Zhao Yisu has stayed in Fuxi Mountain for a hundred years and has a basic understanding of the big guys in the sect.
Master Fen Hui, seventh level cultivation, fire root, good at controlling fire;
Master Tingxi has a sixth-grade cultivation level and water spirit root. His specialty is drawing talismans and formations.
Two highly respected elders from Mount Fuxi came at once, which is something ordinary disciples would never dare to think of.
When Zhao Yisu started, he was only a third-level fire spirit root. He was not qualified to be assigned a one-on-one master and could only practice in large classes.
Even if you participate in a sect competition, the only condition for the winner is to be able to choose a fourth-grade master to practice with, which is far behind the realm of these two elders.
She nodded slightly and was about to speak, but Master Tingxi quickly interrupted: "You are still injured, no need to be polite."
Master Tingxi is a woman, she looks quite young, graceful and tall.
Of course, after cultivating to the sixth-grade realm, one's lifespan would already be ten thousand years old. A big man like this would not easily go down the mountain, let alone visit a second-grade monk.
Zhao Yisu was not stupid enough not to accept this sentiment, so he quickly showed a respectful attitude: "Thank you, two elders. This disciple is scared."
Master Tingxi stepped forward very kindly and casually formed a pill and fell on her.
Zhao Yisu suddenly felt that the pain all over his body was reduced by half, and his spirit was shaken.
Master Tingxi: "You're welcome, it's just a sixth-grade Baicao Pill."
Zhao Yisu didn't know much about elixirs, but he also knew that sixth-grade elixirs were scarce materials and must be worth a sky-high price.
Wang Polu next to him was already dumbfounded!
Sixth-grade Baicao Pill!
This is a treasure that can steal lives from the hands of the Lord of Hell. The entire Fuxi Mountain can't get a few of them, but it was just given to Junior Sister Zhao by Master Tingxi like this? !
And just for pain relief?
Before Zhao Yisu could express his stance, Master Fen Hui glanced at Ting Xi, put away the fourth-grade golden snake cauldron he was about to take out, replaced it with the more expensive Juechen cauldron, and threw it to Zhao Yisu.
Master Fen Hui: "No need to thank me for this. It's just a fifth-grade magic weapon, the Juechen Cauldron."
Fifth-grade Juechen Cauldron!
Chun Xia's eyes widened: "Master! Am I not the disciple you care about the most and why is the magic weapon you gave me only a fourth-grade QAQ?"
"cough……"
Master Fen Hui avoided Chun Xia's eyes in embarrassment and spoke directly to Zhao Yisu: "You are the Fire Spirit Root. You must know that when it comes to the cultivation of Fire Spirit Root on Fuxi Mountain, it must be my Fenhui Pavilion. If you are interested, you can worship me. …”
Master Tingxi: "Hey, what are you talking about? Although Zhao Yisu has a fire spirit root, her spiritual root qualifications are not outstanding. She is good at tactics. She actually forced Duanyang to surrender by pretending to self-destruct in the ring. This kind of scheming is suitable for following I’m learning tactical formations!”
Duanyang next to him: "..."
His face turned blue and white.
Actually got cheated.
Sure enough, daddy is right, even beautiful women cannot be believed!
Master Fen Hui: "You are a water spirit root monk, how do you guide the disciples of the fire spirit root? Tingxi, don't mislead your disciples!"
Master Tingxi: "I think you are the one who has misled people..."
…
The two big guys were having a heated argument, but Zhao Yisu couldn't get a word in.
The main reason is that she doesn't understand that her body is worth fighting for.
Next to them, Chun Xia and Wang Polu stared eagerly at the Juechen Cauldron in her hand, with saliva almost flowing out of the corners of their eyes.
Until a disciple outside warned tremblingly: "Master, Master, the leader is still waiting at Wenxin Pavilion..."
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Wang Polu easily carried the bed board on his shoulders, and Zhao Yisu, who was covered in bruises, lay on it.
Duanyang wanted to help, but Wang Polu just took the job alone.
He was born with strong muscles and strong strength, and could carry Zhao Yisu easily.
The most important thing is that now several big guys are competing for Zhao Yisu, so it will definitely be beneficial to get closer to Senior Sister Zhao!
