Early the next morning, an extremely angry scream penetrated the tree hole and echoed in the empty valley.
"Fahai~~~"
"Uh~" Fahai let out a low cry of pain. He covered his arms and jumped out of bed. He almost put his head on the top of the tree hole. Looking at the clearly visible tooth marks on his left arm, Fahai turned to face the plate.
Jun Xiyue, who was sitting next to her, shouted angrily, "Little witch, why did you bite me?"
"What is this sticky thing on my hand?" Jun Xiyue said through gritted teeth, glaring at Fahai angrily, regardless of the fact that her perfect curves were completely exposed to the air.
"How do I know? It's not in my hands..." Fahai couldn't help but feel guilty after hearing this, but his expression didn't change at all, pretending to be dumbfounded.
At this time, Murong Bingyan was also woken up. She sat up sleepily, holding out her chest and looking at the ravine like the Manila Grand Canyon. A pair of phoenix eyes vaguely swept across the faces of Fa Hai and Jun Xiyue.
It fell on Jun Xiyue's bare hand again. She looked at the novelty that had dried up like paper pulp with curiosity. She twisted her waist, leaned over and smelled it, and then said with a sudden look on her face, "Smell"
It’s very strange. It must be the resin produced by this big nan tree. Sister Xiyue, you must have accidentally touched it in the corner last night..."
"Well, that's probably the case." Fa Hai took a long breath after hearing this and quickly agreed.
Jun Xiyue naturally knew that this was not resin, but how could she talk about such an embarrassing topic openly? Seeing Fahai's pretending to be stupid, her heart was filled with hatred.
However, now that Murong Bingyan has spoken, Jun Xiyue can only forget it. After what happened last night, it can be said that she hates Fa Hai to the extreme, but towards Murong Bingyan, she is full of gratitude
, if Murong Bingyan hadn't interceded for her last night, I'm afraid she would have been frozen to death for a long time. Jun Xiyue would never dare to forget this feeling of survival and the grace of rebuilding.
Although Jun Xiyue was born in a demon sect, she pursues whatever she wants and acts unscrupulously. However, the more she behaves like this, the more seriously she takes her grudges, especially since she had refused to save Murong Bingyan in the black water cave before.
However, the more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt, and I secretly decided that I would repay Murong Bingyan generously after I leave in the future, and then... take revenge on the ruthless and despicable villain - Fahai!
As the saying goes, those who have cultivated for a hundred years can cross the same boat, and those who have cultivated for a thousand years can sleep together. After sleeping together last night, the relationship between Murong Bingyan and Fahai has become much closer invisibly, and they get along more naturally and casually.
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Outside the tree hole, the sun is shining, the wind is warm, and the earth is returning to spring. If it weren't for the patches of snow that have not yet melted away on the ground, it would be difficult to imagine that the climate between day and night in this pure sun wonderland would be like heaven and hell.
Chongtian.
Standing in the valley, looking at the patches of exotic flowers and plants standing proudly in front of him, and smelling the refreshing fragrance of flowers and fruits, Fa Hai sincerely sighed at the powerful vitality of these flowers and plants.
"Should I eat a century-old red fruit in the morning, a thousand-year-old polygonum multiflorum, or ambergris or something..."
There are so many fairy fruits to choose from, which can sometimes be a worry, a worry for happiness.
However, the two girls are not as pretentious as Fahai, especially Murong Bingyan. She ate three red fruits yesterday and really felt the benefits of these health-boosting, qi-prolonging and longevity fruits. After a night of digestion and absorption, she
The injuries on his body that originally required him to rest for several months have actually healed to a great extent.
After the three of them ate some rare and exotic fruits, Fahai took advantage of the time when the two girls were dealing with personal hygiene issues, and sat in meditation, using the Dalin Heart Technique to refine the spiritual energy accumulated in his body throughout the day and night.
After eating and drinking all day long yesterday, the spiritual energy accumulated in Fahai's body can be said to be worth a hundred years of cultivation, and is not much better than the mana left by the evil ghost that day.
Fahai sat there for an hour. Without the inner demons daring to come out to grab food, he quickly completely refined the hundred-year spiritual power into the sea of consciousness, and the 129,600 Hengsha awakened again.
With more than 12,000 pieces, Fahai's mana has once again increased a lot, reaching the terrifying three hundred years of cultivation.
This level of mana accumulation is already equivalent to the cultivation level of an ordinary eighth-grade early-stage monk.
"This Pure Yang Wonderland is really a good place. Although the conditions are a bit difficult, as long as I stay here for a few days, I'm afraid I will be able to accumulate enough mana to attack the eighth-grade relic realm..."
However, Fahai also knows that it is not easy to encounter this kind of rare immortal fate once in a lifetime, so he must make full use of this opportunity, and even if he cannot obtain the Pure Yang Treasure, he must maximize his cultivation.
After all, Dalin Temple's "Thousand Buddhas Great Precepts", the well-known grand gatherings in the world of cultivation "Shushan Sword Discussion", "Shaozhen Conference", and the so-called "No.
"Zheda Dharma Conference" and other major events in China's cultivation world that can show one's face are getting closer and closer.
In recent years, young masters in the world of cultivation have emerged one after another, showing off their talents and stirring up the world. They are all working hard and waiting to become famous.
As a member of the world of cultivation, a third-generation disciple of Dalin Temple, and the de facto number one under the age of twenty, Fahai will inevitably join the world and seize the opportunity to gain some fame.
