Chapter 70 Start-up in Nine Days(1/2)
After making a rough plan for the next schedule, and before preparing to practice in seclusion, Meng Zhou took out the five storage bags in his arms and roughly counted them.
He was already stronger than the five people from Zheng Sheng who ambushed him. Although he already had such overwhelming strength, he still did not practice martial arts and used tricks one after another.
Both sides gave full account of their enemies without even formally fighting each other.
Therefore, the harvest of loot is also complete.
After some gentle words, Meng Zhou couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder Heshengtang can't control it and gradually goes astray!"
There are a total of 1453 low-grade spiritual stones, among which there are three medium-grade spiritual stones.
A first-level high-grade magical weapon, which is the giant hammer used by Zheng Sheng;
There are two first-level high-grade magic swords and four first-level middle-grade magic swords.
There are five first-level medium-grade magical weapons and three first-order low-grade magical weapons. They are all very common offensive and defensive types.
There are also many medium and high-quality spiritual rice, spiritual tea and monster meat reserves, and a total of more than fifty various talismans.
In addition to these, there are also a large number of spare weapons mixed with some spiritual materials and hidden weapons such as flying knives and sleeve arrows.
There is also a large amount of gold, silver and personal belongings.
There are so many things, and the space inside the five storage bags is almost fully utilized.
But after counting these things, the most vivid feeling in Meng Zhou's heart was that of shabbyness.
Except Zheng Sheng, who has a high-grade magic weapon, another monk at the seventh level of Qi training only has a high-grade magic sword and two medium-grade magic tools.
The fifth-level qi-training monk with the lowest cultivation level didn't even have a mid-grade magic weapon, and could only use low-grade magic tools to support the scene.
Except for Zheng Sheng and the other seventh-level Qi practitioner who had more spiritual stones in their storage bags, the other three people did not have as many spiritual stones in their pockets as the fifth-level Qi practitioner that Meng Zhou killed on the bank of the Baijiang River.
These are all monks under He Shengtang who have been robbing for a while. They are not the most difficult and most down-to-earth casual cultivators in the legend.
Although it added up to a huge windfall, it was not a fraction less than what Meng Zhou had expected before counting.
He couldn't help but reflect in his heart, perhaps, this is the current situation of the largest number of non-professional cultivators. The group of professional cultivators he has the most contact with has made his usual cognition somewhat biased.
Meng Zhou put all the useful harvest into a storage bag, and transferred the spiritual rice and monster meat reserves that took up the largest space into his own storage bag with the largest space.
Other useless things were either sunk into the deep pool by him, and the clothes and other personal belongings were burned to ashes with a flame charm.
The total internal space of the five storage bags is only a little over ten square meters. The one Zheng Sheng wears is the largest, only five square meters, and there is also a three-square-meter bag and a three-square-foot bag.
In addition to the two original ones on his body, Meng Zhou looked at the seven storage bags of different sizes, styles and colors on his body, and Meng Zhou smiled bitterly: "I can be considered an elder of seven bags, right?"
After dealing with these, Meng Zhou entered the quiet room in the inner room, closed the thick stone door, and took out the first-order high-grade spirit gathering array disk.
The formation plate, which was originally only the size of a dish, became a diameter of nearly two meters with the activation of mana, which was just about the same size as a quiet room.
In the center of the Spirit Gathering Array, there is a round jade plate.
With a slight twist, the jade plate rotated 180 degrees, revealing an empty pit.
Meng Zhou took out low-grade spiritual stones and filled them in. The pit was not filled until a hundred stones were filled.
Then, the jade plate is returned to its place.
Soon, Meng Zhou keenly felt a steady stream of spiritual energy flowing out from under the jade plate along the talisman lines of the array plate.
The spiritual energy permeates the range of the formation disk, and the defensive array is activated, sealing all the spiritual energy within a hemispherical area about two meters in diameter.
The quality of the spiritual energy in the area is getting higher and higher, until it reaches the first level of high quality, then it stabilizes and no more new spiritual energy is added.
The quality of spiritual energy in this small area is no worse than that of the superior stone chambers in the Zuowang Pavilion.
Meng Zhou took a deep breath, and his body and mind finally felt truly happy and relaxed.
Elsewhere, away from an environment like the Spiritual Vein Land, Meng Zhou would only feel that the spiritual energy was too thin to be utilized and unable to practice.
But as he got closer and closer to the Yunwu Mountains, he felt that not only was there no spiritual energy, but there was also a strange energy lingering around him.
If spiritual energy is regarded as water, then this strange energy is simply like fine sand with sharp water chestnut corners and distinct grains. It is not only useless to practice, but also harmful.
This is evil energy, born in evil veins, and all monsters are born in evil veins and evil places.
