Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"Brother, is this the giant shield turtle?"

In the chicken farm, Bu Chan looked curiously at the four black spirit turtles that Wang Hao took out from the spirit beast bag.

Wang Hao nodded slightly, and immediately deposited all four giant shield turtles into Shouyuan, and then put them into the pool.

Bu Chan quickly watched in surprise as Wang Ba grabbed a spirit chicken from the spirit animal bag. Its feathers were as black as ink and extremely fluffy. Only the comb on its head was as red as blood.

"What kind of chicken is this? Isn't it too ugly?"

"Don't underestimate it. This guy's name is 'Singing White Chicken'. It has the effect of exorcising evil spirits and calming souls. It is the best spiritual chicken."

Wang Ba smiled.

Then the big black chicken was placed alone in a chicken pen.

After thinking for a while, Wang Yan simply asked Jia Twelve to get off the stand and compete with Sing Baiji.

Jia Twelve was not at all afraid of the superior spiritual pressure from his opponent. As soon as he came off the stage, his cockscombs were bloodshot, and his originally cold eyes seemed to be filled with an aura of violence.

It stared at the white chicken, then spread its wings and raised its neck high, making a fighting gesture.

After all, the singing white chicken is the best spiritual chicken, and he also has the ability to fight. He is not timid at all and takes the initiative to lean towards Jia Twelve.

In just a blink of an eye, Wang Hao only saw an afterimage flash by. A Twelve arrived first, and with lightning speed, he shot to the side of Sing Bai Chicken and pecked him down!

Sing Baiji obviously couldn't react. He was stunned for a moment and was suddenly pecked in the neck by Jia Twelve.

However, what surprised both Wang Ba and Bu Chan was that Jia Twelve only pecked off one black feather.

But singing white chicken didn't realize it, but took the opportunity to bite back.

Jia Twelve felt pain and immediately retorted.

As a result, the scene turned into a "rookie pecking each other" that made Wang Ba dumbfounded.

Of course, even if you say you are a rookie, in fact, if you are really pecked by these two spiritual chickens, you will probably be dead if you are below the seventh level of Qi Refining, even if you use a medium-grade armor amulet, it will not work.

A high-grade armor talisman might be able to hold on for a while, but it wouldn't last long under the crazy pecks from the phantom chicken's mouth.

Seeing that the two chickens were indistinguishable and seemed to be getting more and more angry as they fought, Wang Hao quickly stopped the fight between the two chickens.

After a brief inspection, I found that although the two chickens looked very different, Jia Twelve was actually covered in blood, while Sing Bai Chicken only lost some feathers and was almost uninjured.

After testing, Wang Yan roughly understood the ability of this singing chicken.

"The speed... is much slower than the Phantom Chicken, and the strength is also inferior. However, the feathers look soft and fluffy, but in fact they are extremely tough. Even Jia Twelve's mouth cannot break through the defense..."

"It is said that nature has miraculous effects on ghosts and evil spirits, but right now there is no chance to test it."

To put it simply, the White Chicken is obviously a type with low attack and high defense. On the frontal battlefield, it may not be able to attack, but it is good to be a personal human shield.

The only thing that made Wang Yan dissatisfied was that as a top-grade spiritual chicken, he was supposed to have an absolute advantage in fighting against the top-grade spiritual chicken Jia Twelve, but now it seemed that his combat effectiveness was not ideal.

Wang Yan finally deposited longevity money into the male singing chicken.

After that, he put it in the chicken farm and let it mix with other spiritual chickens.

And he continued to practice.

Bu Chan was busy for a while and went to Lingshui Monastery with Yun Caixiang to practice.

A few days later.

Wang Hao watched the Tianmen Token in the storage bag vibrate, and immediately took out the Tianmen Token.

I saw a curtain of light appearing on the Tianmen Order, and it read clearly:

【Recruitment starts! 】

[All Zuodao monks will gather at the ‘Golden Rainbow Station’ in three days! 】

[If the timeout is not reached and the three opportunities are not met, one opportunity will be deducted and 500 merit points will be fined! 】

[Those who do it more than three times will be punished! 】

[The income gained during the recruitment period does not need to be turned over, it belongs to each person. This law is personally agreed by the leader. If you violate it, you will be disturbed by the devil and die! 】

【……】

Wang Ba stood up slowly, his face calm.

