Jinhua Mountain Pavilion.

Ning Bowu was aggressive, like a tiger, with his big hands opening and closing, like a millstone, slapped at the sloppy old Taoist priest.

The big hand squirted the whistling sound of the wind, the sharp force, with the power of cutting mountains and splitting stones.

Ning Wuque's injury seemed to arouse Ning Bowu's fierce aura. The kindness that used to be when he took action disappeared, his eyes were filled with a faint red light, and a sharp murderous aura filled his body.

At this time, if a practitioner looked at Ning Bowu, he would definitely see a thin layer of golden light, which was a rare pure yang true qi protecting the body, and had the power of invading all evil.

"Haha, good, good, good, so talent is rare in the world."

Facing Ning Bowu's fierce attack, the sloppy old Taoist priest's eyes shone in his eyes, laughed, stepped out of his left foot, and pushed his body forward, like a running bison, with two dry and dry hands like chicken feet, tapped Ning Bowu's chest at an incredible angle, and then turned his hand into a palm, slapped the eighteen palms in a row.

"call……"

The old Taoist priest retreated, twisted his neck, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ning Bowu who was fixed there as if he had been imposed on a fixed body, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Good seedlings, rare good seedlings."

"Little brother, is he your elder brother? How about letting him practice Taoism with me? The innate pure yang body will not leak essence. If you have trained it, it will not be difficult to become an immortal for a hundred years."

The old Taoist priest appeared on the railing like a ghost, talking to Ning Wuque, but his eyes were fixed on Ning Bowu, as if he had discovered a rare treasure, and he was amazed and almost drooling.

The full middle-aged uncle's vulgar expression made Ning Wuque feel chilled. If Ning Bowu was replaced by a fairy beauty in this scene, it would be a shame, but it would be a slutty, and it would be a man's true nature.

But Ning Bowu was nine-foot man with a wide body and a strong body as strong as a tiger. Even Chen Qinglong was covered in goosebumps when he was stared at by an old Taoist priest. He thought to himself, could this old Taoist priest have the same beauty as Long Yang?

Fortunately, Ning Bowu was born stupid, and now he seemed to be fixed again and could not move. Otherwise, he would have to step on the old Taoist priest's despicable face with a big foot.

"Well, if you don't say anything, just pretend you agree. You keep this pill, which will be enough for you to cultivate to the realm of Qi refining. The old Taoist priest took it away. From now on, he will become my good disciple of Fei Qiuzi."

The old Taoist priest squinted his eyes, very much like a gangster who was preparing to rob. Ning Wuque felt depressed. After the old Taoist priest's elbow hit the abdomen, a true energy imprisoned his whole body. Now he couldn't even speak. How could he answer the old Taoist priest's words?

What is mute eating berberine? I can’t tell if I have any pain? Ning Wuque is now!

Unable to move, he could only watch the old Taoist priest carrying Ning Bowu, who was nine feet tall, more than 200 kilograms like a gangster, jumping out of nowhere like a wind under his feet, running faster than a rabbit, as if he had done something bad, and hurried away.

Chen Qinglong is worse than Ning Wuque. He doesn't even have the courage to chase him. The old Taoist priest is too strong, so strong that he can't afford to resist at all.

However, the old Taoist priest should not have any malice towards Ning Bowu. He accepted Ning Bowu as his disciple. Is this the fate of immortality?

Chen Qinglong and Ning Wuque stared at each other with big eyes. Such a fairy fate is really weird! This is not a disciple, it is simply a robbery. The robbery is not wealth or lust. In broad daylight, a vulgar old Taoist priest robbed a burly man!

Thinking of the old Taoist priest's lustful gaze, Chen Qinglong felt a little more sympathy for Ning Bowu's experience. Fortunately, the old Taoist priest was interested in Ning Bowu rather than himself.

Ning Wuque was crying without tears. It was not that Ning Bowu was taken away. The old Taoist priest accepted Ning Bowu as his disciple. It was better than following him, a half-baked demon cultivator. This was a good thing. When he met Yan Chixia, he had the intention to let Ning Bowu and Ning Wushuang follow Yan Chixia back to the sect. However, after learning about his life experience, he dispelled Ning Wuque's idea.

