Self-help strategy of slag cannon fodder

Bai Xuan, who was taken back to the old den of the Lingxiao Sect by his master and senior brother, lived the comfortable life of salted fish as before.

But I have experienced the painful experience of being hanged and beaten twice when I went down the mountain.

Bai Xuan thought, it is still necessary to practice the kung fu and sword skills well, at least not to be shot flying as soon as the sword came out last time.

It's fine for the Blood Bat King, but even a flower picker can have such abilities. After all, he is also the apprentice of Qiu Muchen, a leader in the cultivation world, so how could he be so shameful.

Qianji Pagoda is the best place for retreat in Lingxiao faction.

He went directly to Qiu Muchen and told him that he wanted to go to Qianji Pagoda for retreat.

The realm corresponding to each floor of the Thousand Machines Tower can create the best and suitable cultivation environment for those who are at this level of cultivation.

Just entering is not free, you need to contribute points, and those in the foundation building period get [-] points a day.

And Bai Xuan's contribution points are: zero!

Zha Xuan hated the autumn curtain, and wanted to go to the Thousand Machine Tower to practice and take on a big task by himself - he was not afraid of failing to complete it, because there would be a large group of strong seniors vying to form a team with him first.

The most important thing is that no matter how many players he does, all the contribution points will belong to him in the end.

This is not because Zha Xuan is unreasonable and robbing, but because those people did it voluntarily.In fact, more people are willing to contribute points to Zha Xuan for nothing to let him go to Qianji Tower, but Zha Xuan doesn't want to take it for nothing.

When Bai Xuan watched it at the time, he felt very strange. Isn't this hard work the same as the result of those people giving him free contribution points?

That being the case, why bother?

Anyway, Zha Xuan's self-esteem has twists and turns so hard to understand.

Bai Xuan didn't want to bother doing missions to earn contributions, so he went straight to his golden thigh and asked him to open a back door.

Qiu Mu Shen didn't say anything, and directly gave him a jade tablet.

This jade token is used by elders, it can go to any floor in the Thousand Machines Tower, and it has an unlimited lifespan.

Take the jade card and come to the Thousand Chance Pagoda. The Thousand Chance Pagoda is also called the Thousand Illusion Pagoda. There are thousands of illusions on each floor, ensuring that every disciple who enters can retreat quietly without being disturbed by others.

Bai Xuan came to the foundation-building stage on the second floor. Although it was an illusion, it was very real, and even the flowing air carried the fragrance of fragrant grass.

There was also Zhang Shibed, even though he was in seclusion, Bai Xuan did not wrong himself, he recruited the puppet maidservant, arranged everything, and then took out the sword manual and practiced according to it.

Cultivation is a very boring thing, especially for a fake monk like Bai Xuan, relying on the original foundation of the body and his own comprehension, within three months, Bai Xuan has become proficient in swordsmanship.

Feeling that he has completely mastered the ability of this body, he left the test, and urgently needs to find someone to show off.

Bai Xuan was not familiar with other people, so he went directly to Sikong Yan.

It was only then that I learned that during his retreat period, Sikong Yan had already condensed the golden core, and his cultivation had doubled several times, but he didn't know this until he had spoken his words. He felt a little embarrassed, but Sikong Yan had already agreed.

When the two came to the martial arts training ground, the people around knew that they were going to have a competition, so they all gathered and surrounded the martial arts training ground tightly.

In front of so many people, Bai Xuan didn't want to make a fool of himself.

Thinking that Sikong Yan's cultivation base is one level higher than his, Bai Xuan said to him: "You don't have to fight too hard when you are learning martial arts, senior brother, your cultivation base is higher than mine, if you show me some love, I won't strike too hard .”

Sikong Yan said with a smile: "No need, junior brother, you can do whatever you want."

Bai Xuan was not polite anymore, and with his dazzling swordsmanship and blinding light, he began to wrestle with Sikong Yan's sword.

As soon as he made a move, he noticed that Sikong Yan's brows were slightly wrinkled, and he was overjoyed.

This is, shocked by his powerful swordsmanship? !

Sure enough, it was someone who wore books, no matter how cannon fodder, the author would give him a silver finger.

The two of them came and went, their moves were extremely fierce, and the dazzling sword light flickered continuously.

Bai Xuan did his best, because Sikong Yan was also very strong, and he didn't know how to control his strength, but as time went by, Sikong Yan's complexion became worse and worse, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Bai Xuan became happier and his shots became stronger.

After just a stick of incense, Bai Xuan also lost.

The defeat was expected, and he didn't think that the three months he temporarily hugged could compare with these people who had practiced for more than ten or twenty years.

