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Luo Shanling was sitting on a stone on the side of the road with a straw hat and resting. In the blink of an eye, two monks fell from the sky, and the man said arrogantly, "Where is this place? How far is the nearest town here?"

Luo Shanling said in a heart-warming manner, ask me, who will I ask?

But he was coughing repeatedly with a thick throat and shook his head and said, "Old man, I have lived in this mountain for most of my life, but I have never walked out of this mountain."

The man looked back at the woman with a scarf, and the woman said lightly, "Let's go."

From beginning to end, Luo Shanling didn't even look at her fairy-like step on her flying magic weapon, the nine-petal lotus, and the male cultivator disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Luo Shanling was looking at the direction where the two disappeared enviously, and at the same time, she couldn't help but imagine in her heart that if she could have a flying magic weapon, why run so embarrassedly like now? Then she smiled bitterly. Even if she was with her, she wouldn't use it now. As for this person, she still had to work hard step by step. If she just imagined that she wanted to fly the plane all over the sky, and even more awesome, she wanted to fly into space on Chang'e 10, but can it be?

No, because the plane and Chang'e 10 images were in her mind, but she had never seen it before. The wandering soul who had truly seen it was the wandering soul. Thinking about the fact that the wandering soul is now gone, her short life is so wonderful. She has seen and eaten all kinds of strange things. Although Luo Shanling herself now has the memory of the wandering soul, she is just like a little pitiful person who can only look at it and look at it.

Luo Shanling couldn't help but hold her chin and fantasize again. If one day she really had a good cultivation level, she would definitely refine the strange things in her mind one by one, look up and look around the sky with flying swords. Only she could stand out today and build a four-wheeled car today, and then ride a cool motorcycle tomorrow, then drive a tank, then drive a plane, and then rocket aircraft carrier spacecraft. As long as the images in her mind are all transformed into weapons, how cool it would be!

But before she could finish her dream of being cool, a fear of death instantly hit Luo Shanling's head. Then Luo Shanling stared at her eyes and saw a sword light shining on her forehead and slashing over. The sword light was too fast, so fast that Luo Shanling didn't even have time to drop a gas bomb with just thoughts. There was only one voice in her heart, that was that she was going to die, and this time she was really going to die.

Before her death, Luo Shanling truly realized the cruelty of the cultivation world, because at this moment of death, she saw that the sword light was as fast as lightning, but she didn't even know who killed her. She felt that she was so unfaithful and unwilling to accept that she could die so unknown. Why could those cultivators take human lives so carelessly? At the same time, she swears in her heart that if God gave her another chance, she would not be an ant that others could easily kill. She would become stronger, even if she stepped on thousands of corpses under her feet, she would reach the peak, because at this moment she clearly realized that if she didn't kill others, others would crush her to death like a bed bug!

But she has no chance to make herself stronger?

But just as Luo Shanling was about to die in despair, the sword light that was shining in her face suddenly turned aside for some reason. The next second, a poplar tree with an adult arm that was thick with an adult was cut off in the waist not far from Luo Shanling. The crown was hit by the impact of the sword light and flew fifty feet before it landed. It did not stop landing and scratched the ground, and it was cut at a distance of 10 feet before it stopped.

Luo Shanling looked at the broken poplar tree and couldn't help but touch her forehead with lingering fear. If the sword light really hit her forehead, she would probably have been divided into two halves like the broken poplar tree.

It was so hateful that Luo Shanling couldn't help but raise her head angrily. She must keep the appearance of killing her in her heart. One day, she will also give her the same way to the other person and cut her in half, otherwise it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in her heart.

Following the direction of the sword light, Luo Shanling saw that the person who wanted to kill her was the male cultivator who went back and returned. He saw that he was still standing gracefully on the flying sword. He didn't even look at Luo Shanling, but only respectfully saluted the white-bearded old man not far from Luo Shanling, "Fang Bai, a disciple of the chief of the Dansheng Sect, met with the old man Poyi."

The old man Poyi waved his hand without even looking at Fang Bai, "It's really not adorable to be so disrespectful to the elderly and love the young!"

The male cultivator named Fang Bai looked at Luo Shanling, whose straw hat fell off at some point, and thought to himself with some envy and jealousy that the wild girl who came from somewhere did not know how she got into the eyes of the old man. She would be in trouble in the future.

Luo Shanling looked at Fang Bai who was leaving with a sword expression calmly. Is Fang Bai under the name of the chief of the Dansheng Sect? She, Luo Shanling, remembered that one day, she would make Fang Bai pay the price of bleeding for today's sword.

Remembering the name and appearance of his enemy, Luo Shanling would never forget the benefactor who saved her life. So she respectfully knelt down and kowtowed to the old man who broke into a sacred woman, "Thank you for saving the young woman's life today."

Old Man Poyi laughed, then looked at the direction where Fang Bai left, and took the broken broom under his feet, "Does the little girl want to practice and take revenge?"

Is her performance so obvious? Luo Shanling was slightly surprised, but hesitantly focused his attention and said, "I want to."

After pausing for a moment, she looked at the old man with some hope, "Grandpa, are you short of a girl? I am very hard-working, neither afraid of dirt nor fatigue. Look, grandpa, do you want to try it for half a year first?"

The old man Poyi looked at the face that looked like someone and said with a hint of amusement, "But what do you know? Washing clothes, cooking and cleaning the room. Do you think I can use it like a fairy who travels around the world?"

Luo Shanling lowered his head in disappointment and nodded in agreement, "Yes, grandpa, you don't need that."

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes for a moment. Luo Shanling bit his lip and said with a willing look, "Grandpa, are you short of an apprentice? I will be an apprentice for you. I know that I have a bad qualification, but if you are willing to teach me, I will definitely fly hard and practice hard first, and it will not embarrass you."
Chapter completed!