The courtyard is very warm, perhaps because the pot drove away the coldness, or because the ginkgo leaves have not yet fallen out, in short, it is not as cold as outside.

The sky was clear and the sun shone in and fell on the ginkgo tree, so the ground was covered with mottled light and shadow, and a very harmonious atmosphere. At this moment, the atmosphere between the three people's words.

The old man does not rely on his seniority, and the young man is not immature and immature. On the contrary, the old man is active inside and the young man is mature, so there is no dissonance between communication, just like the hot stream in the cup, which always makes people feel very comfortable.

When the phantom spirit tries to practice, vitality emerges in the body, which is the sea of ​​origin that has been transformed, and many cultivations in the body have turned into vitality.

The great success of all illusions!

It is important to note that many forces in the body have evolved into pure origins of life, giving people extremely abundant life and can recover in time even during the battle.

However, the most peculiar thing about this spiritual technique is that it can absorb other people's attacks and then transform them into one's own power. Of course, if other people's power is too domineering, it may also be backfired.

However, this alone can attract many people.

The old man gave advice from time to time, and Mu Ming kept paying attention, but at the end he couldn't help saying, "Senior, is this a weirdo's method of breathing?"

The old man turned around and was a little surprised: "Haha, I almost forgot that there are also monsters and blood in your body." As he said that, he grabbed Mu Ming, and Mu Ming felt like a fog appeared in front of him. At this time, the mountain and sea marks in his body actually appeared, and then the old man took them in the palm of his hand.

The wooden name is even more incredible. This mark is not a physical substance, but there is a mystery in the old man's palm, as if he has realized this mark.

The old man looked for a moment, his expression moved, and then put it on the eyebrows for a moment. The wood name only saw that the mark suddenly doubled, and countless veins were born on it. The wood name faintly heard the sound of mountains and roaring, and was shocked. This was the Mountain and Sea Sutra, but now it was almost flawless to practice. However, the old man just randomly comprehended countless understandings and integrated into the wood name's mark. This power makes people wonder whether the old man's cultivation has reached a legendary state.

The old man separated a part of the mark and then pointed it into the eyebrows of the phantom spirit. The phantom spirit's body shook, and there were two blue colors wrapped around outside the body, and two forces appeared out of thin air in the body, and the more powerful the artistic power outside the body.

When Mu Ming saw the mark and returned to his body, he looked at it again and felt that many things he didn't understand suddenly merged into each other. There was a thunderous sound in his chest while breathing, and the Wanhuo Willows shone brightly, and a little bit of totem appeared, then disappeared, and it went on and on.

Mu Ming took a deep breath and silently clasped his fists. The old man shook his head and said, "You have a lot of strength in your body, but you lack the opportunity to integrate. However, you will be able to temper yourself in the future. The little girl is different. She is not as good as you, and she has been considered a solid shape!"

The old man said, and a powerful force appeared when he took action. It was a white mist. After it appeared, a statue in the temple produced rays of light.

A flash of wood name storage bag, and a ray of light appeared involuntarily, but it was the scroll just now. Wood name did not stop it, but his eyebrows were twisted a lot unconsciously.

"Oh? It was this scroll before? No wonder, this is a dragon, with a trace of soul in it, and it needs the most nourishment of the breath of Confucianism and Taoism, just..." The old man bounced his fingers, and a crack appeared in the void, a golden dragon appeared, and the scroll of Wood Name slowly unfolded, and a small ink dragon slowly flew out.

A sense of pressure spread out, but it quickly converged. Mu Ming looked carefully and realized that he had underestimated the scroll.

The little dragon's eyes were empty and had no eyes, so the little dragon swayed when it flew up, but the giant dragon spit out a wisp of white air and fell into the little dragon's body.

The little dragon was originally a bit illusory, but after a moment, it gradually became real. The dragon scales were lifelike, and the sound of dragon roars echoed.

After a while, the giant dragon sank into the crack and disappeared, while the little dragon seemed to be still unwilling to finish it. After lingering for a few circles, it was unwilling to fall into the scroll. The wood name waved to attract it. After a closer look, the little dragon in the scroll was different at this time, it seemed to have grown a little bit stronger, and the power of ink seemed to be wet, as if the painting had just ended.

The name of the wood was secretly accustomed, but he was careful.

At this time, the Phantom Spirit also opened her eyes, and she said with a clear and clear look in her eyes, "I feel that the heavenly tribulation is coming!"

Old Yan nodded and said, "It's good to polish it. You should be able to overcome the tribulation. If you become a mountain god, the tribulation will be much gentler."

Huanling nodded silently, and looked at Mu Ming with different eyes.

"I still underestimated you! I was worried before."

Mu Ming shook his head and said, "No, he is too strong, and he has long been transformed into a god."

The phantom spirit was shocked, but his ears moved slightly and said, "You are right, you are really destined to do it."

The old man slowly raised his hand, grabbed a cup, and then filled it silently.

Mu Ming only felt the sound of wind coming from his ears, and a white shadow appeared in front of him in the courtyard. Mu Ming slowly put away the scroll and sat down silently.

"You are here, lonely wolf!"

The old man seemed not to see the expressions of the few people, but said to the figure in white.

The man in white was naturally a lonely wolf. His face was calm, but he no longer had a smile and a solemn expression. He bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Teacher!"

The old man nodded gently, raised his hand, a cushion appeared, the lone wolf nodded, sat down, then picked up the cup of tea just now, savored it carefully, and then closed his eyes as if he was aftertaste.

The old man looked at this scene and slowly closed his smile, leaving silent.

The Huanling's expression changed at this time, with doubts in his eyes. Mu Ming was dull, but he was preparing to take action.

