In this way, Zhao Hong didn't say much about his cultivation level of qi refining for half a year. He just went back to his master every ten minutes, and when Yuan Yidaoren got to his level of cultivation, he was a little proud of his master.

He also reminded his master not to expose this matter. Indeed, he was not interested in the nickname of a genius child. But he couldn't resist the interest of others. When this matter was spread, I wonder how many bastards who were above the top held a grudge against him.

Speaking of this, going back to Qianshuang Mountain every ten times, it was also thought by Zhao Hong and his master. After all, Zhao Hong needs to be taught by others at present. This new villa must also be managed by someone. Zhao Hong is too diligent to leave here, and not going back to Qianshuang Mountain for a long time, and seeing his master go there. One ten days, ten days, it is not long or short, but just right.

Besides, Zhao Hong has not fallen behind in other aspects. Which aspects? One is magic. Zhao Hong has learned all the things that can be learned in the Three Strange Water Control Skills. This technique is very comprehensive. There are attacking techniques, defense and recovery techniques, and there are also auxiliary amplification techniques. Once a Three Strange Water Control Skills is thorough, Zhao Hong does not need to learn anything else. There are enough techniques to be used.

The second is swordsmanship.

First of all, let me explain that Zhao Hong is not a swordsman. He is not a swordsman, but a friend. He is always with the sword day and night, and even the foolish man who uses the Bloody Sword. The cold iron snake sword is indeed extraordinary and powerful in his hands. However, he only regards the sword as a "weapon" and "killing props".

However, this does not mean that Zhao Hong has no other ideas about his sword. It’s just that this is more alternative. If the swordsman considers the sword as a friend, then Zhao Hong will control the sword as a slave. He will use his strength to suppress the submission and control it, and squeeze the long sword, so that the performance of the long sword can be maximized.

This mood may be rebuked by ordinary swordsmen and denied as evil ways. However, Zhao Hong also has his own reason - if the sword has a spirit and can be regarded as a friend, then why can't it be driven as a slave? Let's talk about the heavens, what is the sword used for - the sword is used to kill animals and kill lives, it is a weapon. If the weapon has a spirit, it will definitely be fierce and stubborn. Rather than treating it as a friend, it is better to drive as a servant, and this efficiency may be higher...

Of course, Zhao Hong could only think about this in his heart. He didn't dare to say it. If he didn't say anything else, his master Yuan Yidao Ren was the old sword immortal with a name in the sky and the earth. The plain sword immortal Yuan Yizi, who doesn't know who is in the sky and the earth? As a result, he taught an apprentice to use the sword as a slave. If this thing is said, it will not be laughed at by people to death?

However, no matter what, whether it is to use a sword as a slave or a evil way, the facts prove that Zhao Hong's method is very effective. At least his snake-shaped sword forged with the spiritual material cold iron is obedient, and he does whatever he wants in his hands. He cuts and slashes and stings and runs well. Just based on the theory of swordsmanship, Zhao Hong has practiced for half a year and has experienced fierce battles. Swordsmanship has already entered the house.

And the third one is the countless classics he placed in the room in Qianshuangshan. He read a little today, a little tomorrow, and he would take a look at it if he had time. He has also read a lot in the past six months.

Not to mention that the state of mind has become more rounded, I have become familiar with the various situations of Xueyu Tianling, Biluo Beizhou and even the Xuanyuan World. Not to mention that everything is comprehensive, but some basic things called "Common Sense" that everyone is familiar with are not bad. At least it will not be like when I purchased on the banks of Qingyu Lake three months ago, I have to introduce my nephew and grandson to understand how great the benefits of talismans are.

"The martial arts have already entered the Tao, and the magic and sword techniques have been honed. We have also had basic common sense. After this calculation, the Lone King has not been in vain for the past six months. But what should we do next? Although living in a new mine in this way, returning to Qianshuang Mountain in one tenth of a day, the life of listening to the master's preaching is also good. The cultivation level has grown smoothly... It is not impossible to live like this. But after such days, you must not feel bored..."

After checking the inside of the mine again and finding that no one violated the regulations, Zhao Hong came out and danced his sword in the open space for a while. Then he went back to his room to refine Qi and meditate. He closed his eyes and opened it again. He saw that the sky was dark and the setting sun was setting. It was almost evening. He couldn't help but have such thoughts in his heart.

I said before that a monk is not as good as a mortal. When a thought arises, there must be cause and effect. Zhao Hong didn't know it at this moment, but he did come to find him! As he was feeling moved, he heard a noise outside the room. Zhao Hong knew that something was wrong. He hurriedly got off the couch and ran out. He saw a group of fellow disciples walking towards him in a bustling manner. He was stunned at that time. Then he shouted loudly:

"What's going on? How can you be so kind!"

