Jinhua Mountain Pavilion.

Ning Bowu was violent, like a tiger, and his two big hands opened and closed, like a grinding plate, towards the sloppy old Taoist priest.

The big hand fanned the whirring wind, and the sharp strength had the power to open the mountain and split the rocks.

Ning Wuji's injury seemed to arouse Ning Bowu's ferocious aura, and the harmony and excitement when he used to do it disappeared together, his eyes were glowing with a faint red light, and his body was filled with a fierce murderous aura.

At this time, on Ning Bowu's body, if a cultivator looked at it, he would definitely be able to see a thin layer of golden light, which was a rare golden light of pure yang true qi to protect the body, and it had the power of being invincible to all evils.

"Ha Lu Ha, good, good, good, such talent, rare in the world. ”

In the face of Ning Bowu's unrivaled offensive, the sloppy old Taoist priest's eyes shone brightly, Ha Luha smiled, stepped with his left foot outward, and his body was facing forward, like a wild bull running angrily, and the two dry hands like chicken claws pointed at Ning Bowu's chest at an incredible angle, and then changed his hand into a palm, and slapped eighteen palms in a row.

"Hoo ......"

The old Taoist priest retreated, twisted his neck, let out a long breath, looked at Ning Bowu, who was fixed there as if he had been immobilized, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Good seedlings, rare good seedlings. ”

"Little brother, is he your eldest brother, how about letting him cultivate with me, the innate pure yang body, the essence is not leaked, and if you train well, it will not be difficult to become an immortal in a hundred years." ”

The old Taoist priest appeared ghostly on the edge of the railing, talking to Ning Wuji, but his eyes were staring at Ning Bowu, as if he had found a rare treasure, and his mouth was amazed, and he almost drooled.

The full middle-aged uncle's obscene expression made Ning Wujian feel a chill, in this scene, if Ning Bowu is replaced by a fairy beauty, it is better to say, obscenity is obscene, the true nature of a man.

Ke Ning Bowu is a nine-foot man, wide and wide, as strong as a tiger, being stared at by an old Taoist priest like this, even Chen Qinglong is goosebumps, and secretly said Could it be that this old Taoist priest is as good as Longyang?

Fortunately, Ning Bowu was born stupid, and now he seems to be fixed again, unable to move, otherwise, he would have to step on the obscene face of the old Taoist priest with a big foot.

"Hmm, if you don't speak, just when you agree, you keep this elixir, it's enough for you to cultivate to the realm of refining qi, people, the old Taoist priest takes it away, and he will be a good apprentice of my non-Qiu Zi in the future." ”

The old Taoist squinted, very much like a gangster who was preparing to rob the sex, Ning Wuqian was depressed in his heart, just now the old Taoist priest's elbow blow, after reaching the abdomen, a true qi imprisoned his whole body, and now he can't even speak, how to answer the old Taoist's words?

What is a dumb person eating coptis, there is bitterness and can't be said? Ning Wuqian is now!

Unable to move, he could only watch as the old Taoist rogue carried Ning Bowu, who was more than two hundred pounds tall at nine feet, like a wind under his feet, and jumped out of the distance with a smoke, running faster than a rabbit, as if he had done something bad, and hurried away.

Chen Qinglong is not as good as Ning Wuji, he doesn't even have the courage to chase, the old Taoist priest is too strong, so strong that he can't afford to resist at all.

However, the old Taoist priest should have no ill will towards Ning Bowu, and accept Ning Bowu as an apprentice, is this the fairy fate?

Chen Qinglong and Ning Wuqian stared at each other with wide eyes, such a fairy fate is really wonderful! This is a collection of apprentices, it is simply a robbery, it is not wealth that is robbed, it is not sex, in broad daylight, a lewd old Taoist priest robbed a burly man!

Thinking of the old Taoist's squinting gaze, Chen Qinglong suddenly felt a little more sympathetic to Ning Bowu's experience, fortunately, the old Taoist took a fancy to Ning Bowu instead of himself.

Ning Wuqian wanted to cry without tears, what he was crying about was not that Ning Bowu was taken away, the old Taoist priest accepted Ning Bowu as an apprentice, it was better than following his half-baked demon cultivator, this is a good thing, when he first met Yan Chixia, he had the intention of letting Ning Bowu and Ning Wushuang follow Yan Chixia back to the master's door, but only later learned about his life experience, so he dispelled Ning Wuji's idea.

