Xiao Tian naturally heard Zhao Laosan's words, but he didn't say anything more. His eyes fell on Zhao Yun, who was immersed in the state of cultivation, with a solemn expression.

Although jiuzhuan bumie body is a very mysterious skill, it is not suitable for all people to practice this skill. This is why he did not pass the jiuzhuanbumie body to all his disciples in other planes.

Just as the black sunflower of Xianjian plane cultivates the cold fragrance spectrum of broken soul that he exchanges from the system, Yu Xiaogang of Douluo plane cultivates the nine changes of real dragon drawn from the system by lottery.

Different from Zhao Yun's great momentum when practicing Juqi Jue, when practicing jiuzhuan bumie, Zhao Yun's aura of heaven and earth around him was very thin. It seemed that those people with extremely poor qualifications were practicing internal Qi.

However, Xiao Tian is very clear that the reason for this is that the spirit is the most important part of the body. If Zhao Yun's current cultivation speed is too fast, it will only lead to the spirit being burst by the spirit of heaven and earth, and the body will die!

Nine turn immortal body is difficult first and then easy. In the early stage, if there is no treasure that can nourish the spirit, or if the spirit is extremely strong, the cultivation of the early stage can't be improved quickly in any case. Xiao Tian had expected this for a long time, but he didn't show any disappointment.

Zhao Laosan, on the other side, had not practiced any method of internal Qi cultivation, and could not feel the aura of heaven and earth at all. So he only looked at it for a while, then denounced Xiao Tian and left the yard ahead of time.

He had promised Xiao Tian that he would find a few servants to take care of the house before tomorrow. Now he had nothing to do, so he took time to find some servants for Xiao Tian.

Shortly after Zhao Laosan left, there was a faint sound of broken shackles in the air. The thin aura surrounding Zhao Yun suddenly became rich. Xiao Tian could not help smiling.

Zhao Yun has already passed the most difficult entry point of practicing the nine turn immortal body. After that, he only needs to practice step by step, and he doesn't have to pay attention to it all the time.

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At the same time, in an unknown mountain in Julu County, Jizhou, Nanhua old immortal holding a Chenopodium stick looked at the middle-aged man who was dressed as a scribe in front of him. He sighed and said in a deep voice, "it seems that you have made up your mind?"

"The Great Han Dynasty is rotten. The aristocratic family is in charge of the government and goes against the rules. My disciples are born in poverty, and my family is forced by the strong and powerful people. I want to seek justice for them."

The middle-aged scribe bowed down in front of the old Nanhua immortal. He kowtowed respectfully three times and said, "if a disciple disobeys the master's instruction, the master will punish him. Even if he wants to take back his accomplishments, he will never complain."

"Alas..." Nanhua old immortal sighed and said helplessly: "the heroes in this world are like crucian carp crossing the river. Although you have been taught the important skills of peace by me, your accomplishments have reached the realm of human beings and immortals, but in this world, there are no less than two hands who can defeat you..."

As he spoke, Nanhua old immortal raised his cane and gently touched the middle-aged scribe. Then he said slowly, "after all, you and I are masters and apprentices. As a teacher, I will give you a good fortune. From now on, you and I will never be called masters and apprentices. You should be good at yourself."

With that, Nanhua's old fairy disappeared into a breeze. The middle-aged scribe got up slowly, took a deep breath, and turned to walk down the mountain