As long as you have fame, money, power, beauty, magic weapons, elixirs, and secret books, these desires will no longer be out of reach.
Fahai was lost in thought when he suddenly saw two girls smiling and walking hand in hand from among the flowers. He quickly cheered up and stood up.
"Junior sister Murong, didn't I tell you not to leave my sight when you are with the little witch, or she will take the opportunity to harm you..."
"Bah! People in our divine sect have always had a clear distinction between grudges and grievances. I will not harm Sister Murong if I harm anyone. You, the dead thief, Mr. Bald, are here to sow discord!"
"It doesn't matter, I thought about it all night and figured it out. Although sister Xiyue is from a demon sect, her nature is not bad. Since we have fallen into this isolated place together, before going out, why not let go of our differences and work together
, help senior brother complete the immortal test in order to escape as soon as possible."
Murong Bingyan changed the subject, "What's more, my health is much better now. With my many years of swordsmanship training, regardless of my level, sister Xiyue may not be my opponent."
"Sister Murong, I'm not that delicate. Do you think I'm just like this embroidered pillow, useless?" Jun Xiyue smiled sweetly and refused to admit defeat, "If you don't believe me, let's compare swordsmanship!"
"I'm going to teach this idiot swordsmanship in a while. Before that, let's warm up first. Hey, Fahai, take out the two swords you picked up..." After Jun Xiyue said this, she said to Fahai again.
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"Who are you? I can beat you into a piece of meat with just one punch. Do you believe it?" Fa Hai raised his eyebrows, but he was in a good mood and was too lazy to argue with Jun Xiyue. He took out a blue and a purple bag from the mustard bag.
Two flying swords were thrown over.
Murong Bingyan and Jun Xiyue stretched out their hands and gently took the swords in their hands. With graceful postures, they moved lightly on their lotus steps and started to dance with the swords.
Two graceful beauties danced swords for him. Fahai was naturally happy to watch them. Unexpectedly, this sight sent a chill down his spine. Damn, these are two delicate girls with forbidden skills.
These are just like two tigresses. Fortunately, there were no swords around them last night. Otherwise, if I were really the overlord, I might have taken the bow and the bird under me would have flown away.
When the two girls danced for the first time, Fa Hai could still see some figures when he didn't use his Dharma Eyes. When the two girls danced more and more quickly, they only saw two cold lights, one blue and one purple, which brought a wave of light.
Balls of green grass were rolling around, making Fahai dazzled and unable to take in all the sights.
"Senior Brother Fahai, see clearly!"
With a loud shout, I saw only a small figure under the sun, a purple shadow, followed by a cold light, like a star flying like lightning, flying towards a tall ten thousand year old pear tree three feet away, and there was another click.
A large branch of the pear tree facing south was cut off. The tree body was suddenly shaken by the broken branch, and the pear blossoms scattered like rain.
Fa Hai took a closer look and saw that the two women were still standing in front of him.
In this moment of complete silence, a gust of breeze suddenly blew by, causing Fahai to tremble for no reason. Although he knew that Murong Bingyan was able to display such sword skills with more than half of the credit for the ninth-grade flying sword in his hand, but a person whose whole body of magic power was banned
The little woman who performed such a difficult trick with her physical body was enough to make Fahai stunned and stunned.
Huo Ruyi shoots at the nine sunsets, as powerful as a group of emperors flying into the sky.
It comes like thunder to calm down its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea.
This is a poem written by a poet in his previous life describing Lady Gongsun's sword dance. Fahai used to think it was pure nonsense, but at this moment, he couldn't help but put away any contempt for it.
In the past, Fahai had all kinds of magical powers. Even if he met the most powerful martial arts master in the temple, he would dismiss them as trivial skills. But at this moment, he had to rely on physical strength to face the essence of the two women.
Sword dance, but had to truly face up to the most famous martial arts in the Central Plains.
"The last move just now is called Chuan Yun Chasing the Sun. It is the best move in Yue Nu's swordsmanship. It is the most suitable for fighting the strong with the weak."
After Murong Bingyan performed this move, she was dripping with sweat. She held the flying sword upside down behind her and said to Fahai, "With senior brother Fahai's cultivation power, if he performs this move, it will definitely be ten times more powerful than my little sister."
hundred times."
"The sword is the ancestor of military strategists, and it is extremely difficult to learn. The first thing is to practice it consistently; the second thing is to practice your Qi and concentrate your mind, so that your mind is as still as water. However, with my senior brother's concentration, it is extremely easy to achieve such a calm mind, so in the next few days,
, my younger sister will be responsible for teaching my senior brother the Yue Nu swordsmanship, and try my best to help the senior brother quickly form combat strength to cope with the test."
"Yes, we two weak women can all count on you."
Jun Xiyue was also covered in sweat. She twisted her small waist, walked up to Fa Hai, and said, "Sister Murong will teach you Yue Nu swordsmanship. Then, I will teach you a set of exquisite footwork taught by the Moon God—
—Let’s take a fragrant step on a moonlit night..."
"The swordsmanship of Yue Nv, the fragrant steps on a moonlit night, why do they all sound so feminine? Don't you know how to be masculine? I am a man with a body of seven feet..."
"We are women to begin with, so naturally we practice the feminine kung fu of swinging with the wind and swinging one step at a time. If you are capable, just rely on the half set of Arhat Fist to pass the test!"