The daily life of people with super powers

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"Well, give the remaining spirit stones to Xia Fan, and teach him some secrets. The rest is up to him."

The so-called master leads you in, and cultivation depends on the individual.

There wasn't much he could do, he could only provide enough resources.

Tang Ansheng carried the little Taoist boy and strode down.

"The first step in cultivating immortality begins in the Punishment Hall."

Tang Ansheng has currently set a goal for himself, which is to upgrade his Xuanshui Flag to the Wanhun Banner.

Oh, no, at that time, this thing should be honored as the Human Emperor Banner.

Chapter 6: Ansheng Daoye rectifying the evil tendencies (k)

"Come out, get out."

"coward."

"This is not a good place you can eat, and you don't mind the pain!"

Outside a stone house, several people were shouting and cursing, but no matter how they cursed, there was no movement inside the stone house.

One of them was tired of shouting, so he ran to the boy who was sitting on the side with a vicious expression, lowered his head and said, "Brother Shen, they won't open the door, what should we do?"

The young man called Brother Shen stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, I said I would give you a nice stone house, so you can relax about this matter."

"But now they won't open the door and we can't get in." said the distressed boy.

His name is Jiang Cha. His family is a wealthy family in the tea brick business and they are very rich.

But when he came to the sect, he realized that having money was not enough, he also needed people.

As a child of an ordinary family, no matter how rich he was, he was nothing here, so he immediately offered money and tried to curry favor with Brother Shen.

The Brother Shen he mentioned is named Shen Zhenwu. Shen Zhenwu himself is nothing, but he has a sister who is an outer disciple of Huashen Sect and ranks relatively high.

Relying on this relationship, Shen Zhenwu gathered several subordinates here.

He took one of the largest stone houses and a few medium-sized ones and distributed them to his men. Now the only thing he was missing was the ginger tea.

After these few days, everyone understood that the bigger the stone house, the faster the cultivation speed would be, so there was a scramble for the stone house at the beginning.

Shen Zhenwu relied on his large number of people and his own strength, and no one dared to compete with him except the top few.

"This is easy. They have to eat no matter what. Send two people to take turns guarding them. As soon as they come out to get food, stop them."

"And then ask me to take care of them."

"I'm going to practice now, don't call me if you have nothing else."

Shen Zhenwu swaggered towards the largest stone houses. Seeing this, Jiang Cha didn't dare to stop him. She could only say bitterly in her heart: "Humph, you just took advantage of me and ignored me. Damn it, damn it!"

No matter how much Jiang Cha hated him, he could only grit his teeth and swallow it. After all, he really couldn't afford to offend Shen Zhenwu.

In the end, you can only do what the other party says.

As for Shen Zhenwu who was leaving, he sneered: "Oh, you are just a mortal. I only gave you some silver coins, and you still want me to help you desperately?"

"You are just a few dogs I raise. Just give you a few bones as a token of my appreciation."

These people were just tools he used to rob the stone house.

"However, there are still a few months left, so we can't squeeze them too much. We have to give them some sweet treats."

"Wait until I enter the immortal path... hehe."

Sister Shen Zhenwu is a true outer disciple of the Huashen Sect. Influenced by his sister, he knows that nothing here is as important as his entry into the immortal path.

"We are just mortals after all. We have a narrow mind and cannot even see clearly such things." Shen Zhenwu laughed and walked into his stone house.

As for the stone house whose door was knocked, Xia Fan and Zhou Qiubo were staying inside.

"Brother Xia Fan, what should we do now?" Zhou Qiubo looked bitter.

He originally thought that the two of them could occupy a medium-sized stone house and no one would disturb them.

After all, there are several high-quality rooms, enough for those who really have a good background, but I didn’t expect that I would be chosen by the other party in the end.

Although Zhou Qiubo was the son of a marquis of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he had no martial arts skills, was fat, and had difficulty moving, so the stone house was robbed.

If Xia Fan hadn't asked him to live with him, Zhou Qiubo felt that he would have no choice but to live in those small, shabby stone houses that no one wanted.

From his observation, the small and dilapidated stone house probably did not have any formation effect and did not increase the speed of absorbing spiritual energy at all.

If you want to embark on the path to immortality in such an environment, you must have good aptitude.

But if he had good aptitude, he would have embarked on the path to immortality the first time he came.

"It's okay. The sound insulation of this stone house is quite good. Let them make as much noise as they want." Xia Fan touched a bruise on his face, grimacing in pain.

The other party not only had eyes for Zhou Qiubo, but also for him, because in the other party's eyes he had no background.

Fortunately, he reached the leather training realm and learned some martial arts secrets from Tang Ansheng. He fought with several people on the opposite side and managed to win neither.

"The guy named Shen Zhenwu is at least at the third level of martial arts, the tendon training level." Xia Fan thought to himself.

The bruises on his face were caused by the other party.

At that time, he grabbed the opponent's right hand and subconsciously wanted to use the "Golden Snake Silk Hand" taught to him by his grandfather. Unexpectedly, the opponent's veins bulged, and he was as strong as an ox, and he easily grasped him.

If it weren't for the sect's rules, he would probably have had his right hand broken by the opponent, but even so he was hit several times.

