The violent aura frantically wandered in the blood veins of the whole body, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled and dripped from his forehead, the pale Su Fu gritted his teeth, and when the aura swam, the meridians in various parts of the body changed inexplicably, a pillar of incense slowly passed away, Su Fuyu redoubled his care to refine the thick aura, and finally, the aura condensed into a ball the size of a baby's fist, staying in the dantian and turning slightly.

Su flickered and opened his eyes with difficulty, opened his mouth and exhaled a mouthful of exhaust gas, and at this time a trace of joy welled up in his heart. Just as soon as Su Yu was excited, there was a loud "bang", and Wu Qiantu, who had a gloomy face, kicked open the door and shouted loudly: "Waste, break through." Su Yu nodded in surprise and said weakly, "The disciple has just entered the early stage of the Qi Condensation Period. ”

Wu Qiantu suppressed his excitement, and said with a gloomy face: "Among the newly recruited disciples of the Lingshan Sect, you have made the slowest progress, but fortunately, you have finally broken through, and you have not embarrassed your teacher, and even if you have reached the cultivation of the early stage of the Qi Condensation Period, you must cultivate hard, strive to fly into the immortal world as soon as possible, and give you a gift for the teacher according to the rules of the Lingshan Sect." As he spoke, Wu Qiantu raised his right hand and threw half of his swarthy and shiny sleeve.

Su said unhurriedly: "Master, you are too stingy, what's the use of half a broken sleeve." ”

"Waste, you can't use the divine thoughts you just cultivated to investigate. "Wu Qiantu has always loved face, and he is most taboo to be called stingy by others, and he regards himself as generous and generous. At this moment, he stared at a pair of fish eyes, threw a cyan token, and said coldly again: "With this token, quickly go to the Tibetan Immortal Pavilion to receive a cultivation spell." After speaking, he turned around and strode away, no longer looking at Su Fu.

Wu Qianqian, who was walking, said angrily in his heart: "Waste, wasting so much aura potion from the old man, and now he has only stepped into the cultivation realm, little monk." The old man expects that the waste will reach the middle stage of condensation as soon as possible, and the time will ...... Thinking of this, Wu Qiantu swallowed greedily.

Su Fuyou looked at Wu Qianqian's gloomy back with a solemn face, the excitement of entering the condensation period disappeared at this moment, as soon as he broke through, Wu Qianqian's hind feet came, and he looked vaguely more excited than himself. Wu Qiantu must be watching himself in the dark, and thinking of this, an ominous premonition shrouded Su Fu's mind.

Su Fuyou stared at the half-cut black sleeve, his heart moved, and an indescribable divine thought immediately drilled out of the center of his eyebrows, staying in front of him, Su Fuyou carefully investigated, and said in his heart: "The fundamental difference between mortals and monks is probably this mysterious divine thought, if the flesh and blood of mortals are injured, they will die immediately." The monk can use his mind to take away the body of another person and regain his life. Su Flicker instructed Shen Nian to burrow into the black sleeve, and as soon as Shen Nian poked in, Su Fowl screamed in surprise.

The sleeve looks inconspicuous on the outside, but it is very much on the inside, and there is a space the size of several rooms in the small sleeve, and when the mind tries to reach its edge, through the dark space, the edge seems to be hard, and it is extremely soft to the touch. Countless black threads are densely fused together to form an incomparably firm sleeve shape.

"It's ...... Storage sleeves. Su suddenly realized. As early as the assessment, Su Fuyu had seen Yindaozi use it many times. I've always been curious, but today I finally understood that this is the storage sleeve used to store things. Thinking about it, Wu Qianqian's alchemy requires a large amount of spiritual herbs, medicinal materials, etc. If you carry it on your shoulders, you won't grin at your tired teeth.

Su Fuyou gently grabbed the storage sleeve and put it on his arm, and the black storage sleeve immediately turned into a little black man, and disappeared into Su Fuyou's long sleeves of white clothes. Su Fuyou looked at the sleeve carefully again, and guessed in his heart: "If there is enough aura in the storage sleeve, the two saints can also be included in it." ”

Su Yuyou finished checking the storage sleeves, stretched out his left and right hands to pick up the cyan token, walked out of the Spirit Grass Garden, and walked quickly towards the Hidden Immortal Pavilion of the Lingshan Sect. Along the way, Su Fuyou had a feeling of being reborn, and his fluttering demeanor was full of Su Fuyou's heart, and he couldn't care about enjoying the beautiful scenery around him. Su flickered and went straight to the Tibetan Immortal Pavilion.

