Chapter 523: Beg to Be Spared (52)

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Especially this gentleman, his face was frightened, and he forgot the pain of his broken arm. His father had a relationship with an immortal, but the immortal's momentum was not half that of this woman, and he was immediately so frightened that he begged for mercy on the ground, "The immortal spares his life, but he is a little one who has a bad idea for a while, and he doesn't know that he is an immortal." He slapped his cheek as he spoke, looking very embarrassed.

Seeing this, the servants around him were also frightened and knelt down together.

Shen Mubai waved his hand and said, "That's it." ”

And this gentleman has also been taught a lesson.

It's just that...

Shen Mubai looked at the angry banquet between his eyebrows beside him, but he was shocked in his heart.

You must know that as long as a person cultivates the truth, the evil aura and anger on her body can't be too strong, but she really felt that piercing killing intent just now.

Perhaps sensing her gaze, Yan Rong looked over, and the aura on his body disappeared in an instant, "Master? ”

Shen Mubai said lightly, "It's nothing, don't pay attention to these mortals, let's go back to the sect." ”

It's just that I'm thinking about things in my heart.

She didn't notice that the moment she looked away, Yan Rong's hand clenched slightly.

Is the master blaming me? Or is it... Shizun had already seen something, so he suddenly became so cold.

He thought to himself.

In that small secret realm, Yan Rong had actually been secretly cultivating the method given by the old man, and the demon spirit root was different from other spirit roots, it was difficult to be detected when it was not completely revealed.

Unless it is the powerful person with a strange treasure who has the heart to investigate, it will not be discovered even during the distraction period.

That's why Yan Rong can be so relieved to cultivate under the nose of his own master, and that kind of cultivation method is very wonderful, the whole person seems to have entered another space, only he can perceive the outside world, and the outside world can't detect him.

It's just that this cultivation speed is amazingly fast, if it weren't for the two spiritual roots as a cover, I'm afraid it would have been suspected.

After returning to the Qiyang Sect, Yanrong was even more cautious, and he was worried all day long.

After discovering that Shizun's attitude was not distant in the days that followed, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, Shen Mubai thought that the source of Yanrong's anger was because of that small secret realm, they stayed in it for a full year, during which they killed countless demon beasts, she only wanted the other party to experience it at that time, but she didn't think about the possible consequences.

The immortal cultivation world has always had a causal relationship, Yan Rong killed so many demon beasts, it is very likely that it will be accompanied by that fruit, Shen Mubai doesn't know if other monks will be like this, after realizing this possibility, she made up her mind that she will never make this kind of mistake in the future.

And that spirit sword, it took Shen Mubai two years to refine.

During this period, Yanrong practiced day after day on Xueling Peak, meditated, and learned the mental method, but the master and apprentice failed to meet each other last time.

Mainly in refining the spirit sword, you must concentrate, the slightest negligence will fail, Shen Mubai did not dare to joke with the treasure of heaven and earth, and immediately instructed the next matters of the banquet, and then closed the door.

At the moment when the spirit sword was successfully refined, a beautiful strange image appeared in the sky, showing people that a good magic weapon had been born.

Shen Mubai was full of joy holding the spirit sword, and just wanted to open the door to find Yan Rong.

The other party was already waiting in front of the house, his eyes looked over for a moment, and he said in a low voice, "Master." ”