How could Duan Xiyang have such a good temper to teach others? If it weren't for Yan Beihan, he wouldn't even be qualified to be scolded, let alone being taught by Duan Xiyang.

Therefore, she firmly memorized every word, then verified and studied it; in the shortest time, she understood it.

Because Duan Xiyang cannot always follow Yan Beihan. After he understands this, he can take good care of Yan Beihan and gradually turn him into Yan Beihan's own thing...

Although Yan Beihan is gifted and a peerless genius, there is an old saying that goes: every year you get older, you get a better heart.

When you are young, there are some things you cannot understand.

Whether it is Yan Beihan or Chen Yin, they are both the proud ones of heaven, and they are the same kind of geniuses that are rare in the entire continent.

Although they have begun to take shape in their work, they are still obviously naive in many places.

They have to wait until they get older and understand more about this before they can be as stable and watertight as Feng Yun and others.

It's like they are all trying to win over the Night Demon.

If Yan Beihan and Chen Yin were a few years older, they would not be doing this now.

In the same attempt to win over each other, Feng Xing and Yanbei Hanchenyin did things differently.

Yan Beihan and Chen Yin gave things away first and then pulled people in; they still valued friendship and the process. Feng Xing, on the other hand, pulled people in first and then gave things away, seeking secure benefits.

It also attracts people, and the effect is heaven and earth!

…

In the extreme northern wilderness, there is ice and snow.

The biting cold wind whizzed, causing the large rocks that were frozen into huge ice balls to roll.

Mo Ganyun's eyebrows turned white, and he shouted in the wind and snow: "This place is so enjoyable, what the hell did the higher-ups think, leaving the four of us here... bah bah..."

But as soon as he opened his mouth, his mouth was filled with snow.

"Let me try how deep the snow is." Qiu Yun removed his spiritual energy, returned to his body's natural weight and stepped on the snow.

With a swipe, the shadow disappeared.

Only a hole is left.

Then he swooped out from inside, grinning: "It's almost as deep as the two of me... No wonder you can't even see a bear here."

Singing in the Rain: "Don't dare to be buried under the clouds, let alone a bear."

Mo Ganyun scratched his head, wondering why this sentence was so offensive?

"This place is nice, Hong Tianzun is quite useful."

Jing Shuanggao was enjoying the pain: "In such a heavy snowstorm, the red scarf on Hong Tianzun's head is guiding us in the direction..."

Mo Ganyun snorted and grabbed Yu Zhongge's shoulders: "Xiaoyu, whether I can find resources here and completely surpass Boss Fang depends on your awesome luck."

Yu Zhongge was furious: "Will you die if you call me Boss Yu? Xiaoyu Xiaoyu, are you treating me as a captain or as a treasure hunter?"

"Boss Yu?"

Mo Ganyun, Qiu Yunshang, and Jing Shuanggao showed a smile at the same time and said: "Boss! Thank you for your hard work!"

Yu Zhongge panted heavily and led the way with a sullen head: "I will definitely surpass him when I go back, absolutely! I said so! I can't stand this grievance..."

"We believe you can do it!"

The three people expressed their unintentional blessings.

"This is the main place where the killers from the I-Orthodox Sect come and practice. Be careful."

A reminder from Qiu Yun.

Then the four of them realized at the same time: "No wonder people are progressing so fast. There is no reason to be unhappy after practicing in such an environment..."

"But people who are not strong enough or have weak spiritual awareness come here and are like deaf and blind people in such a wind and snow. They can only come here to seek death."

"Hey... Who gave this sect more resources..."

"If you work harder, puppet boss, we will have more resources than them!"

Singing in the Rain suddenly stopped.

"What does puppet boss mean? Which puppet?"

The three kings looked around and talked about him.

Song in the Rain got angry: "Puppet's puppet?"

"No no no no..."

The three of them shook their heads: "He is the leader of leaders."

"That's pretty much it. Let's go hunting for treasures and make a fortune!"

Sing in the Rain waved his hands in high spirits.

The three of them followed behind with winks and whizzed away.

…

Fang Che felt that his consciousness space was about to return to stability.

His basic consciousness has stabilized and he should be about to wake up.

But now he is thinking hard about one thing: It doesn't matter if I wake up, but what about the dream demon?

The dream demon got into my body in full view of everyone. Why can I, Fang Che, destroy the dream demon?

If the dream demon dies in my consciousness space, isn't this causing trouble for myself?

It is necessary to create the illusion that the incubus is still there and that the incubus is still alive.

Let everyone understand: the dream demon is still alive, left Fang Che's consciousness space, and left. Then Fang Che woke up.

But that's just one of the problems.

And another question is: What is the dream demon doing in your spiritual consciousness? Since the dream demon has entered your spiritual space, why are you not dead?

You are the guardian, and the incubus is the solipsist.

In the end, the dream demon showed mercy and let you go?

This matter is mysterious no matter what you say!

Fang Che's head was about to explode and he didn't know what to do.

He himself felt confused, why did this suddenly come up? There were already suspicions on his side, and Dongfang Sansan was cooperating with the suppression. But now, there is a bigger suspicion...

This is simply speechless.

However, the most urgent task is to create a dream demon soul.

So he has been working hard on this during this period of time.

But no matter what, I can't gather a soul to float out and attract attention.

This is so fucking awesome!

This is not my major!

Moreover, the dream demon disappeared without a trace, and even the memories in his mind were not recovered at all. He only received the extremely pure energy.

The Dream Demon must have this idea in mind.

After all, he is someone who can create split souls.

But...I don't accept the memory.

Fang Che sighed.

They all regretted why they didn't negotiate terms with the dream demon and pay for some benefits before killing him.

But he himself also knew that it was unrealistic. Firstly, his spiritual space was in critical condition at that time; secondly, could the dream demon really teach him anything?

To be honest, even if the dream demon handed over any training techniques at that time, Fang Che would not dare to practice them now.

How could that kind of old devil be really such a good person?

The dream demon must come out, otherwise, even the Solipsism will be suspicious.

But Fang Che was helpless.

Seeing that the sea of ​​consciousness is about to completely return to calm, it is not that big of a deal to not wake up...

Fang Che sighed.

Then he turned his head and saw the pitiful golden-horned dragon.

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Little Jiao, come..."

Fang Che waved with an amiable smile on his face: "I'll help you create a new look..."

The miserable howl of the golden-horned dragon rang in the consciousness space for a whole day and night.

It's just a dragon, and it's a soul. It has not yet reached the level of cultivation that can change its appearance at will.
To be continued...