The Confucian scholar surnamed Feng then said, "The first disciple of the military division died after only living for more than a month. This should also be caused by improper cultivation. Although the herbal medicine for beginners to cleanse the body is not rare and difficult to find,
Grass, but there are some flavors that are rarely seen in the mortal world.
However, his second disciple passed the entry level of body washing and cultivated to the first level of Qi Condensation stage, but he was also poisoned by fire. Later, for some reason, this disciple learned that he was being used as a
Regarding the 'soul-absorbing' matter, we asked the local military commander and another martial arts master to ambush the military advisor." When he said this, Confucian scholar surnamed Feng showed a strange look on his face.
Everyone else shook their heads when they heard this. The dark and sturdy man with a golden compass embroidered on his sleeves said, "How can we win this? Even if he is poisoned by fire, the military advisor is already at the peak of the third level of the Qi Condensation Stage. Not just a few of them."
A martial arts master can kill him, but even if he kills him several times more, it will be in vain."
The other monks, including the Taoist priest above, also expressed their agreement with what the great Han said.
The Confucian scholar named Feng just shook his head after hearing this, "Junior Brother Liang guessed wrong."
"Oh? Could it be that they killed the military advisor and it wasn't your law enforcement hall that killed him?" Junior Brother Liang asked curiously.
"This is what surprised me. Not only did they kill the military advisor, but the main credit here was not the two worldly martial arts masters, but the military advisor's disciple. His mortal disciple was only fifteen years old.
, a six-year-old farmer who was born at the foot of Daqing Mountain. According to the report of the following disciples, judging from the fighting at the scene, from the beginning of the ambush to the last kill, it should be all done by him. These methods can be said to be good at planning, decisive and ruthless.
When our disciples arrived, except for this mortal disciple, all the others were dead. The commander and another martial arts master died from the 'Fire Bullet Technique' and the 'Wood Thorn Technique'. Then
A mortal disciple was also on the verge of death, so the disciple planned to kill that mortal boy as well. Although he was innocent, he had indirectly secretly practiced our sect's immortal method, not to mention that he was also about to die, so it was still worth wasting the elixir.
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Everyone nodded. There is no such thing as saving the weak and overpowering the strong in the world of immortality, let alone sympathy.
"But just when we were about to take his life, we unexpectedly discovered that this mortal disciple had symptoms of 'separation and poisoning' for no apparent reason, so we brought him back."
"Oh, have you confirmed it? Are you really practicing the 'Fragmentation and Poison Body'?"
"No one in my sect has mastered this 'Detachment and Poison Body' in nearly a thousand years. He has no corresponding technique to practice. How did he master it? Could it be related to the improper introduction to the wood attribute 'Wu Ye Lian Qing Gong'?
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"Yes, this poisonous body is the second among the three major poisonous bodies of our sect. The sect has been passed down since ancient times. There are only a dozen people who have mastered these three major poisonous bodies. None of them have gone through countless hardships.
It takes a great opportunity to practice it.”
Everyone in the hall started talking, regardless of how the monk surnamed Feng answered.
"Okay, okay, how can it be so decent? How can it be like a food market in the secular world? Since some people have said that there are great opportunities, opportunities are different for everyone, and if you get it, you will get it. It seems that the little friend must be
With a good fortune, "Junior Brother Feng," the old Taoist with solemn face, started to shout and stopped everyone.
The monk surnamed Feng looked at everyone and smiled bitterly.
Seeing this, the solemn old Taoist frowned and said, "What? Didn't it turn out that he was 'separated and poisonous' after the examination?"
Next, the fellow brothers and some elders, except for Junior Brother Xiaozhufeng Wei who looked like it had nothing to do with him, the rest of them could not help but express disappointment in their hearts.
"That's not true. I personally inspected this person yesterday. He is indeed a 'fragmented and poisonous body', and his body has a faint color that penetrates the muscles and bones. It's just that this person has mixed spiritual roots." The monk surnamed Feng shook his head.
sigh.
"The 'fragmentation and poisonous body' of miscellaneous spirit roots, how is this possible? I'm going to fuck you, you're an immortal"
"Miscellaneous spiritual roots? Can such a physique be cultivated into such an ancient body? Junior Brother Feng seriously confirms this?"
