Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

When You Jia met Feng Qingxiu, he was blowing a wind on the cliff.

Squid who was in a good mood for a bath stretched out his hand to pick him up: "What do you think, big brother?"

"I am a beginner after you, why do you all call me brother?" Feng Qingxiu turned her head, slightly curious.

He asked Master, Master said, why bother about the title—in fact, he vaguely thinks that maybe Master doesn’t know.

He feels that he may have a demon, so the master will be different. The master in the demon stage should be smooth, and it is better not to ask too many questions that have nothing to do with the practice.

"It's an interesting thing here." You Jia explained to him, "When the martial arts first established, Kun-Lai had only a few peaks. At that time, we accepted disciples. All of our fathers and relatives wanted to worship under the head."

However, it was useless. The only consequence was that there were a few more human demons who were hanging on branches and were struck by thunder in Zhaoyue Peak.

Several elders asked not to worship the leader as a teacher, and it was understood that they wanted to take away all good apprentices and not give them to the leader.

Of course, more people went to find the head, and then they were taken away by the big array.

This can't stop people who are eager for Taoism.

At that time, there was an old pine on Zhaoyue Peak, which was quite spiritual. There were more and more people hanging out every year.

Seeing that the head didn't mean to get angry, the elders didn't care.

Countless people fell under the hand of the head, and I saw countless corpses under Zhaoyue Peak all the year round. Once Elder Yan passed by and said sarcastically that anyone who could be the disciple of the head would call him brother corpse!

The corpse of the corpse.

So for a long time, some people will say that whoever can be a dead brother will be fine.

Gradually it spread, saying that the four words of the head disciple were too troublesome to write. When discussing on the Internet, everyone naturally used the corpse brother instead.

For example: "Oh, today I was admitted to the chief, have I been in the sect? I feel like I can become a corpse brother."

"You take three exams at a time, you think you are brother corpse, so do you?"

And so on.

"So, the so-called brother..." Feng Qingxiu felt Sanguan shattered.

"Don't worry, we will call you Big Brother from now on, not the corpse!" You Jia comforted him.

"Don't, you should call me Junior Brother..." Feng Qingxiu couldn't feel comforted.

"Recently, it’s just that everyone vented their dissatisfaction. After all, your rise is too surprising. You can call it a few days later. For example, I should call you...Little Master." You Jia shouted with satisfaction, "Today Bai Bai For the month of the month, thank you little uncle!"

"You..." Feng Qingxiu said with a smile, "I remember it."

"The great grace must be paid back, you are welcome, I have something to do, let's say goodbye first!" Youjia felt very happy that he was bullied by the senior.

Who says that physical injuries are the ones that hurt? There are so many ways to cause trouble.

Feng Qingxiu embraced her arms, and it was a little funny to see the other person leaving, thinking that this senior was also silly and naive.

They are also so entangled in coaxing a ignorant senior sister, so let's do it a favor.

The question now is how to solve the family...

"Very annoying?" Ji Yunlai walked out from him, smiling and turning his head.

"One thing," Feng Qingxiu has long been used to Ji Yun's random coming and going, turning her head to look at him sadly, "I'm very troubled."

"Do you want to help?" Ji Yunlai chuckled and sent some mortals to Kun-Lai. For him, it was just a matter of effort, even if some were more than 100, it was only a hundred years.

"You are breaking your rules." Feng Qingxiu frowned slightly and refused, "I can help them apply for entry and give them the help I can, but I can't cross the line. Don't test me."

"How is the test? It's just to make my apprentice happy." Ji Yunlai smiled and said, "Xiaoqing knows that children who can cry are more rewarded."

"But I am not a child after all." Feng Qingxiu said proudly, "If there are really good children, can I still hold them down?"

"Then how the family confessed, your mother just cried so you were at a loss." Ji Yun didn't feel too much at all when he watched the disciples lively.

"Not to mention how unreasonable it was for her to ask my brothers to enter your door. If you really agreed, I'm afraid my family won't be able to get through tomorrow." Feng Qingxiu smiled bitterly. It's not that he doesn't want to help, it's his mother too. Too unreasonable, not to mention that the three younger brothers do not have the qualifications to choose dragons and phoenixes. The requirement to enter the master's school alone has passed him to heaven. Compared with this, sending some family disciples into the door is very small. Things are up.

Really those big families in Kun-Lai are vegetarian?

With a little encouragement, countless jealous people can clean up the family.

The head can certainly protect them, but how can it be easy to control the back of the human heart? If you really control it, the atmosphere will be broken.

"Apprentice, you can see so clearly, it makes me feel a lot less fun." Ji Yunlai smiled and pointed at the apprentice's forehead.

A mental method immediately flooded into my mind, and then it seemed that there was still a halo, a seed, and the seed changed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and took root and sprouted.

"This is..." Feng Qingxiu read a few words in silence, a little startled.

"Kunlai's mental method is too empty and unmoving, and it is more suitable for the true species of Yunfu!" Ji Yunlai said casually.