"finally come!"

…

Three days later.

Wang Ba stood in the last group of monks who arrived at Jinhong Station and looked around.

I felt a little happy secretly in my heart.

He originally wanted to come to Jinhong Station early and take advantage of the free opening of the teleportation array during the recruitment period to visit the market here.

What he didn't expect was that the singing chicken actually mated with Jiajiu.

But it’s understandable, after all, how could such an ugly chicken like Sing Baiji be able to control himself when he saw a chicken-like fairy like Jiajiu.

Out of doubts about whether the singing white chicken could successfully mate with a 'phoenix feather chicken' like Jiajiu and lay hatchable eggs, Wang Yan finally waited with peace of mind for three days.

Just when he couldn't wait any longer, Jiajiu finally laid an egg.

But there is only one.

What surprised Wang Ba was that the eggshells laid by Jiajiu were actually covered with black ripples.

Completely different from the previous red-skinned eggs.

Wang Ba couldn't help but be curious about the little chick inside the egg.

According to past experience, the offspring of spiritual chickens are generally the average of the grades of both mothers and fathers.

In other words, this little chicken that is a cross between a white chicken and a phoenix-feather chicken will most likely be born a top-grade spiritual chicken.

And considering the characteristics of the Phoenix Feather Chicken and the Singing White Chicken, I don't know what this little chicken will look like and what abilities it will have.

Of course, these questions can only be revealed after he comes back.

The premise is that he can return smoothly.

Even though he had made all the preparations he could, looking at the Zuodao monks everywhere in Jinhong Station, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Hurry up and meet at the mountain gate of the station over there!"

The guardian of the teleportation array kept urging.

Wang Ba didn't dare to neglect, and followed the crowd to the mountain gate of the station.

Long before he came, he had already had a general understanding of the situation here through some Zuodao monks sent from Jinhong Station.

The Jinhong Station is the location of a sect called the ‘Jinhong Sect’ in the Jiang Kingdom. However, it was captured by the incoming Tianmen Cult Leader more than a hundred years ago. Now, a hundred years have passed, and the place has been managed to an impregnable state.

But after a hundred years, there are still not many left-dao monks stationed here.

Just because the remaining descendants of Zuo Dao monks from the Jinhong Sect are still bound by the Spirit-Sending Lotus of the Tianmen Sect and cannot leave.

Either you try your best to become a monk of the Tianmen Sect, or you remain a heretic for generations and are exploited by the Tianmen Sect.

This is the choice Tianmen teaches the monks.

In fact, there is no choice.

After a while, Wang Hao followed the crowd and came to the mountain gate.

Compared with the towering mountain gate of Dongsheng Sect, the mountain gate of Jinhong Station is a golden glow, like an arch, spanning both sides of the canyon in front of Jinhong Station.

At this moment, the canyon was densely packed with people.

At a glance, except for a very few Tianmen Sect monks wearing red and black robes, they were all leftist monks wearing different clothes.

These monks do exist in the Foundation Establishment Realm, but they are very few.

After all, it is not difficult for a foundation-building monk to quickly accumulate merit and break through to level five.

Therefore, the mainstream is still a group of Qi-refining monks.

Wang Hao glanced over and found that there were dozens of mana auras at the tenth level of Qi refining, which were being released unabashedly and even unscrupulously.

They separated, each surrounded by a group of monks.

There were a few people walking alone. Among them was a male cultivator in blue with sword scars on his face and a figure that resembled a sharp sword, and a bald man dressed in blood, who looked like he was soaked in a sea of ​​blood. Wang Yan was immediately attracted to them. of attention.

Not only because the two of them obviously had a higher level of tyranny than those around them, but also because both of them were wearing the red and black robes of the Tianmen Sect.

"I don't know which lineage he is a disciple of..."

Wang Ba was a little curious, but he didn't know much about the inheritance of Tianmen Sect, so he quickly focused on others.