"This is really interesting. The slave family wants to take this kid in and study it carefully. Study it, haha."
The solemn old Taoist sat at the top without saying a word. After a long while, he sighed, "Junior Brother Feng, are you sure?"
The Confucian scholar surnamed Feng stood up, his robes fluttering, and raised his hands: "Brother, head master, I can't be wrong about this. At first, I thought I had made a mistake in my excitement, and asked several elders who went with me to try, but in the end
The result is miscellaneous spiritual roots."
"Then it's a pity, Zalinggen. Even if he is given more resources, he will probably be in the foundation-building period in this life. It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity." The old Taoist Su Mian said three regrets in a row.
"Then what should we do with this child?" Confucian scholar surnamed Feng looked at the head brother.
"Kill him. Leaving him to do nothing is just a waste of resources. People like this are worthy of this opportunity, but it's of no use if they have it. It looks like they are still angry, so let's just kill him." A dark and thick man with a golden compass embroidered on his sleeves.
Said impatiently.
At the moment, a few people nodded in acquiescence. The resources for cultivating immortals are given to those who are useful. Those who have no future can just fend for themselves. There is no human kindness in the world of cultivating immortals.
"Didn't Senior Sister Li just say that she would receive it from her disciples? Haha" someone said to the plump and charming woman.
"Yes, yes, I want to take it. I have only heard of this poisonous body, and I really want to experience it." The beautiful woman looked around with beautiful eyes, and her smile bloomed like a peach blossom.
The people below looked at her smiling face and couldn't help but feel chilled in their hearts: "If that boy becomes a disciple of this woman, will he survive for a day?"
After hearing this, the stern-faced old man shook his head, "You can't stay away from me, junior sister. What kind of physique is the 'fragmented poison body'? One liquid and one blood can transform ten thousand poisons. How can I let you take it away?"
"Hey, senior brother, old ghost, what happened to the slave family? The slave family can't accept a disciple peacefully, and it didn't even mention that he used it to make Gu." The beautiful woman immediately looked at the old Taoist who was above her, and became dissatisfied.
Come.
"Junior sister, although this kid has miscellaneous spiritual roots, if we increase the resources to cultivate him, there is hope that he can reach the foundation-building stage. With his 'fragmented poison body', if he can reach the foundation-building stage, he will be a golden elixir master again.
There are a few who dare to say that they can defeat him, but how can they be underestimated because of his strong body and the inexplicable poison that breeds through changes. Therefore, even if this miscellaneous spirit root is used well, it can beat the golden elixir.
When one reaches the late stage of Qi Condensation and the foundation building stage, it is rare for someone to win." The old Taoist Su Mian looked down.
Everyone below has been cultivating for hundreds of years. No one is a very thoughtful person, but they were just shaken by the huge gap. Only three people have made this 'fragmented poison body' for hundreds of millions of years, and now suddenly someone is here.
The training was completed in the Qi Condensation stage, but it was a pity that it could only stop at building the foundation. The blow can be imagined.
Seeing the old man say this, the beautiful woman's face froze and she was about to speak. Suddenly a clear voice sounded, "Brother head, Senior Sister Li, I think this boy should join my sect. I will accept him as a registered disciple first." Everyone.
Looking for fame, it was Junior Brother Wei Xiaozhufeng who kept smiling and saying nothing.
"Hey, little junior brother, this is really strange. How did you, a great Jindan Daxiu cultivator, accept a Qi Condensation stage disciple as your disciple?" The beautiful woman smiled and looked at the fat young man who was sitting upright in the chair and smiling.
"Senior sister, didn't you just want to accept him as your disciple? Is it a lie? Or do you want to accept him as a Gu? There are seven disciples under my sect, don't you also have one who is in the Qi Condensation stage as a registered disciple? How many more people are there?
There are not many of them. When they reach the foundation building stage, I will officially accept them as disciples. Besides, as you just said, he is a miscellaneous spirit root. How many resources does this require? How many other resources do you have? "Pangpang
Junior Brother Wei chuckled and looked at the beautiful woman.
