Fast-crossing boss: save the sick, petite and pitiful

Chapter 243 The Hypocritical Master in the Cultivation of Immortals ([-])

Bai Mianmian was dreaming again.

In the dream, the clouds and mist were lingering, and she couldn't leave after walking for a long time.

"Mumbling."

"Master."

It is the voice of Master.

Bai Mianmian turned her head in surprise, but what she received was a merciless whip.

"Master."

She knelt on the ground in embarrassment, the corners of her lips were glaring with blood.

"you……"

"Mianmian." Nan Wan stepped forward and gently wiped away the blood from the corner of her lips: "Don't be afraid, Master's movements will be lighter and it won't hurt."

"Master... respect?"

Bai Mianmian didn't understand what her master was talking about at all.

What does it mean to move lighter?Doesn't it hurt?

"Junior Sister, hurry up, she wants to dig your bones." Sheng Ze appeared from nowhere and stood in front of her.

root?Bai Mianmian was stunned, and looked at Nan Wan in shock.

"Master... respect."

She doesn't believe it.

"Since you all know, then I won't show mercy."

Nan Wan's light words were without any emotion.

how come?
Bai Mianmian was struck by lightning.

She entered the sect at the age of six, worshiped Nan Wan as her teacher at the age of seven, and stayed by Nan Wan's side for more than 50 years.

Now, because of her roots, the old friendship seems to have become a joke.

"Junior Sister, let's go."

Sheng Ze gritted his teeth to resist Nan Wan's attack.

Each time the whip became heavier and harder each time.

"Plop." In the end, he couldn't resist and fell heavily to the ground.

"Brother."

Bai Mianmian came back to her senses, and tremblingly went to support Sheng Ze.

"Junior Sister, hurry up and leave me alone."

Sheng Ze pushed her hard: "Go to Zuo Zhenren and ask him to save you."

"Brother."

"Come on."

Bai Mianmian wiped away the tears from her face and ran forward quickly.

"That's too late."

Nan Wan came to her and reached out to touch her eyebrows.

His body was suddenly stiff and he couldn't move.

"Mumbling."

Nan Wan sighed and stretched out his hand to hit her abdomen.

"Master."

Bai Mianmian begged in a low voice: "Master, don't treat me like this."

People who have lost their roots are like disabled people, who will never be able to practice in the future.

How does Bai Mianmian, who has always been the pride of heaven, accept this.

"Mumbling."

Nan Wan's voice was calm and ethereal: "Sorry."

"No." Bai Mianmian opened her eyes, her heart beating fast.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Ze came over and asked with concern.

"Brother."

Bai Mianmian hugged Sheng Ze: "I had a terrible dream just now. I dreamed that Master was going to dig out my bones."

Sheng Ze was stunned.

The conjectures of the past clearly appeared in his mind, and they were confirmed today.

It turned out to be the root bone.

What Nan Wan wanted from Bai Mianmian turned out to be his bones.

No wonder……

"Brother." Bai Mianmian panicked, "Is this a dream? Master, she wouldn't treat me like this?"

Since she started cultivating immortals, she has never had a dream again, but in the past few days, she has had the same dream over and over again.

It's like an omen.

Sheng Ze slowly hugged her tightly: "Don't be afraid, if that day really comes, I will protect you."

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?" Bai Mianmian suddenly pushed Shengze away.

"It's just a dream."

"Sister-in-law."

She heard the senior brother say word by word: "You know, it's not a dream, it's a premonition."

Immortal cultivators can only dream in one situation—when they are about to encounter danger.

The dream that Bai Mianmian had had meant that that event was not far away.

how come?Bai Mianmian muttered to himself.

How could Master treat her like this?
"Junior Sister, Master has been stuck at the out-of-body peak for 100 years." Sheng Ze sighed.

All the former comrades have ascended to the ascension, and only Shizun is still in the world of cultivating immortals.

Although he is the most powerful person in the world of cultivating immortals, which cultivator does not want to ascend?
Dig the root and say that it originated from the Yaozu.

It is said that the reason why the monster race is so talented is to dig out other people's roots and take them for themselves.

For so many years, no one believed it.

Master believed it.

Bai Mianmian hugged Sheng Ze, cold tears soaked his skirt.

She didn't believe Master would treat her like this, but...

Since entering Jianzong, every step she takes in the future has been calculated.

"Master... respect."

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Bai Mianmian's mouth, will you really treat me like this in the future?
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Chamber.

Shen Rong looked at the man in black on the opposite side in surprise.

"Kill Nanwan? Impossible."

Nan Wan's strength is far superior to his, and he can't do anything against her.

"What are you afraid of?"

The voice of the man in black was hoarse and unpleasant: "Didn't I give you a magic weapon?"

Hearing this, Shen Rong smiled angrily.

"What kind of magic weapon is a mirror?"

It's not some precious fairy artifact.

"This mirror can reflect the desires in people's hearts."

"So what?" Shen Rong frowned.

Everyone has desires, including him.

"Do you know what Nan Wan's desire is?" the man in black wanted to seduce.

"It's nothing more than breaking through the out-of-body stage and ascending to immortality." Shen Rong disagreed.

"That's right." The black-robed man smiled strangely: "Then do you know how she wants to ascend? To dig out the disciple's root and use it for her own use."

"Is she crazy?" Shen Rong couldn't believe it.

He believed the words of the man in black.

After all, the man in black still has to rely on him now, so there is no reason to lie to him.

"In order to ascend, there are naturally various methods." The black-robed man disagreed, "I believe that the suzerain must have a plan in mind, so I will leave first."

Shen Rong held the mirror, his face changing unpredictablely.

"Come on."

He made up his mind: "Please come here, all real people, and just say that I have something important to discuss."

If this matter is true, Nan Wan will be ruined today.

"Yes."

The disciple guarding the door said respectfully.

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"Nan Wan, what do you think he called us here for?" Zuo Zhenren looked around lazily.

The peak owners of several other peaks have come, even those who have been obsessed with retreat.

It is the first time in the past hundred years that such teachers and people have been mobilized.

Nan Wan shook his head slightly.

She also didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Shen Rong's gourd.

"Everyone."

Shen Rong cleared his throat, "I invited you here today because I have something to discuss."

"What's the matter?"

"Kick Nan Wan out of the sect."

Shen Rong looked at Nan Wan at the side, with a cold look in his eyes.

"Impossible." Zuo Zhenren said without hesitation: "Even if we drive you out, we won't drive Nan Wan out."

The reason why Jianzong is today is mostly due to Nanwan.

She is the backbone of Jianzong.

For nearly a hundred years, it was because of her that the world of cultivating immortals was safe and sound.

"Yes."

As soon as the words came out, the people below echoed.

It goes without saying how important a powerhouse at the peak of his body is to the sect.

"I'll show you something." Shen Rong picked up the mirror beside him, "This thing is a mirror for observing the mind, it can reflect the desire buried deep in the heart of the cultivator."

"I've tried it before, and it's true. I swear to heaven, if what I said is false, I will die a terrible death."

"This..." The people present were puzzled.

Why did you mention this all of a sudden?

"Nan Wan, do you dare to give it a try?" Shen Rong cast a sideways glance at Nan Wan.

"You shouldn't dare! After all, you don't want people in the world to know that a master wants to dig out the roots of his apprentices and take them for himself."

"what?"

There was an uproar.

(End of this chapter)