Chapter 128 He is a natural furnace! 4K (1/2)

There are all kinds of physiques in this world, and these physiques will undoubtedly have a great amplification effect on the future path of cultivation for cultivators.

Ye Lingxuan's natural spiritual body makes her naturally have an excellent affinity for spiritual energy. When refining various kinds of elixirs, she can have a more acute perception than ordinary alchemists and know when to control the temperature.

Bai Ruoxi and Wei Mengrou's physiques are also very special. The former can use the bronze sword left by a great ancient master, while the latter has a demon-like talent for cultivation and daunting bad luck.

As for Mu Zhian...

This one is even more heavyweight.

The natural furnace has no amplification effect on one's own cultivation, but for others, it is more precious than natural materials and treasures.

Yan Ruyu sat at the tea table, looking far away, staring at the direction where Mu Zhian left, with a glimmer of light in her eyes.

The feeling just now is definitely not wrong... This Mu Zhian is definitely a natural furnace.

That's why Junior Sister Lan cares so much about him...

If other people knew about this, it would probably cause a lot of trouble... Yan Ruyu thought to herself.

"Sister Yan, what are you thinking about?" A gentle, sweet and crisp voice came from the side, pulling Yan Ruyu back to reality from her previous thoughts.

She turned her head and met the beautiful eyes of Princess Yongning. The princess had a kind smile like a sister next door, which was most likely to attract the love of little boys.

Yan Ruyu shook her head and smiled: "It's okay, compared to this, don't you plan to go over and take a look?"

When she said this, she glanced at the third prince standing at the door of the library.

"No hurry."

Yongning raised her head and looked at the useless Third Prince, smiled and said: "Let him reflect on it alone first."

Yan Ruyu was not interested in these royal family affairs, so she changed the subject and said: "You came to see your sister this time, it should not be just for some poetry, right?"

Princess Yongning slightly turned her head to look at the black robe beauty beside her, and smiled lightly: "Sister Yan really knows me very well."

"In fact, this time my father appointed me to ask some questions."

Yan Ruyu showed a look of "as expected", nodded and said: "You tell me."

"Why did the life span of the emperors in the world never exceed a hundred years?" Yongning raised his head and stared at Yan Ruyu, and asked softly.

Normally, it is no problem for a cultivator in the Qi training realm to live for two hundred years, but the emperors of the Dagan Dynasty have been replaced for several generations, and every emperor has at least the Qi training realm, but they all naturally aged within a hundred years.

What Yongning's father, the current emperor of the Dagan Dynasty, wants is the combination of 'immortal' and 'emperor', not to grow old and die after a hundred years.

"That's the way of heaven."

Yan Ruyu smiled faintly and said, "How can the luck of a country be so easy to bear? If your father asks you to ask, then tell him that the emperor and the monk cannot coexist."

"That's the way of heaven..." Princess Yongning repeated softly, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Yan Ruyu raised her head and looked in the direction where Mu Zhian had left before, seeming to be entangled.

...

"Senior, this is the skill that I have obtained. Please register it."

Ye Yu walked down the third floor of the library and said respectfully to the old man who was in charge of the door.

The old man was dressed simply. He raised his head slightly and looked at it. He was surprised and said, "Second-grade technique...?"

Ye Yu had a bit of pride in his eyes, but he didn't show it. He kept a humble attitude and said, "It's just that I have better luck and I got it by chance."

Although he said so, there was obviously a hint of pride in his eyes.

This is not surprising. Even for people with great luck, it is very difficult to get a second-grade technique. But not long after he entered the library, he got two second-grade techniques.

Such luck has surpassed other people with great luck by a lot. This is the great luck that only the "chosen son" can have!

After taking out the sect token and handing it to the old man who was guarding the door, after registering, Ye Yu saw a faint light on the sect token, which disappeared in a flash.

He left the library with the second-grade technique.

At this time, two or three female disciples followed Ye Yu and talked to him.

It was obvious that they had just heard the old man's words and thought that this was a person worth making friends with.

Ye Yu smiled at the kindness of the female disciple and enjoyed the praise.

At this time, an old sigh came from his body.

"Teacher, what's wrong?" Ye Yu responded in his heart.

"The Lone Star Sword obtained by Mu Zhian is much better than the technique you got later." The old man sighed in his heart.

Ye Yu's heart sank, and he asked the teacher in his heart: "The gap between the second-grade techniques should not be very big...?"

"There will naturally not be much difference between the heavenly and heavenly grades... However, the Lone Star Sword that Mu Zhian just took away can be evolved."

"Evolve...?"