After hearing this, the beautiful woman had nothing to say for a moment, and the others nodded. When it comes to resources, which peak can be compared to Xiaozhu Peak. Including the handymen, there are less than twenty people, even though a lot of resources are deducted every year.
, there is no other peak that can be compared. Over the years, as the number of disciples from other peaks has increased, the competition for resource allocation has become more and more cruel. Now the disciples who have just started are breaking their heads and want to enter Xiaozhu Peak.
Including the disciples who originally left Xiaozhu Peak, their intestines turned green, but how did they know at that time that the peak master would only keep a few disciples in the end?
But there is none.
The old man with a solemn face also nodded frequently. He felt that this fat junior brother had finally thought about his disciples. "Junior brother Wei, what you said is true. Just take it and train it well. Maybe it can become a big help in the future. This way, you will be deducted every year
Resources, just relax a little more and give you Xiaozhufeng."
"Senior Brother Head, Junior Brother Wei Xiaozhufeng is just a few people, you are so lenient, how can you be so protective."
"That's right, that's right, senior brother, we have thousands of people now, and we are very busy all year round."
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"Shut up, how can you behave properly? Although Xiaozhufeng has a small number of people, none of you have any idea of the resources you receive every year, even if there are too many.
It is limited, but there is less competition among disciples. Four years later will be the period for the four sects to search for places to harvest. At that time, the various spiritual herbs and spiritual objects brought out from the secret realm will be increased by 10% per peak every year for the next ten years.
What's more, fighting against these so-called noble sects, is this just what you bring out during picking?" said the Su Mian old man with a cold face.
When everyone below heard this, they were all excited and thought, "An extra 10% every year is a lot."
Thinking about the fruits of harvesting in the past and the livid faces of the noble and upright people, I couldn't help but make calculations.
After that, everyone discussed other matters, and after half an hour they filed out of the hall, with all kinds of auras flashing around them.
Li Yan sat on the bed and was in a daze, looking out the window at the flying birds and the fairy energy hovering over the pond. He felt as if he was in a dream.
When he woke up last night, the faint scent of sandalwood filled his nose. He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a white curtain with tassels hanging on it, swaying gently in the wind. Under him was a soft wooden bed.
The head is decorated with exquisite carvings, and the body is covered with a brocade quilt. Looking around, the room is not big. In addition to the bed under him, there is a table and a chair near the window. The hollow carved window shows a fairyland scenery outside the window, with hills.
, pond, green lotus root, pink lotus, golden fish jump up from time to time, and then fall down with a splash of water falling on the lotus leaf, forming crystal clear water droplets, slowly sliding towards the green leaves
edge and dripped into the pool again.
He shook his head and looked around again in disbelief. It was still the same. He was lying in a room, not in the forest of Daqing Mountain. He moved, but found that there was no discomfort on his body. He sighed in his heart, this is definitely not the case.
In the dream, not in the consciousness, my legs were obviously injured and broken, and the fire poison in my body also broke out, but now there is no pain at all, and only my soul is left?
Where is this place? Last time in the consciousness space, he thought it was Abi Hell and made a joke. This time he was sure that he would not make an mistake again. He moved and found that he could move without any restrictions. He turned over and sat down.
I got up to get out of bed, but when I lifted the quilt, I couldn't help but be stunned, I must not be a soul body.
He was still wearing the broken black robe, and there were still a lot of blood stains on the black robe. He hesitantly pulled up the lower black robe, and then looked at his legs. The pants he wore yesterday were also stained with blood, only on his right calf.
A long slit was torn open on his crotch and left thigh, exposing the muscles inside. He was even more puzzled. He used both hands to open up the slit on the trouser leg to make it much larger. He saw that it was a leg without any wounds.
He raised his right leg, and there was no problem at all. He remembered that he used his right leg to kick Ji Junshi, and then it was broken by Ji Junshi. Now there was still an injury, and he looked at his left thigh.
, there were no scars in that area, and there were no traces of cuts by the "Wind Blade Technique". Was it a dream to kill the third master before, or was it a dream now? He raised his hand and pinched his face.
"You're awake?" At the same time as his face hurt, a voice came from his ear.
This chapter has been completed!