The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

"You like your master, don't you?"

Xueyu asked bluntly and confidently. He was always blunt.

Xuan Yuran was shocked when his secrets were revealed. He stopped where he was, turned his back to Xueyu and said nothing.

At this time, the sound of falling snow seemed clearer.

And this kind of silence is no different from acquiescence.

Xueyu was not surprised. If she said she was not moved by such a master who she lived with day and night, she would be lying.

He raised his eyebrows, then walked to Xuan Yuran, handed the lock ring in his hand to Xuan Yuran, and teased:

"I can see that you like this lock ring very much, so I'm giving it to you."

Perhaps Xuan Yuran had been suppressing his feelings for too long, so he no longer hid his thoughts and reached out to take it.

At the same time, he admitted that he really liked this pair of lock rings, and he himself didn't quite understand why.

He looked at the snow jade in front of him inquiringly and asked in surprise:

"Why did you send it to me?"

A smile floated on Xueyu's face, like clouds on a snowy mountain, making it hard to fathom. He smiled faintly and said:

"It's simple. You are a talisman practitioner. This lock ring actually works better with talismans."

"Effect? ​​What effect?" Xuan Yuran asked.

Xuan Yuran himself actually didn’t quite understand why he liked this lock ring.

Xueyu looked at Xuan Yuran's confused look and couldn't help but shook her head slightly.

"Of course it's to lock up whoever you want to lock up. What else can this lock ring do?"

Xuan Yuran couldn't help but look embarrassed, and immediately said seriously:

"Lord Snow Jade, what do you mean?"

Xueyu said, "It's nothing special. I just thought you needed this lock ring more. In my hands, it's completely useless. Isn't it? It was easily taken off."

Xuan Yuran pursed his lips, but still did not return the lock ring.

He grasped the icy lock ring in his hand. It was a magical tool that was summoned by a talisman. No wonder he was attracted to the lock ring at first sight.

Xueyu walked to the bookshelf at the side, rummaged through it for a long time, found a book from the top, blew off the dust on it, then walked over and handed the book to Xuan Yuran, saying:

"This is the spell used to lock the ring. It's all like a ghostly scribble. I can't understand it at all."

Xuan Yuran hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take it.

He held the lock ring and the secret book in his hands, and his doubts deepened.

He blinked and looked at Xueyu inquiringly.

Isn’t Xueyu coveting his master?

Why give him these?

He couldn't help but doubt Xueyu's motives. Could there be something wrong with the lock ring?

There was inevitably some doubt in his eyes as he looked at the lock ring in his hand.

Xueyu seemed to have seen through Xuan Yuran's thoughts. He raised his eyes, his gaze fell on the white snow outside, and said:

"Don't look at it. I won't harm my wife."

When he heard the word "Madam", Xuan Yuran's eyes suddenly raised, with a hint of displeasure and warning.

"Can't I just talk about it?" Xueyu said.

Xueyu wrinkled her nose slightly in dissatisfaction, her voice clear and lively, and said in a low voice with a hint of sinisterness:

"I'm just afraid that neither you nor I can catch him. If one day you catch him, that would be a good thing."

Xuan Yuran couldn't help but be shocked.

Sure enough, Xueyu’s brain is still not normal.

Xuan Yuran couldn't help but feel that the person in front of him was a little scary.

However, he seemed to understand it, which made Xuan Yuran a little dazed.

"This lock ring is very interesting. You can study it slowly." Xueyu said.

"I won't use it on my master. How...how is that possible? I..."

Xueyu couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, shook her head slightly and said:

"Xuan Yuran, I never asked you to use it on your master."

Xuan Yuran's whole body stiffened and he stood there in a daze.

"By the way, protect him well." Xueyu said and left.

In the study room with a big hole, a figure in red stood out particularly under the light of snow.

Xuan Yuran began to slowly examine himself.

At this time in the room, the ice spirit domain in Sheng Qingye's body gradually merged with his dantian, and slowly flowed along his tendons and veins to his entire body.

He had never felt such abundant spiritual power before. It was as if there was a pool of spiritual power in his body, continuously flushing his meridians.

He could feel his meridians becoming stronger and wider, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed more smoothly.

He marveled at the power of the Ice Spirit Realm.

No wonder so many cultivators flock to Lingyu Mountain. Such spiritual power can help him advance his cultivation quickly.

Sure enough, at this time abundant spiritual power rose from his dantian and reached his limbs and bones.

A faint light appeared between his eyebrows.

He advanced from the late Jindan stage to the early Yuanying stage.

His black iron chains circled back and forth behind him, and the white cold light became more and more dazzling.

The Nascent Soul stage is a realm that cultivators can reach after many years of practice.

The second son of the Tang family collected countless spiritual powers and elixirs for this purpose.

The head of the Tang family infused him with some more spiritual power, and he was only able to barely reach the Nascent Soul stage.

Sheng Qingye's spiritual power gradually began to settle, and then his cultivation also stabilized.

He slowly opened his eyes, raised his right hand, and the black iron chain spun flexibly in his hand at a high speed.

Jin Xiaoxiao, who was standing beside him, seemed to have trouble refining things since he got the Water Spirit Realm. He always felt that he was about to advance, but was always just a little bit short.

He is not in a hurry and just lets things take their course.

Originally, he didn't steal this Shuiling Realm, it was just an opportunity.

His mood has always been indifferent.

He collected the spiritual power circulating in his body and slowly opened his eyes.

Tang Yixin was sitting aside at this time. His two disciples were practicing. As their master, he naturally had to stay by their side to prevent them from being disturbed and easily going astray.

Seeing that both of them had put away their skills, he walked up to them and said:

"No need to force it, just refine it slowly."

As a master or teacher, Tang Yixien never puts too much pressure on his disciples.

Sheng Qingye raised his eyebrows slightly, with the youth's unique boldness and sharpness. He moved his palm, and the black iron chain instantly wrapped around Tang Yixien's waist.

This kind of entanglement was different from the previous ones. The chain between Tang Yixin's waist emitted a light white frost and spiritual power.

Tang Yixin felt as if he was imprisoned for a moment, and he felt inexplicably panicked.

Sheng Qingye got down from the couch, stretched out his hand, took back the chain and said,

"Master, my black iron chain has become more flexible."

In fact, the control is stronger.

Tang Yixian was temporarily relieved when he saw the pure joy in Sheng Qingye's eyes.

"I have advanced to the Nascent Soul stage." Sheng Qingye said to Tang Yixin in a straightforward and frank manner.

He has always been like this, always straightforward in everything and never hides anything.