Song Zhengyi is an old Taoist priest who studies knowledge and practices. Although he is not young, he has been at Liangwang Peak for almost most of his life and has not experienced the world. When it comes to falsehood and tyranny, he is naturally no match for an old man like Xu Yi, and he misses his bottom in just a few words.

Xu Yi looked grateful and crying, "Senior treated me with courtesy, and I didn't say anything anymore. I decided to go to Liangwang Peaks. I wonder if I can give me a book of Liangwang Peaks' "Simple Sutra" from Liangwang Peaks. I want to try to see if I can integrate the skin."

Tong Fang and the other two were stunned. Today, they were considered eye-opening. They had never seen such a shameless person in their lives.

He said "nothing" and turned around and made another request, and even opened his mouth to ask for the "Spirit Sutra".

Although the "Pixel Sutra" is not a treasure, it is also a symbol of identity. It must be at the level of a foreign disciple, otherwise it would be impossible to give it to you.

This sutra is called the skin phase, which is a theoretical work of using the mathematical techniques to transform exercises. It takes the mathematical techniques as bones and flesh, and this sutra is used as the skin phase. The two fusions mean the successful method.

Even if ordinary outer disciples have to give the Skin and Face Sutra, they rarely can blend skin and flesh and bones and forge martial arts.

But Tong Fang and the other three had seen Xu Yi's ability. Just by watching him perform the Doutian Hand, this person could learn Doutian Hand by himself, and transform and use it, which was more powerful than ten times.

If this person obtains the Pixie Sutra, he will definitely make great progress in supernatural powers.

But Tong Fang and the other two would not tell Song Zhengyi about these hidden stories. Judging from Master Zhengyi's posture, Xu Yi's conduct was obviously very good. Unless they were crazy, they would be unable to get along with Xu Yi at this stall.

Tong Fang and the other two thought that even if they didn’t remind themselves, Master Zhengyi would definitely refuse. After all, the Surface Sutra is so precious, how could it be given at will?

But Master Song smiled, "I think it's something. Just a set of supernatural sutras, just take it away. With your talent, how can an outer disciple limit it?"

Tong Fang and the other two were simply crazy. There was no such a biased person. They were full of Wangfeng Peaks and countless disciples. Who could easily get the Pixie Sutra?

This man didn't even try his disciples. He just touched his mouth and got the skin and face. Is there any reason for the skin?

After the conditions were negotiated, Master Song's image was automatically annihilated. He said to Han Bingqian indifferently, "This son is extraordinary, he is dedicated to the Tao. I thought he would ask for some outrageous conditions. I didn't expect that just a book of the Surface Sutra would be a perfect piece of unforgettable jade. I must carefully carve it."

Han Bingqian nodded, and then congratulated again. He went down the mountain and couldn't help but complain, "You are the god of heaven. You can even send out the skin and appearance scriptures at will. To this extent, if you really let this kid worship under your disciple, I will have my good fortune in the future?"

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Song Zhengyi acted decisively and soon, he sent the Pixiang Sutra to Tong Fang. The token of Liangwang Peak, which was also a symbol of identity. Under the guidance and supervision of Tong Fang and others, he dripped blood and became a member of Liangwang Peak.

Tong Fang and the other two congratulated each other again, enjoyed Xu Yi's meal, and then went there with satisfaction.

After obtaining the Pixie Sutra, Xu Yi didn't care about research. His current enthusiasm was still on refining weapons.

Chen Daozi's story that day made him particularly memorable, and he needed time to digest those new knowledge points.

At the same time, he spent a lot of money these days to collect a lot of booklets about the introduction to refining weapons, which was just enough to study.

After two days of research, the more Xu Yi studied, the more he became suspicious.

Finally, he put down the booklet in his hand and went out, intending to find Chen Daozi.

He figured out an originally simple truth: refining weapons is not about studying mathematics, but a pen and a piece of paper is enough. This requires specific practice. Theories are too mysterious and without specific practice, and theory is only theory after all.

After leaving Zhuzhuang, a figure rushed over. Xu Yi saw the person clearly, frightened him and said anxiously, "Old Xiong, why are you here?"

The person who came was Xiong Beiming, and his expression was a little in a hurry.

"Entering Zhuzhuang, this is not a place to speak."

Xiong Beiming said anxiously.

Before he finished speaking, a cold shout came from the sky, "What a thief slave, I don't know how to advance or retreat. I think you are trying to die."

Before the shouting came, three people rushed over in the air and quickly surrounded Xu Yi and Xiong Beiming in the center.

??The leader Liu Wuzhou looked like cold iron, staring at Xiong Beiming and shouting, "It's a death row slave, I would have had a plan if you had known you had been in the team. Today, since your fox tail is exposed, let's see how you conquer you."

As he said that, he grabbed it with his big hand and a cold light grabbed Xiong Beiming. His power was incompetent. Among the corpses, such cultivation was also among the most powerful people.

"You speak when you speak, and you will take action when you disagree. Do you think your ability is amazing?"

Xu Yi sneered, and a clear light shot out from his fingers, instantly shattering the cold light.

"So brave!"

Liu Wuzhou was furious and wanted to take action again.

"Brother Liu, wait!"

Hong Huang, who was standing on his left head, suddenly shouted. Hong Huang was an old man with a beautiful eyebrows, wearing a green robe and an extraordinary demeanor.

"Brother Hong."

Liu Wuzhou snorted coldly, his eyebrows full of dissatisfaction.

Hong Huang smiled and introduced himself, and was a director of the Council. Xu Yi still had a certain understanding of the power system of the Council, deacon, manager, and manager, from low to high.

Chen Xingjia, who knew Qu Yi, was just a manager, and was already very proud of his bad reputation and was called President Chen.

Since Hong Huang is in charge, his authority is even more amazing. Xu Yi wanted to send a message to ask Xiong Beiming what the gang did, but found that the message could not be sent at all. Obviously, the other party used a secret treasure and locked the space.

Hong Huang clasped his fists at Xu Yi and said, "Young Master Kongxu, you are also a famous person. Why bother to get into this muddy water? The person beside you is someone else's escape slave. I think that a person like Brother Xu should understand the current situation and know how to advance and retreat."

Although he had a very high status, he knew the formation that Xu Yi had created, knowing that such a genius would sooner or later enter the temple and would not have to commit evil.

Hong Huang said "Young Master" and Xu Yi almost breathed a sigh of relief and choked his throat.

This is the first time someone calls him "Young Master Kong" in front of him, and it's so awkward that it sounds so uncomfortable.

Xu Yi suppressed his discomfort and clasped his fists and said, "It turned out to be the matter of Hongzhang. I have lost respect. Why didn't I see what you said? I only know that the one in front of me is my sworn brother whom I have been separated for many years. I want to see what kind of bastard he is, and dares to take my brother as a slave."

"Bold! Do you know who we are, the ignorant rats, are looking for death!"
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