell against the sky, with my current divine sense, it will not be very effective!"

Xin Lan looked at the acupoint technique for a long time, and couldn't help but shake his head, compared to his situation, this acupoint technique is a bit impractical, after all, the acupoint requires a strong power of divine consciousness, if you say He Xiaotian's cultivation, it is normal.

Time passed unconsciously, Xin Lan sat on the chair, concentrating on the books in her hand, the heat in her eyes did not decrease in the slightest, and the more she looked, the more excited she became.

"Lan'er, a combination of work and rest, although my generation of monks do not need to rest from time to time, but you have experienced great events, those tired, and now you are reading ancient scrolls, it is better to go and rest for a while, practice against the current, one more day is practice, and one less day is also practice. ”

He Xiaotian's voice sounded in Xin Lan's ears, which made Xin Lan, whose eyes were hot, come back to his senses, but his face was full of exhaustion, but the interest in his eyes was full of light, as if he wanted to see it a few more times.

I have to say that on the ancient scroll He Xiaotian gave him, the things recorded can be described as strange, even strange, and anything that makes people feel strange has a careful distance on it.

Therefore, as soon as he came, there was a feeling in his heart that he didn't want to stop, that is, after watching these times, he had already learned a lot of things, especially some herbs, and he knew more carefully in his heart.

When Xin Lan raised her head, the sun had risen on the horizon, but the grassland outside had disappeared cleanly overnight, and what changed was the 10,000-year-old snow that made people's hearts cold.

Today, it has become an iceberg.

"Could this be the formation made by the master at that time, this formation can change the four seasons? Why is it like a grassland in spring, the sun is shining, but in front of you, there is a world of ice and snow. ”

Xin Lan looked at the ice and snow in front of her, and there were some changes in her eyes.

But when he continued to look, he found that his eyes sank a little, and then the whole person fainted, and He Xiaotian, who was standing beside him, grabbed him and walked to the house.

"This is not a change in formation, but your heart, the most real picture of you you seen in your heart, the strong interest in your eyes, but in your heart, it is like the ice of eternity, with an ice that people can't unravel. ”

I only heard He Xiaotian's refreshing voice, which spread in this ice and snow world, but in He Xiaotian's eyes, it was still the original appearance in front of him, it was a grassland, but under some changes, the current ice field was formed.

The cold ice falling on the grass and trees has made the world that was originally a grassland form today's glacier, and there are some demon beasts roaring on it, and the voice is low, all of which seems to be so peaceful and natural.

However, just a few hundred feet away from the ice field, one is from the forest.

"He Xiaotian, you actually made this seat lose face, you will not be better off getting there, or it won't be long before the senior brother of this seat will come, and when the time comes, you will definitely die!"

The person who spoke was none other than the departed Big-Eared Monk Shangguan Xiu, and at this moment his body had returned to normal, but it also cost a lot of money to get so, and now when he thought of such a thing, he couldn't help but be angry in his heart.

Shangguan Xiu's current cultivation has also been lowered, even if it takes some time to recover, I am afraid it will be difficult to break the formation again, and now the opportunity is only to wait for his senior brother to come, and when the time comes, with his senior brother's cultivation in the middle of the Jindan realm.

Xin Lan and He Xiaotian are almost, they will definitely die!

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud...