Even if Ao Xian didn't say anything, Shen Guanyu planned to do the same.
She had discovered earlier that the turtle had been following her loomingly, always hitting her from behind while she was attacking in front.
Shen Guanyu used a decorative belt to tie up Little Zhui Feng, and like a swordfish, he dashed out of the river from left to right.
The battle situation on the river is no easier than below it. There are monsters everywhere and there are people fighting against each other. Tens of thousands of creatures are fighting in a melee. With your eyes, you can't find the figures of your friends.
While she was breathing heavily, she pressed Zhui Feng's abdominal cavity to help him drain the water.
It was a monster after all, no matter how weak it was, the water would not have a big impact, Zhui Feng whined lowly.
Shen Guanyu smoothed its wet fur: "Don't be afraid, my sister will avenge you now.
Come and take a big breath and hold it in."
While Xiao Zhuifeng was breathing obediently, Shen Guanyu used his buoyancy to avoid another black-clawed crab.
Submerged into the river, she pretended to fight with him, always guarding her back.
A giant pincer came towards her, and right now, she curled up and fell sideways, and the turtle behind her collided head-on with the black pincer.
Fortunately, the turtle shrank its head quickly, otherwise its head would really be pinched. It thought it could dodge quickly and sink steadily, but unexpectedly, its short tail was scratched.
In pain, he stuck his head out to see which bastard was attacking him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he saw the female disciple he was chasing, grabbing her head and shins behind her ears with her hands.
The result of the futile struggle is that people use more and more force, help!
"Quickly let go." A deep voice came, "If you push harder, it will die."
Shen Guanyu saw the green bean-eyed turtle in front of him and looked eagerly to the left.
The next moment, a turtle as big as several houses swam quickly in front of us and said, "Little friend, let go quickly."
In the world of cultivating immortals, when she saw an old turtle talking under the river, Shen Guanyu said it was normal, and she motioned the old turtle to talk to the surface of the river.
The old turtle turned around neatly and carried both the fish and the little turtle onto the water where no other people or monsters could be seen.
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In front of the water-shadowed mirror in the main hall of the Headmaster and Director of Xuanxiang Peak, Zhang He Zhenjun smiled unkindly: "This old turtle, no matter how many good things I give it every year, it won't let me sit even once.
Wasn’t it because I was ignorant when I was young that I smashed the spirit sculpture coral in front of its cave?”
"Senior sister, I heard from my master that you dug up all the honey-centred lotus roots that Old Turtle had raised for thousands of years to make elixirs." Zhenjun Yousheng said casually.
Zhang He clenched his fist fiercely: "What? Do you have any objections?"
"No, no, no." Zhenjun Yousheng slapped his mouth, "I didn't say anything just now. My brothers and sisters bear witness to me."
"I heard it." Ziyong Zhenjun poured a cup of tea casually.
Chen Shui and others also said: "I heard it too."
"Ah! It's so painful." Zhenjun Yousheng didn't dare to vomit the elixir that Zhang He and his senior sister brought.
Zhang Hezhenjun was satisfied, "Humph!"
Shen Guanyu in the river was also relatively satisfied. She didn't know why the old turtle didn't use thunder to control her, but if she wanted to let her go, no, let the turtle go, then she would carry her to the other side with her friends. .
Unexpectedly, the old turtle actually agreed. Unfortunately, it did not agree to carry more people ashore.
Of course Shen Guanyu released the turtle with satisfaction, "Thank you, Grandpa Turtle."
"Call me Prime Minister Turtle." The old turtle was not happy to hear people call him grandpa, so he said while swimming: "A thousand-year-old king, a turtle that is eighty-thousand years old, it takes our thousand years to be equal to one year of your human race."
The corner of Shen Guanyu's mouth twitched slightly, as long as you are happy, Xiao Zhui Feng let out a yelp, as if to express surprise.
Ao Xian sent a message to her and said: "This old turtle is only over 20,000 years old, so he is indeed not old.
The demon tribe counts every hundred years as one year."
Shen Guanyu couldn't help but be curious: "Then you have remembered things since you were in mother dragon's belly, and you have slept in dragon eggs for tens of thousands of years. How old is one year after you hatch?"