"The future Lone Star Sword may be able to evolve into a top heavenly grade technique."

When the old man said this, he stopped talking and just sighed helplessly.

His disciple's luck and even talent are excellent. Even after being "cheated" by Mu Zhian to take away a second-grade technique, he still has such a strong luck to get the second second-grade technique.

It’s just that if you miss some opportunities, you’ve missed them. No matter how you try to save them, it won’t help.

And the other party may not know the evolution method of the Lone Star Sword... This can be regarded as one of the few good news.

But the indifferent smile on Ye Yu's face just now became a bit more gloomy.

…

Tianhe Garden.

Mu Zhian returned to the mansion, holding the newly acquired 'Lone Star Sword' technique in his hand, studying it carefully.

It has to be said that his talent is indeed good. After opening this second-level skill and memorizing the moves of the Lone Star Sword in his mind, less than an hour later, Mu Zhian felt a sudden enlightenment. .

To put it bluntly, this technique is a bit like the bronze sword Bai Ruoxi used that day.

Concentrate and reach the top.

After gathering the spiritual energy in it, with one strike of the sword, most of the spiritual energy in the cauldron was absorbed in an instant.

The power is amazing, but the disadvantages are also obvious.

"Tomorrow is the selection of the inner disciples. Although I am quite confident, I still need to practice seriously."

Mu Zhian sat cross-legged on the bedside with his eyes slightly closed, about to carefully comprehend the mystery of this second-level technique.

At this time, Bai Ruoxi, who had just finished reading a volume of books outside, walked into the room.

She was wearing a pair of light blue embroidered shoes. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Mu Zhian sitting cross-legged on the bedside.

The young man had a handsome face and graceful demeanor. In the eyes of Bai Ruoxi in the past, Mu Zhian was just a "trash" with a good skin, but now, when she looked at the handsome face of the young man, there was only emotional tenderness in her peach blossom eyes.

"Mu Lang..." Bai Ruoxi shouted softly.

"Let's talk later, I want to concentrate on my practice!" Mu Zhian replied seriously, concentrating on understanding the mystery of the Lone Star Sword.

If you don't want to disturb, don't disturb. Why are you so fierce... Bai Ruoxi pursed her lips in embarrassment, feeling unhappy.

If ordinary people had such a beautiful Taoist companion, they would not be able to part with her all day long.

Fortunately for Mu Zhian, he has been so "cold" for a long time.

Bai Ruoxi looked at Mu Zhian who was comprehending the technique with his eyes closed, and silently withdrew his gaze, lying on the table and watching him in a daze.

After nearly half a quarter of an hour, Mu Zhian quietly opened his eyes, but the mystery brought by the Lone Star Sword was echoing in his mind.

This technique is extremely destructive, but it needs to be used with caution. In addition, I still lack a handy weapon... Mu Zhi'an secretly thought, at this moment, he only had the mystery of the Lone Star Sword in his mind.

He looked at Bai Ruoxi who was sitting at the table in front of him. The beauty was wearing a white palace dress, with snow-white skin and loose hair. Because she was lying on the table, this action happened to make her breasts press on the table.

This is something that only a woman with great tolerance can do, and it is quite tempting.

They say they are called Ruoxi, but actually they can be called Naixi...

Because she is so big.

At this moment, the Lone Star Sword Technique that had just echoed in his mind had been completely replaced by Bai Ruoxi's figure. Mu Zhi'an moved slightly, got up and got out of bed, came to Bai Ruoxi's side, and grabbed one of her slender hands.

"What are you doing? Don't you, Mr. Mu, have to practice and have no time to pay attention to me?" Bai Ruoxi's cold face was calm, but her peach blossom eyes were full of resentment like a little girlfriend.

Mu Zhian stared at her and said seriously: "Ruoxi, I was wrong."

When he said this, his eyes were attracted by the unfathomable human heart.

So big and white...

Bai Ruoxi noticed Mu Zhian's eyes, her eyes flickered slightly, and said: "You are just in the middle of practicing, and I really shouldn't disturb you... But if you want to apologize, can Mu Lang promise me something?"

"Of course, for you, no matter how much I apologize, it's okay." Mu Zhian said with an expression on his face.

Then, there was a cool touch on his wrist, and he noticed the blind spot and said:

"Hmm... Ruoxi, why are you using the concentric lock?"

"Wait a moment... Concentric Lock lets you deal with the enemy, not me -"

After Mu Zhian finished speaking, the concentric lock had already landed on his wrist.

He sighed softly and said helplessly: "Forget it, if this makes you happy, it doesn't matter."

