take care of yourself

Ying Yao's apprentices were all squeezed to the back, and when they heard someone praising their master, they tiptoed their heads one by one, scrambling to reveal the tops of the three heads with straight hair.

Ying Yao couldn't help but want to laugh a little, took back the mustard ring with the Salvation Sword that hadn't touched the tiger for a long time, stood up on his knees, thought about it seriously, and said uncertainly: "Because you are poor?"

When Feng Jian returned to Jianzong, Ying Yao had already got rid of the predicament of the past, and he seemed to have grown into a disciple who could take on important responsibilities. He didn't know Ying Yao's growth experience at first, but Zheng Chuan showed off his apprentice Addicted, he accompanied Zheng Chuan to rebuild the mountain gate all these years, and he acted as a shock when other sects came to test the details of the sword sect, and he was forced to listen to how cute and capable Ying Yao was when he was a child. It's hard to know what happened to him .

Therefore, as soon as Ying Yao said it, he reacted, and said: "It's a blessing in disguise, and it's not a waste of time to accumulate wealth."

Ying Yao has a good idea of ​​his own cultivation speed. He is born with sword bones and has always been handy in practicing swords. Before breaking through the Nascent Soul, he spent a lot of time running around for his livelihood. He has seen many normal monks who may not experience it once in a lifetime. The people and things in the past have already sharpened their minds, plus they were captured and honed by Zhuo Yuanshan, and they were enlightened when they broke free from his control, so they were able to go from being abolished to breaking alchemy smoothly all the way. baby.

"No matter how much time I have accumulated, it will be great enough for me to break through the transformation of the gods." Ying Yao raised his head and looked at the half of the elders who had gathered here. Feeling a little guilty, he couldn't help lowering his voice, "It's still a matter of God." Fortunately, the Dao is available."

He walked through the crowd while saluting, patted his three apprentices on the head one by one, told them to find a place to stay for a while, and asked cautiously: "Do you have any orders from the masters and uncles?"

"Just watch the fun," Feng Jian said without turning his head, "I haven't seen a genius who has reached a small level in three years. After seeing your movements, no matter whether he is amazingly talented or lucky, he can't sit still. , Hurry up and drag your family to watch you."

Ying Yao clapped his hands together dumbfounded, and the sword spirit of Saving the World Sword swayed in his sea of ​​consciousness, turning the desire to lick the big cat into the motivation to fight, and came out to encourage him to take this opportunity to find a few more people to learn from.

Feng Jian had no interest in sparring. He made sure that Ying Yao's sudden breakthrough wasn't because he wanted to go crazy for a while, and left him a piece of skin of an unknown spirit beast. It is very suitable as a scabbard. When Jisujian saw it, he immediately yelled for Ying Yao to take him out of the mustard ring.

Ying Yao turned a deaf ear and sent Du Jie Da Neng away, remembering that Fang Li said before that he cultivated "to be good at being a master of swords", suddenly he muttered a little, suspecting that he had remembered wrongly.

"Silly Ayao," Jiu Sujian sneered at him triumphantly, "It's clearly your Grand Master Fang who cultivated 'becoming a master of swords'. Otherwise, why would you treat him so keenly on beating you?"

Ying Yao thought for a while about the three Jindan apprentices whom Feng Jian had accepted were still helping him with the mundane affairs, and the Jindan apprentices whose legs were shortened by running between several hills, couldn't help but silently nodded.

The sword sect who entered the world has been in Huashan for more than ten years, and all the contacts and connections that should be cultivated in the mountain gate have been prepared. Although the apprentices have accepted them, they have been playing for half a year. It is not interesting, so most of the sects The cultivators of Huashen are too busy to relax, and they can't all go to retreat, so they can only kill time by fighting and tying food.

But they are all familiar with each other, there is nothing new, and they have tasted all the food repair skills around them, and the rest are either too far away to tie them together or they are attached to other sects, so it is not easy to do harm, so Ying Yao As soon as they expressed their intention to compete, these people spontaneously arranged the order of the fight and looked at him eagerly.

It took Ying Yao half a year to finish the discussion with the three Huashens who hadn't retreated, and then brought his apprentices to teach him a lesson. The other two Huashens also came out of the customs. Hearing that there was a lot of excitement here, they also held their swords happily Join the fray.

When they and Ying Yao got tired of playing, Fang Li also woke up from the long exam, took Ying Yao over to teach him a lesson, touched his chin and said, "I have nothing to teach you, you should go to Feng Ge Learn the sword of killing for the first time."

Ying Yao didn't get beaten up this time, only his clothes were a little dirty, he shook the dirt on the hem of his robe, and met Fang Li's eyes and asked bravely: "What is the eighth sword of Fenggeshou? "

"Anyway, it's not 'good at teaching swords'. I said that you are also easy to deceive sometimes." Fang Li shrugged and joked, "I don't know what his eighth sword is called, anyway, it's a murderous sword. Listen It is said that everyone who has seen it is dead. You go learn it, and if you are lucky enough to master a fur... Hey, the fur may not be enough, master [-]%, I guarantee that you will have no opponents in Huashen."

Ying Yao paused for a moment, then unconsciously gripped the hilt of the World-Saving Sword with his fingers, and said softly, "Even if it's a cultivator in the late stage of transformation?"

"It's not enough to beat him, but it's enough to kill him," Fang Li said, "Besides, if you can't kill him once, just come back and practice for a few more years. The lifespan of a cultivator who transforms the gods is nearly a thousand years, so what are you in a hurry for?"