Figure Wang Zhongwang

Chapter 247 A Saint

Hanguang likes Hu Xiaoyi's calm and single-minded temperament, which is most suitable for cultivation.

I like Hu Xiaoyi's most pure single-attribute water spirit root in the world even more. It is the best cultivation talent that has never been seen in a century.

It's just that before, Hu Xiaoyi's talent was buried.

"Saint", "Holy Son", in the previous cultivation world, was the successor of a sect master.

It has almost the same meaning as a "Buddha son".

In the past, there were tens of thousands of disciples in the sect, and although the saintess was outstanding, there was not only one.

They compete with each other, and only the strongest saint is qualified to take over the position of suzerain.

In the Misty Sect on Misty Peak, Hu Xiaoyi is the only saint.

Who dares to fight her?
No one wants to argue with her.

Hu Xiaoyi is too weak, like an egg, it will break when touched, and everyone can't bear to compete with her for status and interests.

As for Hu Xiaoyi, if you teach me to practice, I will practice. If you ask me to be a saint, I will be a saint.

Is the saint very cool?

Anyway, Hu Xiaoyi has no concept or feeling about the saint.

She is just a thought, and she is satisfied to see one in Misty Peak.

"One!"

Sure enough, I saw one!
Hu Xiaoyi was summoned to the palace to attend the plenary meeting, so she rushed to sit next to Yi Zun and stared at Yi Zun's face without blinking.

Hanguang didn't blame Hu Xiaoyi for his abnormal behavior, instead he let Hu Xiaoyi sit between himself and a statue with a smile.

"I really don't understand the rules! That's the seat where the suzerain and an immortal master sit!"

Hu Hanshan blushed, feeling ashamed of his daughter.

Hanguang didn't mind Hu Xiaoyi's "jumping in line", so naturally he didn't pay much attention to it.

Only Lucia looked unhappy and glared at Hu Xiaoyi.

The meaning is obvious: "Aren't you going to go away?"

Helplessly, Hu Xiaoyi only had one eye, completely ignoring Rukia's warning, which drove Rukia crazy.

Spreading his hands, a large blueprint appeared on the rectangular table.

You can see several colored fonts on the drawing: draft of the main structure of Weimei Building.

What does it mean?
One smiled and said nothing.

Hanguang stood on the chair and said with a wry smile:

"We're all going to move bricks!"

Hanguang is too short, so he has to stand up every time he has a meal in a meeting.

He is not too tired,
Anyway, he likes the look of little Nezha.

"what!"

The five disciples all looked puzzled, is it time for us to pay the price?

Living and eating for nothing in Misty Peak turned out to be to raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a while to move bricks to make money for a boss!
Only the saint Hu Xiaoyi, whether it is moving bricks or driving an excavator, it doesn't matter to her.

It was enough for her to just look at one with fascination.

With a wave of his big hand, everyone fell silent.

"I plan to spend one night to complete the foundation and main structure of the Weimei Building. Let's take a look at the blueprint and record it in the sea of ​​consciousness!"

A passionate words echoed in the hall.

This time, no one was surprised.

All the monks present here are from the Immortal Realm. When they swept their consciousness, the blueprint was copied into their own sea of ​​consciousness.

Then the drawing presents a three-dimensional 3D drawing state in the mind, which can be presented in 360 degrees from inside to outside.

"Saint Xiaoyi, do you remember the drawings?"

Yi Zun finally looked at Hu Xiaoyi and asked with a smile.

Hu Xiaoyi had only been here a few days, and although she was hailed as a saint by Hanguang, her cultivation only lasted three days.

Before that, Hu Xiaoyi was just an ordinary person, a weak woman who was weaker than ordinary people. When Yi Zun asked this, he had no intention of letting Hu Xiaoyi "move bricks".

Hu Xiaoyi saw a statue smiling at him. It was as bright as the sun and as warm as the spring breeze, which made Hu Xiaoyi "drunk".

Her eyes were dim and she said softly:

"The whole Weimei building is 520 meters high, which means I love you. There are more than 3.3 floors, and each floor is [-] meters high, which means waiting for you forever.

Below the 20th floor, the hall on the first floor is 18 meters high, then the second floor is 16 meters high, and the third floor is 500 meters high. In this way, two meters are reduced layer by layer, which is exactly [-] meters high in the [-]-story building, which represents the perfection of love practice.

On the top of the building is a 20-meter-high statue of Maitreya Buddha, which symbolizes our love. He was blessed by the Buddha, and he smiled so happily! "

Hu Xiaoyi's voice was like talking in sleep, but the shock was more shocking than an atomic bomb explosion.

Everyone present immediately petrified, staring blankly at Hu Xiaoyi, as if looking at a "monster".

Hu Xiaoyi seems to have never seen the drawings. How does she know so much about the structural design of the Weimei Building?
She has only practiced for three days!

Moreover, she has her own way of interpreting the Aesthetic Building. She regards the Aesthetic Building as a symbol of her love. It seems to make sense, but it actually leaves Yi Zun speechless!
"Holy Maiden Xiaoyi, have you cultivated your divine consciousness?"

Hanguang looked at Hu Xiaoyi with a smile and asked.

He actually looked down on Hu Xiaoyi's cultivation!
"What is divine consciousness? Is it the ability to see through all objects, even things that happen hundreds of miles away?"

Hu Xiaoyi opened her eyes wide and asked.

"So you have cultivated your divine consciousness and reached the innate realm?"

Hanguang asked in surprise.

"I don't know if I have cultivated spiritual consciousness. Anyway, I can see people a hundred miles away, and I can see through them. Those people don't seem to be wearing clothes."

Hu Xiaoyi spoke out her feelings calmly.

"what!"

Everyone quickly covered the key parts of their bodies for fear of being seen through by Hu Xiaoyi.

In fact, it is forbidden for monks to use their spiritual sense to see each other, which is a taboo.

But Hu Xiaoyi looked like she was in a daze. It would be hard for anyone to hold her accountable for her "foul"!

In fact, everyone's performance is a kind of shock!
Hu Xiaoyi's incredible cultivation talent was shocked.

From a weak woman in the past, after three days of cultivation, she became a strong ancient martial artist in the Xiantian realm. What kind of cultivation speed is this?
The innate realm of ancient martial arts can cultivate divine consciousness.Spiritual consciousness can cover hundreds of miles, this is the most powerful proof.

It proves that Hu Xiaoyi is already a monk in the innate realm!
As for the perspective of spiritual consciousness, with spiritual consciousness, a layer of qi shield will be formed on the surface of one's body, which can prevent the opponent's spiritual consciousness from invading.

So Hu Hanshan and the others don't have to worry about Hu Xiaoyi seeing through their bodies.

Hu Hanshan was the most excited at this time.

God is so kind to me!
His son Hu Xiaoluo has been cultivating to the golden elixir stage for three months, which has already subverted his worldview. He knows that for some people, cultivating is as easy as drinking cold water.

Now, his daughter Hu Xiaoyi is also a genius in cultivation, and she seems to be making even faster progress than Hu Xiaoluo!
Moreover, even if she has great power, she will not do harm to others.

This is determined by her kind and simple character.

The son is extremely wild, and the daughter is kind and pure to the extreme!
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate! If you arrange such a fate for them, will you let their brothers and sisters kill each other in the future?"

Hu Hanshan couldn't help feeling extremely uneasy.

　Happy Mid-autumn Festival!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)