Chapter 137: First

Chapter 137: First

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Qiao Wan lowered her head and thought for a while.

After thinking about it, a flash of light suddenly appeared: "I see, senior!"

"Why don't you, senior, come and teach me how to practice!" Qiao Wan raised her hand in high spirits.

Although it is indeed a bit of a suspicion of taking advantage of people's danger.

Qiao Wan thought embarrassingly, but there are still ten days before the start of the second Fa discussion.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan bowed and saluted to show her sincerity: "Senior please teach the junior to practice."

This answer, although somewhat unexpected, is a good solution.

Miaofa glanced at Qiao Wan and asked in a deep voice, "Is this what you want?"

Qiao Wan nodded: "Yes."

After thinking about it, he added: "Senior, you don't have to mind the difference between men and women, you can cultivate as you want."

"Okay." Miaofa said, "I promise you."

So, after Miaofa agreed, Qiao Wan once again threw herself into the ardent practice.

In terms of how to instruct Qiao Wan's training, Li Juan and Miao Fa almost reached a consensus. Neither of them is the kind of Lianxiangxiyu, especially Qiao Wan's training is still a trumpet, and it is a perfect implementation of what it means to treat a man as a mule. .

Li Juan analyzed for Qiao Wan: "You are already famous, but unlike Xie Xingzhi, Bai Shanhu and his party who are backed by the great faction, if there is no backstage and backing, you will be targeted first."

The green waist raised his hand and asked, "Why does the mountain chief have no backer! Isn't our academy the backing of the mountain chief?"

Li Juang glanced at the green waist neither happy nor angry: "Do you really think so?"

All right.

The green waist bowed his head in shame.

Their injustice academy is really useless.

Li Juan continued to look at Qiao Wan: "If you have the opportunity, you might as well pay more attention to the materials for repairing Wen Sixing. I will also inquire more here."

Qiao Wan nodded: "I will try my best."

After the green belt with the first disciples withdrew, Li Juing glanced at Qiao Wan again: "They are all mortal disciples, and most of them may not be able to form elixir in their entire lives."

"Most of them were sent by their parents," Li Juing said lightly. "The family can't support so many mouths. If you come here to study, you can still eat."

Qiao Wan: "Senior..."

"Before the academy, I was the only one." Li Ju said, "I often walk around with this mustard space. Occasionally, I will stop in a village and pick a few with aura to return to the academy."

However, there are still a few talented people in this world, and most of them, like Xie Xingzhi, have already been pre-ordered by various sects.

He has traveled all over the world for many years, but he has not found a good seedling of geniuses. Most of them have poor qualifications and no spiritual energy.

But Li Jong didn't care.

He took them step by step up the road to immortality, giving them a chance to change their lives and destiny.

Mortal disciples have no spirituality, and even if Li sentenced him to teach patiently, he wouldn't be able to teach him why.

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, and could imagine Fa Xiu in Tsing Yi and cloth shoes, carrying two swords on his back, stepping across the vast land inch by inch, occasionally stopping and resting at the place where the smoke curled up. Back to the academy.

This is also the reason why the roster of the Injustice Academy, looking around, is full of qi training, which is extremely miserable.

In this world, not everyone can cultivate into immortals. After most people have no hope of immortality, they will choose to pack up their burdens and return to the mortal world to find a living, which is better than fighting and killing all day long in the cultivation world. Lost life strong.

It stands to reason that if the cultivators find a way to make a living, they will not be short of money, but what magical tools, medicine pills, and maintenance fees after the fight are all expensive! What's more, most of the disciples of the Injustice Academy have average qualifications.

There was no other way, Li sentence had to cut other daily expenses of the academy, save as much as possible, feel a little wronged in this standard of living, compress the quality of life, and live it first.

Listening and listening, Qiao Wan finally heard that something was wrong.

Speaking of this past, the man's expression was very calm and his tone was very calm.

Qiao Wan hesitated: "Senior means."

"Father Miao." Li Juing didn't hide his intentions at all, and answered straight to the point.

Qiao Wan's mouth twitched.

To put it bluntly, she still needs to dig a corner!

However, it's not that Qiao Wan didn't think about Li Judgment's proposal.

In the entire academy, in fact, only a "people's teacher" like Li Ju is teaching, and he is busy working hard every day. What a noble sentiment that has worked hard and turned the torch into ashes!

But only Li Ju, after all, lacks the ability to clone, but this person has the ability to cultivate high, and it is not the Chinese cabbage in the field.

If I can invite a few visiting professors to teach and teach, and if necessary, I can support the scene...

Qiao Wan thought silently in her heart, when to put this idea on the agenda.

…

Zen Sect also emphasizes body repair and combat skills.

