After absorbing the "Bing Emperor Sutra", Keya had a confused look on his face.

"What...there's nothing fun or delicious..."

Keya didn't know what she had gained, but instead pouted her rosy mouth with a little disappointment.

An Bulang was a little speechless when he saw this. This was a technique that could make her an immortal and a high-ranking immortal. But after she obtained it, she still looked dissatisfied?

Yes, the "Bing Emperor Sutra" is ranked among the top cultivation techniques in the Immortal Emperor Palace.

What if other monks and immortals knew that this girl was still not happy after getting the "Ice Emperor Sutra"? How could she be stimulated to the point of going crazy!?

Why did An Bulang give the girl such powerful skills?

In fact, he was interested in taking on a disciple.

Otherwise, why would he have been taking Keya around all the time to show off? Is it really just a convenience? Isn't it a burden? There were many children at that time. Is it because Keya is beautiful and cute that he should be treated differently?

No! An Bulang is not such a person!

Even if Keya's family is not in trouble, he will find a way to get his family to agree to practice.

Ordinary people only know that Keya has water spirit veins, but they don't know that she also has an innate clean ice body.

The innate ice body is dust-free, pure and natural, in line with Taoism, and close to the body of an immortal spirit.

It has a very high affinity for energy. No matter what you practice, you can get twice the result with half the effort. Even after you enter the path of practice, due to physical reasons, you can independently absorb the free energy of heaven and earth to make breakthroughs.

In the ten major sanctuaries, there is an existence with an innate and pure ice body, but she can be used as an immortal seed cultivated by saints in each of the major sanctuaries, not to mention that she has the purest water spirit vein as an assistant, which is simply even more powerful.

To be able to meet a girl with such a physique in the mortal world, An Bulang feels that this can only be described as fate. He, An Bulang, also has a great destiny! If he can cultivate a arrogant apprentice, he can defeat everyone.

The Holy Son of the Great God, that scene seems great when you think about it.

An Bulang pinched the girl's tender face and said, "I've given you the technique. You have to practice hard. If you slack off, don't blame my brother for spanking you!"

"Ugh...it hurts, it hurts..." the girl wailed and begged for mercy, "Okay, brother, stop pinching me!"

afterwards.

An Bulang took out another piece of slag from the Ziyun Divine Stone and gave it to Keya.

When Keya saw the sparkling gravel with divine light, she jumped for joy, ten thousand times happier than when she got the "Ice Emperor Sutra".

Girls just can't resist such sparkling things.

Hongli pursed her delicate lips on the side and said rather sourly: "You give me kungfu and gems to Xiaoya who is like a mascot, but you don't show anything to me, a poor woman who is just doing things like cows and horses..."

…”

She originally wanted to ask An Bulang for gems, but An Bulang flashed his ring and handed her an ancient book.

"Don't worry, everyone has it, and everyone has to work hard for me!" An Bulang said cheerfully, "This is the exercise I spent a day writing for you."

"You wrote the exercises in one day?" Hongli's eyelids jumped wildly when she heard this. "You can write something in one day. Are you really afraid that I will become obsessed with it?"

An Bulang said cheerfully: "Didn't I tell you? If you want to become as good as those immortals, you have a good foundation. If you continue to practice according to this technique, you can become the top talents of Hongmeng Continent."

Compare!"

Hongli yearned for Nalan Jinli very much, but felt that it was just an unattainable dream.

She looked at the skill in her hand. The name was a bit exaggerated, so exaggerated that it looked a bit like the name used by unskilled sects to scare people: "The Invincible Tai Chi Sword".

Hongli's hand holding the skill trembled a little: "What's this name? Are you sure you're not trying to trick me?"

"Of course not." An Bulang waved his hand, "When have I, An Bulang, ever boasted about my awesomeness? This sword technique is both a skill and a mental technique. If you practice it to the extreme, even ten thousand immortals will kneel down and lick you.

!”

Hongli took a breath of cold air.

An Bulang is the first to be able to brag so naturally and without any sense of violation!

"Then I won't thank you very much, sister." Hongli accepted it with a smile, planning to take a look when she was bored, maybe she could figure out some tricks.

Although it is definitely not as awesome as the name suggests, An Bulang has an extraordinary background, and her intuition tells her that this technique is useful to her.

An Bulang was relieved, he was serious about Hongli.

This woman has gone through life and death for him so many times, so naturally he will not let her down.

This skill is the "Tai Chi Sword" he modified according to Hongli's physique. Others would explode and die if they practice it, but Hongli's practice can perfectly integrate with her current sword technique and repair the flaws in the techniques, techniques, and techniques.

Perfectly open up your own path, and your future will be limitless.

"Oh, my Supreme Lord, Master, I want it too!" Junshi said cutely, sticking out his scarlet tongue and swinging the big black horn between the two tumors on his head from side to side.

An Bulang casually handed Junshi a book of exercises.

Junshi got the exercise and his pupils shrank suddenly when he saw the name on it: "One Hundred Ways to Fill Your Stomach".

"Oh! My Supreme Lord! I don't know how to describe my excitement now. Master is really my god and the guiding light of my life!" Junshi cried bitterly while holding the technique.