"What's in the eggshell doesn't count, it's based on the level of cultivation after hatching." Ao Xian's fifth level is counted as five years old when he hatches.
"Hey, who are you talking to, little friend?" The old turtle stopped swimming.
Shen Guanyu shook his head: "You heard wrong."
"Haha!" The old turtle laughed softly. It is not old. It would not agree to carry this girl unless it was trying to protect an uncontracted wind-chasing tiger. "Sit still, I want to speed up."
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In the director's hall, Chen Shui stared closely at Shen Guanyu, who was brought down by Prime Minister Turtle at the speed of light.
What he felt earlier in Baihua City Square was correct. This child had some kind of demon or spiritual object that cultivated consciousness, and it was not affected by the Jueling Array.
Then there is a possibility that it resides in Shen Guanyu's sea of consciousness. Only in this way can they communicate without spiritual consciousness.
Another possibility is that they are the remnant souls of some high-level monks. He shook his head. This is impossible. There is an innate spiritual treasure Litian Mirror on the stone pillar of the sect, and any remnant soul is almost invisible in front of it.
To cover up, he said: "If Shen Guanyu is sent ashore by Prime Minister Gui, will he pass the test?"
Ziyong, Zhanghe and Guanmeng were all great cultivators of the Yuan Dynasty, so of course they wouldn't think that Lao Gui was targeting them unintentionally.
Is it just that the junior brother has already taken a fancy to this disciple?
Several people looked at Chang Ju at the same time.
"Ahem! After all, luck is also a kind of strength." Chang Ju felt uncomfortable being looked at by everyone, "Well, I forgot to tell you that this disciple not only offered Dragon Tears.
And in the treasure house of Baihua City, I successfully took out the silver lightning thunder dragon gun refined by the ancestor."
Several people were very excited when they heard this. Even Shen De, who always liked to be an invisible man, couldn't help but keep an eye on the disciples in Shui Ying Bi Nei.
Ever since the Patriarch Bingji placed the spear in Baihua City, the elders of all generations have hoped that their disciples would have the opportunity to obtain it.
But I never thought that this gun would be obtained by a casual cultivator who had lived in the Demon Sect for a long time 20,000 years ago.
After the astonishingly talented monk died, with only the tip of the spear left, he returned to his original position in the treasure house.
"Wait!" Zhenjun Ziyong was the first to calm down, "What kind of spiritual root does this child have? The sect has not received a mutated spiritual root for many generations."
"The three spiritual roots of water, wood, and fire." Chang Ju looked at Chen Shui and said, "Senior brother Chen Shui recently discovered that this child may have hidden spiritual roots like him.
Only in this way can she easily get the gun tip."
Suddenly the only sounds in the hall could be heard were the sounds of the disciples fighting with the monsters on the water mirror.
Hidden spiritual roots!
Even though it may look like a supernatural spiritual root, it appears and disappears from time to time, and those who possess it will not be able to discover it unless they have the opportunity.
I just feel that introducing Qi into the body is slower than ordinary people. After advancing to the fifth level of Qi refining, the speed of cultivation drops off a cliff.
If it is not discovered in time, or if it is discovered that there is no resource to stimulate the stability of the hidden spirit root, it may just be a small Qi refiner in life.
When Chen Shui was discovered by the elders, it took almost 30% of the sect's secrets to activate the Hidden Thunder Spiritual Root.
Now there is another Hidden Spirit Root, hiss! Should they all leave the sect to look for materials to replenish the secret vault?
As for who she was talking to, as long as it wasn't some remnant soul, but a demonic wood spirit or a weapon spirit, they wouldn't care.
If you have the opportunity to get it, that is also the disciple's ability.
Of course Shen Guanyu knew nothing about this. It had been less than a month since she advanced to the fifth level, and she still didn't feel anything.
At this time, she was helping her friends everywhere after the old turtle became invisible.
After a lot of work, all the teammates came ashore, and the old turtle and the little turtle disappeared like a flash of light.
"It's getting dark." Tang Yue was lying on the grass. She couldn't use her spiritual power to dry the clothes. She was a little cold.
The lighters, candles, etc. that Shen Guanyu had originally prepared had long ago fallen to the bottom of the river. She helped Zhui Feng brush the hair, hoping that it would dry out quickly.
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