The innate immortal spirit saved six hundred years than others.

"Yes, I've just been promoted and am still familiar with the realm." The Eighth Prince felt a pity:

"If I were still in the true immortal's perfection, I would definitely win the opportunity battle in decades.

It's hard to say now.

I don’t know how long it took for others to enter the early stage of the celestial immortals, but I am not even familiar with the realm now.”

"This dragon is showing off." The boy came over and said, "and took some peanuts."

A seven hundred-year-old immortal can indeed show off.

Xiaoyu smiled. The seven hundred-year-old fairy is very powerful, but

She glanced at Jiang Lan, and her younger brother was always younger brother.

"Big brother, do you think we have lost our sword skills?" The young man sat beside the eighth prince and asked Jiang Lan.

"It's less." Jiang Lan replied.

"Can you learn it later? I feel that this knife technique is very useful.

The young man was not talented enough and felt it was not smooth." said the eighth prince.

Did he know that his brother-in-law knows the Wushuang Fist God.

So what my brother-in-law said is usually correct.

"Maybe you need to wait for the opportunity." Jiang Lan replied.

The Eighth Prince understood that he could learn everything, but he didn't need to wait for a suitable opportunity now.

As for when, I don't know.

Xiaoyu thoughtful.

Sword technique.

Then she looked at the Tiandao placed on the table again, feeling that she had guessed it.

"By the way, the time for the opportunity battle may have to be decided, about thirty or forty years later." Xiaoyu kindly reminded.

The eighth prince breathed a sigh of relief. He could still get used to it for so many years.

The boy didn't feel anything, and Yan Xiyun and Hongya at the counter didn't feel anything either.

They really didn't feel any pressure, and the Unparalleled Fist God seemed to have no requirements.

And he only values ​​the eighth prince and the young man.

afternoon.

After receiving the good wine, Jiang Lan took Xiaoyu back to the ninth peak.

Before he came back, he reminded the eighth prince and the young man, so that they could pronounce the name when they had time.

The Eighth Prince realized instantly.

So you may gain something next time. I haven’t been looking for the fist god recently and missed the next step of teaching.

In fact, Jiang Lan just wanted to teach her things as soon as possible.

After a few months of rest, he planned to go to Yaochi with his senior sister and lead his senior sister to enlighten her.

He has almost prepared and can complete the final step.

Because it is the final perfection, he may cause a vision again.

But don't worry too much, no one can be sure whether he entered Daluo.

Even if it is confirmed, Sulu Demon Ancestor and others will have to test it, but the result has not changed.

"Is junior brother going to teach the core?" Xiaoyu asked nicely on the way.

"It's the core, but some changes are needed and they won't be easily used.

It requires a process and part of the understanding." Jiang Lan said.

He will put the core on the point of difference, and without directional teenagers, it is easy to extend their own things.

The Eighth Prince can use the first two swords of Aolong's three swords at will.

This gives them a chance to understand creation.

It's better than direct teaching.

With their comprehension, they should be able to quickly find the right path.

"So Ao Man has been cutting wild game with three swords of Ao Long?" Xiaoyu looked at Jiang Lan.

The sky knife is also a knife, Jiang Lan thought to himself.

Then I asked my senior sister to prepare to go to Yaochi in a few months

In the yard, Ao Longyu was playing in the yard of Xinshen, and his forehead was often hit by ice cicadas.

"It's rare for senior sister to play in Xinshen Inn in normal appearance."

Jiang Lan said softly holding a wooden sword in his hand.

"This way I am more focused." Ao Longyu said.

Jiang Lan looked at her beautiful senior sister and felt that she was not so easy to concentrate.

He would not have been like this, but when he saw his senior sister, he seemed to be subconsciously maintaining ordinaryness.

If there was no senior sister, he might have been standing high and missing some emotions.

This is not true perfection.

The perfection of peeling is incompleteness, and the perfection of blending into ordinary is the real perfection for him.

Abandoning relatives and lovers seems to be able to go further and higher.

But after all, I can't get away from the past. Looking back on the past, I may not regret it, but I will definitely regret it.

If you accept everything and are unwilling to abandon it, these things may become weaknesses and affect the future.

But this is responsibility, and it is not what he wants.

Which of the two directions is better?

There is no question of good or bad, but more of a choice.

He chose to be responsible, choose normal emotions, and choose senior sister.

It’s like my senior sister chose him too.

In this way, their worlds change because of each other.

After storms, it is consistent.

"Junior brother, what are you thinking?" Ao Longyu landed barefoot on the table and sat down with the flow. He leaned forward and hit Jiang Lan's forehead.

It seems to be looking at each other at close range.

"If I wanted to not marry my senior sister, what would my life be like?" Jiang Lan reached out and touched Ao Longyu's face and said.

"It must be lonely and quiet. There is no sound in the yard. Only my junior brother sits here, facing the blue sky without waking waves.

Like an old man who retired," said Ao Longyu.

"Where is the senior sister?" Jiang Lan asked.

Ao Longyu was silent and said:

"It should be lonely, living in a cold way, not laughing, not thinking about people, and not knowing joy.

No one cares, no one has me in his heart, he is even worse than his junior brother."

Jiang Lan looked at Ao Longyu, then gently raised her head and touched her lips.

Ao Longyu didn't say anything, slowly softened in Jiang Lan's arms.

only

"Yes." Jiang Lan's head was hit by something.

"What's wrong with junior brother?" Ao Longyu stepped back and asked.

"Senior sister's dragon horn has poked me." Jiang Lan said to Ao Longyu who grew dragon horns.

Touching the dragon horn on his forehead, Ao Longyu pointed at Jiang Lan in anger and said:

"You are so rude, junior brother."

Jiang Lan: ""

Does this dragon feel polite to step on the table?

ignorance……

One month later.
To be continued...