"Don't be restrained, sit down!" Zhong Wanhong was not annoyed by Yan Wushuang's disobedience, but was more amiable.

"Yes, that disciple is rude!" With apprehension, Yan Wushuang walked stiffly and slowly to the stone chair and sat opposite Zhong Wanhong!

"Have you ever thought about building a foundation?"

Zhong Wanhong stared at Yan Wushuang and said very plainly.

"Yes!"

Yan Wushuang was also dry, although he didn't know what medicine Zhong Wanhong sold in the gourd.

"If you want to build a foundation, give up the sect competition, can you do it?" Zhong Wanhong said solemnly.

Yan Wushuang was puzzled, if he gave up the sect competition, he would not be able to build the foundation, so he would still have a chance to build the foundation?

"Are you thinking about Zhuji Dan? What do you see what this thing is?" Zhong Wanhong seemed to see through Yan Wushuang's little Jiujiu, so he took out a small jade bottle from the storage bag and put it in front of Yan Wushuang.

"Tsukidan!"

Yan Wushuang opened the jade bottle suspiciously, he didn't think that Zhong Wanhong would poison himself. A monk in the Dan period can ask for his own life with a raise of his hand, so why bother so much. But the moment Yan Wushuang opened the jade bottle, he was so frightened that he almost jumped up from the stone chair!

"Master, what does this mean?"

No one can figure it out, obviously said that they could only get the Tsukidan by participating in the sect competition, but afterwards they let themselves give up participating, and instead gave themselves a Tsukidan!

"Let you give up the sect Dabi, as long as you give up, this Tsukidan will be rewarded to you!"

You don't have to take any more risks, you can still get a Tsukidan. If anyone doesn't do this kind of thing, it will be a turtle bastard.

"Master, the disciple is willing to give up!" Yan Wushuang's heart blossomed, but there was no trace on the surface.

Although happiness comes too suddenly, it is better than being unlucky to come home!

Zhong Wanhong had already expected this result, but Yan Wushuang's calmness and neither humility nor arrogance made him more convinced of his judgment.

Ordinary Qi refining period cultivators, if they are summoned by the master, they will definitely be in a mess, and if they are rewarded with a Zhuji Dan, without asking for any reason, they will be ecstatic to put it in their storage bag, so happy that they will almost forget what their last name is.

"What is Fan Jian's holiday with you?" After a while, Zhong Wanhong spoke lightly.

Coming, first Zhuji Dan, and then Fan Jian, does the head of the sect want to avenge Fan Jian? Yan Wushuang put down the jade bottle in his hand, and thousands of thoughts came to his mind, but he quickly vetoed his previous judgment one by one.

If Zhong Wanhong protects Fan Jian, he can find a reason to oust himself from the stage at the time of the competition, or find a corner to let him go back to his hometown!

So what is the reason?

Yan Wushuang pondered for a long time, and gradually came to an answer: it must be that there was a disagreement between the high-level leaders of Taixumen, and they were looking for each other's handles. This kind of thing, when Yan Wushuang was on the earth, it was not uncommon.

Now that he has found the entry point, Yan Wushuang has no choice but to bet on the big and buy big according to the bet!

"Back to the master, Fan Jian used to rob my disciples, robbed me of a lot of pills and spirit stones, and often found trouble with my disciples, so I ......"

"Hmph! This Fan Jian relied on himself to be a member of the Fan family, and acted recklessly, but you learned the right lesson! This time you took the initiative to give up the qualification of the sect competition, and it was also because of this Fan Jian. For some reason, Elder Taishang suddenly sent a message to me three days ago, asking me to select Fan Jian to participate in the sect competition, and asked to replace you!" Zhong Wanhong said with a blank face.

Yan Wushuang breathed a long sigh of relief, and secretly shouted that he was lucky to bet on the right treasure!

"As the head of the Taixu Sect, I naturally can't be untrustworthy, but I can't object to the decision of the Supreme Elder, so I can only grieve you. But I guess such an outcome seems better for you. Although the sect Dabi can be experienced, there are also a few dangers in it, not to mention that the leader of the Dabi this time was temporarily replaced by Fan Yunhai!"

After saying that, Zhong Wanhong looked at Yan Wushuang meaningfully. Fools can understand these words that Fan Yunhai wants to be unfavorable to Yan Wushuang.

It's just that Yan Wushuang is also confused, it seems that Zhong Wanhong wants to protect himself. But I am not related to him, why should I take care of him in every way?

"You don't need to think about it, as long as you concentrate on cultivation, I will protect you! But you have to promise me one thing, if you have strength in the future, you must hand over the Taixu Gate to the hands of people who are destined!"

Well?

The more Yan Wushuang listened, the more confused he became, and in Zhong Wanhong's words, it seemed that he wanted to try his best to defend himself and help himself. It's just that he doesn't understand, why does Zhong Wanhong mention things in the future?

"Yes, the disciple must keep in mind!" No matter what the hell is, no one can say what will happen in the future anyway, if you don't agree now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to pass!

Zhong Wanhong nodded, obviously very satisfied!

Then Zhong Wanhong chatted with Yan Wushuang about cultivation for a while, just a few words lightly, so that Yan Wushuang, who was in a bottleneck, suddenly opened! Not long after, Zhong Wanhong frightened the eviction order and let Yan Wushuang leave.

"Senior brother, why did you give this son a foundation pill? Even if you can't participate in the sect competition, you don't need to be so comforted, right? What's more, this son's qualifications are extremely poor, and he is only a tenth layer of qi refining, and a foundation building pill will not help!" Seeing Yan Wushuang disappear into the cave, Qi Feng hurriedly floated out of the shadows.

