While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

After Ji Hongxuan said this, Zhuang Fei also reacted.

Looking at Song Zhi who was struggling to protect his body in the barrier, Zhuang Fei showed a look of contemplation on his face.

After a few breaths, he made up his mind and reached out to take off the gold frame from his left eye.

"Lao Zhuang, you..."

Does it require such a big sacrifice?

Ji Hongxuan couldn't help but screamed when he saw this scene.

He wanted to stop him, but he stopped talking rationally.

Zhuang Fei is different from their Ji family.

The banker and Song Zhi have long been connected by fate, and they are dependent on each other for life and death.

Zhuang Fei wanted to try his best to help Song Zhi.

"Junior sister, the secret realm of the air bag in the tiankeng of Yanli Mine has been captured by me in the Prison Dragon Lock."

"Now you can only rely on yourself to improve your strength to completely recover and refine the spiritual fire and renew the contract."

"Senior brother, I will protect you for a month, I hope you will not let me down!"

In Song Zhi's daze, he only heard two majestic shouts from Zhuang Fei.

She struggled to reply, and the person suddenly appeared in the familiar space air bag.

Looking at Song Zhi, whose limbs were burned by spiritual fire in the ancient secret place he had stayed in before, he opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black charcoal smoke, while struggling to climb up the shore.

The nascent spiritual fire...

I’m not done with you! !

*

Song Zhi originally planned to do it after the incident in Desert Continent was over.

She took her apprentice and sixth senior brother directly back to the sect to practice and retreat.

The fifth senior brother is originally a ranger. He relies on fighting with others to gain insights into the sword's will and complete his advancement.

Therefore, Song Zhi did not count Feng Ye's head this time when he returned.

Who would have thought that plans could not keep up with changes.

With one move, Ji Hongxuan took away the thorn flame mother stone that stabilized the nascent spiritual fire. The spiritual source and spiritual fire in her body were completely out of balance.

After tens of thousands of years of wear and tear, the power of the spiritual fire has been reduced to 50%.

If Song Zhi wants to survive to the extreme, he will make a contract to contain the spiritual fire.

I can only practice quietly and strive to improve my cultivation as soon as possible.

Only in this way can she suppress the strong with force.

And in the secret space air bag she is currently in, the flow of time is already slower than the outside world.

Fifty years in a secret place is just one day in the outside world.

This place is most suitable for young monks like Song Zhi who are eager for success.

*

"Sword Master, it's time to practice the third technique of the Supreme Sword Technique of Inviting Heaven!"

"When the sword technique is completed, this difficulty will be alleviated."

While Song Zhi was lying on the grass, stuffing Jiupin Dan into his mouth to save his life, and relying on layers of golden armor talismans to survive, the five-clawed black dragon sword suddenly made a buzzing sound.

The next moment, the figure of the sword spirit Ye Lin appeared in front of Song Zhi.

When Ye Lin mentioned it, Song Zhi immediately remembered the training requirements for the three techniques of the Supreme Sword Art of Inviting Heaven, which can only be opened by cultivating the golden elixir.

She is now a golden elixir, and can just practice the Three Middle Sword Techniques!

After thinking about it, Song Zhi didn't hesitate and immediately summoned the jade slip that recorded the sword technique.

She put the jade slip against her forehead, closed her eyes and immersed herself in the teaching of swordsmanship.

As she was fascinated and moved her body at will, a form of the tower body that was no different from the Zhenyuan Tower suddenly emerged from behind her.

Song Zhi was not aware of this at all.

She has been immersed in the mystery of Zhongsanjianjue.

*

Time flies, and a month flies by.

During this month, the current head of the banker, Zhuang Fei, suddenly announced his retreat.

He handed over the authority in his hands to his two junior brothers and his wife Thyme.

The outside world couldn't help but speculate that Zhuang Fei had an epiphany and was preparing to go into seclusion and be promoted to Yuanzhong.

