This young man is called Sun Tongxiu. Although his sect is not very powerful, he has been in this Wansheng Mountain for a long time. For monks, if they live long enough, they will have more qualifications than others, at least they will see more, and it seems to be a little further away from the Great Way.

When you are training the disciples under the sermon, you can also use some people who have been renowned for a while but are like meteors as examples.

Of course, Sun Tongxiu had heard of the name Tu Yuan, and his master also talked about Tu Yuan as a special one, saying that although people like Tu Yuan seem to be invincible under the golden elixir, it is almost impossible to go further. They may die in the reputation of invincible under the golden elixir for the rest of their lives, and it is difficult to make progress.

His master also said that cultivation below the Golden Pill is nothing. If you cannot obtain the Golden Pill, you will only be the fur of obtaining the Dharma. Only by forming the Golden Pill can you truly attain the true essence of the Tao. Therefore, if you have an excellent magic weapon under the Golden Pill, people with high cultivation will be unable to break it.

He also gave an example, saying that in a certain year and month, who has a higher cultivation level than that, but who is helpless with a special magic weapon.

That's why Mr. Sun said this. His master just gave him a magic weapon called Qiankun Yin-Yang Poison Fire Cover. It can not only cover the enemy, but also refine it with poisonous fire, but also cover yourself to protect yourself.

Sun Junxiu stood there and flipped his tongue, a small dark red bell-shaped cover appeared. He opened his mouth and squirted it, and the cover flew out and landed on his hand.

Fan Xuanzi knew that the sect where Mr. Sun was located had a treasure hiding method under the tongue. When he saw his magic weapon appear, his eyes lit up.

"You're careful. If my Qiankun Yin-Yang Poison Fire Cover is attacked by someone, it will also cause a counter-shock injury. You have to be careful. If the poisonous fire is splashed on your body, it will be bad. This poisonous fire burn is not so easy to cure. Only my master's unique elixir can cure the scars of the poisonous fire burn. Your master will never cure it."

It would be fine if I didn’t say the last sentence, but with the last sentence, Fan Xuanzi’s face became even colder.

"Are you ready?" Fan Xuanzi asked.

When Mr. Sun recited a spell, the Qiankun Yin-Yang poisonous fire cover in his hand flew up. Suddenly, the Qiankun Yin-Yang poisonous fire cover flew up, and the poisonous fire flowed and fell down, covering Mr. Sun in it, which was to let Fan Xuanzi attack.

Looking at the fellow practitioner Sun who was protected by the Yin-Yang poison fire of the Qiankun, Fan Xuanzi felt a strong excitement. Since losing the last Taoist conference, Tu Yuan passed on another sword technique, and the sword technique was called Zhan Yue.

Although the Taiyin Slashing Spirit Sword is powerful, the part that Tu Yuan gets is the demonic thoughts in the Heart-Slaying Lake. It is already very difficult for him to be used to fight the enemy. However, after reading such Taoist books, Tu Yuan got some sword practice methods from Gu Shulin, and finally summarized a sword technique for killing Yue.

The most important thing about swordsmanship is your own mind. If your mind is firm, a dead grass can cut open a mountain even if it is in your hand.

For almost a year, Fan Xuanzi was slashing at the mountain behind Shangqing wooden house with a sword. He was slashing this mountain, but not this mountain.

When looking up at the mountain at the foot of this mountain, Tu Yuan once asked her what she felt. She said that such a huge mountain is so great that human beings are too small in front of it.

So Tu Yuan asked her if she believed that one day she could cut it with one sword.

She did not answer at the time, and Tu Yuan replied on her behalf: "I believe you can. Today, I will pass on your Shangqing sword technique to kill Yue. I hope that one day, no matter what difficulties you face, you can cut it with one sword."

She didn't know how she was practicing, so when she saw the Qiankun Yin-Yang Poison Fire Cover by Mr. Fang, she became excited, and finally she had something to try on her cultivation in her heart.

He took out the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword that never leaves his body, closed his eyes slightly, raised his head, and raised the sword in his hand. A cold light bloomed. With her as the center, a piece of ice and snowflakes flew, and at the same time, a solemn appeared on the sword.

She opened her eyes, and there was no more of the Qiankun poisonous fire cover in her eyes.

"Hurry up, Xuanzi." The voice of fellow practitioner Fang came from the Qiankun poisonous fire cover.

Fan Xuanzi's eyes were just the towering mountain. The mountain was no longer real, but was like a heavy shadow that pressed on her heart.

"Shangqing, kill Yue..."

Fan Xuanzi roared, and the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword in his hand slashed out. There was no shining light of inspiration, only solemnity and simplicity. This sword was as heavy as a mountain.

"Okay, no Xuanzi."

As the sword fell, wherever the coldness on the sword passed, the poisonous fire on the Qiankun Yin-Yang Poison Fire Cover was instantly frozen, and then a deep crack appeared on the cover, and then a spider-web-like crack spread on the Qiankun Yin-Yang Poison Fire Cover.

The poisonous fire was extinguished, and the Yin and Yang Mask of the Universe cries cried out with a wry sound, and the spiritual light quickly dimmed, and quickly shrank from more than one person to the size of a palm falling to the ground.

Sun Tongxiu stood there with his mouth open, looking at the cracked Qiankun Yin-Yang Poison Fire Cover, then wiped his eyes hard and said, "Xuanzi, what magic did you use to form this real illusion, which scared me. My mother almost thought that the Yin-Yang Cover was really broken by you. This is a magic weapon that even your master can only catch blindly."

Sun Tsinghua grabbed the cracked Qiankun Yin-Yang Poison Fire Cover on the ground, threw it in his hand, and said, "Even the weight is so similar. Don't say, your illusion magic is indeed a bit powerful, your master is indeed a little capable, but he is too poor." As he said that, he threw the broken magic weapon into the pool.

Then he closed his eyes and said, "Xuanzi, see how I can break your illusion."

Then he heard him chanting the magic spell, and a void trembled at the corner of his mouth, and the spiritual light turned into ripples. When he opened his eyes again, he only saw that Fan Xuanzi had washed his clothes next to him and washed the last one.

Then, he began to panic.

"Xuanzi, is this still in an illusion?"

"no."

"Then, why are my magic weapon?"

"You threw it away by yourself."

"Ah, it's impossible."

"It was just a thud and threw it into this pool."

The face of the fellow practitioner Fang suddenly turned pale: "Impossible, impossible, this is the magic weapon that my master wants to catch blindly. How could it be broken by you?"

Fan Xuanzi rolled his eyes, and didn't want to say anything, so he picked up the wooden basin and walked. Not long after, she heard a heart-wrenching howl, and then another plop, someone jumped into the water.

Fang Chengxue jumped into the water to catch the broken Yin-Yang poisonous fire cover that he had thrown.

Fan Xuanzi returned to Shangqing wooden house and saw his master standing in front of the statue with his hands behind his back, full of majesty. After she finished drying her clothes, she heard from the master: "Xuanzi, you have practiced quite seriously recently. It's not bad. I'll go to the market with my master."

Fan Xuanzi smiled.
Chapter completed!