A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Bing Chen's mood obviously fluctuated slightly.

"I dare to ask the Immortal Master, how much life span I have left now?" Bing Chen said in a low voice.

"Oh, I can endure it very much, but I am a little interested."

"You are an immortal, I am a human being, and I will take you and take you away, but you will not rely on your own wishes." Bingchen said sarcastically.

Lan Youmeng's eyes turned cold, but she giggled again after a moment.

"You are not very brave, but I am more and more impressed by you. You don't have to worry. You survived when I was performing the magic just now, which proves that you are not short-lived. Besides, I will not let you die so easily. After all, you are the furnace and cauldron that I have cultivated, giggles."

"The furnace and cauldron?"

"The Immortal Master would like to ask Gao Ming for another mortal. Now I have lost 98 years. How many years are there to live? I am afraid I can't satisfy you. But I will thank you, at least you can let me live for a few more years." Bingchen said coldly.

"Boy, you made me very upset. It's been two hundred years, and few people dare to speak to me like this." Lan Youmeng said in a cold voice.

"Oh, since that's the case, then ask the immortal master to take action and teach me a lesson like a bold and arrogant person."

His eyes looked at Lan Youmeng, and he looked like he was not afraid at all.

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes, Lan Youmeng waved her hand, and Bing Chen turned into a stream of light and disappeared from his field of vision.

Xuexia Mountain, beside the huge rocks.

Bingchen suddenly opened his eyes, gasped, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and a little cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Just now, he truly felt death approaching. He dared to be sure that the woman had really had the intention to kill herself. As long as she was willing, she could easily kill herself.

"Don't test my bottom line. If you dare to be disrespectful to me, you will die!"

Lan Youmeng's cold voice sounded, and Bingchen shivered again, but then a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He felt that the pain of life and death in his body had disappeared, and he had not felt so relaxed for a long time.

"I will not perish!" Lying in the snow and looking at the nebula all over the sky, Bing Chen said excitedly.

Rebirth, even if it is only a few years, as long as there is no pain and suffering, Bingchen feels worth it.

"Beauty, thank you!" Bingchen said after hesitating for a while.

Seeing Lan Youmeng ignore him, Bingchen smiled bitterly and shook his head, then stood up and prepared to walk down the mountain.

It's strange that Bingchen felt no longer as cold as before, and was completely within the range he could bear. If he couldn't figure it out, he could only attribute it to Lan Youmeng's secret help. It's just...

Plop!

After taking two steps, Bingchen staggered to the ground and almost rolled down the cliff.

Extreme fatigue came, and these two steps alone exhausted all his strength. He was drowsy and his body seemed to be hollowed out. Bingchen felt a weak that he had never felt before.

"court death!"

A cold sound came, and Bingchen suddenly shuddered, and his eyes that were about to close were immediately opened again.

"Is this the sequelae of your life span?" Bingchen asked weakly after closing his eyes and adjusting his breath for a while.

"Yes, I advise you not to act rashly, otherwise you may die if you fall a few more times." Lan Youmeng mocked.

Bingchen's face showed bitterness. He thought he could "enjoy his old age", but now it seems that he is afraid it has become a bubble.

"My physical condition is equivalent to an ordinary person's 98 years old?"

"It's not too stupid."

Lying quietly in the snow, looking at the stars in the sky, after the initial unwillingness, Bing Chen's mood gradually calmed down.

"It's not bad to just wait for death like this, at least you can die peacefully."

"Beauty, meeting is also fate. My name is Bingchen. Can you tell me your name?"

Lan Youmeng seemed reluctant to talk to Bingchen. After a while, she said coldly: "I am Lan Youmeng."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Bing Chen whispered: "The orchid is like a poem or dream, a good name! It suits your appearance and temperament, fairy Lan."

"Oh, I can't tell, you guys are pretty good at talking."

"I'm just telling the truth. It's my luck to meet Fairy Lan before I die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bingchen's heart sounded a silver bell-like smile.

"Well, it's true. You guy's words are still impressive. I will forgive you for your disrespect to me before. However, I have said before that you are the furnace and cauldron that I cultivate, and you will not die so easily."

Bing Chen smiled bitterly on his face and said, "Birth, old age, sickness and death, heaven and earth reincarnation, I am dead after my life is exhausted, even if you immortals are cultivating, it is difficult to change."

"Hmph, I understand a lot. I think it was your aunt Bing told you. But there is one thing you said wrong. You are different from normal old age and death. You just simply lost your life span. This situation may happen among us monks. As long as you break through your cultivation level, or take elixirs and spiritual objects to supplement your life span, you can prolong your life span."

