Chapter 7

the poisonous wild fruit tree has been found for a long time, and the color is not very bright. If it is too bright, it is afraid to be found abnormal.

Yi Heng did not dare to try its toxicity, but from the tree around the empty, wild fruit, birds and animals on the tree, it must be extremely toxic.

There are three such poisonous fruits in the wild fruit. Now, in front of Xu Xianshi, Yi constantly suppresses the idea of looking at the wild fruit and tries to retreat as usual.

Sure enough, Xu Xianshi didn't feel different from usual.

When Yi Heng wanted to retreat into the jungle, Xu Xianshi seemed to think of something.

"Yi Heng, come here for a moment." Xu Xianshi didn't look at Yi Heng.

Yi Heng's heart is startled, only then enters the jungle the footstep had to stop.

"Was it discovered? No way. He hasn't seen the wild fruit. Do you want to gamble once Just a moment, Yi Heng's mind of this idea repeated countless times.

But he turned slowly and said steadily, "master Xu, do you want me?"

"Come here and I'll check if you have spiritual roots?" Xu Xianshi said.

"Linggen?" Yi Heng has long believed that Xu Xianshi was a cheat, but he was mentioned by Xu Xianshi.

"Is there really such a saying? Am I wrong? " No matter what, Yi Heng still pretended to be very happy and approached Xu Xianshi.

"Good, good! Thank you so much. If I had spiritual roots, I would have learned little fireballs. " Yi Heng said happily.

"Don't be too happy too soon. There is no one in the world that can be met and can't be asked for." Xu Xianshi did not have any waves. "Come and sit down!"

Yi Heng is obediently sitting by the wild fruit, and his eyes are unnaturally sweeping over those poisonous fruits, and his forehead is covered with empty sweat unconsciously.

Seeing Yi Heng's nervousness, Xu Xianshi suddenly remembered that when he was examined, he was also very nervous. He was deeply afraid that he could not cultivate immortals without spiritual roots.

But he did not know that Yi Heng's tension was not afraid of no spiritual root.

"Reach out!"

Yi Heng reaches out his hand, and Xu Xianshi reaches out Bai Tian's right hand and holds Yi Heng's wrist pulse with his thumb and index finger.

Yi Heng suddenly felt a cool breath from the wrist into the body, around the body around the body, cool, not comfortable, "originally, check the spirit root is not only not painful, but also very comfortable."

After half a cup of tea, Xu Xianshi let go. Yi Heng still feels that he still has more than enough, but he suddenly thinks of Linggen's problem. He stares at the Taoist priest and wants to see something from his expression. However, Yi Heng is obviously disappointed. The Taoist doesn't have any expression.

Xu Xianshi didn't speak. He waved his right hand, indicating Yi Heng to retreat backward.

Yi Heng bitter face, heart know must be no spiritual root, immediately feel all disillusioned.

Staring at the Taoist with his eyes slightly closed and pretending to meditate, Yi Heng really doesn't know whether this is the Taoist who deliberately deceived him.

The expressionless man still had a pale face and a slight frown. He could not see the flavor of immortality. Instead, he felt that he was superior and totally ignored everything of Yi Heng.

Yi Heng wants to fight with the Taoist priest, or pick up the stone on the ground and kill him. He has seen the little fireball of the immortal cultivator, but he can't. what else can we remember in this world.

But Yi Heng dare not, even if he is disappointed again.

Yi Heng didn't know how long he thought about it. He just felt like he had made a decision. His eyebrows opened and his eyes opened. His right hand picked up a wild fruit and began to eat it.

"Good news, bad news." Said the Taoist.

Yi Heng dare not answer, but the expectation in his eyes betrays his heart.

"The good news is that you have spiritual roots.".

The Taoist took a look at Yi Heng and ate the wild fruit attentively, as if the wild fruit was more important than the news.

"I, I, I have spiritual roots? Can I learn fireball Yi Heng eats to say, the news that comes suddenly makes him hard to believe, almost want to roar out, even what bad news is also did not think to ask.

"Yes, you can! But don't you want to hear the bad news? "

Taoist quiet tunnel, the wild fruit slowly reduced, if Yi Heng pay attention to, will find that a poisonous wild fruit has been missing.

"Yes, what's the bad news?"

Yi Heng responds from the surprise, but looking at his face, it seems that any bad news has been indifferent.

At this time, Yi Heng found that there were only a few wild fruits left, and none of the poisonous wild fruits were left.

"The bad news is that your spiritual roots are disordered. Now I tell you that you don't know. The result is that you won't achieve much in cultivating immortals. It's the best result that you can get to me. Moreover, you will suffer ten times as much as others. Do you still want to cultivate immortals?" As if the Taoist couldn't feel the poisonous wild fruit, his tone was still flat to the extreme.

"I will, even if I suffer a hundred times." Yi Heng said without hesitation."Once you enter the realm of cultivating immortals, there will no longer be a smooth road. You can't depend on your suffering. It's hard for you to imagine the bloodbath. If you don't pay attention to your soul and bones, you will still be willing to cultivate immortals?" The Taoist priest's voice was a little loud, and he seemed to be above the others.

"I would like to die in an instant, even if there is a bloodbath in the fairyland." Yi Heng has suffered from the sufferings of human beings. It is better to see another world than to die in this mortal world.

In Yi Heng's opinion, this is not bad news. The real bad news is that the poisonous wild fruit has been eaten, but the Taoist priest has not been poisoned.

"Isn't this wild fruit poisonous?" He thought to himself that perhaps his own judgment was wrong.

"That's better. Now I just need the Taoist to accept me and go to cultivate immortals to learn little fireball." Thinking of the power of the little fireball, he could not help smiling, and the scar on his face was ugly.

"Ah? Toxic? "

Suddenly, the Taoist priest's face was slightly blue, his breath was short, his right hand pointed to Yi Heng, and his eyes were extremely angry.

Yi Heng saw this, turned around and ran, but accidentally fell on the ground, and before he got up, he heard a "fireball technique, disease!".

He looked despairing and shivering, waiting for the fireball to hit him and burn himself to death.

At this time, Yi Heng seems to think of his past life and his parents.

"I don't know if I can see you again after death?" He had a sudden expectation.

But why hasn't the fireball hit him yet? After a few breaths, Yi hengcai finds out that the situation is wrong and turns his head to look at it.

The Taoist priest was looking at him with a smile. His face was as usual. Where was he poisoned.

"Seven poison fruit, birds and animals do not touch, there is nothing near the tree, mature fruit green but not gorgeous, mortals die at one bite, this? Is that what you used to deal with me? "

The Taoist priest said, and a fireball appeared in his right hand. The fireball was much bigger than that of a few days ago. The fireball spontaneously ignited without any sound.

Before Yiheng had time to sigh the power of the immortal, he was paralyzed again.