Fengshen Wendaoxing

　　 Hearing the words, Yang Jian showed a look of "calculate your knowledge", his brows stretched lightly.

　　 "Really no need?" Yang Chan asked.

　　 Lu Chuan hurriedly waved his hand and smiled: "No need, just flashing his waist. For us martial arts practitioners, getting injured is commonplace, normal!"

　　 At this moment, Lu Chuan was in his heart, wishing this girl hurriedly followed her brother back to the house.

　　 Otherwise, in his current walking posture, he really didn't dare to return to the room in front of Yang Chan, otherwise his fame would be ruined.

"a!"

　　Yang Chan exclaimed after listening.

　　 "It's easy to talk, easy to talk!"

　　 Lu Chuan gave a dry laugh, looked at Yang Jian and asked knowingly: "Brother Yang, this little fairy is..."

　　 "My third sister!" Yang Jian said.

　　 Chan Yang smiled and said, "Hello brother, my name is Chan Yang."

　　 Yang Jian glared at the self-introduced Yang Chan, and said: "The girl's family, why don't you know how to be reserved, how can you tell others about your boudoir's name at will?"

　　 Yang Chan stuck out his tongue.

　　 "Then what, Qingyun, can you help me open the door?"

　　 Seeing that the brother and sister had no intention of leaving, Lu Chuan had to say to Qingyun Boy.

"it is good!"

　　 Qingyun agreed, and went forward to open the door for him.

　　 "Senior brother, and Miss Yang, there are injuries underneath, so I should go back to the room and rest first!"

　　 Lu Chuan smiled and said to the two of them, reluctantly twisted his body, turned into a burning flame and entered the bamboo house.

　　 He can do nothing.

　　 At this moment, he uses escape technique to enter the house, just like a nouveau riche has to drive a car from the lobby to the toilet.

　　Waste, show off...

　　 Don’t need to escape, don’t he want to walk in, then his image will not be ruined?

Yang Jian:"……"

　　 "Second brother, this brother is good at escaping skills!"

　　 Yang Chan smiled when he returned to the house.

　　 Yang Jian decided to remain silent.

　　 Today, he was defeated by Lu Chuan's fire escape.

　　 In the bamboo house.

　　 Lu Chuan lay on the bed and smiled: "Qingyun, then I have to go to my uncle and ask for some ointment for bruises. Next time I will teach you Taoism."

　　 Qingyun has grown up a lot in the past two years.

　　 Although his qualifications and roots are very general, he likes to study Taoism very much.

　　 "Thank you brother, please wait..."

　　 Qingyun was overjoyed when he heard this, and happily ran to the real Yuding to ask for medicine.

　　 Lu Chuan smiled, but slowly his face became serious.

　　 "Are you going to practice eight or nine profound arts?"

　　 He is thinking about this question again.

　　 There is no need to say more about the magic of the Eight or Nine Profound Art. Once you have practiced it, the Three Realms will be free for you, but there is a prerequisite that you can practice it.

　　 In the entire teaching, only Yang Jian was trained, and even the twelve golden immortals were not trained. This is a bit demanding!

　　 To be honest, Lu Chuan has no confidence in whether he can practice.

　　 He is not a protagonist of a novel, he has a halo, compared to him, Yang Jian is more like the protagonist of the novel.

　　The master is the twelve golden immortals, the sister of his mother Haotian, and he is Haotian's nephew, he himself also strives to subdue the ancient tengu.

　　Also, he has also practiced the profound arts that even his master could not practice...

　　 In addition to the more tragic experience in the past, this is the proper treatment of the protagonist!

　　 "What do I think?"

　　 Lu Chuan cast aside the mess of thoughts in his head, calmed down and asked himself.

　　 There is no need to say more about the power of Eight or Nine Profound Art.

　　 For this exercise, he is very eager to practice and practice it.

　　 But now it’s only a few years since the Conferred God War, does he have time to take risks and waste?

　　Practicing eight or nine profound arts at this juncture is definitely a very risky thing.