Unlike the previous times in the Sea of ​​Consciousness Illusion, this time Qiao Wan stood in front of Miaofa, which also meant that the injury was really hurt.

Looking at the Buddha in front of him, Qiao Wan was also a little nervous. Before starting the fight, he stepped forward and saluted: "Senior, let's start."

Miaofa glanced at the respectful and courteous Qiao Wan in front of her eyes, and said coldly, "Agreed, as long as you break the vajra shield on my body, you will pass the test."

The battle is over.

The Buddha's eyes turned sharp, and the first move was to rush in front of Qiao Wan.

Playing tricks in reality and playing tricks in the sea of ​​​​consciousness dream bring people completely different experiences.

Paying attention to Miaofa's movements, Qiao Wan's nose immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

The last few times she made a move, it was just when she lost her sanity when she fell into a demon. This time, when the Lingtai was clear and bright, Qiao Wan could feel the pressure coming to her face as soon as she fought.

The higher the cultivation base, the stronger the pressure.

Coercion is a means of deterring the enemy, to put it bluntly.

After getting to know Jiaying, Qiao Wan had rarely experienced this kind of coercion.

In other words, when he was not fighting, Jia Ying deliberately gathered the coercion on him.

Even if he is a fighting maniac who is on the road to fight, he will not be idle all day to release his coercion and wander around. Generally speaking, except to go to Duanchang, Jiaying will not specially release his coercion.

But not now.

Qiao Wan swallowed her saliva, only to find that her throat was dry and astringent, and her breath was filled with the smell of grit.

In front of him, Miaofa deliberately released his coercion.

And it does not mean to close, it contains the coercion of Peiran Buddha's light, it is getting stronger and stronger, and the sense of oppression it brings is getting heavier and heavier!

Sweat slid down his forehead and fainted before his eyes.

Qiao Wan took a deep breath, and the painful memories of being broken by Jia Ying suddenly spewed out.

And Cen Qingyou, the cold rain falling on the mountain road.

A faint fear emerged spontaneously.

So strong.

Qiao Wan was drenched in cold sweat, leaning on his sword, wiping his nosebleed, and gritted his teeth.

I wanted to shoot, but found that my arm was shaking so badly, as if someone had been saying in the bottom of my heart that it could not be beaten.

You can't beat it.

Your aptitude is inherently unmatched, and being able to achieve this level is completely by mistake. Look at Xie Xingzhi, look at Baishan Lake and Meng Canglang, this is the real genius, this is the real genius. In this world, talent decides everything, and there is no such thing as the so-called diligence that can make up for one's poorness, especially on the road of cultivation, where immortal predestined relationship is shallow and aptitude is mediocre.

You can't even beat Ye Xiyuan from Shandao Academy.

Remember what Li Ju said? "Most of them may not be able to form an elixir for the rest of their lives."

wrong!

Qiao Wan was stunned, took a deep breath, and quickly put the thought behind her.

She didn't cultivate to become an immortal.

She just wants to become stronger. Getting stronger is not always a result, but a process. As long as you are weak, you can become stronger. The weaker you are, the greater the room for improvement.

She is not afraid of the consequences, because she only pursues the process,

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan immediately felt scared for a while.

Everyone will seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. People are cowardly only because of fear. What she is afraid of is the gap between her and Miaofa. However, since she decided to embark on this path, this is what she must face in the future.

Because the further back, the stronger the opponent she will encounter, she will truly face Xie Xingzhi, Meng Canglang and Baishan Lake.

This is also the reason why Miaofa wants to release such a ferocious coercion.

Qiao Wan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and clenched the cold Bodhi seeds in her sleeves.

Cen Qingyou is the same.

He saw her lying on the ground, struggling like a dog, and Qiao Wan could see that he didn't want to be her, so he chose to be a blue-eyed evil Buddha. It was her that directly caused Cen Qingyou to become a blue-eyed evil Buddha.

In this world, everyone is struggling to become stronger, even magic methods are no exception.

"Don't you want me to teach you cultivation?!"

"Didn't you say that you don't mind the difference between men and women?"

"What are you afraid of?!" Miaofa shouted coldly.

Qiao Wan took a few steps back and jumped up—

Sword One Quick Kill!

As soon as the sword light arrived, it was immediately smashed by Miao Fa with a palm.

The gust of wind from the aftermath of the palm stand blew, Qiao Wan barely stood firm, a golden Buddha light came straight to her heart, and a palm hit her heart, Qiao Wan's blood surged, and her ribs hurt.

boob boobs! The chest is about to be smashed!

Before she had time to mourn her chest, Qiao Wan quickly adjusted her figure, did a backflip in mid-air, and just landed.

Immediately - another strong wind swept the bottom plate!

In the swift and fierce air flow, Miaofa's brows and eyes were cold and sharp, and with every move, he slammed directly at Qiao Wan without mercy!