Wang Polu glanced at the silly Chunxia and Duanyang beside him, and thought to himself, it must be me, I can see the situation clearly!
He grinned, and a simple smile appeared on his honest face: "Junior sister Zhao, whose disciple do you want to join? Do you want to consider us at Midang Peak? When you come, you will be my dear junior sister, and I will protect you!"
While he was talking, he was still thinking about why his master, Master Midang, didn't come to rob someone?
Zhao Yisu was speechless.
She was lying on the bed board with a strap attached to it, and Wang Polu was holding it on one shoulder.
In other words, she is now like a weird human-shaped satchel, forced to walk through the market, accepting the surprised looks of greetings from the disciples on both sides. She is really embarrassed...
Originally, Duanyang could help carry it, but if the two of them carried it, it would become a stretcher.
Or the masters can transport her up the mountain with any magic weapon.
Who knows why Wang Polu insisted on snatching her life and carrying her like this.
That is to say, she is unable to resist now, otherwise she will give this idiot a brain-destroying blow!
Seeing that she had no intention of answering, Wang Polu quickly began to boast, saying how much his disciples at Midang Peak loved each other, how kind and friendly they were, and how rich their cultivation resources were, balabalabla...
He was sweating as he spoke, but Zhao Yisu still didn't express his position.
Now that they have arrived at Wenxin Pavilion, Wang Polu has no choice but to shut up.
Zhao Yisu was lying on the bed and placed in the middle of the lobby of Wenxin Pavilion.
The people sitting on the left and right were all high-skilled men whose names she could not name. Judging by their clothes, not all of them were from Fuxi Mountain.
Probably like Duanyang said, other sects have sent representatives to ask questions.
Master Midang was the first to speak: "Zhao Yisu, are you okay with your injury? I made a protective array with a sixth-grade magic weapon, which should help you reduce your pain and speed up your healing."
Only then did Zhao Yisu understand that the healing instrument in her cave was left behind by Master Midang.
When Wang Polu heard this, his eyes lit up!
It turns out that my master has already been one step ahead and put all the magic weapons in advance!
Hey.
It's no wonder that Master Midang acted quickly. When Zhao Yisu was seriously injured and unconscious, several big bosses checked on her injuries.
Zhao Yisu was lucky enough to survive this thunderstorm, and some changes occurred in Zhao Yisu's body.
The meridians become wider, and the bones are covered with a layer of pale gold, faintly resembling the sky thunder. This is a sign that the body has been improved by being tempered by the sky thunder.
If you are a monk, you will never fail to yearn for transcending tribulation.
Zhao Yisu is the only person who has had close contact with the Thunder Tribulation. It is unknown what kind of changes her body will undergo in the future after the Thunder Tribulation. The elders in the sect are all human beings, so naturally they are not willing to miss the opportunity to recruit disciples.
Midang Zhenren has earth spiritual roots and is best at cultivating the body. Most of his disciples at Midang Peak are powerful and have strong meridians. If Zhao Yisu can be accepted as his disciple, many of his unique body training secrets will be passed down!
Zhao Yisu: "Thank you for your concern, Master. My disciple is doing well."
Ting Xi and Fen Hui both cast unhappy glances at Master Midang.
This old guy actually started so quickly!
"Okay, Zhao Yisu is weak. Let's question her as soon as possible and let her go back to rest."
Master Chengde of Fuxi Mountain spoke, and the Wenxin Pavilion became quiet.
"Zhao Yisu, do you still remember what happened when the thunder disaster happened?"
Zhao Yisu answered according to his original plan: "Back to the leader, the disciple only remembers that the power of Thunder Tribulation was terrifying, and my soul was almost shattered in the air... Later, I felt pain all over my body and passed out."
Master Chengde: "Why did you fly towards the sky thunder?"
Zhao Yisu lied shamelessly: "It is said that monks go against the will of heaven, but God's will is difficult to do. The disciples have prepared carefully for several years for the sect competition. Seeing that they were about to succeed, suddenly a thunderstorm came from the sky and ruined my good deeds. I couldn't help but think that I would See how powerful this God's will and thunder disaster is. I was so angry that my body was faster than my brain and I flew up."