Hearing Zhao Hong's scolding, the fellow disciples didn't dare to speak anymore. After all, Zhao Hong's power was established, and it was no big deal to laugh with Zhao Hong. But when he got angry, the fellow disciples were still scared.

"Rui Ming, tell me." Seeing that the people stopped talking, Zhao Hong nodded secretly, and then saw Taoist Rui Ming in the crowd. He asked him to speak.

Taoist Ruiming immediately stood up and said to Zhao Hong with a frown, "Uncle Master, something happened to Master Bai Juan! The only one of his fellow disciples who went to the southwest with him finally came back, and he was so stupid! Everyone is in this round!"

"Ah! Senior Nephew Bai Juan?! How could this be like this?! Where are others?!" Zhao Hong was a little surprised when he heard this and asked quickly.

"Uncle Master is still staying in the Xueyu Immortal Palace. According to his fellow disciples from the Medical Immortal Museum, Master Bai Juan has lost all his soul and spirit. Even if he recovers from now on, he may be..."

When the people around him heard this, it might be a little sad, but Zhao Hong and Ruiming were quite disappointed. Who is this Taoist Bai Juan? It was one of the people who first came to this new mine with them that day and escaped from the sharp teeth of the Red Flame Golden Ring Earthworm. They share life and death, hardships, and friendship is naturally extraordinary.

Taoist Bai Juan was originally an inner disciple, and it was precisely because of this matter that his master valued it, so he accepted it as a direct inheritance. Not only did he have a higher status, but he could get more points from his master, and his cultivation level was naturally much faster. He was less than thirty years old, and he had already reached the level of the fifth level of foundation building. He seemed to be a young talent again.

However, it was because he became the direct descendant. According to the rules, unless he was at the forefront and defended against the evil spirits of Xuanbing, there were usually only two direct descendants in other courtyards, one official and one deputy. Therefore, this Taoist Bai Juan could not be with Zhao Hongruiming and others. Instead, he sent other tasks. However, people could not see him, and the correspondence was constantly extinguished. During these three months, they also took the time to get together and had a few drinks.

None of these young people is over thirty years old and they are all living together. They naturally have less concern when talking about it. And the topics that monks talk about are naturally impossible not to mention the magical techniques and techniques they practiced. Zhao Hong and others cannot avoid the common people, so they naturally mentioned this point.

During the meal, Zhao Hong also drank a little too much wine. He used the alcohol to complain to these fellow students. He said: "Don't look at me like this now, I have practiced martial arts, magic, swords and techniques well. But I have a thought here." Those fellow students admired Zhao Hong very much. He felt strange when he heard him say this. One or two urged Zhao Hong to ask him what his thoughts were.

Zhao Hong said this. Nothing else, it was the only skill in the Three Distinctive Dragon Transformation Art. He could not practice, the Cold Poison Technique.

"I have asked my fellow disciples of Sanbaoku Peak, and those who manage the agricultural and animal husbandry industry in Shanmen have also asked them. There is no suitable use at all. Our Xueyu Tianling raises a few poisonous insects and beasts, which is also for the purpose of using poison as medicine. The poison is humble and not suitable at all. The Four Treasureku Peak collects several rare poisons in the world. However, due to the limitations of the vow, I cannot get through at all. Besides, I am not able to cultivate such a magical power. In the past two years, I cannot practice such a magical power, and I am in my heart..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Hong shook his head and sighed, and the fellow disciples looked at each other. Then he heard the Taoist Bai Juan laugh and said:

"Uncle Master, what's the difficulty? It's just a strange poison. It's just a look at how my nephew gets you."

After hearing what he said, several fellow disciples found it strange. They didn't see that Bai Juan had grown his skills. One and two made a joke. They didn't take him seriously. However, they didn't take it seriously, but they picked up the temper of Taoist Bai Juan. This human being sounded pretty, but in fact he was a rough and real person. He was tampered with his neck, stood up and waved his hand, pointed at the peers and said:

"Don't you believe it, right? Let me tell you that I am now assigned by my master and will go to the southwest villa in two days. There is no other place. We have fewer Xueyu Tianling management and have not developed any resources yet. I have heard from people that there are quite a few mountains and forests in that place, and there are monsters with strange poisons. I searched carefully and asked Master Tihan to find a strange poison. What's the problem with it?"

After saying this, the others realized it. Then Zhao Hong said half-resentful and half-worry: "You are going to the southwest? Why haven't you heard you talk about it before?"

"Didn't this just say it?" Hearing Zhao Hong's vaguely blaming his mind, Bai Juan laughed and sat back...
Chapter completed!