"My friend, are you nervous?"

The old man looked at Mu Mingdao and smiled again.

Mu Ming nodded, as a response.

"Old Yan, is he your disciple?" Huanling asked, his voice a little low.

The old man nodded silently, "He is like you."

Huanling didn't ask any more, but looked at Mu Ming worriedly, but saw Mu Ming also looked over, but Mu Ming shook his head slightly.

"So that's it!" Mu Ming sighed lightly, his mood returned to calm, his palms spread out, and many powers dissipated.

"My friend is young, but he is very cautious. Immortal girl, learn hard!" The old man smiled and gave a look at the phantom spirit.

Mu Ming shook his head and smiled, then said to the lone wolf: "Then are you here to kill me?"

"Good tea, my teacher is considered a blessing." Lone Wolf said, looking at Mu Ming, answering the question, or this is Lone Wolf's answer.

Mu Ming said: "You came a few steps late, and the blindness before was even more rare!"

The lone wolf nodded, "I can hear it from afar, so hurry up, it's still a little late."

Mu Ming said: "It seems that someone has died again."

The Lone Wolf said, "Yes, they are all damn people."

As he said that, he spread his palms, a little golden ant appeared, then jumped to the ground, and then drilled into the cuff of Wooden Name.

"What a good method!" added Lone Wolf.

A large ant appeared in the cuff of Mu Ming, but it was a herbivorous ant. The herbivorous ant crawled under the ginkgo tree and then swallowed two leaves.

"So it's it!" The lonely wolf looked at the herbivorous ant coming back into the cuff of Mu Ming, with a look of surprise.

"I'm rude, senior!" Mu Ming looked at the old man and smiled apologetically. The old man originally placed two leaves under the ginkgo tree and planned to make flower fat, but unexpectedly he was very eager.

The old man nodded and looked at Mu Ming's cuff with interest.

"It seems that my friend has known it a long time ago, since the moment I came here?" the old man asked, a little curious.

Mu Ming said: "It was not sure at first, but it was only confirmed when my senior gave advice to the phantom spirit."

"Oh?" The old man was confused. The lone wolf was the same. The phantom spirit was a little confused, but he didn't say anything.

Mu Ming was silent for a moment and said, "At the beginning, there was a hint of intimacy in the eyes of my seniors when they looked at me, without that much surprise. If I had guessed correctly, I think I must have seen other people with great auras. Although I don't know this, there are almost no one practicing Confucianism here, and Lone Wolf is one of them."

Mu Ming paused. The old man was stunned at first, then shook his head and laughed, but his eyes were encouraging Mu Ming, as if he asked him to continue talking.

Mu Ming also said: "What I just told you about is the method of breathing monsters, but there was a hint of unusualness in my eyes. At that time, I knew that I might have guessed wrongly, because I have just become a mountain god and am not familiar with this method of breathing, so I can't tell the difference between breathing monsters and mountain gods."

The old man's eyes lit up and nodded and said, "It's true that I can't hide it from you. The monsters are the most common beings in the mountain gods, and their breathing method was naturally passed down. However, many people or ferocious beasts also became mountain gods. They were blessed by the heavens to practice the power of the monsters' breathing power, but it was still different in the end. Although the illusion spirit has been a mountain god for several years, she still cannot regard herself as a mountain god. The method of breathing method has never been able to be the key, so I will give advice. As for the lone wolf, it's different!"

The lonely wolf smiled a little, but there was a lot of appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Mu Ming.

"Among so many mountain gods that day, I always feel that you have a familiar smell. Do you know what the reason is?"

Mu Ming listened to the words of the lone wolf and said without hesitation: "The essence and blood are still vine spirits, and only the essence and blood of the plant spirits can shape a perfect body, otherwise the residual soul will not be parasitized!"

A cold light flashed in the lonely wolf's eyes, and he subconsciously clenched his fists, but then let it go.

"I can't kill you!"

Phantom Spirit began to get nervous, but heard Mu Ming say: "You didn't want to kill me from the beginning!"

The lone wolf looked at Mu Ming and said, "Not bad!"

Mu Ming said again: "Even if I know you are the Yang Ling of the Bridge?"

"Not bad!" said the Lone Wolf.

"What?" Huanling screamed.

But no one paid attention to her, and Mu Ming said, "Just because we have nothing to do with this matter?"

The wolf nodded and shook his head again, "Yes, but not all, and you are not completely surrendering to the Baofeng tribe. If possible, you definitely want to leave the Baofeng tribe!"

Mu Ming was silent now. The lonely wolf looked directly at Mu Ming, and finally Mu Ming nodded silently.

"I am unfortunately a vassal of any tribe!"

The wolf laughed and said, "Because your roots are not here at all. I think about it. There are the essence and blood of the spirit monsters on the body, and the half-blooded spirit monsters follow. The spiritual body in the body feels perfect. I think only places like Dongsheng can create it!"

Mu Ming took a deep breath, his index finger moved slightly, and his heart was a little turbulent. Almost just now, Mu Ming was ready to take action, but then relaxed and said, "This is a bit flat!"

The lonely wolf smiled, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it on his own.

The phantom spirit looked several times, and finally sighed helplessly, looking at the old man with a little aggrieved.

The old man smiled and touched her head to express comfort.

The old man had nothing at all, and finally started drinking tea quietly. However, the lonely wolf spoke alone, all of which were in the wolf's new department, which were trivial matters, but the old man listened very seriously.

Finally, Gulang said, "Teacher, I want my mother to come out!"

The old man then put down the cup and said, "Have you thought about it?"

Gulang said: "Please ask your mentor to allow it. No matter what, she will not change, in my heart..."
Chapter completed!