"Two bastards, they dare to attack even my master!" Ling Weiyun's clone swore, "Disperse, are you going to disperse? I'm going to disperse you, you big-headed devil, leave...!"
Big-headed ghost: "Charming..."
(Great Immortal! Please spare the brat...!)
Hearing this, a big-headed ghost huddled in the corner trembled and boldly stepped forward with a pitiful look on its face.
"Get out of here, sister...!" The haggard old man's face was gloomy, and he directly kicked away the "big-headed ugly monster" who came forward to slap him.
Damn it, don’t you know that I’m at the peak of my emotions? Do you still dare to get into trouble?
The big-headed ghost's sister: "Charming..."
(Great Immortal, are you looking for me?)
Just as he was thinking this, a death-seeking ghost scream sounded in his ears, and a short, fat female big-headed ghost suddenly appeared next to him.
"F*ck...!" His heart felt like ten thousand grass and horses rushing past. The withered old man slapped it away fiercely, and when the latter turned into a shooting star of fear, he did not forget to say: "People She is really his sister...!"
"Get lost!" Feng Ling was really speechless this time. He shouted angrily, and several big-headed female ghosts floated toward him, so he turned around and ran away in fright...
Feng Ling guessed that they should be the second and third sisters of the big-headed ghost...!
"Ah, stop it, it's Master!" Recalling the vague voice that floated through his mind, Zhu Bupang suddenly slapped the forehead of the thin disciple who was chanting a spell inarticulately. After the two calmed down, they finally saw clearly. face.
Then, after An An calmly stood there and watched the scene of collective fussing staged by the ghosts, the corners of the two people's mouths twitched with a lot of reflections. One was speechless, and the other...
"Disciple... hello to you! You're having a good time..."
The sinister smile echoed in his ears, and a chill surged in his heart, causing both Zhu Bupang and Gou Bushou to shiver.
"Ah~..., ah~...Master, I have realized my mistake, I have realized my mistake!" Then, without any suspense, the two of them were severely beaten by Feng Ling.
Until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was no longer a human being or a ghost, the withered old man stood aside with his hands behind his back, like a peerless master, letting his robes flutter in the cold wind...
"Master..." Seeing that the other party suddenly stopped, they seemed to have lost their temper. The two people, howling like ghosts and wolves, hurriedly got up from the ground and approached the haggard old man with sad expressions on their faces.
"Okay, you two have stayed in the Ghost Locking Tower for so long. In terms of overall improvement in cultivation, let me be my teacher..."
As soon as the withered old man said these words, the two of them immediately showed excited expressions, waiting for the next step with expectant eyes.
After not seeing each other for more than half a month, the two people with excited faces in front of them have been promoted from rank five to rank seven, and are now stuck on the threshold of senior ghost spirit masters and core disciples.
"Ahem..." After a dry cough, Ling Weiyun was also surprised. This progress could be described as rapid, but he was afraid that the two of them would be proud, so he spit out a very embarrassing sentence: "Not bad..., barely satisfied! "
"Tch~...!" Both Zhu Bupang's faces suddenly fell, and they cursed in their hearts:
I thought my master would say something like "I'm very relieved" or "I'm very satisfied" when he saw his apprentice making such great progress...
As a result, after practicing hard in exchange for saying "I'm quite satisfied", I reluctantly accepted it. You actually have to add "reluctantly" at the end. Isn't it natural?
Of course, they only dared to complain about this in their hearts. If they were to say it in front of the haggard old man, they would rather be beaten to death than say anything about it!
"Okay! I have come here this time to inform you two of something important!" How could Ling Weiyun's clone not guess what they were thinking, so he quickly raised his eyebrows and smiled gently.
Changing the subject: "The sect's "disciple competition" is approaching, and here's your chance to stand out! Don't stay here anymore, go out and get ready, and take a breather by the way..."
"Oh yeah~...! Thank you, Master." Two cheers came from far away. Zhu Bupang and Gou Bushou turned into strong winds and flew towards the bottom. Looking at the two of them, they must have been there a long time ago. I'm tired of being in there.
"Oh~! Remember to be prepared...!" Ling Weiyun's clone shook his head and smiled helplessly, and quickly gave instructions to the backs of these two guys.
"No, I have to go take a look at Wu Ye!" He muttered absentmindedly as he looked at the misty space inside the Ghost Lock Tower. Before he finished speaking, the place where the withered old man stood just now was empty, and there was no one left in sight. Son.
Before Ling Weiyun's clone left, he had entrusted Wu Ye to take care of Zhu Bupang and Gou Bushou. Now that they were injured, he should go and visit them.
Moreover, Feng Ling didn't believe that the two of them had improved their cultivation so quickly. Apart from the reason why the Ghost Locking Tower was "rich in resources", it had nothing to do with Wu Ye.
…
In the evening, the west side of the main peak of Yuqing Mountain Range.
Under the barrier of the misty clouds and mists, there stands a nearly vertical steep sword peak. When the wind blows and the clouds move, you can vaguely see the caves on it, which are full of life.
This mountain peak is where all the core disciples of the Yuqing Sect live. Because its mountain shape is like a beautiful sword sheath sticking straight into the sky, it is called Qiaojian Peak.
Although Qiaojian Peak is still not as beautiful as the main peak of Yuqing, its height is not inferior to the former!
Most people would probably stop immediately if they saw it, but at this moment, a white-haired old man was climbing up the winding and steep mountain.
Suddenly, there was a crisp "bang" sound at an altitude of more than 600 meters. For some unknown reason, the rippling vine in the old man's hand suddenly broke, and the chilling sound floated far away along with the roaring mountain wind... …
"Drink~...!" Ling Weiyun's clone, whose body strength had reached its limit, suddenly shouted loudly and quickly used a trace of thunder and lightning power to slow down.
And he took advantage of the situation and grabbed a protruding rock on the way to fall, and this was considered to be the force of the impact.
"No wonder it is stipulated that the cultivation level of the core disciples must reach the level of advanced ghost spirit master of rank eight or above!"
The haggard old man grasped the rock and sighed. Judging from the steepness of this mountain, it would be impossible to climb it without a level eight or above cultivation level.
Of course, the "climbing" referred to here refers to climbing with cultivation, not like Ling Weiyun's clone, once again relying on his abnormal physical strength to seek death!
"No wonder, after Wang Tao was promoted to core disciple, he chose to live temporarily in the mansion of his master, Elder Luo Bin, instead of moving to Qiaojian Peak immediately!"
In the autumn wind, a figure in black appeared out of thin air under the old tree in the yard...
