My Debauched Devotion

Xiao Ran's goal has never been to make money, but simply to gather wool.

The first time he fought against the Netherworld, he won his master to the point of doubting his life, and the 100,000 spirit stones he won was also to buy high-grade grain seeds, grow better grains, and brew more fragrant warm wine. .

At the same time, erecting a supreme image of a master fighting against the ghosts gave Shizun a goal to catch up with.

After Shizun began to delve into card skills and put in a lot of hard work, he then added some water to let Shizun win a few more rounds. This sense of accomplishment is the value of filial piety!

Efforts will eventually pay off, and this kind of reward is even sweeter than others' filial piety.

Ling Zhouyue finally realized this.

"Hahaha, I finally won. I thought you were a god of gamblers, why couldn't you win? Why don't you just win as a teacher... You are nothing more than that!"

Chu Yan has already been bought by Xiao Ran, and united with Xiao Ran in honoring the ancestors, followed by flattering:

"Master is so tired!"

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 8 filial piety points! 】

"Huh, I won another round! Alright, I have found your weakness as a teacher, hold on to Chuyan, we can win!"

"With the master here, we must be able to win!"

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 8 filial piety points! 】

"You bastard is really strong. Fortunately, I won another round. I have found the pattern. Just wait, the day when the new tactics for the teacher come out, is when you will be defeated like a mountain."

"Master is awesome!"

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 8 filial piety points! 】

"Haha, I finally won again..."

【Congratulations……】

In this way, relying on his ingenious tactics of fighting against the ghosts, Xiao Ran got the master so fascinated that he couldn't even think about it.

Only in the past three days, there were still green seedlings in the valley, Xiao Ran glanced at the system panel.

Filial piety value: 686!

Xiao Ran covered his cards and closed his eyes, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Okay, today's battle is over, I'm going to practice swords."

Ling Zhouyue became angry as soon as she heard it.

"What kind of sword practice in the middle of the night? Don't stop. As a teacher, if you don't bring your winning rate back to 50%, no one will leave!"

Xiao Ran said:

"Since Master said so, then I will release water for you."

Chuyan's heart trembled, she gasped, and beeped softly:

"Hiss...you are disgusting."

Ling Zhouyue was in the midst of Xing and Huo, she didn't understand Chu Yan's words at all, she just said:

"A man of lofty ideals does not drink the water from the Dao spring, and an honest man does not receive the food that comes from it. Who do you think you are as a teacher? Today's victory is just a small test, but next time you play as a teacher, you will have to show your real skills. Get lost."

"Thank you, Master, for fulfilling it."

Xiao Ran got up and got out of bed, and left the disciple's room.

The game is broken.

Ling Zhouyue stretched her waist long, raised her head and gulped down the wine.

Although today's winning percentage has not returned to normal, she has won many games against Xiao Ran, and she is in a comfortable mood.

Victory is ahead.

She carried the flagon, stepped into the sword bamboo forest, and went to soak in the hot spring.

Chu Yan glanced at Xiao Ran's back when he was going out, and felt something was wrong.

But she didn't care too much. She went to the valley alone to check the growth of seedlings and medicinal herbs, to check whether the water and fertilizer were supplied normally, and then to eliminate insects and weeds...

After taking care of it, he went back to the disciple's room alone and started weaving again.

The moon shines like water, and the night breeze blows.

Xiao Ran sat cross-legged on the pine root.

Concentrating on opening the system mall, I found the unknown level of exercise: Critical Strike!

[Critical Strike with Fate: The level is unknown, there is a certain chance that a crit Reiatsu that far exceeds the cultivation level will be played, and the requirements for the spiritual power reserve of the practitioner are extremely high, but if one is not careful, one may be drained of physical strength and die, the price 666 filial piety value, does the host confirm the purchase? 】

With a value of 666 filial piety, this is the most expensive exercise that Xiao Ran has planned to buy so far!

Before "One Hundred Thousand Layers of Qi Refining", Xiao Ran worried about the risk of buying it for nothing.

After all, using this method to extract the master's power is purely Xiao Ran's personal theoretical guess, and it is not 100% likely to happen.

Now,

With the full-level "One Hundred Thousand Layers of Qi Refining", which is about to be purchased, even if you can't draw the master's power with a random critical strike, you can always draw your own sea of ​​Qi and spiritual power.

It is conceivable how much spiritual power can be stored in one hundred thousand layers of Qi Refining? As long as the resources are sufficient, it may not be much worse than the power of drawing a master.

"purchase!"