"Senior brother, do you know what I did before I stepped into the Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

Qi Feng smiled, raised his voice and said, "Then there is still something to say, when the senior brother was in the world, he was a fortune teller who cheated on food and drink!"

"Yes, although I, Zhong Wanhong, accidentally stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, but I have never given up my cultivation of fortune-telling skills! Some time ago, I calculated a hexagram, and within three years of Taixumen, there will be a catastrophe!" Zhong Wanhong said without sorrow or joy.

"Senior brother, is this true?" Qi Feng couldn't help but be suspicious.

"No lie!"

"What's the solution?"

Zhong Wanhong's eyes were empty, and he looked at the outside of the cave mansion and said with deep meaning: "We all have calamities, and the person who resolves it should be the one who can break the law!"

Qi Feng knew that Zhong Wanhong never lied, Zhong Wanhong said that there was a catastrophe, and there would definitely be a catastrophe. It's just that he still has a trace of doubt, what kind of catastrophe will make the senior brother in charge have no belief in resistance, and even pin his hope on a little monk of the Five Spirit Roots who may not even build the foundation!

Although Yan Wushuang is a little different, in the final analysis, his strength is still too weak. It is very likely that before he dies, he will still be worried about not being able to build a foundation!

"Senior brother, do you dare to swear by entrusting you with one thing for your brother?" Zhong Wanhong didn't care what Qi Feng thought in his heart, and said rashly.

Qi Feng's brows furrowed, but he soon became firm again: "Senior brother, please speak, if Qi Feng can't do what Senior Brother explains, he won't be able to cultivate an inch in this life, and he will die without a place to be buried!"

"Okay! promise to be a brother, if something happens to me in the future, I will definitely protect Yan Wushuang and take him away from Huoyun Kingdom!" Zhong Wanhong said loudly, looking at Qi Feng with anticipation.

"Qi Feng must do it!"

Although Zhong Wanhong's words made Qi Feng disagree very much, but since he was a child, his senior brother has never missed it, and he treats him like a younger brother, no matter what it is, Qi Feng will not hesitate to agree to Zhong Wanhong.

Zhong Wanhong seemed to drop the big stone in his heart, and then he closed his eyes and recuperated, and he didn't know what he was thinking!

Stone House.

"Whew! I'm scared to death, but it's not a disaster!"

Yan Wu held the jade bottle in both hands and kept kissing it. He never expected that he didn't have to go to the sect to compete hard, and he also obtained a Tsukidan for no reason. I'm afraid that few people can encounter such a good thing.

After taking out the cornucopia, Yan Wushuang threw it in without hesitation, and then fell asleep on the bed.

After refining the weapon day and night for half a month, coupled with the fact that he was frightened a lot, Yan Wushuang felt very tired.

After waking up, Yan Wushuang saw that Tsukidan had become the best Tsukidan, so he changed the color of the cornucopia and began to copy the best Tsukidan. After doing all this, Yan Wushuang was ready to continue cultivating.

Since he doesn't have to participate in the sect competition anymore, and the Zhuji Dan is also in hand, he can concentrate on cultivation. The conversation with Zhong Wanhong gave Yan Wushuang a deeper understanding of cultivation.

In the past, Yan Wushuang took one pill at a time, but after a long time, the effect was minimal. And from Zhong Wanhong's experience, he learned that from the tenth layer of Qi refining to the peak of the thirteenth layer of Qi refining, the only pill to improve cultivation was the Heavenly Spirit Pill.

Yan Wushuang's qualifications are poor, and each top-grade Heavenly Spirit Pill can absorb very little medicinal power. Since one doesn't work, then two, and if it doesn't, then eight and ten. In short, there is no problem that the pill is useless for the monks in the Qi cultivation period.

Because there are only two kinds of pills to improve cultivation during the Qi cultivation period, the Gathering Spirit Pill and the Heavenly Spirit Pill; unlike the monks above the foundation building period, there are as many as several kinds of pills to improve the early stage of foundation building, but their effects and values are different.

After swallowing ten top-grade Heavenly Spirit Pills in one go, Yan Wushuang began to meditate and cultivate for a long time.

This cultivation is more than half a year, during which Qi Feng comes to the stone house every three or five times. I found that Yan Wushuang had been closed all the time, just a strong cultivation. Qi Feng also dared to admire, a monk in the Qi cultivation period could be so diligent, maybe he could really become a great talent in the future.

Spiritual roots and aptitude are important, but talent and diligence are also important. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many monks with excellent qualifications have not even formed a golden pill in the end, and they have become a handful of loess.

After resting for a while, Yan Wushuang didn't stop, and directly grabbed a large handful of the best Heavenly Spirit Pill, put it in his mouth, and continued to cultivate. By now he had practiced, Yan Wushuang had grown from one pill at the beginning to dozens of pills needed for one meditation.

But compared to the slow-growing cultivation, these consumed pills were worth it. Anyway, the cornucopia is in hand, as much as you want!

Although the growth of cultivation was like a snail crawling, Yan Wushuang was also extremely happy. With every trace of cultivation, Yan Wushuang felt that his spiritual power had grown terrifyingly, and his mana became more and more pure and vigorous.

In this way, Yan Wushuang meditated and cultivated day and night, without stopping at all!

Two years have passed, and on this day, Yan Wushuang opened his eyes excitedly, and stopped pinching the trick in his hand!

Eleventh layer of Qi refining!

"Finally promoted to the eleventh layer of Qi refining!" Yan Wushuang jumped upside down in the stone house, celebrating his cultivation improvement!

After tidying up, Yan Wushuang decided to go to Liuyunfang.