Peach Fortune Ring

"I learned it from the broken exercise book left by my ancestor. This is the hand-copied version of that exercise. You might as well take a look!" While speaking, the middle-aged Taoist nun took out a yellowed book from her bosom. .

Since the other party was willing to show it to him, Song Yan didn't have anything to be polite about.

After receiving it, I started to read it.

With his current mental strength, he has already reached the level of his photographic memory. After quickly reading the whole book, and combining it with the Peiyuan Sutra, he found that this is indeed a cultivation technique for cultivating immortals. If you practice it to the extreme, you can reach the ninth level of congenital .

And there are many gaps and omissions in it.

The only thing of value is that this exercise book comes with some superficial knowledge of talismans.

"How many talismans can you draw?" Song Yan closed the book and asked the middle-aged Taoist nun.

A look of shame flashed in the other party's eyes: "Pindao knows a kind of body talisman, and after drawing it for so many years, it only succeeded a few times!"

There are three methods of drawing talismans in the kung fu, and the drawing process needs to inject the true energy of the immortal cultivator. This middle-aged Taoist girl practiced the incomplete kung fu, and the energy cultivated in her body was only between the true energy and the true energy. Successfully drawing three cards is considered a piece of shit luck.

Moreover, these three talismans are all low-level talismans, which are fine against ordinary warriors, but useless against powerful warriors.

"Why do you judge that I am a cultivator?" Song Yan asked playfully as he returned the exercises to the middle-aged Taoist nun.

The middle-aged Taoist nun hesitated and said: "There are two points. First, my talisman failed to immobilize the young master. Second, the poor Taoist fell into the young master's hands inexplicably. Anyone who can have such a mysterious method, except for immortal cultivators, the poor Taoist also I can't think of anyone who can do it!"

"You guessed right! I am indeed a cultivator!"

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged Taoist nun knelt down in front of Song Yan: "My lord, can you teach Pindao the real skills of cultivating immortals? Pindao is willing to bring the Xuannv sect under your command!"

Seeing this, a hesitant look flashed across Song Yan's face.

Seeing that Song Yan refused to agree, the middle-aged Taoist nun offered a jade bracelet with both hands and said, "My lord, this is a magic weapon obtained by the poor! It's useless to stay here, please accept it, my lord!"

[Author's digression]: The five chapters have been updated.

Chapter 187

Song Yan's eyes fell on the jade bracelet, and when he saw the inscription pattern on the jade bracelet, he narrowed his eyes, couldn't help being moved, looked at the middle-aged Taoist nun and said: "I want me to teach you the skills of cultivating immortals Fa is also fine, but you have to never betray me, can you do it?"

"Subordinates can."

The middle-aged Taoist could not help but be overjoyed. Today's Xuannv Sect has been reduced to a third-rate sect, and their disciples all have the characteristics of a cauldron. In order to preserve the inheritance, they have to send some beautiful disciples to be other people's playthings. It can be said that Xuannv Sect The door has been lingering.

Although the sacrifice of becoming Song Yan's servant is relatively high, it is an opportunity for Xuannvmen to get rid of the current embarrassing situation.

Over the years, she has been trying to track down the whereabouts of the immortal cultivators, but she has not found a single person, which shows how precious the immortal cultivators are, so it is not a shame to be a servant of the immortal cultivators.

"Look up!" Song Yan shouted.

"Yes!"

The middle-aged nun raised her head and looked at Song Yan nervously.

The next moment, Song Yan pointed out that it was right between the eyebrows of the middle-aged Taoist nun, and then the puppet's magic power activated.

After a short period of confusion, the middle-aged nun's eyes regained clarity, and she bowed respectfully to Song Yan and said, "Jingyan sees the master!"

"Ok!"

Song Yan nodded, and injected a ray of divine light of life into her body to heal the wound on her face, and the other party thanked her again.

The other party has been controlled by him with puppet powers, so Song Yan directly taught her the skills of "Pei Yuan Jing" to the ninth level of congenital.

Jingyan, who had obtained the exercises, couldn't help feeling like a treasure, and immediately sat cross-legged and began to comprehend.

One quarter of an hour.

Two quarters of an hour.

Three quarters of an hour.

An hour later, a powerful aura burst out of Jingyan's body, but she broke through to the fifth level of innateness in one fell swoop by relying on her complete cultivation skills.

"Bang bang bang!"

Jing Yan respectfully kowtowed three times to Song Yan: "Thank you, Master, for the gift!"

"En!" Song Yan nodded: "Tell me about the innate masters of your Xuannv sect."

"Yes, Master!"

According to Jingyan's story, Song Yan learned that there are only more than a hundred people in the Xuannv Sect. Except for her as the head, her four junior sisters are all congenital masters, one congenital triple, one congenital double, and two congenital. one heavy.

Of the remaining disciples, the strongest one is only acquired Consummation, the red-haired woman is Zhuge Yuelian, the disciple of her junior sister Jingxian.

After listening to Jingyan's introduction, Song Yan was quite satisfied. After this incident was over, he went to Xuannvmen and subdued her four junior sisters. In this way, he had four more underlings. Innate master.

Then Song Yan ordered that without his permission, he could not pass on the Peiyuan Sutra to others, and Jingyan quickly nodded in agreement.

That night, Song Yan stayed in this small courtyard.

With a thought, he took out the copper sword, cut his finger, and dripped a drop of blood on the sword. Immediately, the copper sword absorbed his blood.

Soon, Song Yan felt that there was a special connection between him and Tong Jian.

Holding the copper sword in one hand and the spirit crystal in the other, he began to inject real energy into the sword.

However, what happened last time did not happen. After absorbing part of the true energy, the sword body made a crackling sound, but the copper green on the surface fell off, revealing the simple and unadorned sword body.

"Buzz!"

At the same time, a stream of information flew into Song Yan's mind from the copper sword.

"Bronze sword, third-rank upper-rank flying sword!"

There are also grades for magic weapons, which are divided into nine grades, the first grade is the lowest, and the ninth grade is the highest, and each grade is divided into lower grade, middle grade, and upper grade.

For Song Yan, the flying sword of the third rank and upper rank is a bit difficult to control, but it is good to be used as a trump card.

After pinching a sword formula, the originally simple and unpretentious sword body suddenly burst into a circle of light, and then flew out like lightning.

"puff!"

With a soft sound, the flying sword sank directly into the wall like cutting tofu.

"return!"

There was another soft sound, and the flying sword flew out of the wall and fell into Song Yan's hand.