Zhang Feixuan is not as unconventional as Wang Qizheng, mainly because Wang Qizheng has already kneeled down, so he doesn't need it.

"Senior Brother, is this method tailored for me, right? Then I will pass it to my third junior brother first and then to me."

Hearing this, Wang Qi, who was kneeling, raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Feixuan who was standing there like 250,000 or 80,000, and his eyes glared.

This guy is quite good at finding opportunities!

Song Yin shook his head: "This is a furnace, refined into a pill. You have to generate elixir fire in your body so that you can refine the best pill method. You are still a little short of it now. Just now, I used the Great Dao Fire as the introductory guide to refine the medium you need for your cultivation, mainly to let you know what the real practice is."

"If I think of this step, I have to continue to temper my training."

It's vain to say it.

I still have to practice for a long time, which is like finding a way to torture them in disguise.

Wang Qi was getting up straight, and it was a waste of time.

Wang Qizheng held the top in both hands, but didn't wear it, but just stared at Song Yin in a daze, his eyes even a little dull.

Zhang Feixuan was excited and also hit him with a mysterious trick.

"Okay, that's OK." Song Yin said with relief.

"I"

Do you think I can't curse?

The more they used the magic, the more they became, the more vigorous they became. In Song Yin's eyes, they pinched the magic prints with both hands and lit them forward, almost as fast as afterimages. They even moved their steps, circling around and lit their fingers at each other, their faces becoming more and more ferocious.

Upon hearing this, Song Yin frowned and looked over.

"The soup is almost done, come and eat it and try my skills." Song Yin smiled.

Are you still literate?

Wang Qi was pulling the corner of his mouth and punching another one.

"Stay early, there will be morning classes tomorrow."

The soup in the iron pot was stewed for an hour and accompanied by herbs that enhance the flavor, and it was full of fragrance.

Song Yin smiled, but didn't care too much. He was used to playing and playing, and he was still a brother. What does it mean?

It means that the friendship between the Golden Immortal Sect is good!

After all, they are the Dan Sect, and they are not as good as those who can fight in nature.

The two responded weakly, faced each other, and were practicing magic tricks.

They were stunned for a moment when they saw it.

Song Yin stretched out his hand and whipped it again. Since the big iron pot and bowl and spoon flew away, white light shone in the air, changing into the previous stones, and landing in their original positions again.

Song Yin shouted, "It's just that you are too lazy to even notice the real practice of the Dharma. Practice it for me!"

This dress looks more like a jacket, but it has no buttons, making him open his mind, like a dock carrying a bag.

But he didn't care. If the conditions were not enough to make him full, he wouldn't have to eat enough. His leak-free body wouldn't feel hungry even by absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

A thousand spells were not so slow after they cast spells almost instantly. In just half an hour, the thousand spells had been beaten, and the two of them were panting with their backs bent over and hunched.

"It seems that you are used to fighting on weekdays."

"yes"

But seeing the two junior brothers using spells clumsyly, Song Yin looked at them more and more wrong, and said, "What's the use of releasing each other to fight the air? Accepting spells to each other can also exercise your resistance to this illusion."

The pot was very big, and it was cooked by putting all the tiger's meat in it, but the Qi Refiner, Zhong Mingding, was really going to let go of it. Wang Qizheng, alone, ate the pot one by one, and then stopped after eating half of the pot.

"With your combat power, do you still want to sleep? How can you sleep!"

Song Yin shook his head and said, "No, I often absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. I need to eat with just one's own food. If I really want to eat, I'm afraid it won't be enough."

Song Yin raised his eyebrows, "Hmm?"

"Come on!"

Wang Qi's eyes lit up and looked up at Song Yin: "Have you learned it before?"

Wang Qizheng was not willing to be outdone, so he bared his teeth at him and punched his hands.

Hearing Song Yin's voice, they pursed their lips, glared at each other, snorted coldly, turned their backs to each other, and did not look at each other.

The master recorded this spell well and took some consideration of some situations.

Song Yin raised his hand and two things flew to the two of them.

The two nodded.

Wang Qi was opening his mouth, his face suddenly twisted, and finally put on his clothes.