Mu Zhian blew out the candle and looked at Bai Ruoxi's cold face.

She stared at Mu Zhian with faint eyes, seemingly with a bit of expectation.

Mu Zhian could no longer bear it and said softly: "Let's go to bed."

…

Time flies, and another day has passed before I know it.

The next morning, Mu Zhian woke up early, and the concentric lock on his wrist had disappeared.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Bai Ruoxi, who seemed to be still sleeping soundly.

This great beauty from Tianxuan City was like a noble and holy snow lotus. She had experienced the ravages of the violent storm last night. At this time, her delicate and flawless face showed a faint blush, and she was a little charming in her holiness.

It seems that a drop of sweat can be vaguely seen on the beautiful neck, sliding down the seductive collarbone and sinking into the skirt of the clothes.

She gently held one of Mu Zhian's arms with both hands. The warmth in people's hearts made Mu Zhian narrow his eyes slightly. While enjoying it, he secretly shook his head and sighed.

Mu Zhian, Mu Zhian, you can't continue to degenerate like this. Night is the time for meditation and cultivation. How can you degenerate like this every day? !

But actually there is nothing we can do about it.

After all, this is also for the sake of Bai Ruoxi's cultivation.

Today was the selection ceremony for the inner disciples, but it was still early for the gathering, so Mu Zhian did not wake Bai Ruoxi immediately, but quietly took his hand out of her arms and got out of bed quietly.

Pushing open the door and feeling the sunshine on his face, Mu Zhian narrowed his eyes slightly and felt refreshed.

"Oh."

Suddenly there was a cold snort that seemed to be disdainful. Mu Zhian looked sideways and saw that the maid with stunning appearance and graceful curves was leaning against the pillar in front of the pavilion. The chest rose.

It's great to enjoy Sister Mengrou's disdain early in the morning... Mu Zhian smiled and said: "Sister Mengrou, good morning."

"Why did you wake up so early...Are you too nervous thinking about today's selection of inner disciples?" Mu Zhian continued to ask.

Wei Mengrou said coldly: "I'm just worried that you guys went too far and missed the selection ceremony in the morning."

She especially emphasized the word "play" and expressed her disdain in her words.

"What does it mean to play... I'm just fighting for Ruoxi's cultivation." Mu Zhian defended himself solemnly.

Then, he looked Wei Mengrou up and down and continued: "Actually, I can also help Sister Mengrou... Although I am a little tired, if it is for Sister Mengrou, I don't mind no matter how hard it is."

Wei Mengrou looked at him sideways and was too lazy to talk to her young master.

After a while, she suddenly asked: "Didn't I hear yesterday that the eldest princess would send millions of spiritual stones?"

Mu Zhian nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I'll probably come to visit you in the next two days."

"As for now, let's get the quota of inner disciples first."

When Wei Mengrou heard this, she couldn't help but look at Mu Zhian twice and said, "You look quite confident?"

This is the Liangyi Sect, not Tianxuan City. Mu Zhian's identity does not have much effect here, and those leaders will only recruit inner sect disciples with excellent talents.

"If I can't become an inner disciple, I will have to rely on Sister Mengrou to support me in the future." Mu Zhian sighed softly, looked up at Wei Mengju and said, "Sister Mengrou won't dislike me, right?"

Wei Mengrou curled her lips and said calmly: "Young Master is joking, I can't afford to support a person who has two legs."

When she said this, Wei Mengrou couldn't help but think about it for a moment.

The positions between the two were exchanged, and Mu Zhian served her tea and water...

Hmm... I always find this picture a bit hard to imagine.

Although he usually looks very shameless, my young master is still a very proud person at heart.

Although she didn't know it, this person who was very proud at heart had fantasized about the wonderful future of being stepped on by his own maid more than once.

"To be honest, are you confident?" Wei Mengrou asked suddenly.

If Mu Zhian cannot become an inner disciple, she will also not accept any invitation from the leader.

"nature."

Mu Zhian smiled lightly and said: "So if the leader of a certain main peak invites Sister Mengrou to be an inner disciple, I will accept it."

When the sect competition comes, all the people from their side will be... It's quite interesting to think about it.

As if feeling that Wei Mengrou was still a little worried about him, Mu Zhian smiled and said, "If nothing else happens, not only will I have a place as an inner disciple... but I will also have many choices."

There are many geniuses this time, but the one who can play a role in the first place in a short period of time, or even for a long time in the future, is probably Mu Zhian.

Coupled with the relationship between spiritual dragons...

How to choose? After careful consideration in the past two days, those leaders probably already have the answer in their hearts.