Chapter 521: Discipline, let go (52)

Especially the younger brother, who was horrified and forgot the pain of the broken arm. His father had a relationship with a fairy, but the immortal's momentum was not half that of the woman. Immediately, she was scared to sneak on the ground and beg for mercy. "The immortal is forgiving, and it is a small moment of mourning, but I don't know if it is a fairy." As he spoke and licked his cheek, he looked very embarrassed.
When the slaves around him saw it, they also scared the courage and followed them together.
Shen Mubai waved his hand and said, "But it."
And this has already been learned.
just...
Shen Mubai looked at the brow with a sullen feast, but his heart was shocked.
You must know that anyone who is comprehending the truth can't be too strong and arrogant, but she just felt the bitter killing.
Perhaps she noticed her sight, the feast looked over, and the breath of her body disappeared in an instant, "Master?"
Shen Mubai said faintly, "Nothing, don't bother with these mortals, and we will return to the sect."
Just my heart is thinking about the things that are just.
She didn't notice that at the moment she was looking away, the hand that fell on the side of the feast was slightly clenched.
Is the Master blaming me? Or to say... The Master has already seen something, so it suddenly becomes so cold.
He thought.
In that small secret, the feast has always been secretly practicing the method given by the old man. The magic root is different from other spiritual roots, and it is hard to be noticed when it is not fully revealed.
Unless you are a powerful person with a different treasure, you can't find it even if you are distracted.
Therefore, the feast will be so reassuring that it will be cultivated under the eyes of his own master. Moreover, the cultivation method is very wonderful. The whole person seems to have entered another space. Only he can detect the outside world, and the outside world cannot detect him.
It’s just that the speed of cultivation is amazingly fast. If there is not a pair of roots to make a scorpion, I am afraid that it has been suspected.
After returning to the Qiyang ancestor, the feast was even more cautious and fearful throughout the day.
After discovering that the teacher’s attitude was not alienated in the days since then, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, Shen Mubai thought that the source of the feast was because of the small mystery. They stayed in it for a full year, and there were countless monsters killed during the period. At that time, she only wanted to let the other person experience, but did not consider Possible consequences.
The cultivation of the immortal world has always had a causal relationship. The feast has killed so many monsters. It is likely that the fruit is accompanied by it. Shen Mubai does not know whether other monks will do the same. After realizing this possibility, She made up her mind that she would not make such a mistake in the future.
And that sword, Shen Mubai spent two years to refine.
During the feast, I practiced day and night on the Xueling Peak, meditating and learning the mind, and the men and women did not see each other.
Mainly in refining the spirit sword, we must concentrate on it. If we neglect it, we will fail. Shen Mubai can't dare to make a joke with Tiandibao, and immediately sighed the next thing, and then closed the door.
At the moment of the successful refining of the sword, an enchanting image appeared in the sky, showing people that a good magic weapon has been born.
Shen Mubai was holding the sword with joy and joy. He just wanted to open the door and went to find a feast.
The other party has already waited in front of the house, and the blind man will not look at it for a moment, and he will sigh with a low voice. "Master."
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