Even this shawl is completely incompatible with the style and color of his clothes.

"Are you full?"

But it is very good to have a trick to get rid of the enemy by controlling the mind.

"No, I mean it's too late. Senior brother, it's better to rest earlier and practice again tomorrow." Wang Qizheng said with a wry smile.

They don’t know whether there are real immortals in the world, but when it comes to the majesty of gods and immortals, their senior brother is definitely the most stylish one.

This spell is the most basic, but it is charming and has no lethality. However, if you encounter any beast or robber, you can control it with this move.

Zhang Feixuan's appetite was slightly worse, but he also ate one-third of it. Song Yin finished the remaining one very early.

It's all your fucking tricks!

Yoho?

Zhang Feixuan was stunned for a moment, and a tiger-skin shawl was floating around him.

"yes!"

But Wang Qizheng didn't care about what style he was. He just pursed his lips, as if he was gritting his teeth, and finally he just bowed his head and his voice became low: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Come! You have the ability to cut me off today. What can I do? You can run away. I will never stop you.

The two junior brothers are still very hardworking.

Song Yin waved his hand, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

"Come on, do you think I'm afraid of you!"

The two of them were straightened and they pinched their magic tricks with their hands, and they directly produced the mysterious technique.

Now that Fayan is here, it is easy to find herbs for seasoning. The herbs brought by the second junior brother are basically responsible for improving the flavor, so he can save him from looking for them.

Zhang Feixuan still maintained a ferocious face, raised his hand with difficulty, and used a trick of mystery.

The two of them took it, but without hesitation, they started drinking it directly.

"No, really practice?" Wang Qizheng said in surprise.

Since he has cultivated his true body without leakage, the ingredients in the mountains have never filled him. Now that he has not been able to fill his stomach when he reaches the world.

You fucking fart, I would have run away long ago if I could! I shouldn’t have come back, and I shouldn’t have believed in your evil spirits! My mind-absorbing skills, my mini father’s ass!

Song Yin summoned the nearby small stones and condensed them into three bowls and spoons. With one move, the soup in the pot automatically flew into the bowl, and the steaming food fell in front of them.

"Senior brother is very skilled!"

Song Yin said: "Evening class is a thousand times of confusion, let's start."

The two of them were staring at the place with bloodshot eyes, almost eating each other.

But he beat him too much, which made Wang Qi more irritable. He suddenly made a trick of confusion, but he did not have any hallucinations. Instead, a few big words appeared in Zhang Feixuan's eyes.

Zhang Feixuan looked at the shawl, opened his mouth, and finally fell silent, took the shawl and draped it directly on his shoulders.

And in front of Wang Qizheng was a short dress.

If a disciple who has just entered Qi refining really encounters any danger, even if he uses any lethal spell, his power may not be so strong. If he encounters a bandit with strong physique, he may not be as sharp as the weapons.

"That's right?" Song Yin nodded and smiled.

Song Yin smiled and said, "I see that the third junior brother has lost all his clothes. It just so happens that this tiger skin is here, and it can be used as a top. I have made you a shawl."

I was self-reliant in my previous life, and of course I learned to cook ordinary meals.

Both of them are level 5, and they can use the first level of mind-breaking technique, and they really cannot have any impact on each other.

Although the posture is indecent, I put a lot of effort into this training.

You are looking for death!

Zhang Feixuan also made a move.

"Senior brother?"

"Senior Brother, why don't you let the third brother do something?" Zhang Feixuan couldn't help asking when he saw that Song Yin had stopped eating.

As Song Yin finished speaking, they both jumped away as if they had agreed to, one took out the treasure pestle and the other held the axe.

"Since you're full, then do evening classes."

He bent there, his arms covering his face, unable to see his expression, and he was reluctant to stand up straight for a long time.

Zhang Feixuan looked at the two bright moons in the sky, pinched the shawl on his shoulders, and his eyes almost entered the moonlight and became a little shiny.

When you go back to a sect, you must be careful of being eaten by your master. Be careful as a mouse in the outside world to avoid other Qi Refiners.

I am used to seeing the cold and intrigues and deceitful world, and my mind is full of thoughts on how to live.

Who would think of sewing a piece of clothing for them?

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!