"Your small garden is too small to accommodate us. We will have to find a more spacious place later." Lu Xiaotian shook his head and said. In the past in Xiangdu, Luo Qian and Qiao Lan were both injured at first, and the eight-legged magic cow beast Even more so, he was trapped in a dark prison. He didn't have a suitable opponent to practice the "Ten Turns of Fusion Skill", but luckily there was a Xiang Kuang who practiced with him for a while. The "Ten Turns of Fusion Skill" becomes more and more difficult to practice as it progresses. Now Qiao Lan has broken through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, Niu Kun has also become an eleventh-level demon cultivator, and Luo Qian's strength is also improving by leaps and bounds. In addition, with the addition of the great demon Lu Wushuang, there is no need to rely on outsiders to practice the ten-turn Yuan Fusion Skill. A few of them are enough.
"What do you mean, sir?" Yu Yashi asked. It was naturally most convenient for her to come forward to handle this kind of matter in Xiangdu.
"I have a set of skills. If you complete the practice, you can greatly increase the magic power in the body without improving the realm. It just requires constant fighting to achieve the effect. When the time comes, you will practice with me." Lu Xiaotian said, " It's okay for you to find a spiritual energy place, but it's relatively secluded and can accommodate the likes of us to fight without disturbing outsiders."
"Oh, the magic power is doubled? Can I also practice?" Lu Wushuang's eyes suddenly lit up and she was surprised for a long time that Lu Xiaotian was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but why his magic power was not inferior to that of ordinary great monks. It turned out that he was practicing With such a powerful technique, the mana will be doubled without improving the realm. I see.
"Of course it's possible. I'm counting on you to put in more effort later. The benefits of practicing this set of exercises are obvious, but the difficulty of the process also makes people forget about it. You'd better be mentally prepared." Lu Xiaotian nodded. Lu Wushuang will need to be the main force in practicing the "Ten Turns of Fusion Skill" in the future. If you want the horse to run, you will naturally have to eat grass. If there is no benefit at all, once or twice is nothing, who will be happy after a long time.
"So the demon clan can also cultivate. There will be no pie in the sky. If you want to increase your strength and don't pay, it's not that good." The eight-legged demonic cow beast grinned.
"Uncle Beard! You are finally back." Returning to Yu Ya's small garden in Xiangdu, Yu Xiaoqiao, who had already become a graceful figure, rushed over. But he didn't care at all that there was a large group of people next to him.
"Uncle Beard?" Lu Wushuang was surprised when he heard this. Although Lu Xiaotian was not particularly handsome, he had silver hair and a green shirt, and a handsome face. He had an aura that was as light as a distant mountain. He didn't look like he was slovenly or bearded. .
"You've become a big girl now, and you're still as clingy as before." Lu Xiaotian patted Yu Xiaoqiao's forehead out of habit. Returning to the familiar small garden of Xiangdu again, he felt a strange sense of peace in his heart. After all, as a human monk, he still wanted to stay where people live. If he had a choice, he would naturally not want to stay. In an ancient tomb filled with gloomy and deathly energy.
"Master, uncles!" Compared to Yu Xiaoqiao, Xiang Hua seemed much calmer. He stood at the door and saluted Lu Xiaotian and others. Also coming with him were Xia Ji and his wife who had been brewing spiritual wine here, and of course the Nascent Soul monk Cheng Dexiang who was captured by him as a young man.
"The golden elixir is on the second level, not bad." Lu Xiaotian could tell Xiang Hua's cultivation level at a glance. As for Xia Ji and his wife, they have successfully formed elixirs. Compared with these juniors, Cheng Dexiang seemed much more reserved.
"Sir, I have fulfilled my promise, but now?" Cheng Dexiang looked at Lu Xiaotian and his group with some uneasiness. Among so many people in front of him, except for Yu Ya, the pressure put on him by others made him almost a little transparent. Don't get angry. Cheng Dexiang couldn't help but feel horrified. It seemed that these people were led by this silver-haired young man. He secretly thought that he had been interested in this person before. It seemed that he was lucky enough to survive until now.
"Well, thank you, Yu Ya. Please prepare a gift for Fellow Daoist Cheng. This is a way of thanking him for his care over the past few years." Lu Xiaotian nodded. Before entering the ancient tomb, the little fire crow happened to swallow the fire element. The spiritual crystal caused a strange phenomenon in the world, attracting Cheng Dexiang, Makino Changting and others. It's just that these people originally came here to hunt for treasure, but they didn't expect that stealing the chicken would end up losing the rice. Not only did they not eat the mutton, but they also made them feel embarrassed. Cheng Dexiang was forced to make a blood oath and went to Xiangdu to take care of several juniors for Lu Xiaotian. Xiang Hua, Xia Ji and his wife survived the Jindan Thunder Tribulation with Cheng Dexiang protecting them.
"Thank you, sir." Cheng Dexiang nodded, not too politely, but also not deliberately showing closeness. "If there is nothing else, I will retire."
"Nothing's wrong, fellow Taoist, please help yourself." Lu Xiaotian nodded.
Cheng Dexiang breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was bound by a blood oath and stayed in Xiangdu for more than ten years, Xiangdu's spiritual energy was extremely strong, which was better than the severe damage to Meng Rujun's Nascent Soul who was with him. Knowing that the silver-haired young man in front of him was an extremely skilled alchemy master, under normal circumstances, Cheng Dexiang would have tried his best to make friends with him. But his more than ten years in Xiangdu were not in vain. He finally figured out some of the deeds of the silver-haired young man in front of him in Xiangdu. Although his background was very tough and he was on good terms with the head of the Mangxiao family, the background of the person he offended was also surprisingly large. Just the general of Zhenyuan, Hou Lie, the king of Ze, Xiang Yuze, the Xiao family of the six great families, and another alchemy master, Mo Zhanqing.
The more he knew, the more Cheng Dexiang became afraid of this silver-haired monk. Neither force was a vegetarian. Cheng Dexiang didn't want to get too close to Lu Xiaotian and get involved in the intrigues of this large family of immortal cultivators. He wanted to live a few more years.
"This guy really has no eyesight at all." Watching Cheng Dexiang leave, Yu Ya curled her lips and said.
"It's not like he has no eyesight, he's very good at it."
Lu Xiaotian shook his head, naturally he would not waste time on a smooth person like Cheng Dexiang. Then he said, "Yu Ya, please arrange for Lu Wushuang to rest. The others have traveled all the way back and must also rest for a while. Come back to me after making arrangements."
"Yes, sir." Yu Ya nodded, secretly happy in her heart. It seemed that her master still wanted to use her after not seeing her for so many years, which showed that he had no intention of alienating her. Having seen Lu Xiaotian, Xiang Qingcheng, and the somewhat coquettish Lu Wushuang getting closer before, Yu Ya was really worried.
Lu Xiaotian brought Xia Ji and his wife, Xiang Hua, and Yu Xiaoqiao to the open area of the back garden of Xiaoyuan. With a wave of his hand, a restriction covered everyone inside. Although this small garden is not suitable for Yuanying monks to fight, there is no problem in accommodating the methods of Jindan monks under the restrictions imposed by Lu Xiaotian.
"Xiao Qiao, Xiang Hua, let me see if you two have been lazy in the more than ten years since I left."
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