　　 Because of the special practice requirements, his own cultivation level during this period will be stagnant.

　　 According to Yang Jian, it took him three years to practice.

　　 If he fails to train in one to three years, then his precious training time will be wasted as Yang Jian said.

　　 Because of his lack of cultivation, wouldn’t he be wronged when he died in the robbery?

　　 He wouldn't be very willing if he didn't try it once. After all, that was the Eight or Nine Profound Art. If he could practice it, then he would have no problem in trying to protect himself in the Great Tribulation.

　　 Do you want to take risks?

　　 Would you like to gamble?

　　 Practice or not?

　　 Lu Chuan thought about it for a long time.

In the bamboo house next to 　　.

　　 "Sanmei, let me ask you something."

　　 Yang Jian suddenly remembered something and asked: "When you came to see me before, didn't you come directly to the cabin? How did you find the top of the mountain today?"

　　 He still couldn't figure it out.

　　Why did he just change shape, Yang Chan happened to find the top of the mountain by coincidence.

　　 If he didn't know Lu Chuan and Yang Chan, and didn't know him before, he would even wonder if Lu Chuan deliberately messed up and made him lose face in front of Yang Chan.

　　 "Because when I came, I saw your second brother from a distance and fell to the top of the mountain."

　　Yang Chan said: "But second brother, who is that beautiful big sister, could it be you..."

　　 At this point, she suddenly laughed unpredictably.

　　 "Don't guess, it's a fairy."

　　 Yang Jian's face turned black as soon as he heard this, and said, "I was beaten to death just now. From now on,'she' will never appear in this world."

　　 One sentence completely extinguished his little sister's blazing gossip fire.

　　 Yang Chan lowered his head in disappointment, and muttered in a low voice: "Wood!"

　　……

　　 "Brother Lu, how are you?"

　　 Lu Chuan saw Qingyun coming back, and said in surprise: "What?"

　　 Qingyun said: "Brother, I see you tossing about in bed, it seems to be all right."

　　 "Tossing over and over?"

　　 Lu Chuan lowered his head in a daze and saw that he had turned into lying down from the previous lying.

　　 Immediately sucked in the air-conditioning~www.NovelMTL.com~ tremblingly: "Qingyun, medicine... have you brought it?"

　　 after a moment.

　　 "Brother, how do you feel after applying the medicine?"

　　 Qingyun applied the ointment to Lu Chuan's waist, but soon, a big red footprint appeared.

"much better!"

　　 Lu Chuan had to sigh, the effect of the panacea in this world is nothing to say, almost immediately effective.

　　 "Brother, is your waist practicing?"

　　 Qingyun stared at the red footprints on Lu Chuan's waist, and said suspiciously: "How do I feel like I was kicked?"

　　 "Of course it was a flash, do you think Brother Lu was hurt by ordinary people?"

　　 Lu Chuan was naturally unwilling to tell the embarrassment, otherwise there would be another unspeakable...er, secret!

"Ok!"

　　 Qingyun is also very clever and clever, with red footprints on his waist, he also guessed that Lu Chuan's mouth was stiff at the moment.

　　 After getting up and putting the ointment on the bamboo table in the house, Qingyun said, "Brother, take a break. Master said that it will be better if you apply it once. I will check it out later."

　　 "Thank you, go!"

　　 Lu Chuan thanked him, and watched Qingyun exit and closed the door for him.

　　 And his eyes stretched out and a ray of determination slowly appeared.

　　 "After practicing, when has Lu Chuan been such an indecisive person, if I don't practice, I will feel unwilling, and..."

　　 Lu Chuan's eyes flashed: "Risks and opportunities coexist. The Eight or Nine Profound Art is worth the risk. I will have no regrets even if I can't get it right then."

　　 This is the choice he made by listening to his inner voice.

　　 If it's normal, he has plenty of time, give it a try, and it won't matter if you fail to practice in the end.

　　 It's still difficult to make a choice at the approaching juncture of this war of gods.