"Senior, we are just a little older than you." Yingtan quickly refused.
As soon as these words came out, Mo Xue fell silent, but she was secretly slandering him in her heart.
At first glance, these two guys are not from Tianqi Imperial Capital. Calling you senior is a compliment to you. Now, no one can give her guidance. No one in the entire mansion dares to give her guidance, because the paths and cultivation paths of immortal cultivators and mystical cultivators are completely different.
Mo Xue smiled slightly, her long black hair was blown by the wind, and was dyed golden by the sunset, making her beautiful.
"Your strength is incomparable to what I am now. Without the guidance of immortal cultivators, I cannot practice at all. You must know that in the entire Apocalypse Empire, there is not a single immortal cultivator who has a body of essence but cannot cultivate immortality. Do you know how painful it is?
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Mo Xue's words silenced Ying Tan. Mo Xue's words were very reasonable. They were stronger than her, but they just had the right time, place, and right people. Mo Xue was self-taught and could be considered a genius.
After saying this, Mo Xue took a deep breath. How come she didn't know that her father's expression every time he saw her was filled with helplessness, regret and regret.
Although the three elders looked full of joy, they also lamented repeatedly. Although they were strong mystical cultivators, they were not immortal cultivators and could not give guidance to Mo Xue.
Could this piece of beautiful jade be scrapped like this?
At this moment, Mo Xue felt a breeze blowing by. She glanced attentively and saw a slender hand appearing in front of her eyes.
Mo Xue almost screamed, is this the strength of immortal cultivators? Is this the rumor of immortal cultivators?
The handsome man was obviously on the flower tree, but why were his hands in front of her?
Feeling the harmlessness of these hands, Mo Xue's body relaxed slightly.
There was silence for a second, and then the beautiful man's unique voice said, "Yours is a self-cultivation of essence, but the essence is impure, so it can only be regarded as a low-level immortal cultivator."
It turned out that those hands just now were exploring the essence in her body. Mo Xue took a breath, and then her eyes sank when she heard about the low-level immortal cultivators. In her dictionary, there was no high or low.
If she doesn't do it, she won't do it. If she does, she must be the strongest.
A pair of bright eyes shone with an unwillingness to admit defeat. The beautiful boy who saw all this in his eyes quietly pursed his lips with interest. The little wild cat was still not convinced.
"Seeing that you are from the same sect, I will give you a book that contains the mental formulas for cultivating immortals."
"Brother Yi, how can you give her our things?"
Yingtan pouted, somewhat dissatisfied with the handsome man's behavior, but seemed to dare not say anything more.