Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

Luo Wanshan was swept away and found that Song Xue had no spiritual root, and his face was a little impatient.

"Daoyou is the title between peers. You are a mortal, and you are also known as the old man?"

"Yes, yes, the seniors are angry, and the juniors know the mistakes."

Song Xue was startled, her face was pale, and she apologized.

Five years ago, she was introduced by Song Yiming, and came to Yunmengcheng to study medical skills in Jishi Hall.

Later, with Song Yiming, he became the elder and Song Xue's identity, which also rose and was arranged to the treasure pavilion to become a maid.

However, Song Xue came to the treasure pavilion for a month. Many monks saw that she had no spiritual roots, so she looked at it and did not want to contact it.

After this month, there are only a few people who have received immortals.

"Huh! I will spare you this time, and dare to scream again next time, I will look good."

"This jade slips are the spiritual materials needed by the old man, maybe your treasure pavilion, maybe you can make up?"

Luo Wanshan snorted coldly and threw a jade slips to Song Xue.

"Senior waiting, the juniors are ready."

Song Xue took Yu Jian, hurried into the attic, read by a manager, and began to grasp the medicine according to the prescription.

She was used to it, and her arrogance to Luo Wanshan was not attentive.

In the Treasure Pavilion, there are many decorative decorations and many magical materials, various magic weapons, elixir, and spiritual charm.

Luo Wanshan wandered on the surface, secretly raised his ears, listening carefully.

In the Treasure Pavilion, there are many monks, and they are talking about Song Yiming.

"Did you hear? Song Yiming, killed the Shi clan chief, dare to do it."

"That's what happened two years ago. I heard that Song Yiming had entered the middle of the foundation, and his strength was unpredictable."

"His! In the middle of the foundation, this talent is 13 years old, so scary!"

Luo Wanshan frowned.

Even if the qualifications of Tianling root, want to be thirteen years old and enter the middle of the base, it is extremely difficult. It is possible to consume a lot of elixir to do it.

"In the secret state, this son will definitely get a big chance, otherwise, it is impossible to have this practice."

In Luo Wanshan's heart, more and more affirmed that Song Yiming was inherited in ancient times, and his heart became hotter.

After a cup of tea, Song Xue was holding a jade plate with several pills on it, and Yingying came.

"Senior, this is the spiritual material you want, a total of ten spirit stones."

Song Xue opened Zhu's lips, his voice was crisp.

Luo Wanshan waved his ten lingers to Song Xue.

"Senior, the number of spirit stones ..."

Song Xue took the spirit stone, and suddenly felt that the palm of her palm was hot, and a trace of aura flooded out of the spirit stone, drilling into her limbs.

Ten spiritual stones in your hand, dimmed at the speed visible to the naked eye and turned into fly ash.

"Huh? What about my spirit stone?"

"This ... what's going on?"

Song Xuejiao whispered, her face was pale.

Lingshi is the currency of Xianxian Realm. She is the maid of the treasure pavilion and naturally knows it.

However, in the previous few trading, the buyer all gave the spirit stone directly to the manager. For the first time, she was in contact with Lingshi.

"Senior, this ... junior is not clear, how can Lingshi disappear?"

Song Xue was panicked and was at a loss.

If she let the treasure pavilion lose ten spiritual stones, she may be kicked out of Yunmeng City.

"It's okay, the old man will give you ten more."

Surprisingly, Luo Wanshan not only did not blame it, but his eyes were shining, as if he found a rare treasure and looked at Song Xue.

He took out ten spirit stones again and handed it to Song Xue.

Song Xue's heart was strange, but she didn't dare to pick it up.

As just now, as soon as Lingshi came into contact with Song Xue, he turned into a flying ash.

"Senior, Lingshi is gone!"

Song Xue wanted to cry without tears, and Jiao's body trembled, as if a helpless little lamb.

"Haha, okay, okay, okay!"

Luo Wanshan laughed at his palm and looked excited.

In the rumors, there is a congenital spirit, which is aura, and has the affinity far beyond ordinary people. When cultivation, the aura will automatically influx into the body.

This constitution is called [Empty Body], also known as [Empty Gen].