He was already very happy to be able to stick to a stick of incense under Sikong Yan.

Bai Xuan put away his sword, looked at Sikong Yan who had an ugly face, and waited triumphantly for his surprise and praise.

It is a little strange that the faces of the onlookers are a little strange.

"Junior brother, why did your swordsmanship regress so much?"

Sikong Yan looked at Bai Xuan, hesitated for a while, and then expressed the doubt in his heart.

"..."

Bai Xuan's face immediately turned dark.

I dare say that he frowned vigorously in the martial arts competition just now, not because he was surprised by the 'improvement' of his swordsmanship, but because he was enduring his extremely poor swordsmanship!

In fact, the 'regression' that Sikong Yan just said was reserved. Although Bai Xuan's swordsmanship seemed fierce, his technique was as rusty as a little monk who had just learned swordsmanship, and he used the sword like a hatchet.

Not to mention that Sikong Yan, who was duel with him, could see it, and the people watching below could also see Bai Xuan's 'beginner's swordsmanship'.

"Junior brother, did you suffer some injuries, that's why you..."

Sikong Yan was also a little hesitant, because he didn't look like him either. Although he was not familiar with the use of spiritual power and his swordsmanship was jerky, the thick and pure spiritual power didn't look like he was injured.

"do not talk!"

Bai Xuan felt ashamed and humiliated, he didn't dare to look at Sikong Yan's 'concerned' face and the weirdness of the people around him.

He turned around and left, no matter how much Sikong Yan yelled, he couldn't help it.

The surrounding onlookers immediately gloated and said to Sikong Yan one after another:

"Senior Brother Sikong, you are miserable, Junior Brother Bai doesn't want to see you anymore."

"Junior Brother Bai is the best way to save face. How can you meet him in the future if you are doing so much face to Junior Brother Bai today?"

"That's right, you win as long as you win, why do you still say that Junior Brother Bai is not good at swordsmanship, isn't that laughing at others after winning?"

As soon as these words came out, Bai Xuan fans immediately besieged with spittle: "Hey, nonsense, Senior Brother Bai's swordsmanship is the most powerful, he is just not in a good state today."

"Get out, get out, don't look at your own swordsmanship, and dare to speak ill of Senior Brother Bai..."

Looking at the noisy scene, Sikong Yan frowned, thought for a moment, and still caught up.

When Bai Xuan returned to Qingyun Peak, his whole face was gloomy, and his whole body became more and more indifferent. The chill exuded made people who saw him along the way dare not breathe, lest they offend this little ancestor.

When Bai Xuan returned to his residence, he was so angry that he couldn't eat - no, he didn't have anything to eat!

Thinking of this, I feel even more sad.

No matter how much he pretends to be a half-baked person, he has inherited his aptitude and spiritual strength, but he is not the original, let alone a majestic cultivator!

Except for Yujian throwing away the talisman, he will never get anything else.

After three months of hard work, patience and patience, I practiced swordsmanship, but I still 'regressed'!

Bai Xuan felt aggrieved, even more aggrieved!

Two servants came to the door and asked him if Sikong Yan was outside, let him in.

Bai Xuan was even angrier, before he could say "Get out", it suddenly occurred to him that Sikong Yan was the best person to Bai Xuan in the original text.

Besides, Sikong Yan is not to blame for his poor swordsmanship, Sikong Yan was just telling the truth, but it is not good for him to blame others for this.

"Forget it, let him come in."

He sighed in his heart, because of the sacrifice of the Bai family and Qiu Muchen's favor, the whole Lingxiao faction was used to his bad temper, which caused Bai Xuan to be affected a bit, and his temper became more and more pampered.

Si Kongyan knew that every time he made Bai Xuan angry, Bai Xuan would never want to see him, and this time he only came to see him just in case, but he didn't think that Bai Xuan would really want to see him.

As soon as Sikong Yan saw him, he immediately admitted his mistake: "Brother, I'm sorry, it's the brother's fault. As long as you forgive the brother, let the brother do whatever he wants."

As long as the younger brother can extinguish the fire, don't ignore him, even if he is beaten up by the younger brother.

Bai Xuan felt helpless, look, it was obvious that he was unreasonable and could not afford to lose, but Sikong Yan admitted his mistake to him, and his attitude was 12 very sincere.In this way, how could Zha Xuan's temper not be spoiled.

Bai Xuan felt that he was a well-behaved rich second generation, but he was almost influenced.

Bai Xuan felt quite embarrassed, and said, "Senior brother, you don't have to be like this. I think my swordsmanship has indeed regressed a lot, and I want to come back and practice more."

Sikong Yan let out an "oh", but he obviously had doubts in his heart.

