Yao Man looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, his eyes were solemn.
Different from the ignorant fallacies of those with low power below, she knew from the beginning that Su Xinglan was not simple.
How could the person Gu Changxiao, the ancestor of Wudian, value so much, really be as mediocre in qualifications as widely rumored?
Dharma form, immortal body, or some unknown special bones, Su Xinglan must be one of them.
Only with this possibility could Gu Changxiao, who always looked down upon the world, make an exception and accept him as his disciple.
Once you enter the Martial Palace to worship, from then on one person will be inferior to ten thousand people.
Just like the powerful immortal power he suddenly burst out at this moment, no one moved, and the air wave was overwhelming.
Invisibly locking the sky above Deqing Restaurant, the sword's power increased steadily.
That is no longer the level of cultivation that the seventh-level True Immortal can achieve, but...
Stomping her right foot lightly, Yao Man, who had no time to think about it, immediately jumped into the air and retreated. With her hand facing forward, a pink peach blossom bloomed in her palm.
The next moment, she put the peach blossom between her eyebrows without hesitation, sprayed blood mist from her mouth, and muttered something.
"what happened?"
"This, this is the first move. Why does Yao Man use his natal magic weapon "Peach Blossom Seal" to improve his cultivation?"
"She is in the early stage of the eighth-level True Immortal. Isn't it easy to deal with Su Xinglan, who is trying to force people to grow up?"
"It's strange, this hand is really hard to understand."
In the open square nearest to Deqing Restaurant, there was a mature woman of the sixth level of the True Immortal. She frowned and whispered, puzzled and asked: "Isn't it possible that Su Xinglan's true cultivation level is not the Great Perfection of the Seventh Level of the True Immortal, but Yao Man's
superior?"
She was talking to herself as loudly as a mosquito or a fly, but she was heard by the elderly monks nearby.
The old man smiled profoundly and said without hesitation: "There are some things that cannot be explained just from the surface."
"Just like the fluctuations of immortal power emanating from Su Xinglan's body, it is undoubtedly the Great Perfection of the seventh-grade True Immortal."
"You can sense it, and everyone present can sense it."
"but......"
Deliberately trying to show off, the old man glanced at the mature woman's majestic chest without leaving any trace, and there was a flash of light in his eyes and said: "If you don't take action, he will reach the Great Perfection of the seventh level of a true immortal. With this action, his cultivation will be as good as that of a true immortal."
Late eighth grade."
"No, his power has not yet reached its peak, so it is possible that he is the eighth-level True Immortal."
"How can you let Yao Man, who is in the early stage of the eighth-level True Immortal, face the improvement of his cultivation level calmly?"
The mature woman's pupils shrank in shock and she retorted flatly: "How is that possible?"
"Su Xinglan didn't swallow the elixir to improve his cultivation, and he didn't borrow his natal immortal weapon."
"Third, he only used the semi-immortal weapon brought from the small world from beginning to end, and never used any secret techniques to improve his cultivation."
"So, how can he make a breakthrough in an entire realm for no reason?"
The old man stroked his gray beard and said with an ambiguous expression: "Want to know?"
The mature woman nodded subconsciously, feeling the fiery gaze cast by the other party. She simply released her right hand covering her chest, and said with a bright smile: "My little girl Xueqing is from the southern region of the fairyland. I came to the northern region this time."
During the experience, I want to have a clear understanding of my state of mind and reach the seventh level of true immortality in one fell swoop."
"Senior, if you are willing to give me some advice, I would be very grateful."
After saying that, she bowed with a peach blossom face.
The temptation to reject is yet to be welcomed, it is indescribably charming and moving.
The old man who was a ninth-level true immortal understood it, and said with a lewd smile: "I am a casual cultivator, the world is big and the earth is big, and I am free and at ease."
"Some of it is time, and some of it is energy."
"There is also a small single-family house in Leyang City with several vacant rooms."
"If the fairy doesn't mind, I would like to act as a guide for you and have a good time around this place."
The old big hand behind him suddenly dropped, and intentionally or unintentionally swept over the mature woman's round and perky buttocks.
The latter's eyes were dazzled and he was very angry.
The old man laughed heartily, then brought the topic back to Su Xinglan and said: "I can't see his wonderful method of improving his cultivation for the time being, but it should be related to the two strange auras operating in his hands."
The mature woman said depressedly: "What's the explanation?"
The old man pondered for a moment and said hesitantly: "In my mind's perception, the two strange qi are literary qi and martial qi."
"Su Xinglan is a direct disciple of the Martial Palace. It is normal for him to have martial arts to refine."
"But that literary spirit..."
"Especially with such a pure literary spirit, there is a faint hint of literary palace..."
Before he finished speaking, a light suddenly appeared in his muddy old eyes and he said: "Sure enough, at the peak of his power, he is the Eighth Grade True Immortal, Great Perfection."
"boom."
Following the old man's reminder, the mature woman quickly raised her head and looked up into the sky.
Under the dark night, the fingertips of Su Xinglan's left hand bloomed with a gentle yellow light, entwined with literary spirit.