Hongli looked shocked: "A book that teaches how to fill your stomach, do you care?"

"You don't understand!" Junshi shook his head, not bothering to explain, and raised the horns on his head towards An Bulang, expressing the highest respect to his master.

The white dragon horse was a little excited and eager: "Master, master! Do I have it? I also want to..."

An Bulang also threw a book of exercises towards Bai Longma.

Bai Longma saw the name of his exercise: "Facing Life Strongly with a Smile"

Bai Longma: "???"

An Bulang saw the question mark on his horse's face, and explained with a smile: "This is a trick to adjust your mood. What you need most now is to adjust your mentality."

Bai Longma said in a trembling voice: "I understand the truth, but why does this name look so like some street stall books?"

An Bulang patted the white dragon horse's dragon head and said earnestly: "The name is simple and easy to understand, and the road is simple. Sometimes enlightenment is in life. I hope you can understand this."

The white dragon horse nodded as if understanding, put away the technique, and regarded it as a treasure.

No matter how unreliable the thing given by the master is, it should still be worth studying!

"Brother Lang, Brother Lang, what about me?" A man in white floated out of An Bulang's ring and looked at the young man with excitement.

"Oh, if you didn't show up, I almost forgot about you." An Bulang smiled.

"Sigh... I'm ashamed. I overdrawn my soul power too much before. I have been recovering my soul power..." Bai Bai said a little embarrassed.

"But Brother Lang, I have always been thinking about you and caring about you! It's not like I didn't do anything in Najie, I even wrote a "Grave Exit Table" to express my grand ambition!

"

Bai Bai shook his head and began to read: "The God of War was not halfway through his business, but the middle road collapsed. Today, the Ziyun Mine is in danger, and the life of this sincerity is in danger..."

An Bulang was very upset when he heard this and hurriedly stopped: "Stop, stop, stop! Put away your talent that has nowhere to go!"

Bai Bai immediately shut up, with a flattering smile on his face: "Master Lang is extremely powerful and has unparalleled combat power. He will definitely be able to sweep across all directions, put down the demon threat, and establish the world!"

An Bulang didn't want to talk, and threw a copy of "The Art of Refining the Gods of the Underworld" to Bai Bai.

As if Bai Bai had found a treasure, he kept praising An Bulang without saying anything serious.

In this way, everyone around An Bulang received his benefits.

He doesn't have much, except a lot of top-notch skills and mental skills.

Although these skills are not the core skills passed down by his family, they are still worthy of being placed in his family's library. Just throw a copy out and it will make the immortals in the holy realm fight for their heads.

If we look at the Hongmeng Continent in the mortal world... An Bulang feels that there is no Kung Fu in this place that is as awesome as his. After all, the Kung Fu he sends out has the potential to directly reach the heavens. Compared with those hermit families on the mainland,

Is it a good idea to use a technique whose only goal is to overcome calamity and become an immortal?

These friends may not know what kind of immortal fate they have obtained, and An Bulang doesn't need them to know. Maybe in a certain future, they will wake up and lament the earth-shattering value of the treasure An Bulang handed out casually.

I don’t know how the power I have established in the mortal world will perform in the future.

An Bulang looked forward to it, thinking expectantly.

Hongli took Keya to say goodbye to An Bulang.

The handsome lion became smaller and jumped onto An Bulang's shoulders. An Bulang rode the white dragon horse with full special effects and flew to the Bai Ling Empire Academy after a long absence.

He saw his apprentice Ji Yinyin, whom he had not seen for several months.

The morning sun rises, and many students rush to class on the campus in the early morning.

Ji Yinyin's silky black hair is blowing in the wind. She is walking on campus, her white flowing cloud gauze skirt is dancing in the wind. Her figure is getting taller and more perfect, with fair skin and beautiful skin, refined and elegant. After not seeing each other for several months, she looks even more beautiful.

The beauty is touching.

She was walking on the campus roads with a cold face, ignoring the looks of surprise or admiration from the students around her, but suddenly she stopped.

The girl was stunned. Her eyes were like stars and the bright moon, reflecting the figure of a young man in white.

She wrinkled her delicate nose, her pink cheeks were slightly dizzy, her eyes were red, her red lips like dripping cherries were pursed tightly, she looked at the young man with some grievance, and her voice was soft and gentle: "Master... you are back...

…You stayed away for so long without saying a word, I thought you didn’t want Yin Yin anymore…”

"Why don't I want you? You are my disciple." An Bulang said with a smile.

After saying that, he felt the fragrance hitting his face.

The woman’s perfect and exquisite body hugged him tightly!

This scene made many seniors who were secretly paying attention to the girl either sigh with regret or feel envious and jealous.

"Ugh... Master, I heard that you were working as a Cowherd outside, and then you were favored by the female disciples of the Nonghua Sect in turn, and were taken care of by tens of thousands of female disciples. Is it true?"

"???"

"Where did you hear the rumors?!"

"Because the girls from Nonghua Sect work hard to make money, and they said they want to support you."

Ji Yinyin hugged An Bulang tightly, as if she was afraid that An Bulang would leave her again, and said with an aggrieved look.
Chapter completed!