If not, Zhuang Pi should show up and personally accept the invitations sent by Lin Xiancheng and Hanyuan Sect. While Song Zhi was trapped in the cage and focused on practicing, Su Zhi, who had returned to Hanyuan Sect early, also ushered in earth-shaking changes.

The first thing to bear the brunt was that Su Zhi had to succumb to the master's arrangement and enter into an engagement with Gong Wujun, the young lord of Linxian City, for the sake of her own life and that of Danzong Wu Ziye.

Gong Wujun wanted to strike while the iron was hot and marry Su Zhi at once.

Su Zhi used the excuse that Master Bo Bo Shan had not yet left seclusion.

She wanted to wait for the Master to come out of isolation and solemnize the wedding for her in person, so she postponed the wedding indefinitely.

Gong Wujun didn't know whether he really loved Su Zhi or was afraid of the sword master. After much hesitation, he agreed to the matter.

However, the certain Taoist couple ran away halfway, and Gong Wujun forcefully demanded that the engagement ceremony be held in Linxian City.

This style of imitating a wedding ceremony in the mortal world is unique in the world of cultivation.

Not to mention the monks who received the invitation wanted to go, even the monks who did not receive the invitation still tried their best to attend.

This made Zhuang Fei, who refused to participate, a bit out of place.

Therefore, it indirectly attracted the attention of half of the cultivation world, causing outsiders to speculate whether Zhuang Wei would complete the advancement.

The second-in-command of Tingfeng Pavilion, Hua Hua, saw the right opportunity and immediately ordered his branches to launch gambling games on all continents, betting on whether Zhuang Xi could be promoted successfully.

Because the odds are huge, the number of people involved and the scope are huge.

It once became a hot topic in the cultivation world, and even suppressed the news that Sword Master's second disciple was engaged to the young city lord of Linxian City.

This situation also made the few insiders dumbfounded.

*

"Sixth Uncle, is there no news about my master yet?"

"I feel very uneasy."

"I feel that Master is in danger."

In a restaurant outside Zhuangjiabao, Zhao Muyang had two writing brushes on his head and several account books floating in front of his eyes.

He stared at the account book with one eye and the abacus in his hand with the other.

When he was too busy to touch the ground, Wang Lu, who was silently helping to check the accounts, suddenly asked.

Zhao Muyang was stunned for a while before he reacted.

damn it!

Recently, he was fascinated by the prosperity of the banker making money every day, and he actually forgot about his most important junior sister.

It's time to fight!

You must not let your junior sister know about this, otherwise she will definitely give him two sharp daggers.

After thinking about it, Zhao Muyang gathered his mind, subconsciously slowed down his calculations, and said patiently and comfortingly: "Don't worry, little Lulu."

"Didn't your fourth uncle say that?"

"Your master is in danger, but she can handle it."

"As the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger. As long as she survives it, she will gain a lot."

"We are of low cultivation and cannot help your master, but we can help your fourth uncle."

"Don't forget, your fourth uncle was attacked by spiritual fire for a month just to protect your master!"

"Tsk, tsk, Fourth Senior Brother looks cold, but he didn't expect that he is so hot inside."

"If one day, I can get such help from Fourth Senior Brother, even if I die immediately, I will be willing~"

Zhao Muyang said with a sigh on his face, his little eyes extremely obsessed.

Wang Lu didn't quite understand Zhao Muyang's thinking, but after being comforted by him, she felt relieved.

I hope Master can turn bad times into good ones.

"If the Buddha really has a spirit, please help Lulu protect the master."

Wang Lu turned her back.

She took off the small amulet from her neck, held it in her hand, then closed her eyes and prayed devoutly.

But these children's words that should have been floating in the air were transmitted to the ears of the Buddha through the small Buddha amulet as promised.

Buddha, who was meditating in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes, which were transparent and peaceful.

"Fellow Daoist Song..."