Ning Bowu has a deep blessing and can't bear much pain. What Ning Wuque wants to cry is that the old Taoist priest imprisoned him and Chen Qinglong's bodies. Before he could untied it, he jumped out of the wild mountains and rivers, and they were not allowed to be buried in the tiger's mouth?

In a cave with shining fairy lights on Jinhua Mountain, the sloppy old Taoist priest carried Ning Bowu into the sky, "Zhengren Shi, look at what treasures the old Taoist brought back? The innate pure yang body. After the pre-Qin period, it is rare to see it in the world. If you teach it to practice, it will be no problem to become an immortal for a hundred years, and you will definitely be able to carry forward the Taoist traditions of you and me."

In the cave, there were strange fairy grasses, flowing water and flying springs, and vines drooping. On a stone platform, a Taoist priest with a skin as much as a rock was sitting cross-legged. Hearing the words of the sloppy old Taoist priest, he opened his eyes, stopped his skills and sat quietly, and two white air blew out of his nostrils, lingering endlessly.

When the white energy dissipated, the Taoist priest stood up, "Fai Qiuzi, for hundreds of years, you still have this kind of virtue, no wonder you can't become an immortal."

The sloppy old Taoist priest put down Ning Bowu and smiled at Shi Zhenren, "What's so fun about becoming an immortal? After leaving the earth immortal world, there are heavenly controls above and earthly controls below. It's like the earth immortal world. The sky immortal gods cannot control it. They are free and free. Isn't Shi Zhenren thinking so too? Otherwise, you would have ascended to the ground long ago."

"It's really the body of innate pure yang!" Shi Zhenren put his withered hand on Ning Bowu's vein. He was delighted, then frowned again, shook his head slightly, "Nothing is right, the body of innate pure yang, the soul should not be so weak."

"Did you see it too?" The sloppy old Taoist priest looked serious on his face, looked at Ning Bowu, and scratched his head, "I suspect that this kid's three souls and seven spirits are not perfect, and lacks spiritual wisdom spirit. This is the method of the Han Dynasty's ghost Taoist dynasty, which can extract human souls and cultivate them into a weapon to fight the souls."

Shi Zhenren shook his head and put Ning Bowu's hand down, "However, Yinhun Dao was destroyed by An Qisheng of Fang Xiandao during the Han Dynasty. Queen An Qisheng Feixian was named the Beiji Zhenren. He is one of the Eight True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True True

"I met him by chance in Jinhua Mountain. I saw that there was no one around him, so..."

Thinking of his own methods, the sloppy old Taoist priest was also a little difficult to say. Then he thought that he was eager to love and understandable.

"No one?"

Shi Zhenren and Fei Qiuzi have been practicing here for hundreds of years. How could they not know that Fei Qiuzi is a human being? They looked at Fei Qiuzi with a smile.

The sloppy old Taoist priest smiled embarrassedly, "He was surrounded by a little wolf demon and a congenital martial artist. They agreed to this guy practice Taoism with us. I gave them a few pills of the immortal Taoism, and they have already gone down the mountain."

After saying that, the old Taoist priest frowned slightly. He used that magic trick. How much force did he use? It shouldn't be imprisoned for too long, right?

Shi Zhenren didn't pay attention to the expression of the old Taoist priest. He looked at Ning Bowu in a coma and raised his eyebrows, "Wolf demon? The world is not peaceful, and this monster is so sneaky."

"Fang Xiandao has a kind of spiritual wisdom pill that can repair the soul. It is better to ask them for some. The three souls and seven spirits are not sound, and it is difficult to practice." The sloppy old Taoist priest laughed.

Shi Zhenren said with a slight head, "Okay, it just so happens that I want to refine a furnace of regeneration pills. I need to walk to the Fangxian Road of Mount Wutai. Why not take him with me and you and I will go with you."

"Excellent, excellent!" The sloppy old Taoist priest smiled and had bad intentions on his face.

Sanjiang has not passed, so he angrily asked for a reward, whimper!
Chapter completed!