With empty spirit roots, when cultivation, you can compress the aura and repeatedly temper. The foundation is solid, no bottleneck, and pointing directly at Yuan Ying.

However, there is also a disadvantage of ethereal body, that is, when cultivation, a lot of aura needs to be consumed.

Generally, even if such disciples appear, they can't afford it. Only those big factions can cultivate.

Just now, Song Xue's twice in contact with the spirit stone, all of which have dissipated the aura in the spirit stone, which is exactly the same as the characteristics of the empty body.

"Empty root, absolutely ethereal root!"

"Hahaha, the old man is very lucky, and he encounters an ethereal body."

"If this woman, if it is practicing the dual practice method, it is simply a against the sky, so that the old man can directly break through the realm of Jin Dan."

"Moreover, Master the elderly, the limit is approaching, just need a spirit root to be the heavenly man, as a container for grabbing."

Luo Wanshan was excited and looked hot.

He had already thought about it. He first brought Song Xue back to the five poisonous doors, passed on his double practice method, and used Yuan Yin to help him break through Jin Dan.

Then, as a container, dedicated to Master for the position of the Lord.

Two birds!

"Little Girl, what are your names, can you worship the old husband as a teacher?"

Luo Wanshan took a deep breath, holding his heart and excitement, and the beautiful road.

Song Xue was watched by Luo Wanshan, and she took a few steps back subconsciously.

"Ah? Pay worship as a teacher?"

"Senior, I ... I have no spirit root, can I cultivate immortals?"

Song Xue's body trembled, with a look of disbelief on her face.

In the past five years, she has been exposed to the world and knows that immortal cultivators can fly into the sky, move mountains and seas, and have all kinds of incredible magical powers.

However, she has no spiritual roots and is destined to have no chance of becoming an immortal.

Unexpectedly, today there is an immortal cultivator who takes the initiative to accept her as a disciple.

"Hehe, although you don't have spiritual roots, your aptitude is far better than others. If you take me as your master, you will definitely embark on the road of cultivating immortals."

Luo Wanshan smiled slightly and persuaded her.

"I... I am willing!"

Song Xue agreed immediately without hesitation.

As long as she can cultivate immortals, she is willing to do anything.

She has always wanted to repay the life-saving grace of the past, but the gap in status is too big, and she can't even see Song Yiming.

"Okay, okay, from now on, you are my disciple, Luo Wanshan."

"Master will take you back to the sect and teach you the immortal cultivation method."

Luo Wanshan looked excited and strode out of the Treasure Pavilion with Song Xue.

"Senior, please stay!"

A steward frowned and saw the maid in the pavilion being taken away by a strange cultivator, and his expression was anxious.

"Senior, this is the Treasure Pavilion. It seems inappropriate for you to take away our maid!"

"An ant-like thing dares to block my way?"

Luo Wanshan's expression turned cold, and he waved his sleeves. A powerful spiritual power surged out and directly threw the steward out.

Poor steward, only the seventh level of Qi Refining, how could he withstand Luo Wanshan's attack, spitting blood from his mouth and fainting on the spot.

"Hmph! A little maid in the Treasure Pavilion, it is your blessing for me to take her away."

Luo Wanshan snorted coldly, grabbed Song Xuehao's wrist, jumped up, turned into a beam of light, and flew out of the city.

In the Treasure Pavilion, there was a dead silence.

Everyone looked at the unconscious steward, looked at each other, and was silent.

"Just now... the one just now seemed to be a foundation-building cultivator. Even the manager was severely injured by the blow."

"This girl was favored by a foundation-building cultivator. What a blessing."

"Hmph! What blessing? I think it's a disaster. This girl is so beautiful. If she falls into the hands of that old man, I'm afraid it will be a disaster."

"In any case, someone is brazenly making trouble in the Treasure Pavilion. It must be reported to the family!"

A direct descendant of the Song family took out the communication jade slip and reported what happened just now to the family.

Unfortunately, the jade slip flew into the air and was intercepted by a figure.

"There is no need to report this matter."

"I will handle it myself."

As soon as the voice fell, a purple-clothed boy with a black butterfly on his shoulder walked into the Treasure Pavilion.