Chapter 1112 Accident!

Xiao Tian naturally heard what Zhao Laosan said, but he didn't say anything more. His eyes fell on Zhao Yun who was immersed in cultivation state with a solemn expression.

Although the nine-turn immortal body is a very mysterious skill, not everyone is suitable for practicing this skill, and this is why he did not pass on the nine-turn immortal body when he was in other planes before. The reason for all disciples.

Just like Long Kui in the Immortal Sword Plane practices the Soul-Destroying Cold Fragrance Manual that he redeemed from the system, Yu Xiaogang in the Douluo Plane practices the Nine Transformations of the True Dragon that he drew from the system through lottery.

Different from Zhao Yun's previous practice of "Qi Gathering Technique" with great momentum, when he practiced "Nine Turns of Immortal Body", the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surrounding Zhao Yun was very thin, and it looked as if those with extremely poor qualifications were practicing. The same anger.

But Xiao Tian knows very well that the reason why this situation occurs is because the nine-turn immortal body is heavy with the soul. With Zhao Yun's current cultivation level, if the absorption speed is too fast, it will only cause the soul to be supported by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Explosion, death and destruction!

The nine-turn immortal body is difficult at first and then easy. If there is no treasure that can nourish the soul in the early stage, or the divine soul is extremely powerful, then the speed of improvement in the early stage will not be fast. Xiao Tian has already expected this. He didn't show any disappointment.

Zhao Laosan, who was on the side, had never practiced any internal energy cultivation method and could not sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at all, so he just looked at it for a while, then apologized to Xiao Tian and left the yard early.

He had promised Xiao Tian before to find a few servants to take care of the house before tomorrow. Now that he had nothing to do, he just took the time to find a few servants for Xiao Tian.

Shortly after Zhao Laosan left, there was a faint sound of breaking shackles in the air. The thin aura surrounding Zhao Yun suddenly became much richer. Xiao Tian couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw this. A bit of a smile.

Zhao Yun has already passed the most difficult entrance to cultivating the nine-turn immortal body. After that, he only needs to practice step by step, and he no longer needs to pay attention all the time.

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At the same time, in an unknown fairy mountain in Julu County, Jizhou, the old immortal Nanhua holding a quinoa staff looked at the middle-aged man dressed as a scribe in front of him with a respectful expression, sighed, and said in a deep voice: "Look You seem to have made up your mind?"

"The Han Dynasty has become corrupt. A wealthy and powerful family controls the government and does the opposite. My disciple was born in poverty and his family was forced by the powerful. I want to seek justice for them."

The middle-aged scribe prostrated himself in front of Old Immortal Nanhua, kowtowed three times respectfully, and said sternly: "If this disciple violates the teachings of the Master, the Master will beat him or punish him, even if he has to take back all the disciple's cultivation. No complaints at all!”

"Alas..." Nanhua Old Immortal sighed and said helplessly: "There are countless heroes in this world like crucian carp crossing the river. Although you have been taught the art of peace by me and your cultivation has reached the realm of immortals, but in this world, The one who can defeat you is no less than two hands..."

As he spoke, Nanhua Old Immortal raised his quinoa staff, tapped it gently on the middle-aged scribe, and then said slowly: "You and I are masters and apprentices, and as masters, I will give you one last blessing. From now on, you and I There is no longer the name of master and disciple, so you can do your own thing."

After saying that, the old Nanhua immortal turned into a breeze and disappeared. The middle-aged scribe stood up slowly, took a deep breath, turned around and walked down the mountain...