In the crowd, Wang Hao saw a few familiar acquaintances from Dongsheng Station, gathered around a young monk in white with a cold and arrogant face.

Although he had never met him before, Wang Yan guessed the identity of the other party immediately.

Meng Ran Dao was one of the top ten disciples of the outer sect of Dongsheng Sect in the past.

Although the aura on his body was not as rich and powerful as those of the two loners, it was not much different.

But what made Wang Ba a little confused was that among the monks stationed in Dongsheng, apart from Meng Ran Dao, he didn't see anyone more powerful.

"Did Dong Qiyu not come? Or is he just one of these lone travelers?"

Wang Hao had some doubts in his heart.

This Dong Qiyu was the mysterious left-behind monk who ranked first in merit points during his first mandatory mission in the sect three years ago, overwhelming Meng Ran Dao and Jing Kuang.

Although he hardly heard from the other party in the next three years, he felt that there was at least a 90% chance that the other party was also a monk at the tenth level of Qi Refining.

But anything is possible in three years, and Wang Hao doesn't pay too much attention.

But he also saw Jing Kuang.

This monk who was so ruthless that he did not hesitate to kill his fellow disciples who had helped him to take advantage of his merits did not seem to have changed much compared to three years ago.

But his temperament is slightly colder and harsher.

The aura seemed to be sharper than when Wang Ba first saw it.

There were also some people around him, but they were not many. If you observe carefully, you can clearly see that the positions of these people are very interesting. They vaguely formed a defensive posture, and the target of the defense was none other than Jing Kuang.

"This guy's reputation seems to be ruined."

Wang Hao shook his head slightly, happy to see this happen.

In addition, he also saw Bu Chan and four other people.

But what reassured Wang Ba was that Su Lingling and three other people were following a Tianmen Sect monk, and she seemed to be highly valued by the Tianmen Sect monk.

And one after another, he accidentally saw Chen Mian's Taoist companion, Xu, who was killed by Jing Kuang.

It's just that compared to three years ago, she has watery eyes, a body and appearance like a ripe peach, and bold clothes, which makes her look a little more seductive and seductive.

Seeing Wang Ba's eyes sweeping towards him, across the crowd, Mrs. Xu was stunned for a moment, and then her red lips slightly opened, revealing a seductive smile.

Wang Ba felt a cold feeling in his heart. The power of the Yin God in the Yin God Mansion was faintly shaking, as if he felt an unknown threat.

Inexplicably, he remembered the Huansheng Dao mentioned before in Changchun.

He also remembered the advice the other party gave him.

"Fellow Taoist, please be careful not to approach women at will."

It turns out that's what it means.

Don't look away, Wang Yan no longer looks at Mrs. Xu.

When Mrs. Xu saw Wang Ba turning his head freely, a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

She has now switched to the magic method, and has been practicing for thousands of miles, and is now at the seventh level of Qi refining.

Although he smiled slightly just now, he tried his best, and when he was caught off guard, even the monks who were also at the seventh level of Qi Refining were inevitably caught.

But she didn't expect that this little monk, whom she didn't think highly of in the past, seemed to be fine, which really shocked her.

But she didn't have time to think too much. At this moment, a figure in black suddenly flew from the distance and landed on the golden rainbow.

Looking down at the monks below, there was no emotion in his tone:

"My name is Lu Yuansheng, and I am the deacon-general of the Tianmen Sect."

"I am in full control of this recruitment. I will only say it once for all orders and prohibitions. However, anyone who violates the rules will be punished regardless of whether they are members of the sect or heretics!"

"yes!"

Feeling the terrifying aura on the head deacon's body, no one dared to neglect him and all responded.

The black-clothed monk nodded slightly, and at this time, a Tianmen Cult monk with the same vague face came out from behind the black-clothed monk and said:

"Everyone, I am Blood Bone Dao Bai Yu. I am now responsible for the dispatch of personnel. Anyone whose name is read, please follow me."

After all, there is no need to read any manuscript paper, just rely on memory and start the roll call.

"Yuan Qisheng, Zhang Xiaoyang..."

"Li Fengyuan... Mou Huan..."

"Wang Ba!"