Self-cultivation of Dragon Palace disciples

On this day, Feng Ning lay on the bottom of the river and played with fish and shrimp.

For three consecutive days, Feng Ning still did not find the reason for the increase in silver coins.

Although the daily fixed increase is not bad, but he is a little worried.

What if there is no increase one day?

Swimming slowly in the river, the fish and shrimps around him didn't know why, they seemed to be used to Feng Ning's existence, and they were not very afraid of Feng Ning, and sometimes they would swim around him in groups.

Like a school of sardines.

Feng Ning didn't know what was going on, these fish and shrimp who were extremely afraid of him were willing to get close to him.

He felt that as long as he opened his mouth now, they might send themselves into his mouth.

It was still raining, but the river where he was located had become a lot clearer.

Feng Ning has some guesses. It may be because of his existence that the river has become what it is now. After all, we are also a dragon.

Alright beast.

How could there be no special ability?

Perhaps being clean is also one of the unique abilities of the beast, Feng Ning looked at his body.

Every scale on the huge body exudes a gleaming light, and the silver-white mane on the neck and jaw is very tough, yet very soft to the touch.

And Feng Ning found that his mouth was not like a crocodile's mouth, it was closer to an eagle's beak, with hard bones and sharp edges.

Lazily turning over at the bottom of the river, Feng Ning lay flat with her belly exposed.

Just as he was lying on the bottom of the river in a daze, he suddenly saw two figures passing by the river above him, one in front and one behind.

Shocked, Feng Ning immediately turned over and fell on the ground, looking vigilantly at the river.

"Little Taoist Ganming, why don't you run away?" Feng Ning could clearly hear Sen Leng's old voice with a sense of ridicule even across the river.

The person who spoke was an old man in a white robe, stepping on a cloud of black mist, which was exactly the same as the black mist that Feng Ning found in the dark clouds.

Feng Ning looked at the face of the old man who was the villain, and secretly thanked himself for not flying up to smash the dark clouds above his head rashly.

Otherwise, it would be hard for him to be targeted by this kind of old man who looks like a villain at first glance.

Seeing the old man chasing real Ganming, Feng Ning chose to observe secretly.JPG

At this time, the old man stopped Daoist Ganming, looked at him coldly, then looked around, and smiled: "Boy Ganming, are you choosing a good burial place for yourself in advance?"

He took a look at the surrounding environment, and said with a smile: "The environment here is indeed unique. This place for thousands of miles has been infected by my black wind evil, but this place has not been affected."

Daoist Ganming was in a very distressed state at this moment, the hairpin on his head had fallen somewhere, there were several scorched black holes in his clothes, his complexion was pale, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth.

He looked solemnly at the old man in white robe who was looking around in amazement, and the other party was so amazed that he completely ignored his existence!

Being underestimated by the other party, Daoist Gan Ming became angry and coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

He quickly calmed down his turbulent breath, and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Daoist Ganming vomit blood, a sneer appeared on the lips of the white-robed old man, his eyes were full of disdain, and he sneered, "This is the Daoist of the Qingwei Sect? Hahahaha, how ridiculous!"

Facing the ridicule of the old man in white robe, real Gan Ming felt very unwilling, but he had to admit that the other party was powerful.

Moreover, the opponent is not only powerful, but has already set up traps to wait for them!

Thinking that he was the only one among the six who survived, Daoist Gan Ming's heart bleeds.

It's nothing more than Fang Lin's arrests, they are just ordinary people, the key is his two disciples.

There are few seedlings who practice Taoism, and their Qingwei Sect can cooperate with the imperial court because they are fancy that the imperial court can help them find suitable seedlings for cultivating Taoism.

Kun Yi and Uncle Kun were the disciples he selected and cultivated with great difficulty.

Then, the two disciples were right in front of his eyes, but in just a few breaths, the bones that had been corroded by the black evil spirit under the old man's feet were gone!

The reason why he ran here was because he was sure that there must be auspiciousness here!

What is auspiciousness?

Beast!

This kind of existence who can sit on an equal footing with immortals, such as the old man of Heishan, can blow him to ashes in one breath!

In particular, the old man in Heishan has harmed ordinary people with a radius of thousands of miles in order to sacrifice his black wind evil spirit, so he must be full of evil spirit.

He is definitely the first target of the divine beast!

As long as the divine beast is willing to take action, not only can he survive, but he can also solve the storm and flood!

"Hehe!" Daoist Ganming sneered, looking at the old man from Heishan who was holding a winning ticket, a sly smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"What are you laughing at?" Old Man Heishan's face changed, and he waved his hand, and a black wind hit him.

What he hates the most is that this kind of person who is about to die still puts on an appearance that I want to win, really thinking that he is the protagonist of the story in the storyteller's mouth?

Can survive a catastrophe?

Facing the oncoming black wind, Daoist Gan Ming quickly raised his hands and circulated his body's mana to gather a shield in front of his palm.

In an instant, he felt a heart-piercing icy cold wrapping his hands.

Under the horrified eyes of Daoist Qianming, the black wind melted his condensed mana in an instant!

The black wind blew over his hands, forming a layer of frost!

Bang!

The black wind hit Daoist Qianming heavily, and a thin layer of frost froze half of his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The body was frozen, Ganming Daoist only felt that the magic power in his body was disappearing rapidly, he tried his best to use the remaining magic power to resist and expel the cold, but found that the magic power in his body was extremely difficult to operate at this moment!

Before he could expel the cold air in his body, he fell directly into the river.

Feng Ning: "..."

"That's it? Do you dare to come out to kill evil and eliminate demons at this level?" Although Feng Ning was only observing secretly at the bottom of the river, he found that the mana in these two people, whether it was the old man or the real Gan Ming, was frighteningly weak.

Moreover, the magic spells flying around and dazzling light that he expected when the immortal cultivators fight did not appear. The only thing he saw was that the black wind that the old man waved out still looked a little bit.

Feng Ning sensed that when the real Gan Ming fell into the river, his breath had already dissipated.

"I'm dead..."

Feng Ning's expression moved slightly, he glanced at the old man Heifeng who hadn't left yet, and thought: "This is the mastermind behind the scenes? It's okay to be weak! Maybe I can..."

After the old man Heifeng dealt with Qianming, he looked at the clear river that was completely unaffected by the evil spirit and the rainstorm, his face darkened slightly.

He hesitated for a moment, originally planning to directly destroy the environment here with evil spirits, but when he thought of Qian Ming's weird sneer before, he cautiously decided to leave immediately.

It's not because of his strength that the old man from Montenegro can live for so long!

It is a cautious character!

Without further hesitation, the old man in Heishan immediately prepared to leave with a vicious aura.

But just as he set off, the surface of the river suddenly exploded, a huge splash of water splashed into the sky, and a thick, long, jade-like shadow flashed past in front of his eyes.

The old man in Heishan only felt that his body was hit hard, and his whole body disappeared.

Feng Ning slowly withdrew his tail, it really didn't take mana to deal with such a low-class guy.

Just when he was about to continue lying on the bottom of the river, a series of subtitles suddenly appeared in his mind.

Gain combat experience: 19770

Obtain silver coins: 150000

"I..." Feng Ning opened his mouth wide.