Under Han Yun's guidance, Bai Wuqi became more and more proficient in the running skills. Gradually, white ice vapor continued to emerge from his body. The temperature in the entire hall became increasingly cold. It was obviously summer, but the disciples were
Like falling into an ice cave.
Bai Wuqi closed his eyes and practiced, unaware of the outside world. He was completely immersed in his own world. He became more and more skilled and handy...
A quarter of an hour later, Xin'er got into Han Yun's arms and shivered coldly. Han Yun wrapped her in a cloak, turned to look at Bai Wuqi, and released his spiritual consciousness, stimulating the other person's soul and forcibly pulling him back from the state of cultivation and enlightenment.
"wake up!
Following Han Yun's low shout, Bai Wuqi immediately got out of his practice and opened his eyes, looking a little sulky.
After all, cutting off a person's enlightenment is like killing one's parents. In the realm of high-level warriors, enlightenment is extremely important. Some people sit there for decades just for a sudden enlightenment and a breakthrough. If you interrupt him at this time, he will fight you to the death.
.
But fortunately, the person who interrupted Bai Wuqi was Han Yun, who taught him martial arts. In addition, he had only just begun to understand, so he was not too angry.
Looking at Bai Wuqi's eyes, Han Yun said lightly,
"If you continue to practice, my Yunwu Palace will be frozen by you. My mortal body cannot withstand such low temperatures."
"I was the one who was abrupt."
Bai Wuqi is no longer as unruly as before.
After practicing it, he learned that this technique was definitely better than any other technique he had ever practiced, and it was also the most suitable for him.
The grace of preaching can be called rebirth. Such a great grace cannot be repaid no matter what.
"Uncle Bai, I remember that in the north of our Yanshan Mountains and south of the Great Wall, there is a snow mountain that has not melted for thousands of years. That place should be suitable for you to practice this technique. When you go back, you can bring some dry food there, it will help you
Enlightenment."
"Don't call me uncle anymore."
Bai Wuqi's face was full of shame, he held his hands and bowed,
"Master Han, please bow to me as a disciple!"
His move shocked everyone in the hall. No one expected that a powerful third-grade man would actually pay homage to Han Yun.
Except for Han Yun, everyone knows Bai Wuqi and how proud he is. This man is a martial arts fanatic who only pursues martial arts and has no other interests. He has no interest in power or teaching his disciples. He has been in seclusion for five years.
, without leaving home, just to explore martial arts.
It is precisely because of this that he can achieve such achievements in his thirties, and because of this, he has never even heard of Han Yun.
For such an aloof person, he gave such a big gift, which greatly improved everyone's perception of him, and at the same time they also admired Han Yun even more.
Look, even a third-grade expert respects us, Palace Master Han, so much. How can the equally famous Qingyu do the same?
Oh, it can be done. Chai Yuan has also become a disciple, so that’s okay.
"Senior Uncle Bai, there is no need to be like this, please get up quickly, this is just a matter of your duty.
I am a useless person now. I have no other use. I cannot protect the sect like Master Bai. I can only do my meager efforts and use my remaining energy to make some insignificant contribution to the sect."
Han Yun's words made Bai Wuqi blush with shame.
Jun Ling'er's words just now are still ringing in her ears. Compared to Han Yun who taught countless disciples, he, a strong man, has been consuming the sect's resources and has done nothing.
So, Bai Wuqi scolded him with a cold face,
"Don't talk nonsense, say you are Master Han, you are Master Han. I, Bai Wuqi, am not a person who accepts favors without knowing anything in return. If anyone offends you in the future, just come to me and I will destroy his whole family.
Farewell!"
Bai Wuqi left in a hurry and ran out of the hall, as if if he stayed for one more second, he would find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
After arriving outside Yunwu Hall, Bai Wuqi soared into the sky. The joy he had been holding in his heart after realizing this could no longer be suppressed and burst out immediately.
Bai Wuqi let out a long roar, with unspeakable excitement and joy in his voice. Then, the palm condensed with endless ice-cold power blasted out and hit the clouds in the sky.
Then, the figure disappeared.
The contrast between Bai Wuqi's reactions before and after formed a strong contrast. Every one of the disciples burst into laughter and felt very proud.
Suddenly, there was the sound of water dripping outside.
The disciples looked back and found that it was already raining outside.
"It's such a child's face on a June day. It rains when it says it's going to rain."
A disciple in the room sighed.
There were disciples practicing martial arts outside, but they also ran back inside because of the rain. One of the disciples practicing martial arts said,
"It shouldn't be. It's a nice day today, the sun is shining brightly, and there are some clouds in the sky that are white. How can it be possible that it rains suddenly when it's said to be raining? This is definitely unusual."
"What a hell."
"Oh, I originally wanted to practice my martial arts skills with the master, but now it's all in vain. I can only go back and practice again."
"I hate rainy days the most."
Han Yun listened to their conversation, smiled slightly, and explained,
"That's not because of the weather, but because of the punch Bai Wuqi just punched."
"What? A person's punch can actually make it rain? Is this still the power of a mortal?"
"Isn't rain a matter controlled by God? Master Bai's power has reached the level of a god?"
"It's amazing. I will also work hard to practice. When I reach the third level, I will also be able to call the wind and rain. This way, the drought in my hometown of Longchuan will be saved."
"That is the power of gods. Apart from Old Demon Qingyu, only Uncle Bai can do it."
Seeing their ignorant looks, Han Yun covered his forehead with a headache.
Isn't this the principle of artificial rainfall?
"It's not some magical power. It's very simple to make it rain. The rain is made up of the clouds in the sky. It's just that the temperature hasn't reached the conditions yet.
Bai Wuqi's palm condensed the cold power of the Xuanming Divine Palm, causing the air temperature in that area to drop sharply. The hot air collided with the cold air, causing the moisture in the clouds to quickly condense and form ice crystals, which cooled the clouds.
Rainwater formed.
In the future, when you are in the third level and learn the Xuanming Divine Palm, you will be able to do it as well."
"So that's what happened. I thought it was God doing something wrong."
"Senior Brother is really amazing. He is very knowledgeable and he even understands this."
"That's nothing. There is nothing in this world that Palace Master Han doesn't understand."
"Dianzhu Han has understood the Great Dao and can choose a day to ascend."
The people below were blowing harder and harder, and Han Yun couldn't help but smile bitterly.
How can it be so easy to ascend? How can you ascend if you don't become an immortal?
Order was quickly restored in the hall and classes continued.
late at night.
The Yin Yang Sect goes south.
In a big city.
In the spacious house.
A haggard old man looked at the dancing and flickering candlelight in front of him. After listening to the reports of his subordinates, his eyes showed strong greed.
His voice was hoarse and he asked,
"You said... Han Yun created another heaven-level martial arts? Can it make it rain with one palm?"