Yunji has been eating Baijia rice since he was a child, and now learning Baijia art is a commonplace for him.

Anyone who dares to give him a blank look will be rewarded by him.

Anyone who dares to expel him, a disciple who is eager to learn, is arrogant, arrogant and petty.

Of course, this sentence was said by Yunji himself, and he often told it to the disciples of the several peaks he often visited, and then the elders of those several peaks had nothing to do with him.

The saying that there is no end to learning is a wise saying, and Yunji has understood it since he was a child.

He has a strong learning mentality towards anything in cultivation. He can learn swordsmanship, alchemy and weapon refining, formations and talismans, and even some rare beast-driving techniques and puppet techniques, and he can learn them very quickly.

Physical shortcomings inhibited his progress in advancement, but his mental advantages allowed Yunji to learn in one day what it would take an ordinary person a month or even a year to master.

Although these skills seem to be of no use to a Qi practitioner like Yunji, and no one thinks that he has any practical use in learning those advanced skills that can only be mastered by building foundations or even golden elixirs.

Because Qi practitioners simply can't use it.

However, Yunji is not a normal Qi practitioner. Although he has no spiritual power to use, he can control the demonic energy for his own use.

In the room, Yunji was playing with the magic formula.

The demonic energy in the prisoner's arm armor is swirling, sometimes compressing and sometimes melting. There is a tiny flame looming at the fingertips, like a candle in the wind, flickering bright and dark, and quickly disappearing.

So Yunji began to perform the magic technique again.

Fail, start again.

Keep repeating.

It was not until one month later that Yunji finally used the demonic energy in his arm armor to cast the red flame, the lowest level of fire spells.

Looking at the red flames rising in his hands, Yunji grinned.

It is not difficult to use demonic energy to activate flying swords, but it is extremely difficult to use demonic energy to cast spells.

Because the magic weapon Flying Sword already has an entity, it can only be controlled by external force, but the spell needs to come out of thin air, which requires not only mastering the power of the five elements but also the aggregation of spiritual power to be effective.

After all, Yunji has no spiritual power. What he does is simulate spiritual power with demonic energy, which is equivalent to someone killing a chicken with a sword, but he wants to kill a chicken with a ball of mist. They are not two kinds of power at all. The difference is huge.

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Fortunately, it finally succeeded.

With a cry, the red flame left his hand, rose into the air, and exploded at the beams into sparks all over the room.

When the sparks were falling, Yunji performed the magic formula again, and the tips of his arm armor and fingertips glowed with red light.

"The second level, flash!"

There was a loud popping sound, and dazzling firelight flashed around the room. Every time it flashed, a fire would ignite on the wall. It flashed and burned, which was the power of fire.

In the burning flames, the magic formula changes again.

"Third level, red crow!"

With a low voice, a flaming crow condensed on Yunji's arm and fingertips. It was the size of a dove, spread its wings and soared into the air, circling around the room, leaving a burning line of fire wherever it passed, and the entire room was instantly ignited.

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Yunji sat cross-legged in the firelight, his arms wrapped in the Demon Prisoner Arm Armor trembling slightly, filled with the maximum capacity of demon energy.

The more complicated magic formula was pinched, and the shadows of five flaming fingers gradually appeared on the fingertips of the arm armor.

The phantom moved in unison with Yunji's fingers, pinching out the mysterious magic formula.

"The fourth level, Lihuo!"

Bang!!!

The five fingers of the flame instantly transformed into a huge palm, and with a sharp squeeze, the tables and chairs in the room instantly turned to ashes, and the entire room where Yunji was located was ablaze from the inside to the outside.

One skill, all skills!

After mastering the magic spell casting in one month, Yunji was definitely not able to cast the first level of spells. If not for the fact that the level of magic energy was not enough to support the fifth level, Yunji was confident that he could cast the Fire Dragon King, the strongest fire spell.

"It's gone!"

At the top of the mountain, in the residence of ordinary disciples, Yu Xiaobu, who had been helped by Yunji, shouted loudly, calling for other disciples to bring basins and buckets to put out the fire.

The fire was quickly put out, and in front of everyone's surprised eyes, Yunji walked out unscathed.

"Help me repair it." Yunji left an instruction and walked down the mountain.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Yun! It will definitely be repaired within half a day!" Yu Xiaobu said with a guarantee, beckoning other students to get busy.

Walking down Bingpo Peak, Yunji came to the back mountain.

On the ice, Yu Jingwan was helping the old man change the futon, and then put a large cloak on the old man.

It's winter, the weather is suddenly cold, and it's even colder on Hantan.

Yu Jingwan added clothes and coats to the master and served the old man like a son or daughter.

"Master shouldn't be afraid of the cold, otherwise why would you sit on the cold pool all day long?" Yun Ji walked closer and said.

"As people get older, they will still be afraid of the cold no matter how high their cultivation level is." Yu Jingwan heard Yun Ji's kind joke and smiled bitterly.

"Master's deadline should be approaching soon. How does Senior Sister plan to take over the Yulong Sword?" Yun Jida said.

"Before the master's death, I will try my best to rush into the golden elixir realm. If the realm is not enough, it will be difficult to control a real magic weapon." Yu Jingwan said.

"It's hard for Senior Sister." Yun Jida said.

"The first disciple of this lineage, this is your responsibility. It is not difficult or not. Master is like a teacher and a father to me. The inheritance of this old man is my inheritance." Yu Jingwan said solemnly.

Yunji has always admired this senior sister, not because of her cultivation level, but because of her personality.

Wen Hongcai, who was on the ice, seemed to hear some words of interest, and took a deep breath, but his eyes did not open, maybe because he did not have the strength to open them.

Yunji stepped forward and took the old man's pulse.

The meridians are completely cold and soaked with icy air. I don't know whether it is caused by cultivation or the magic weapon. My breath is weak and my life is not long.

Wen Hongcai had a serious old illness and was too old. There was no way he could be saved and he could only linger on.

"It can range from a few years to half a year." Yunji estimated the old man's remaining lifespan.

Yu Jingwan nodded slightly, and her estimate was similar. After a year and a half, Wen Hongcai will truly fall, and Bingso Peak will be left without an owner.

There is not much time left for Yu Jingwan. She needs to break into Jindan within a year and a half.

Before leaving, Yunji looked around.

Since Ye Tan's death, Yun Fengpi has returned to normal. No one has come to the back mountain to monitor Wen Hongcai, and there is no remaining demonic energy, which means that the demonic shadow has never come again.

When we returned to the top of the mountain, the house had been renovated.

Yu Xiaobu specially waited for Yunji to come back and said, "Senior Brother Yun, let's see if the furnishings in the room are exactly the same as before."

"It's almost the same. His hands and feet are quite nimble." Yun Ji praised.

"That's not the case! Senior Brother Yun's business is my business, Yu Xiaobu's! I have to be quick, hey, Senior Brother, I'm leaving."

Yu Xiaobu raised his hand and said goodbye. In addition to admiration for Yunji, he was also grateful.

Being able to practice at Bingpo Peak is all thanks to Senior Brother Yun, otherwise he would still be moving bricks in the martial arts field.

The house has been replaced with brand new tables, chairs, beds, and even the bedding is brand new. These things are not in short supply in the sect. Let alone burning one house, the loss of burning a hundred will not be much, and no one will care about one person.

True disciple.

Returning to the house, Yunji shook out his sleeves.
Chapter completed!