The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

Zhu Yongfu looked sad.

He returned to the Tianji Pavilion and told what he had seen and heard.

"What did you say?"

The paper fan master immediately slid to the ground from the throne of the Tianji Pavilion pavilion master, with a solemn expression, "In the Misty Sect, there is actually a young disciple with a shiny head on his head?"

"It's true!"

Zhu Yongfu didn't dare to lie, "Moreover, what's even more terrifying is that this man has a bright head, and he doesn't even have a single hair. What a senior prophet he is!"

"Are you sure he has no hair?"

"The subordinates read it right, indeed there are none at all."

"hiss!"

The son of the paper fan was jealous, but he didn't give up, grabbing Zhu Yongfu by the collar, "Go, take me to see."

He wanted to know whether the bald boy in Zhu Yongfu's mouth was a prophet.

If it is, that's terrible.

In the prophets, the less hair, the higher the status.

Probably because when using evil spirits to perform deductions, the hair will fall out, and there is less hair, which means that there are a lot of deductions.

And the more deduced, the stronger the ability in this area.

Therefore, there is a saying that the lighter the head, the stronger it is.

In short, it is three words:

Bald Strong!

...

A mountain range.

Li Qiankun pinched the tactics with both hands, and the evil spirit on his body began to flow, turning into a round mirror in the air, reflecting a valley dozens of miles away.

There, a thousand-year-old elixir grows quietly.

"Wow!"

"It turned out to be a thousand-year elixir!"

Wang Ping'an and others were full of joy.

Brother Flathead followed around and found that he couldn't do a fight recently. He felt very boring, so he quickly pushed Qiao Jiaxi with his little paw.

"Fuck it?"

"No more!"

Qiao Jiaxi was so scared that her face turned purple.

He knows his strength, and if he really wants to fight, he can't be the opponent of Brother Flathead.

After all, there is a big gap between the two sides!

Seeing that Qiao Jiaxi dared not fight with herself, the flathead brother became even more boring. He sat on the ground and let his left and right hands hit each other.

"The highest state of boredom, fight each other with left and right hands!"

Long Tianxing expressed his amazement.

But they did not continue to pay attention to Brother Pingtou, but rushed towards the thousand-year-old elixir that was dozens of miles away.

On the road, two people lurked.

"Pavilion Master, do you see it clearly?"

Zhu Yongfu lay in the bushes and pointed at Li Qiankun who was flying diagonally above.

"I can see it clearly, it's blinding!"

The son of the paper fan shivered.

Although Li Qiankun was only the first level of the Ju Yuan Realm and his strength was not strong, that bright bald head didn't even have a single hair.

More importantly, the hair roots are gone!

The whole head looks shiny.

Under the sunlight, Li Qiankun's head was like a moon, reflecting the brilliance enough to brighten the eyes of blind people.

"It's terrifying!"

Seeing Li Qiankun's leaving figure, the paper fan master couldn't help swallowing, took off his hair cover, and touched his bald head, the fear on his face grew stronger.

"Pavilion Master, why are you trembling?"

"Nonsense, the opponent's deduction technique is absolutely terrifying, can this pavilion master not be afraid?"

"real?"

"good!"

The son of the paper fan immediately said the theory of "bald head is strong", which made Zhu Yongfu's face changed.

He took out the mirror and glanced at the top of his sparsely-haired head. He felt that his deduction was pretty good, but there was still hair on the top of his head.

Most importantly, the roots are still there!

As long as it is not deduced for a long time, the hair can still grow out.

Although, it will be much sparser than before.

Even the top of the head of the paper fan has a lot of hair roots, which can regenerate a black hair.

But Li Qiankun is different!

All the roots on the top of his head are gone.

what does that mean?

This person's deduction has long been superb, and he is a strong man with terrifying power!

"Pavilion Master, how about... withdraw first, right?"

"Withdraw, withdraw immediately!"