As soon as these words came out, Bing Chen's face suddenly became cold.

"You peek into my memory!" Bingchen said in a bad tone.

"What are you going to see about your memory of a mortal? I am afraid that I will get dirty. Who told me to come to me by myself?" Lan Youmeng teased.

"Okay, I won't say much nonsense. Boy, I will now give you a chance to survive. I will be my teacher, pass on your practice skills, and take you on the road of cultivation."

Bingchen was stunned, but then he smiled bitterly.

"Cultivate the truth? If I have this qualification, why would I fall to this point?"

"You just need to answer whether you want to."

Seeing Lan Youmeng's tone was firm, Bingchen also felt a little hope.

"If there is such an opportunity, I'm afraid few people in this world will refuse." Bing Chen said.

"Very good, I'm pretty sensible, so let's get to be a disciple. I have never accepted a male disciple."

"It's here?" Bingchen said with some uncertainty.

"Where can you go in your current state? Hurry up before I regret it."

Thoughts flew around, and as Lan Youmeng finished speaking, Bingchen knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Master is here, I will be bowed by my disciple."

Kowtow to the sky three times, then keep your forehead touching the ground, and wait for Lan Youmeng to speak.

Bingchen's decisiveness made Lan Youmeng stunned, but then she giggled and said, "You are still smart, you can't have other plans. Well, from today on, you will be the third disciple of this palace."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tremendous message came to Bingchen's brain.

"This is the Blood Soul Art, the inherited technique of my Blood Soul Sect. Today I will make you cheaper."

However, Bingchen didn't listen to Lan Youmeng's words at all. At this time, he was holding his head with his hands, his eyes were swollen and blood-filled, his headache was about to break, and his mouth was howling like a human voice.

Seeing this, Lan Youmeng quickly made a gesture and shot out a soul light and penetrated into Bingchen's mind.

With a dull sound, Bingchen fell to the ground and fainted.

"It's useless, I almost got to death with this little information." Lan Youmeng pouted.

It was not until two hours later that Bingchen woke up quietly. His eyes were dull, and he sat there in a daze for a while before he woke up.

"You want to kill me?"

After coming back to his senses, Bingchen shouted angrily.

"You little brat, are you looking for a slap? You dare to talk to your master like this." Lan Youmeng said in a bad tone.

"snort!"

Bingchen snorted coldly, and simply ignored Lan Youmeng and closed his eyes to comprehend the Blood Soul Technique.

The sun rises and the moon disappears. When the first morning light shines on Bing Chen, a special force around him suddenly floats towards him as if he is pulled and then sinks into his body.

"The spiritual energy enters the body, so quickly!"

Lan Youmeng was slightly shocked, but then a bitter smile appeared on her face.

"It is worthy of being the chaotic spiritual root. Once it is stimulated, this characteristic of being friendly to heaven and earth is really enviable."

I thought about it, it took me nearly five days to realize the existence of spiritual energy. Even so, I am also known as the most qualified person since the beginning of the Blood Soul Sect. The eight-turn Yin spirit root, the Tianyin body born in Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, Yin time, Yin, as long as the virgin body is retained, the cultivation speed is comparable to that of few people in the world. If there is no accident, they will step into the divine position in a very short time and achieve a legend.

And Lan Youmeng, who had always been proud, felt a little frustrated in her heart at this moment.

"It should be said that he had picked up a treasure, or was hit by this cheap apprentice." Lan Youmeng said self-deprecatingly.

It did not disturb Bing Chen. After dividing a wisp of spiritual consciousness to observe the surrounding situation, Lan Youmeng himself calmed down and used his skills to heal his wounds.

There is no time to practice, and a month passes in a blink of an eye.

On this day, Bingchen opened his eyes, and the excitement in his expression was obvious.

"Is this a breakthrough?" Bing Chen asked.

"Yes, the second level of Na Ling."

Upon hearing this, Bingchen felt even more excited.

When the palms are spread out, a light red air mass appears in the palm of his palm as the exercises are used.

"Master, how do you divide this level of cultivation? Can you tell me?"

"The three levels of cultivation are the three ordinary realms, the three tribulations and the three god realms. Each level of realms contains three major realms. The three realms include the spirit, concentration of the spirit, and shaping the Yuan. The three realms are the sea-piercing, true essence, and Taoist realms. The three realms are the legendary virtual god, the god king, and the god master."
To be continued...