Seniors really have no intention of showing mercy.

Although he had trained his body, his realm was here after all. Under this dense and merciless attack, Qiao Wan was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, lying on the ground, her chest hurt like an explosion, her chest heaving violently, every breath. All heavy as if to suffocate.

It hurts.

While Qiao Wan's brain was buzzing, another golden light came.

Qiao Wan turned over and raised his sword to resist.

Dangdang!

The Buddha's light fell on the blade, and a fierce spark swayed.

Qiao Wan took the opportunity to get up, Hengjian charged again, and chopped down at Miaofa's body-protecting diamond shield.

Unbreakable!

Qiao Wan was stunned, and suddenly appeared in front of her eyes that when she was still at the foot of Kunshan, the reckless monk Keats... She often studied with Gan Nan and Keats before.

Taking a step away, Qiao Wan continued to negotiate and asked, "Senior... Is Keats your disciple?"

"Huh?" Miaofa asked back, but his movements didn't release water at all, and said solemnly: "You know him?"

Qiao Wan was punched and turned her head sideways. Half of her face was suddenly swollen, coughing up a mouthful of blood, before she managed to say something neatly: "We fought before."

Although they have fought before.

Qiao Wan wiped the blood, stared at the pale golden diamond mask in front of Miaofa, and silently burst into tears in her heart.

Senior Miaofa, this Nima is much more ferocious than Keats! Q mouth Q

Holding back the blood that kept pouring into his throat, Qiao Wan searched for the omissions in Miaofa without blinking.

no.

The Buddha is not angry and arrogant, his clothes move in the wind, how gorgeous and beautiful his face is, and how ruthless he is when he strikes, just like what he saw in the sea of ​​​​knowledge dream, with three eyes on his forehead, six arms on his body, no single one. There are flaws, no omissions.

Qiao Wan turned her toes, made a false move, and rushed forward.

As long as you keep playing, you will definitely find flaws and omissions!

The imagination is very beautiful, but it is still in mid-air, and is caught.

Miaofa grabbed Qiao Wan's ankle quickly and ruthlessly, pulling it forward, Qiao Wan turned around and immediately kicked, was caught by Miaofa, grabbed the girl's feet with her backhand, and moved forward. One delivery.

Feeling the strangeness from the ankle, Qiao Wan shivered and flew out again.

Just watching Qiao Wan fall to the ground, smashing a big hole in the shape of a person, the magic method does not mean to pity Xiangxiyu at all, not only not, but also frowning and angrily: "Is this the combat skill you learned?"

"Cough cough cough".

Gravel splashed in front of my eyes.

Qiao Wan coughed a few times, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of grit poured out.

Every time he made a move, he almost punched the flesh.

Muscles pressed against each other, fists and feet rubbed together, the hot Buddha light fell on his body, his breathing became heavier and heavier, his eyes staggered, and he was dead.

In the end, it still didn't hit.

Resignedly, he lay down on the ground in a large font, and the ponytail that was originally neatly combed was all spread out.

Joe sighed late.

not enough.

If it is said that breaking the Vajra Vajra shield is the first stage, then when will the Vajra Vajra cover be broken, and when will the special training be able to advance to the next stage.

So, in the past few days, aside from the embarrassment and embarrassment before, Qiao Wan has been thinking about how to break the magic magic mask.

When I eat, I hold a bowl and think about it, when I take a bath, I think about it.

Miaofa's beautiful and sharp face lingered in front of him day and night, and the clear drink of the Buddha still seemed to be echoing in his ears.

After pondering for a long time, Qiao Wan finally came to a realization.

To put it bluntly, it is a question of strength.

Like she did against Keats before, she definitely couldn't, the senior didn't give her this time.

As long as it is faster and stronger, one hit will definitely be able to smash.

Don't hurry, don't hurry.

Qiao Wan quickly got up and meditated cross-legged to calm herself down.

She had swallowed Lizhu before, so she had to make good use of this resource.

Even faster!

Let your body mobilize to the best state in an instant and exercise your explosive power.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan opened her eyes and continued to lie on the bed, taking notes.

She has forged her body, and her body can be made with strength. She can bear the pressure that ordinary monks can't bear.

Outside the window, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the window is filled with silver light.

Qiao Wan was facing the booklet, biting the pen and thinking hard.

It is as swift as the wind, as soft as a forest, plundered as a fire, motionless as a mountain, hard to understand, as yin, and moving as thunder.

If she can achieve this point, she will be able to sublimate smoothly.

Holding the pen tightly and drawing a circle on the paper, Qiao Wan decided to use these twenty-nine words as a guideline for her own training.

As soon as he said it, Qiao Wan immediately put weight on her legs, feet, and various parts of her body, and ran around the mustard space.