"It seems that the true species of Yunfu can only be made during the period of harmony... Two hundred thousand spiritual stones are priceless..." Of course, Feng Qingxiu knows that the true species of Yunfu, the three most treasures of Kunlai, can evolve into the most suitable for oneself with the mind The spiritual roots of the gods, and then strengthen the spiritual roots themselves, its simplified version of the Yunfu Dao-seed is already a price that ordinary disciples cannot afford.

"Little Qing." The head of Ji said to him earnestly, "You are my disciple. Be generous. The whole Kun-Lai belongs to me, and of course it is also yours."

"..." It makes sense, Feng Qingxiu is speechless, but always feels something is wrong.

"Cultivate hard." Ji Yunlai expressed his satisfaction, and with a random exhortation, he turned and walked into the void.

He stepped out, close to the horizon, just a blink of an eye, he had already returned to Zhaoyuefeng's front yard.

Seeing him approaching by a camellia plant next to him, the white camellia blossomed happily, the flowers were as big as a bucket, and they were more colorful. The flowers bloomed perfectly, and the blooming moment made him happy.

It's like seeing Xiaoqing grow up.

He knew what happened before the mountain.

But he didn't need to shoot.

He believed that Feng Qingxiu had the ability to deal with, and he was certain that those juniors would not dare to be too presumptuous.

Sure enough, Xiaoqing resolved it quickly.

However, the disciple's cultivation level is too bad to bear. As a master, you can't use less in the cultivation of life-saving things for good things.

This is also the reason why Ji Yun came forward to look for him after the matter was over.

What I have to worry about now is himself. Today, he is like a newcomer playing an old account. I don't know how to play the skill. Although he can use his level to crush the trumpet, it will be very troublesome if he matches the same level.

Being proficient earlier is right.

He stretched out his hand, and a white camellia blossomed in his palm.

Layers upon layers, extremely beautiful, the soft light of the petals reflected on his face, and he flicked a petal.

The petals that fell off then withered and sank into the earth.

Life and death, prosperity and death.

Success or failure.

His five fingers joined together, and the petals disappeared at the slender, white fingertips.

Walk into the old house.

Behind him, countless flowers bloomed without observing the season.

Withered again in an instant.

Only the white tea that opened with joy has not changed.

——

On the other side, Ji Yun came and walked quickly, leaving Feng Qingxiu alone in the wind.

Close your eyes and feel this expensive gift.

That Dao Seed seemed to be made by Ji Yunlai and planted with his own hands. It fits perfectly with his spiritual roots. With this alone, he feels that the speed of spiritual energy conversion has at least doubled.

And what is even more exciting is his shadow.

Almost in the blink of an eye he entered into the sea of ​​his knowledge, holding the spiritual roots transformed by the true species, stroking and rubbing up and down, exactly the same as the group of guys who wanted to breathe in immortal breath, and he couldn't bear to look more.

So he angrily drove the shadow out of the sea of ​​knowledge-after all, he had the final say here.

The shadow seemed to be wronged by the sky, and squatted down and ignored him.

Feng Qingxiu was speechless for a while, and she had no choice but to sit in the wind and continue to watch this Kun-Lai treasure's high-level Taoism.

Then he felt very familiar.

Familiar ones seem to remember the next sentence just by reading a sentence, and then follow the guidance, there are many things around...

But he didn't know what it was.

Just watching the shadow eat very happily.

And as the shadow eats happily, his skill rises uncontrollably.

As the sun rises and the moon sets, there is no sign of stopping.

The cultivation base began to rise uncontrollably.

Isn't it, this Kun-Lai mentality is so powerful?

This is too great!

Feng Qingxiu felt it silently, looking at the cultivation base as if river water entered the field, rising at a visible speed.

Mid-term foundation construction, sixth, seventh, eighth...

No, it's going to the ninth floor.

Nine floors!

Still rising!

Completed the foundation building? ? ?

Isn't it? Could it be that it will rise again, but it will be the golden core!

Then Jindan no longer rises...

and many more!

Feng Qingxiu almost wanted to scream out.

what's going on?

Where's the robbery?

Where's the demon?

It’s terrifying. This is a level promotion. Before the breakthrough, which monk didn’t collect all kinds of magic weapons, consolidate the cultivation base, and choose a good place to make perfect preparations before breaking through?

He rises up like a sip of tea, without even saying hello!

too frightening!

This inexplicable way of upgrading he is simply indescribable!

Master, help!

The head apprentice, who had always been calm, couldn't calm down at all. He got up a little embarrassed, ready to go to the master.

Only after passing a corner, I heard a soft sigh.

"The sky is quiet, how thinner than me..." An elegant and melancholy voice, and then a glimpse from the corner of his eyes, he saw Gao Ya Matsushita, a young man was raising his sword and cutting his throat, and snarled himself down.

Feng Qingxiu instinctively stepped forward to stop it.

Suddenly, the sudden change occurred!

A long sword was silently placed on his neck, and it was the young man with dark skin and a ring hanging on his neck who pointed the sword in front of him.

Eyebrows are very domineering, but he doesn't know them.

"I need you to do me a favor." He said.