"What about eating?" Zhou Qiubo sighed, "Alas, Brother Xia Fan, I have caused you trouble."

"Three meals a day will be delivered by someone special, so they won't dare to mess around. I'll go out and get them when the time comes, and you just close the stone door."

Except for Shen Zhenwu, the others posed no threat to Xia Fan.

"You should just concentrate on practicing, embark on the path to immortality as soon as possible, and leave here as soon as possible." Xia Fan sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice.

Although there are two people in the stone house, the spiritual energy gathered by the formation allocated to each person will be halved, which is far worse than if one person lives in the stone house alone.

But Xia Fan is just like that. If someone respects me one inch, I will respect him one yard.

Zhou Qiubo helped him before, and now he helps Zhou Qiubo, that's the reason.

Xia Fan touched the token in his pocket, on which was engraved Wei Tao's name.

During the Ascension Ceremony, Wei Tao gave him a communication token, and because he had no spiritual power, told him to just break the token.

In fact, all he needs to do now is to break the token and call Wei Tao over, and he should be able to solve the problem.

But Xia Fan didn't want to do that.

This is a favor after all. If it is used in such a place, on these despicable people, he will always feel that he has suffered a great loss.

"Forget it, let's wait until the critical moment."

"I don't know where the old man has passed away..." Xia Fan was thinking, and suddenly heard a voice coming from outside the door.

"Hey, Xia Fan, your old...father is here to see you, open the door."

"Oh, your old man is here!"

Hearing this voice, Xia Fan was stunned, and then sneered: "Huh, you want to trick me into opening the door in this way, am I the kind of person who will be fooled easily?"

"I...wait a minute, this stone house is sealed by a formation, how did the sound outside get in?"

Xia Fan was startled and quickly got up from the bed and walked towards the stone door.

Seeing this, Zhou Qiubo hurriedly asked, "What happened to Brother Xia Fan?"

"Someone just called me and said my old man came to see me."

"Was there? I heard no sound."

Zhou Qiubo looked at Xia Fan's serious face and felt inexplicably scared: "Brother Xia Fan, don't scare me. I'm most afraid of this kind of weird things."

"Are you hallucinating?"

"Or maybe it's Shen Zhenwu's trick. His sister is a disciple of Huashen Sect. Who knows what tricks she might have."

Xia Fan looked at him, knowing that he had misunderstood, and said, "My old man is not dead, he is in good health..."

How is your health, old man?

It should be fine.

"But you are right. I will wait and see." Xia Fan put his ear close to the stone door, ready to wait.

Outside the door, Tang Ansheng walked in with a swagger and put down the Taoist boy in his hand.

After the Taoist child landed on the ground, he said in a baby voice, "Oh, thank you, Master."

"Oh, Master, Xia Fan is here. I will call him for you."

The little Taoist boy staggered to the door. The two young men who were left to guard the side seemed to not understand what was happening. They just watched without coming to their senses.

"Hey, Xia Fan, your old..."

"ah……"

As the little Taoist boy was speaking, Tang Ansheng realized that the way this Taoist boy spoke was very strange, and there was a fluctuation of spiritual energy between his words.

After shouting for a long time, there was no movement in the stone house and the little Taoist boy showed a puzzled expression on his face.

"Ah, sir, there's no one!"

Tang Ansheng smiled slightly. How could there be no one there? Standing here, he could easily hear the heartbeat and breathing sounds in the room.

This tiny soundproof formation, which can't even be considered for practicing Qi, could not possibly hide the spiritual realm of a martial arts master like him.

"What's your name?"

"Oh, sir, my name is Li Xiaohu." The little Taoist boy shook his head.

"It's really a tiger head, not bad."

Tang Ansheng thought for a moment, took out a high-grade spirit stone from his pocket, put it on the other person, and said, "Here you go, as a reward for leading the way. Go back, and remember to tell your master when you get back."

"Also, don't expose this thing on the way back."

"Oh, I see. Thank you, sir. The boy can tell." The little Taoist boy took the shiny thing and hid it inside his clothes.

His eyes lit up, he loved shiny things like this the most.

Then he left shaking his head.

Tang Ansheng thought about it, then took out the communication token given by Li Bing, injected spiritual power into it, and notified the other party to come and pick up the Taoist boy.

After doing all this, he strode forward and prepared to open the stone door.

"Stop, this is what my eldest brother likes."

"Old man, where are you from?"

"Hey, isn't this place only open to newcomers?"

"Get away if you don't want to die."

The two young guards reacted and reached out to push Tang Ansheng.

"Bang, bang!"

Tang Ansheng's body shook slightly, and the two hands on his shoulders were instantly bounced away.

The two young men were thrown several meters away as if they were hit by a truck and fell heavily to the ground.

"Crack!" The sound of a broken bone was heard.

Then there were earth-shaking shouts.

"Ah, my hand!"

"my hand!"

Tang Ansheng ignored the two men, stretched out his hand and pressed on the stone door, moving it slightly, but this first try failed to push it open.

Then he injected spiritual energy from his hands into the stone door, and when he pushed it again, the stone door creaked open.

Xia Fan and Zhou Qiubo, who were hiding in the back, did not expect this scene and fell on their butts.

"Oh my god... old man?!"