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Huh ~

In the early morning of summer, there is no coldness, but it can be cool.

"call!"

"suck!"

It seems that there is a strong wind, and sometimes it makes a sound like the surging sea tide.

On the barren mountain one hundred and twenty miles north of this northwest city, there was a bonfire swaying, and the Yunni Taoist sat cross-legged.

The airflow visible to the naked eye continued to gather with it as the center, hovering, blowing the bonfire swaying, and blowing Zhao Xuan, who was beside the Dharma, was robe hunting.

He looked solemn and focused, and refused to let go of the slightest fluctuations.

In his senses, the airflow on the barren mountains at this moment was chaotic and disorderly, but the overall environment was orderly.

The howling airflow, the swaying candlelight, and even the dark colors before dawn breaks, are centered on their own teachers and are in line with each other.

In a trance, his teacher was the center of this world, and when he closed his eyes, he could not sense his existence at all.

Even his breathing sounds can blow the tide.

That's it,

“The unity of man and nature…”

Zhao Xuan murmured in his heart, envy and desire surged.

Since he has penetrated the entrance and promoted to the Grand Master, for nearly forty years, he has only accidentally entered a state of "harmony between man and nature".

And very short-lived.

It is unknown how far away from the state of "harmony between man and nature" at any time and anywhere.

"call!"

The burning waves of air shot out several feet like arrows, cutting the airflow and the luminous light. Yunni Taoist slowly opened his eyes, but his brows were deeply frowning.

"The Martial Saint is so difficult!"

Taoist Yunni sighed, and his face, half of his withering and flourishing, seemed unstable.

Compared to the smoothness of the four steps of becoming an immortal, the last step in martial arts has trapped him for nearly a hundred years...

"teacher?"

Zhao Xuan bowed.

"The spiritual qi is difficult to capture."

Taoist Yunni shook his head.

The achievements of the Shidu Immortal were of little help to be promoted to the Martial Saint, at least that's what he thought.

"Teacher, is this spiritual qi so difficult to capture?"

Zhao Xuanyi couldn't help but frowned and felt worried: "You have been able to enter the unity of man and nature for fifty years..."

He had no chance to recognize the master's fruits. Martial arts was his only path. Seeing the teacher's difficulties really made him feel scared.

"The unity of man and nature does not mean that you can definitely capture spiritual qi. There is too little spiritual qi between heaven and earth, too little..."

Yun Ni took a deep breath and suppressed a slight sense of frustration.

In fact, he could only capture spiritual energy two or three times in a month, but this is a hundred times faster than that of ancient warriors.

"Can you just wait for the changes in the sky?"

Zhao Xuanyi sighed too.

Like his own teachers, spiritual Qi is the last level that restricts them from entering the Martial Saint Gate.

In fact, there are definitely not a few people who are trapped in the world before this gate.

"There is no other way. Fortunately, that day should be not far away..."

He casually slapped the bonfire and took out the dry food and chewed it slowly.

"I just hope to come earlier that day..."

Zhao Xuanyi shook his head helplessly, took out the dry food and chewed it against the extinguished bonfire.

Seeing this, the disciples on duty in the distance sat on the ground and began to swallow dry food. Many people looked a little sad.

Not counting as the more than a year in Dayan Mountain, they have eaten dry food for more than half a year. Even if they don’t pick on it, they still feel it is difficult to swallow it.

"Master, when will we wait?"

Finally, a young Taoist could not help but get up and looked at his teacher.

"Let you wait, just wait."

Zhao Xuan glared and scolded.

"But when will it end if you keep waiting?"

The Taoist really couldn't help it anymore. He was born in a big family and could not bear it:

"At the beginning, half a year, and then two months. These don't count. Let's follow the old Taoist priest of Zhenyan and wander around this wasteland for almost four months, right?"

Someone stood up, and the other disciples couldn't help it.

The disciples of Fu Shuiguan are few of the poor, most of them are legitimate disciples of the Shendu family, and many of them are qualified to succeed the head of the family.

They can endure the pain for a moment, but this is of no benefit. There is endless waiting, which really makes them unbearable.

Those who carry wanted orders and are happy in the city, they will blow cold wind in this wilderness and chew dry food...

“Bold!”

Zhao Xuan raised his eyebrows and was about to scold him, but was stopped by Taoist Yunni. He looked at the disciples indifferently. Whenever he looked, everyone bowed and bowed.

"It won't be too long."

He slowly stood up and looked at the city covered by the night, like a giant beast lying across the sky, doubt flashed in his eyes.

His eyesight will never be wrong.

The Taoist Zhenyan, who had already exhausted his energy, should have died many days ago, but I don’t know how to prolong his life.

But his injuries are by no means rescued by humans. What exactly is there in the northwest road...

"Get out."

Zhao Xuan was still angry and swept his sleeves and swept away a disciple who was unable to do anything.

The disciples were embarrassed, but they breathed a sigh of relief as if they were pardoned and turned around and left.

"Such noble children do not share the responsibility. Poor their ancestors were also heroes for a while, but they only had these wine bags..."

Zhao Xuan shook his head in one heart:

"Teacher, you shouldn't have brought them here when you go out this time. You can't bear the creation and can't bear the mantle of our Fu Shuiguan..."

"In this world, there are many mediocre people, and Fushui Temple does not need too many talented people. The next generation has the 'Miaomiao', which is enough."

Taoist Yunni said, his heart moved and looked at the bright night sky:

"Nie Longtian's retreat is in the 'Blue Water Cold Pond' of Ding'an Road. Calculate the time, and he should have arrived..."

Huh ~

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a golden thread seemed to be pulled out in the far horizon and came at an extremely fast speed.

"The Golden Eagle King with Six Gates!"

As Zhao Xuan said, his heart moved and looked north, but saw that there was a Golden Eagle King coming from north.

This one belongs to the Jinyiwei.

These two families actually came together?!

"Li Baihu's breath became stronger and stronger. However, he still seemed to have not completed the ceremony..."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! From a distance, a brilliant flashed in Yunni Taoist's eyes.

A hundred miles of land is nothing to the Golden Eagle King. Even if he did not use full speed, he would soon come closer.

call out!

With a sharp roar of air, there was already one more person on the top of the barren mountain.

This is a man who was about nine feet tall, wearing a short martial arts robe, with a rough face and a loud voice:

"Gan Lin Mo! After flying for more than two months, a bird faded out of my mouth! Xiao Zamao, the surname Zhao, has any meat?"

Small, small miscellaneous...

Even though he had some expectations of this person's behavior, Zhao Xuanyi was still shaking his beard and turned around with anger:
To be continued...