Tian Buyi snorted coldly, "You are still asking him to plead for mercy!"

Master, please forgive me this time, let alone that I am so for you to win glory for you.” After saying that, I bent my waist deeply, which means that I would not get up if you don’t forgive me.

But the other people also stood up and bowed their bodies and did not dare to look at Tian Buyi's face, but they just stood with Zhang Xiaofan.

Tian Buyi sneered, "What a brotherly love, what a brother who is in love with one heart. Now you are still begging for him. Now you are still calling Brother Peng Peng, and in front of me, Xiaofan, do you still have me as a master in your eyes?"

Zhang Xiaofan fell to the ground and said softly, "Master...I..."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Tian Buyi's eyes unconsciously, and he whispered in his heart that if you were half as smart and clever as he was, but this would at least show that Ling'er had not read the wrong person. Ling'er would definitely not suffer any loss in such a affectionate and righteous way, but this kid was a little hateful.

"Are you coercive to your teachers? But do I say I want to punish Lao Qi, but do I mean to blame me?"

The disciples of Dazhu Peak, including Zhang Xiaofan, looked at each other and couldn't understand why Master became so easy to talk today, but as long as he didn't punish him, it would be a good thing.

Among all, Du Bishu had the most flexible mind. He immediately read the meaning of Tian Buyi's words and said with great gratitude: "Master's mind is still like the sea. Thank you for not punishing your junior brother."

Song Daren was the second person to see the opportunity. He pulled Zhang Xiaofan to salute Tian Buyi, and this matter was given up. Everyone was deeply confused by Zhang Xiaofan's improvement in their strength, but they were more sincerely admired.

Everyone surrendered, and Tian Buyi called Zhang Xiaofan and said, "Lao Qi, come with me to the hall. Others must practice diligently and do not make any mistakes. I will check your practice regularly."

In the ward, Tian Buyi sat on the main seat, while Zhang Xiaofan stood in the hall with his head down and humbly.

Tian Buyi looked at his youngest and most obedient disciple in the hall. Before he knew it, he had been five years. In five years, he had grown from a young man to a taller young man than him. Time flies and years have passed. He seems to have treated him too badly over the years.

He let out a long sigh and said in an unprecedented gentle voice: "Lao Qi, it has been five years since you started. I know that as a teacher, I have been teaching you too little in the past five years. Now it is your blessing to have Yang Peng, and you must cherish it. Such affection cannot be simply rewarded."

Zhang Xiaofan felt that the hardships and fatigue he had suffered over the years disappeared with the words of his master. He said slightly awkwardly: "My master's teachings, my disciples dare not forget them. Thank you for your guidance and nurturing over the years."

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After teaching Zhang Xiaofan's Taiji Xuanqingdao's next Taoist technique, Zhang Xiaofan respectfully left. Tian Buyi looked at Zhang Xiaofan's leaving figure, but a smile appeared on his originally gloomy face. He was the only one in the empty Shoujing Hall.

He looked out from the door of Shoujing Hall, and occasionally a red light flowed in his eyes, and a happy voice rang in the hall: "Good boy, he has made such progress in just two months of guidance. Then how much has your own cultivation been promoted now?"

The answer was the orderly seats placed behind him, and a picture behind him, which was an old man with fairy spirit. The Tai Chi pattern behind the old man occupied two-thirds of the entire painting.

At this moment, Yang Peng also had Tai Chi patterns rotating around him, so clear that it seemed to jump out of his body vividly. However, he was closing his eyes and knew nothing about what was happening around him.

The rotation of Tai Chi pattern is slowly enlarging, just like an image is placed in the room that occurs in modern society, but his one is a bit different.

As the Tai Chi pattern rotated, a low sound came from the room, like the wind stroking the seats, mattresses and everything in the room. The low sound rang out in every corner, and then it seemed that it was some kind of command to rush into Yang Peng's body.

Under the swaying lights, he was so enchanting and so devoted.

Suddenly, an extremely slight puff sound rang in the room, like a bubble being pierced, or a layer of paper being pierced by a light movement of fingertips. It was so slight, but it was clearly heard in the quiet room, as if it was ringing in the ears.

Who in the room cheered, celebrating the gratifying changes that happened to him in a strange position at this moment.

After a long time, the young man in the room slowly opened his eyes. The instant light of those eyes seemed to overshadow the swaying lights at this time, and the strange lights of the eternal stars in the sky. It seemed that some slight worlds were built in his eyes, and then they became bright and changeable with these eyes, fantasy but real.

Yang Peng stretched his waist long, and he could feel the obvious changes in his body.

In a few months, the Shura Era has finally been cultivated to a perfect state, and his cultivation will definitely increase by leaps and bounds in the future.

The fourth level of Shura is a hurdle. If this hurdle is passed, then the cultivation will be smooth in the future. As long as he accumulates and has enough magic power, he will have no obstacles to break through his cultivation.

Unconsciously, his realm entered the third level from Shangqing Realm, and he took another step from that unknown realm. He just thought that his opponent, Dao Ren Cang Song, might be at the peak of Shangqing Realm, and he had no desire to be happy, and he saw that there was less than two years left before the bet.

"It seems that I have to work hard, otherwise if I can't beat Cangsong Old Ghost, then I'll finish it. It seems that I have to strive to increase my cultivation to the seventh level at least in the past two years, so that I can win."

If someone is next to you now, you will surely jump up and point at Yang Peng's nose and curse: "Is this person suffering from hysteria? How could this cultivation be improved so quickly? The way of heaven is unfair, is it like this?"

What made Yang Peng a little happy was that over the past period of time, he had a deeper understanding of the contents of the Book of Heaven. He slowly understood some things that he couldn't understand before. However, the first volume of the Book of Heaven did not have substantial magic and Taoist techniques, otherwise his own attack would be raised to a higher level.

In the blink of an eye, another month passed. Yang Peng held Qing'er's hand, and the two of them flew towards the black bamboo forest like a pair of fairy couples.

After arriving at the ground, the two found a slightly hidden bamboo forest and pressed the sword light.

Yang Peng immediately started to touch Qing'er's body cruelly and said while touching her mouth: "Baby Qing'er, do you know how much I miss you in the past few months? I am thinking every day and looking forward to you every night. Today I finally hope for you."

Qing'er's face turned red and she struggled slightly, and she said angrily: "It would be bad if someone bumped into it in broad daylight. I miss you very much, but my master urged us to practice tightly, and the yin water droplets are almost refining, so we sisters dare not delay it."
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