The son of the paper fan was frightened into two battles, "Since today, if the reinforcements have not arrived, our Tianji Pavilion has suspended various external activities and can stabilize ourselves."

"Yes."

Zhu Yongfu focused on his head.

Soon, the two returned to Tianji Pavilion.

They didn't know that the so-called powerhouse in their eyes was just a beginner in deduction.

...

Misty.

Wang Xuanping was very depressed.

She tried for so many days, but still couldn't remember the content of "Gen Bone Potential".

"Go to your uncle, I won't practice anymore!"

Wang Xuanping laughed and smashed his couch through with a punch.

Since every disciple's room has a soundproof formation, she is not afraid of her laughter.

After half an hour.

Wang Xuanping suppressed the anger in his heart, walked out of the room calmly, and thought of a very important thing.

"By the way, the purpose of my lurking in the Misty Sect is to explore the relationship between the Great Beihe and Misty Sect, and by the way, see if we can find the loopholes in "Seven Steps to the Sky"..."

She looked around.

"There are very few elders in the Misty Sect. I can't ask them directly, otherwise it will cause suspicion."

"There are dozens of deacons. Among them, Chu Yun'er is the chief deacon, with a low level of cultivation, but she is the core figure of the sect. I can start from her."

Thinking of this, Wang Xuanping started his own plan.

Feilaifeng.

Chu Yun'er was busy with the many trivial matters of the sect, and her pretty face was full of anxiety.

"Hello, Chief Deacon, I am the second-generation disciple Wang Xuanping. I wonder if there is anything in the Presbyterian Palace that requires the help of disciples?"

Upon hearing the sound, Chu Yun'er raised her head and looked at the handsome young disciple, her eyes flashed, and she handed over a document.

"There are more than one hundred tasks on the essay. If you are free, do it first."

More than a hundred tasks?

Wang Xuanping was dumbfounded.

She came to ask if there was anything to do, but it was just a polite remark. The real purpose was to take the opportunity to get close to Chu Yun'er.

But who knows, the other party actually gave her more than one hundred tasks!

Ruthless, too ruthless!

Wang Xuanping was trembling with anger, but forced to pretend that there was nothing wrong, and left the elder's hall with the clerks in his arms.

After she left, Chu Yuner took out a summons order.

"Head, according to your request, I have arranged a lot of tasks for Wang Xuanping. I don't know if he can finish it."

"It's okay, let him do it."

Ye Feng closed the message and lay on the bluestone leisurely, separating five wisps of wind vitality aura, and continuing to pour the Shi Ling under his seat.

"Head, I think I'm about to transform into shape!"

Shi Ling heard an excited voice.

Ye Feng said in surprise: "Little Stone, are you sure?"

"Um!"

Shi Ling was very confident.

Hearing this, Ye Feng pinched his fingers, shook his head, stretched out his hand, and transformed an illusory figure above his palm, and asked:

"You mean this?"

"Yes!" Shi Ling said.

The next moment, the bluestone trembled slightly, and there was spiritual air flowing out of the surface, and it condensed into an illusory figure in the air, which was about to take shape completely.

But when the wind blows, the figure disappears.

"Yeah, it failed again!"

Shi Ling was a little sorry.

Ye Feng touched the surface of the bluestone ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said, "You are called the Transfiguration Technique, which is far away from the transformation!"

"Is that so?" Shi Ling was ignorant and didn't understand a lot of things, so he needed someone to teach him.

"If you want to transform, you have to continue to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, the aura of the heavens and the earth, and the days are still very long!"

Ye Feng lay on the bluestone.

With a wave of his hand, a picture appeared above, showing Wang Xuanping holding the paperwork with a depressed expression on his face.

"Wang Xuanping..."

"Now there is still more than half a month before the Holy Spirit's form cools down, I want to see, what do you plan to do next."

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth gradually raised.

The threats from the tree demon clan, horned velvet clan, and demon temple are temporarily not coming. For some time in the future, he can touch Wang Xuanping's bottom to see what the other party's purpose is.

Then, follow the vine!