After half a pillar of incense, a pitch-black tower suddenly appeared in front of Su Yuyou's eyes, and the mighty black gate was engraved with three gilded characters in the middle, "Tibetan Immortal Pavilion." "At the door sat an old man in black with a withered face. Su Yu quietly used his divine thoughts to probe, and secretly smacked his tongue: "The strong people in the late stage of the sturdy period are used to guard the gate, and the Lingshan Sect is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." At the moment when Su's mind came out, the old man in black's tightly closed eyes shrank imperceptibly. Subsequently, it returned to normal.

Su Yu clenched his fists and said respectfully, "The disciple of Elder Wu of the Dan Pharmacy has come to receive the spell. As he spoke, he handed out the cyan token with both hands. The old man in black didn't raise his eyelids, slowly raised his right hand like a chicken claw, grabbed it in the air, and the token "swished" in the old man's hand, and the old man in black said in a sloppy voice: "The spells on the first floor can be selected, and you can't trespass above the second floor, and you must exit the Tibetan Immortal Pavilion within a pillar of incense, do you understand?"

Su flickered back, "Disciple understands. Raising his left foot, he stepped into the Tibetan Immortal Pavilion. The area on the first floor is quite large, and the dense black shelves are filled with a large number of cyan lockets, and the boxes emit strange bursts of blue light, and Su Fu's mind is dizzy. After a moment, Su flickered back to his senses and carefully examined the various spells on the shelf.

"This is the Suction Spell. Zhang Yihu's cultivation spell, Su Yu looked at it, and said in his heart: "Although this technique is powerful, it is a pity that it is not suitable for me." Su Fufu looked at several bookshelves back and forth, but he couldn't be satisfied, seeing that half a pillar of incense had passed, Su Fuyu also saw a few favorite spells, but when he thought of Wu Qian's strange behavior, these spells were difficult to paint Su Fufu's too much help, suddenly, Su Fuyou's footsteps were slammed, and his eyes were staring at a cyan box.

"This is "Fairy Power Finger". Su Fuyou almost died in this technique, the power of this technique, Su Fuyou has a deep understanding, Zhang Yihu secretly eyeing himself, this person has been cultivating for several years, and now he is afraid that his cultivation is stronger. Cultivating this technique is no match for him. Su flickered and reluctantly left "Fairy Power Finger". Search carefully again.

While walking, his right foot suddenly stepped on a raised object, and when he looked down, a dilapidated cyan locket fell to the ground for an unknown number of years, stained with a lot of dust, and the blue light on the box was also a thin layer, which could not provide any protection. Su Fuyou bent down and stretched out his hand to pick it up, and there were four small characters engraved on the box, "Pseudo-Earth Escape Technique".

Su Fuyou lowered his head and thought about it, his eyes suddenly burst into bursts of fine light, on spells, he couldn't fight Zhang Yihu, and on cultivation, he couldn't compare to Wu Qianqian. Can't I escape, learn the art of earth escape, hide underground, and go anywhere? Just pick it. Su made up his mind, hugged the tattered cyan locket, turned around and walked out of the Tibetan Immortal Pavilion.

"What kind of spell to pick. The old man in black said lightly.

Su flickered his fists and said loudly: "The disciple chose the "Pseudo-Earth Escape Technique". ”

"Pseudo-Earth Escape Technique," the black-clothed old man muttered. Then he waved his hand, and the consciousness Su flickered away. Su flickered no longer to answer, bent over, and left quickly.

Seeing Su Fuyu gradually walking away, the old face of the old man in black, who had not smiled for decades, bloomed like flowers in spring, "Wu Qiantu really lives up to his reputation, and the disciples he taught have no future at all, pseudo-indigenous retreat, since the old man guarded the Tibetan Immortal Pavilion, among the many disciples who have come in and out, no one has picked up, and they are discarded like garbage. This kid gave the old man a surprise today, boy in white, look at how you explain to Wu Qianqian. ”

Su Fuyou rushed all the way to the Spirit Grass Garden, who knew that as soon as he stepped into the gate of the Spirit Grass Garden, Wu Qiantu, who had a gloomy face, had been waiting for a long time, and saw the white-clothed figure from a distance, Wu Qiantu said impatiently: "What kind of spell to choose, let the teacher see." Wu Qianqian said in his heart: "This son is good at fooling, maybe by chance, he has selected a powerful offensive spell, and it is good to take the opportunity to take a look at it as a teacher, and when the time comes, maybe it can come in handy." ”

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, Su Yuyou had to show a sincere appearance, and reached out to hand over the cyan locket.