Natural fairy species

The ears of wheat swayed and hung down heavily, a blue light flashed on the branches, rustling, this small piece of vegetation became stronger and more energetic.

Bai Zichen pinched his fingers and swiped lightly, the green light on his fingertips flowed, and after a few breaths, he was already out of breath and exhausted.

"Wow, Brother Chen, you are really good. You have mastered Yimu Qingshenjutsu so quickly. If you want my parents to know, you will have to educate me again."

Fatty Bai learned that he had mastered the Yimuqing magic technique, so he dragged him to the Lingtian early in the morning to open his eyes.

Bai Zichen's family knew about his family affairs, and it took him forty days to get started with the Yimu Qingshen art, which is quite slow.

He is not any other kid, who spends three days fishing and two days surfing the net to study out of interest, but puts a lot of energy and time into it, which can only prove that his talent in this auxiliary spell is limited.

But at any rate, it was the first spell I learned, and seeing the changes in the wheat in front of me after casting the spell, I felt a little bit of achievement in my heart.

"Patriarch, do they have any new news?"

"No, I heard from my father that Qingfeng Sect dispatched another group of disciples, even the master of the Hall of Law Enforcement dispatched himself, the momentum is very large." The fat man flicked the marbles in his hand carelessly, Share the news from the investigation with your good brothers, "Brother Chen, you are so talented, are you going to join the Qingfeng sect in the future?"

"Qingfengmen... Look, they have high requirements for accepting disciples, especially for disciples like us from the cultivating family."

Although Bai Zichen knew that the Qingfeng Sect's family had a great career, whether it was cultivation methods or cultivation resources, it was far beyond what the Bai family could provide, but he didn't particularly yearn for it in his heart.

Maybe it's because he feels that the land of the sect is not as reassuring as the one in his own family, full of unknowns.

"It would be great if I can cultivate to the fourth level of qi refining before the age of twenty-five. I have already agreed with my father. Then I will run a caravan with him. I can go to different places every month and have different experiences. People, this kind of life is interesting. If you really want me to stay in the room and practice for ten days and half a month, I can't bear it."

The fat white man lay on the pile of firewood, squinting his eyes and dreaming about his future.

"Of course, if I can have adventures, it would be even better to become a sword fairy. My childhood dream is to be able to control the sword Qingming and become a top sword fairy!"

"There will be a chance. There are several methods of refining flying swords in the clan. When you grow up, let the elders help you refine one."

A smile appeared on the corner of Bai Zichen's mouth. The price of the flying sword is far higher than that of magic weapons of the same level. In addition to the powerful lethality and the fact that it can be used as a flying magic weapon, a large part of the reason is that becoming a sword fairy is everyone's childhood dream. Feelings pay.

"Forget it, how can I be qualified to be the turn of Feijian in the clan, if I have to save spirit stones by myself, I might as well use them to buy medicine pills."

The fat white man who has always been an optimist rarely shows a wry smile. The young man who embarks on the fairy road is always much more mature than ordinary people of the same age. Forgot to give me a hand."

Fatty Bai is the worst five spirit root aptitude, so he would say that it would never be his turn to distribute flying swords within the clan.

This lazy look, not caring about all things in cultivation, maybe because he knows that no matter how hard he tries, it will be difficult for him to achieve something on the immortal journey.

"Building the foundation is too ambitious, let's first think about how long it will take to reach the second level of Qi Refining."

Bai Zichen also went to the pile of firewood, half of his body sank in, it was soft and soft, and it was indeed quite comfortable.

"By the way, speaking of flying swords, do you know in what order the flying swords are assigned in the clan, the level of cultivation or potential?"

"Hey, Brother Chen, you are really asking the right person to ask me this question. I pestered my old lady to figure this out years ago."

Fatty Bai's depressed mood came and went quickly, and he happily showed off his knowledge, "The flying sword in the clan is a kind of black bamboo sword, but there are two levels in it. The difference is that the main material is Xuanmo. Is the bamboo a first-order mid-grade or a first-order top grade."

"The black bamboo swords that are sold out are naturally second-class. The good ones are kept in our own sect. On average, one black bamboo sword can be squeezed out every five years to reward the monks in the clan."

"According to the practice of these years, the clansmen who receive the flying sword must meet the following characteristics--under the age of 30, have the hope of hitting the late stage of Qi refining in the short term, and have made outstanding contributions to the family. Brother Chen, if you are really interested Ink Bamboo Sword, it can be planned in a few years."

A second-class black bamboo sword would cost five hundred spirit stones in the market, and the top-grade black bamboo sword would only be more expensive. Ordinary family monks rely on their own savings, which can only be expected but not within reach.

"Two spirit stone subsidies a year in the early stage of Qi refining, five spirit stone subsidies a year in the middle stage of Qi refining, only twenty spirit stones are given to the clan in the late stage of Qi refining, and it is too slow to save money purely relying on family welfare. Or the same As I thought before, it is best to master a money-making craft in order to make a fortune quickly."

If there is a chance to get the Black Bamboo Sword, of course Bai Zichen will fight for it.

On the road of cultivating immortality, fighting for the first chance of immortality is a process of fighting, fighting with people, fighting with the sky, and fighting with the Dao.

"It's settled, Fatty, in the future, if I become a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, I will buy you a shop in the most central location in Qingfengmenfang City. You can sell whatever you want, so that you can do business happily!"

Qingfengmenfang City gathered the largest flow of monks in Heishan County. Every shop can be called a cornucopia, and countless goods flow in and are bought from here.

For any shop, the annual rent would be thousands of spirit stones, not to mention a permanent buyout lease, that would be an astronomical figure.

Infected by Fatty Bai's emotions, Bai Zichen was excited and said what was in his heart. The biggest dream in front of him was to become a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

After living two hundred years, he has become a worthy figure in Heishan County, and at the same time, he has truly possessed the ability to protect himself.

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"Break! Break! Break!"

The thin Taoist pointed out with three fingers, and three golden lights shot out with overwhelming force, completely piercing through the Chongxu sword array, and the sword technique that was originally radiant with sword light stopped suddenly.

It was only at this time that it was clear that the three golden lights were three palm-length golden shuttles, which happened to hit the eyes of the sword array, causing it to malfunction.

Ten days of continuous attack, uninterrupted consumption of the sword energy of the sword formation, after the Xiuxian family paid more than 30 lives, the sword formation finally reached the time when the oil was exhausted. Thinking of the treasures that might be hidden in the third floor of the Temple of the Five Sacred Mountains, the thin Taoist's heart became hot, his fingers formed a formula, and mana surged all over his body. When he slapped down, the whole mountain shook.

call out! call out! call out!

In an instant, more than ten sword lights shot out from the cave, and the thin Taoist stopped half of them with his big hand, but there were still five or six sword lights rushing past him too fast.

It happened to be the critical moment to destroy the mansion, in order to allow the disciples of the sect to enter immediately, the team of the Xiuxian family had been replaced, and the ones facing the sword light in front of them were all disciples of the Qingfeng sect.

Before the two disciples could react at all, they were killed by Jian Guang and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the remaining sword lights were still flying far away, the few sword lights in his pockets were still jumping for joy, unable to find any energy, so he could only shout angrily: "Idiot, don't hurry up and stop these flying swords!" , take a walk, the ancestor wants you to look good!"

A few purple-robed elders finally came to their senses, sacrificed magic tools, entangled with these sword lights, and tried to suppress the capture.

But the formation dissipated, and what slowly appeared in front of everyone's eyes were five hillock-like earth slopes, shining with metallic luster. And a towering stone tablet, full of the breath of ancient times.