One Person: You Practice Qi and I Will Cultivate Immortality. This Is Very Reasonable.

Su Xuan spent three thousand years in seclusion. When he woke up, he found that the spiritual energy of the world was as thin as a garbage dump. Just in time to catch up with the Luotian Dajiao in Longhu Mountain, a group of guys called "strangers" were fighting. Seeing the golden light spell used by the old heavenly master Zhang Zhiwei, Su Xuan frowned: "This golden light is too scattered, not even as good as the body-protecting aura in the foundation building stage." Looking at Zhang Lingyu's Yin Wu Lei, Su Xuan shook his head: "Does the loach in the dirty ditch deserve to be called Lei Fa?" Seeing the owners of the eight magical skills fighting to death, Su Xuan sighed: "A few tattered introductory manuals on Qi training, what's the point?" Everyone in the audience was furious: "You go ahead!" Su Xuan used a backhand move [Nine Heavens Divine Thunder], and Longhu Mountain turned into a thunder pool purgatory within a hundred miles. "I'm not targeting anyone, I'm talking about everyone here, who haven't even touched the threshold of cultivating immortals." Zhang Zhiwei knelt down with a plop: "Master, uncle, take away your magical powers, the top of the mountain is going to disappear!"