Hey, why are you sweating?

"You, this, stupid, talent!"

Ling Zhouyue's face became hot and she instinctively threw her back, twisting Xiao Ran's arm, and lifting her foot to kick him off the edge of the cliff.

"ah--"

Xiao Ran fell straight down with his head facing down.

In the air, my arms were painlessly attached.

The hanging head suddenly tilted.

"What did I do wrong again?"

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1 filial piety value!]

"Um?"

...

The result of Chaoxia Peak being beheaded soon after.

Considering that the Tianjiao Conference is approaching, Ling Zhouyue rarely teaches his disciples sword skills, which is very difficult, and it is inevitable that there will be mistakes. In addition, this incident did not cause casualties or other adverse effects.

The sect helped Zhijian Peak take responsibility.

Bo Yunzi drove the large array of Bo Yun, transporting the falling mountain back to the top of the mountain to rebuild the house.

Jingku also allocated 50,000 spirit stones to compensate Chaoxia Peak for the loss.

This is how it is digested internally.

When Chaoxia Peak saw that the mountain had returned to a state of no flaws. Although the building collapsed, it was impossible to spend 50,000 spirit stones to rebuild, and it was even more profitable!

It is said that there are even some Chaoxia Peak disciples whose salary doubled as a result. They sit on the west hillside every day, staring at Zhijian Peak with their eyes wide open, looking forward to the next performance of Master and Pupil Xiao Ran and the other two.

In order not to disturb the practice of Zhijian Peak, the sect did not even inform Xiao Ran and the other two of them.

Xiao Ran, who was kicked away by Ling Zhouyue and fell to the bottom of Zhijian Peak, stepped on his left and right, kicked Newton's coffin board and ascended into the air.

Continue to practice crit with the flow!

Xiao Ran practiced for a whole morning and tried thousands of times. He found that using the power of resonance to activate the power of his master, there was about a half-percent chance that he would be able to launch a critical strike.

The half-percent probability means that every twenty times you use a critical hit, you can really hit a critical hit.

The power of the critical strike varies, but the highest level does not reach the master's spiritual pressure in the dispersion realm, and the lowest level is no lower than the Nascent Soul Spiritual Pressure.

This little power is nothing more than a nine cow to the master... a nine sheep is a feather.

But for Xiao Ran, it was really too explosive!

I opened my palms and couldn't believe that this was the fifth girl I spent day and night with.

Moreover, through the power of resonance and protection, he can no longer hurt his master, so why not do it?

However, the magical thing is that every time Xiao Ran takes away his master's power, he will earn a filial piety value, no more or less, and only a filial piety value.

The power of the master is obviously a request, so why is it judged to be filial?

If you are filial, you are filial. Why is it worth filial?

Xiao Ran doesn't understand either.

It doesn’t matter, as long as the filial piety value is not deducted.

As for the critical strike with the flow, Master is better than expected, the probability is not low, and the pulling force is not too exaggerated!

The question is whether Xiao Ran’s defense can withstand the moment he strikes a critical strike?

Xiao Ran’s next task is to earn enough filial piety value and purchase a maximum level of qi refining 100,000 layers.

By then, his Qihai will really become Qihai.

Qihai can not only be used for defense, but also launch critical attacks.

And the power of the master is kept as a trump card to save his life.

In this way, it is no problem to deal with a Nascent Soul monk.

With such beautiful imagination, Xiao Ran continued to practice hard.

The day passed quickly.

It's evening.

Two disciples of the Sword Forging Peak brought Xiao Ran the broken sword cast by Zhenren Mo Zi.

The broken swords were perfectly connected and cast together, polished and polished, and replaced with the hilt of the sword. It looked no different from the ordinary disciple sword of Zongzhishan.

It looks ordinary, but it seems to be hidden in some powerful power.

What is the power, I still have to continue to think about it.

Xiao Ran bowed his hands and said:

"Thank you, two senior brothers."

The two hurriedly said:

"It's my nephew, uncle Xiao."

Xiao Ran smiled awkwardly.

"Ahem, by the way, is there any news about the sword ship that Senior Brother Gao built for me?"

The two looked at each other and said:

"Uncle Gao seems to be short of funds. He has paid a Taoist couple recently, which is too expensive."

Xiao Ran hurriedly said:

"The sword ship should be made by me for money. Please wait, I will go to the master to get some money."

On the Hot Spring Cliff, Ling Zhouyue, who had been pumped by Xiao Ran for a whole day, was exhausted and suddenly became angry when she heard Xiao Ran's words.

"What! Is it a money again? Are you a piggy bank for your teacher?"

Xiao Ran just said:

"Disciple only needs ten thousand spirit stones!"

Ling Zhouyue put her hands on her chest, making a vast arc in the clear mist.

"I didn't borrow money, I'd be dead."

Xiao Ran hurriedly took out the sword ship design drawing.

"This is a flying sword ship designed by my disciple for my master. It comes with a hot spring, a barbecue table, and a fully automatic card dealer on the lawn."

Fully automatic dealing?

Ling Zhouyue turned her head and stared at Xiao Ran's sincere eyes, and obediently took out ten thousand spirit stones.

"Speak in advance that this is the money you borrowed from your teacher, will you pay it back?"

Xiao Ran smiled.
Chapter completed!