Chapter 2 Disciple, You
"ah!"
Ye Zhixuan was startled when he saw his master suddenly woke up.
He screamed in fear.
At this moment, Lang Zimiu did not care about what his good apprentice did to him, but was somewhat shocked to feel the extra memories, insights, insights, and cultivation methods in his mind.
God-Emperor Kung Fu?
The most powerful technique in the Nine Heavens and All Realms?
As these memories, insights, experiences, and cultivation methods came into his mind.
His body suddenly emitted an extremely pure and rich pure golden aura, and its purity and richness shocked Lang Zimiu even more.
His eyes suddenly opened wide, and he stretched out his hands in disbelief. Looking at the pure golden aura emanating from his hands, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
He was not originally from this world, but he was transmigrated into this world due to an accident. He was transmigrated into a person with the same name and surname as him, and even his appearance was exactly the same.
This is a fantasy world, where you can cultivate immortality if you have enough spiritual energy.
And he is the fourth elder of Fanzhou, Qiankun Dynasty, Spirit Dao Sect.
Despite his status as an elder, he is actually just over twenty-five years old.
The original talent was quite good. At only twenty-five years old, he already had the first level of Spiritual Mortal Realm cultivation.
The beautiful woman sitting on his waist at this moment with flushed cheeks is his disciple, Ye Zhixuan, and she is also the saint of Spirit Dao Sect.
He put his hands down and looked at the beautiful disciple with red cheeks in front of him.
Her jade body is like the most flawless puppet in the world, graceful and graceful, with concave and convex shapes.
Every inch of skin is as white and flawless as the first falling snow.
Looking up, the delicate snow-white neck looks like a white swan.
The smooth, delicate and clearly visible chin adds a touch of royal sister charm to her.
There was still a trace of crystal dew on the plump red lips, which looked particularly alluring.
The small Qiong nose is high and delicate.
A pair of charming peach blossom eyes can draw away people's soul, and the long eyelashes blinking make this charm even more charming.
The willow eyebrows are thin and long, adding a touch of aura to her flawless face.
Everything is so beautiful and flawless that people can't help but yearn for it and feel ashamed at the same time.
Lang Zimiu looked a little lost in thought. Even though he would look at this flawless alchemy every day, he would still fall in love with it after just one glance.
Ye Zhixuan looked at his master, his pretty face flushed with embarrassment.
'It's over o(╥﹏╥)o, I was caught red-handed by the master, will the master expel me~'
'Master, please don't expel Zhixuan from the school, Zhixuan can't live without you~'
She thought this in her heart and bit her lower lip subconsciously.
Suddenly, she felt that Master's body was so hot, so hot that she even got burned~
"Ah~"
"Master~"
"Why does your body suddenly become so hot?"
Ye Zhixuan felt the master's hot spiritual energy running into his body, his delicate body trembled slightly, and his head felt a little dizzy.
Lang Zimiu came to his senses immediately after hearing this. Not only was his body very hot at this moment... his whole body was extremely hot.
Could it be caused by the God Emperor's technique?
Lang Zimiu frowned slightly. For some reason, he also felt a little dizzy and his breathing became a little short.
"Master~"
"Zhixuan feels so hot~My body feels so uncomfortable~"
Ye Zhixuan was completely dizzy, his face was flushed, and his beautiful eyes looked a little blurry.
"My dear disciple, please wake up."
Lang Zimiu put his hands on her shoulders, trying to stop her from rushing forward, but he himself was completely dizzy at this moment.
He shook his head, signaling to wake up.
But looking at the pair of turbulent waves in front of him, he could no longer retain a trace of consciousness.