The unjust disciples who just got up held a bowl and walked out of the "dormitory", only to see a hula in front of them, and a swift pink whirlwind blew past.

"Hey! My bowl!"

Being blown around by the wind, Zheng Wenliang widened his eyes and caught it in a panic.

There is a quota for this bowl, if it is broken, the green waist will not be released.

If you want a new bowl, you have to go to Luyao to register, and you can pay for it and deliver it.

"That was the mountain chief just now?" Zheng Wenliang asked in shock, holding the bowl tightly.

Green waist blinked: "It seems so..."

"What is the mountain chief doing?"

"Cultivation." Another male voice suddenly sounded.

Zheng Wenliang followed the sound, and his scalp became numb in an instant: "Li... Uncle Li."

Li Juan was not affected at all, he slowly approached, stared at the pink whirlwind, withdrew his gaze, and turned his gaze to Zheng Wenliang and other unjust disciples, "After eating, hurry up and practice."

The man's sharp eyes condensed: "Shan Chang is so diligent day and night, you are eating and sleeping here?!"

These words made the boys and girls in front of them bow their heads in shame, put the bowls down, and stand at attention.

Do not eat! Uncle Li is right! The mountain chief has worked so hard, and they, who are disciples, can't watch it! Practice, practice!

The unjust disciple gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and ran off to practice with an excited look on his face.

Go ah ah ah ah! Go for a run with the mountain!

Leaving Li Juun alone, standing there, he raised his eyebrows and thought, this is a good idea to take the lead.

So, the next day, when Qiao Wan ran again, he was accompanied by a bunch of unjust disciples.

In this way, the fine tradition of running and gymnastics in Inequality College in the future began.

Every morning, the leader of the mountain led a group to run and shout.

"Beiping Academy! Extraordinary! Punch the good way! Kick Kunshan!"

"Injustice! I am injustice! Say it again! I am injustice!"

From a distance, it looks like a youthful and beautiful landscape.

A middle-aged Faxiu who has lived through the vicissitudes of life for so many years: ......

This time, when standing in front of Miaofa again, Qiao Wan was in high spirits, and her dark eyes clearly reflected Miaofa's figure: "Senior, come again!"

Miaofa stared at the junior in front of him without saying a word.

It was like a puppy, even if it was beaten and flew out, it could immediately wipe off the blood under the nose, flick its ponytail, and a carp would come straight up and rush up.

Even so, Miaofa's voice was not softened by this, she frowned slightly, and immediately gave her a thumbs up!

She can definitely break it! Move like a mountain, move like a thunder!

Withdrawing the sword, Qiao Wan rushed forward!

The Buddha noticed Qiao Wan's intention early in the morning and raised his hand to resist.

Just after the exercise, the injustice disciples who were sitting on the ground watching, asked in surprise, "Can the mountain master do it this time?"

Faster, faster.

By pouring spiritual power into your feet, the subtle footwork and Wuxiangjue are combined into one.

Miaofa's face was calm, and he raised his hand to make a seal, and a dazzling Buddha light erupted from his fingertips.

The huge golden lotus Buddha seal immediately rose from the fingertips!

Between the wrong bodies, Qiao Wan has already jumped into the air, mobilized the spiritual power of the whole body to surge up the soles of the feet, kicked the golden lotus flower with one foot, rushed over like an arrow, and rushed to the front of the diamond cover, the speed was slow. Reduce, punch.

This punch is a bit different from before.

Miaofa frowned, slightly stunned.

The face of the fist burned with a blazing, dazzling, blue electric light.

A punch slammed into the Vajra hood, and there was a slight "click" sound, from the clenched fist, to the slightly raised knuckles, and then to the arm, blue electric light agitated, and the Buddha light that passed through the Vajra hood, golden color The Buddha's light and the electric light were intertwined, bursting open inch by inch along the arm, breaking.

Qiao Wan turned sideways to avoid Miaofa's raised hand.

He lifted his foot, put one foot on Miaofa's lower abdomen, turned over and straddled it.

Sensing that something was wrong, Miaofa immediately grabbed it and stuck his hand on Qiao Wan's neck.

Sword One Quick Kill!

The sword light swirled, and the blade stayed in front of the man's neck.

Jianguang didn't have time to retrieve it, so he moved forward half an inch, and cut a red bloodline in front of the Buddha's fair neck.

Qiao Wan sat astride the waist of Venerable Miaofa, clenched the sword in his hand, and looked at the dignified and majestic Buddha who was riding under him.

The navy blue hair was scattered on the ground, and a drop of blood slowly flowed down the Adam's apple.

Qiao Wan's hair was raised, and despite the fact that her neck was still stuck, she grinned brightly, "Senior, what do you think of this sword?"