Ning Bowu has a deep fortune, and he can't endure any hardships if he wants to come, Ning Wuqian wants to cry because the old Taoist priest imprisoned him and Chen Qinglong's bodies, and they haven't untied it yet.

In a cave with shimmering fairy light in Jinhua Mountain, the sloppy old Taoist priest jumped into it carrying Ning Bowu, "Shi Zhenren, you see what treasure the old Taoist brought back, the innate pure yang body, after the first Qin, it is rare to see it in the world, if you teach it to cultivate, it will not be a problem to become an immortal in a hundred years, and you will definitely be able to carry forward the Taoist system of you and me." ”

In the cave, the fairy grass is wonderful, the flowing water is flying spring, the vines hang down, on a stone platform, there is a Taoist priest with skin like a rock, hearing the words of the sloppy old Taoist, open his eyes, close his work and meditate, his nostrils blow out two streams of white gas, lingering endlessly.

Waiting until the white qi dissipated, the Taoist priest got up, "Feiqiuzi, for hundreds of years, you are still this virtue, no wonder you can't become an immortal." ”

The sloppy old Taoist priest put Ning Bowu down and smiled at Shi Zhenren, "What's so fun about becoming an immortal, out of the earth fairy world, there is heaven and earth, where is it like the earth fairy world, the sky is full of immortals and gods can't care, how free and easy, you Shi Zhenren don't think like this, otherwise, you would have soared a long time ago." ”

"It's really the innate pure yang body!" Shi Zhenren's withered hand rested on Ning Bowu's vein gate, his face was happy, and then he frowned again, and shook his head slightly, "Something is wrong, the innate pure yang body, the soul should not be so weak." ”

"Do you see it too?" The sloppy old Taoist priest's face became serious, he looked at Ning Bowu, and scratched his head, "I suspect that this kid's three souls and seven spirits are not perfect, and he lacks spiritual wisdom, this is the means of the Yin Soul Dao of the Han Dynasty, which can extract people's souls and cultivate them into a weapon, specializing in fighting divine souls." ”

Shi Zhenren shook his head and put Ning Bowu's hand down, "However, when the Yin Soul Dao was in the Han Dynasty, it had been destroyed by Fang Xiandao's An Qisheng, and after An Qisheng flew to the Immortals, he was named the Arctic True Person, and he was one of the Eight Truths of the Shangqing Dynasty, he will not leave a scourge, he is not lacking Linghuilu, but Linghuilu is weak, and he should have been stimulated by some kind when he was young." Where did you find him?"

"In Jinhua Mountain, I met him by chance, and when I saw that there was no one around him, I ......"

Thinking of his own means, the sloppy old Taoist priest is also a little difficult to speak, and when he thinks about it, he is also affectionate and understandable.

"No one?"

Shi Zhenren and Feiqiu Zi have been cultivating here for hundreds of years, how can they not know that they are not Qiuzi people, and they look at Feiqiu Zi with a smile.

The sloppy old Taoist priest sneered, "He is accompanied by a little wolf demon, and there is an innate martial artist, but they agree that this guy will cultivate with us, I gave them a few pills of Fang Immortal Dao pills, and they have already gone down the mountain." ”

After speaking, the old Taoist priest frowned slightly, he cast that magic trick by himself, and no matter how much strength he used, he shouldn't be imprisoned for too long, right?

Shi Zhenren didn't pay attention to the old Taoist's expression, looked at the unconscious Ning Bowu, and raised his eyebrows, "Wolf demon? ”

"Fang Immortal Dao has a kind of spiritual wisdom pill, which can repair the divine soul, it is better to go to them to ask for some, the three souls and seven spirits are not sound, it is difficult to cultivate. The sloppy old Taoist priest said with a smile.

Shi Zhenren bowed slightly, and said: "It's okay, it just so happens that I want to refine a furnace of Resurrection Pill, and I need to go to the Fangxian Road of Wutai Mountain, why don't I take him with me." ”

"Excellent, excellent!" the sloppy old Taoist priest smiled, his face full of ill intentions.

Sanjiang didn't pass, angrily begging for a reward, woo woo!

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