[Congratulations to the host for learning the unknown level skill "Critical Strike", which consumes 666 filial piety points and leaves 20 filial piety points! 】

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Xiao Ran's mind buzzed, and he sublimated instantly.

For a moment, his sea of ​​consciousness was as clear as a starry sky, and then...

There's no after that.

Xiao Ran looked around, there was no change in his consciousness, dantian, or blood.

Suddenly there was a feeling of being cheated and filial piety was worth nothing.

However, after a lot of searching, he discovered the method of reckless critical strike in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

[The way of following the sky, the way of the law is natural, all kinds of mana are as vast as the sea, it is better to follow the fate than to strategize...]

The way to perform critical strike with fate is very simple, there is no need to chant formulas, it only needs to be opened with the mind.

Sincerity leads to spirit.

Xiao Ran still felt a little stuck, so he pulled out his sword and swung it towards the east where no one was there.

A beam of sword energy from the Qi Refining Realm whized out!

Because this sword did not have a resonance effect, the sword energy was weak and dissipated within ten feet away.

Xiao Ran didn't expect to win the lottery with just one strike.

The second sword, still sluggish...

The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword...all disappeared with a whiz.

An hour passed.

Chuyan pushed the door out.

Every hour, she would go out to see the silkworms and the valley.

Pushing open the door and going out, I saw Xiao Ran swinging his sword repeatedly at the edge of Jianping cliff.

Unexpectedly, when he said that he wanted to practice swords, it was true!

Only then did she realize that this was the first time she saw Xiao Ran practicing sword since she went up the mountain.

I thought that Xiao Ran's swordsmanship was superb...

This is the result?

The sword moves are unremarkable, the sword energy is soft and weak, and the sword intent is also extremely casual.

This is also called practicing sword?

A month ago, I was put down by this kind of swordsmanship?

Chu Yan felt that it was outrageous, so she walked over to comfort Xiao Ran.

"The Tianjiao Conference is approaching, I can understand that you are nervous and anxious, but this practice method is useless."

Xiao Ran immersed himself in practicing his sword.

"You do not understand."

Chu Yan went to the valley without interest.

midnight.

Xiao Ran was still swinging his sword.

Chuyan came out to look at Gudi again.

By the way, come to Jianping to see Xiao Ran.

The posture of swinging the sword has been deformed, the sword moves are weak, and the sword energy dissipates in three feet, lifeless.

"Do you see how soft your sword has become? When a man encounters this kind of thing, he should not be anxious. He should exercise more, take a shower alternately with hot and cold water, and maintain a good mood. Only then can he regain his glory."

Xiao Ran responded feebly.

"go away……"

This time, not only Chu Yan, but also Ling Zhouyue, who was taking a bath on the hot spring cliff, also found that Xiao Ran had already cut the sword for three hours.

This sword technique has no effect of sword practice, it seems to be pure catharsis.

Is it because the Tianjiao Conference is approaching and you are too nervous?

Or did my poker skills soar and I pushed him too hard?

Maybe it's just stress relief...

After all, it is a man.

In the middle of the night.

Xiao Ran swung his sword thousands of times, but still resisted the urge to take drugs or spirit stones, and let the sea of ​​air dry up, only in this way would it be possible to drive the Blood Moon Bone to strike a critical blow.

It is also possible to drain yourself dry with a sword, activate the life-saving blood pack, and resurrect with full blood.

The sword energy he swung, from ten feet against the wind at the beginning, quickly to three feet without wind, and in the end, the wind was about to dissipate on his feet...

Chu Yan turned her head and looked out the window, almost moved by Li Ran, she felt ashamed to weave and sew clothes, and even had the urge to go out and swing a sword with Li Ran.

Ling Zhouyue counted the number of sword swings by Xiao Ran in the hot spring, counting like sheep and fell asleep.

at dawn.

Xiao Ran swung his sword for the ten thousandth time.

After swinging the sword, his whole body was sore and he fell to the ground.

With a bang, the sword also fell beside him.

He really didn't have a drop...

Sudden!

A sword qi slashed out like a burst, and the vast sword qi set off a huge wave and spread instantly.

only a moment later.

Eighteen li away to the east, Zhaoxia Peak was cut off in half by the sword energy, and the top of the mountain crashed down, shaking the entire sect.

Sleeping Ling Zhouyue suddenly appeared on the edge of Jianping Cliff.

She frowned tightly, wrapped her body in a bath towel, and stepped on Xiao Ran's chest with her bare feet.

His face was as pale as a moon, his pelvis trembled uncontrollably, dripping blood slid down his legs, dripping onto Xiao Ran's chest.

"What are you doing!"