It wouldn't be normal if he didn't doubt it, Bai Xuan purposely went to Qianji Pagoda to retreat for three months, but his swordsmanship 'regressed' when he came out, Bai Xuan himself felt ashamed and flustered.

Seeing that he was really not angry with him, Sikong Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and then carefully probed: "How about I accompany my junior brother to practice sword?"

Bai Xuan shook his head: "No, next year will be the Elite League. Brother, if you have time, you should practice more, try your best to win a good ranking among the geniuses in the cultivation world, and win glory for our Lingxiao faction."

The Elite League is a competition among young disciples from various famous sects and famous families in the cultivation world, held every five years.The ranking obtained in the competition is related to the appearance of the sect, which is very important.

A scum like Bai Xuan is not prepared to participate, but Sikong Yan is the No.1 of the younger generation of the Lingxiao Sect, so he must participate.

After politely seeing off Sikong Yan, Bai Xuan was very depressed, staying in the room for a long time, but he didn't want the autumn curtain to sink.

"However, if you lost the match, what is there to be sad about?"

Qiu Muchen walked over, but Bai Xuan didn't get up. Seeing the dejected look on the master's face, Qiu Muchen sat down beside him, and said with a soft smile, "It's not shameful to lose to your senior brother."

The two were too close, and Qiu Muchen's breath was too pleasant and reassuring. Bai Xuan leaned his head against his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "It's not because of this..."

Qiu Muchen was taken aback by his intimate behavior, then smiled, stroked his smooth hair, and said, "Why is that?"

Bai Xuan didn't speak.

He just felt that he was too useless to do anything well.

In his previous life, he couldn't do anything well. His brother managed a large company, but he couldn't even manage a small branch.

Coming here, it seems to be the same, I don't know how to practice, and my swordsmanship is not good.

He is so useless, how will he fight against the protagonist in the future, and how will he escape from the "Ten Years of Wailing Poison" by the Royal Poison Lord? !

That's all right, I'm afraid it will hurt the Ling Xiao faction, and the master and brother who treat him well.

"Master, please change the sword for me." Bai Xuan said suddenly.

Qiu Mu laughed lightly and said, "It's not about the sword."

"We need to change the sword!"

Bai Xuan insisted, this fairy sword of his could even be taken away by a flower picker, and even lost to Sikong Yan, it is really useless!

"That's fine, you use Master's Xuanshuang, and Master uses your Baixia, how about we compare each other?"

Bai Xuan secretly rolled his eyes, raised his head, and looked like 'Master, are you kidding me'.

Qiu Muchen felt that the little apprentice's expression was too cute, and wanted to pinch his face, as if feeling too intimate, so he retracted his hand again, only smiled and said: "I will show mercy."

Bai Xuan thought for a while, looked at him and said, "Not only are you being merciful, you can only use [-]% of your cultivation at most."

Qiu Mu said solemnly: "It's half done."

So crazy, is this looking down on him or being too confident.

Facts have proved that it is Bai Xuan himself who is too confident!

The two swords were exchanged.

Bai Xuan gave Qiu Muchen his Baixia Sword, and got Qiu Muchen's Xuanshuang.

The fairy sword Xuanshuang, which is heavy in autumn, has a gentle and gentle charm, like its own person, like its nature, with a cold light shining, not angry and majestic.

Holding the sword, Bai Xuan's confidence suddenly increased.

But in the face of absolute strength, this level of confidence is still not enough. When comparing with Qiu Mushen, even though Qiu Mushen suppressed his cultivation, he still showed [-]% of his affection, but Bai Xuan didn't even have half a stick of incense time. Didn't hold on.

In Bai Xuan's hands, Bai Xia, who was used for decoration, was in Qiu Mu Shen's hands, as if the power of the sky had been added, and suddenly became fierce. On the other hand, Xuanshuang, although still sharp, seemed like an adult's sword in the hands of a child. Can't exert [-]% of the power.

Using Xuanshuang to fight is not much better than Bai Xia, at least Bai Xia is his fairy sword, and he has a good understanding with him, but Xuanshuang's power is too strong, he can't hold it down at all.

Bai Xuan was very frustrated: "Forget it, I don't need a sword anymore."

"So you lose confidence and give up the way of the sword?" Qiu Muchen walked over, handed Bai Xia to him, and said softly to him: "Don't be discouraged, Master will teach you."

Bai Xuan raised his head, looked at the extremely gentle master, he couldn't say anything to refuse, he was a little hesitant: "Will it be difficult?" In fact, what he wanted to say was whether it would be very tiring.

Qiu Mu said with a deep smile, "No."