It is also the characteristics of evil spirits that create the power of monsters and their bloodthirsty and violent nature.
However, the meat of monster beasts is a great tonic for practitioners, and some special materials in evil veins are also of great value to practitioners.
The reason why there are so many monsters in the Yunwu Mountains is that there is a first-order evil vein that is distributed even above the Nuanyun Valley.
The place where Meng Zhou is now is already part of the Yunwu Mountains, and the evil spirit is very strong. As a practitioner, such an environment makes him instinctively feel uncomfortable.
Now, sitting cross-legged in the spirit gathering array, he finally felt comfortable.
After one night, when Meng Zhou finished practicing, he immediately checked his current status.
Cultivation progress +3.
He breathed a long sigh of relief.
He checked the consumption of the spirit stones again. Ten of the one hundred spirit stones had turned into waste, while the other ninety were still in good condition.
Meng Zhou felt happy.
"The consumption is much less than I expected."
According to his understanding, other monks of the same level consume less spirit stones when using the Spirit Gathering Array Disk on a daily basis.
Because the spiritual energy they can actually refine and absorb every day is much less than him, their cultivation efficiency is much lower than his, and the consumption of spiritual stones will naturally be less.
At this moment, Meng Zhou felt very strange.
Without borrowing the spiritual veins of the spiritual land, even if you burn spiritual stones to practice, the consumption is far less than what ordinary people imagine. But the real obstacle is that the price of the spiritual gathering array plate that can be used to burn spiritual stones is too high, and it is by no means ordinary.
What the practitioner can bear.
Therefore, this kind of "mobile spiritual land" that can maintain progress wherever you go is only the patent of a very small number of practitioners.
Other monks, even if they could withstand the consumption of daily use, were all blocked by this first high threshold.
After breakfast, Meng Zhou first practiced the rope knot technique for a while, and then practiced the Cang Xiong Heng technique for a while.
When the time was almost up, he had another hearty meal, then he put all the items into the storage bag and walked out of the stone room.
Use huge rocks to block the entrance of the passage, step on the water and walk out of the hidden water curtain, and look up at the silver-white horses rushing down from a height of a thousand meters.
To surpass this thousand-meter cliff, Meng Zhou had many ways, and he used the simplest one.
A high-quality flying sword flew out of his sleeve and penetrated into his feet.
Soon, his figure flew up under the support of the flying sword, flying from the deep pool a thousand meters below to the water a thousand meters above.
As early as when he had mastered the art of sword control, he could stand on a flying sword and hang in the air several meters above the ground, staggering without falling.
However, you must always hold the sword with your hands in coordination, otherwise you will fall off the flying sword if you are not careful.
After mastering the art of sword control, you can basically stand firm and fly slowly.
But I don’t dare to go too fast or too high, and the technical difficulty of flying a flying sword alone is still too different from that of a physical body carrying more than 100 kilograms. If you are not careful, it may become a large-scale disaster scene.
Basically of no practical value.
After reaching the master level in swordsmanship, he could already control flying swords and carry himself in circles in the air.
After becoming a master, you are already an experienced player. Even if you still need to cooperate with the kneading techniques, you can still make it very smooth and silky.
When you reach consummation, your hands are freed, and you have completely realized the control of your mind. You can really fly however you want, and go wherever you want.
However, the speed is not faster than his running.
It's not that Yujian's flying speed is slow, but that his feet are running too fast.
Moreover, flying with a sword consumes a lot of mana and mental energy. For Qi training monks, it is difficult to last long and it is too ostentatious.
And this is equivalent to abolishing the ability of a flying sword, which is used exclusively for transportation.
Running on two feet consumes very little and is more flexible. You can adjust the direction anytime and anywhere. When encountering a dangerous situation, you can immediately "exchange the fake for the real", which is more confusing to those with evil intentions.
His feet stepped on the water again, and the flying sword flew out of the water and went into his sleeves.
Meng Zhou raised his head and looked at the sun that was about to reach its zenith in the sky. Without stopping at all, he plunged into the mountains.
At this moment, the thick fog shrouding the mountains became much lighter.
It didn't take long for the roar of the giant bear to be heard in the mountains, with more and more roars spreading over an increasingly wider area.
About three hours later, Meng Zhou appeared in this water area again.
It's just that his image now is very different from when he first came up. He is as embarrassed as he is.
And in the mountains behind him, the roars of bears came one after another, which actually sounded a bit angry.
At this moment, Meng Zhou, who purposely did not wear a robe, was wearing rags, and there were even many scabbed scars on his chest, front and back.
Against this embarrassment, the bright smile on his face seemed even more dazzling.
After returning to the Water Curtain Cave, Meng Zhou took out the three-legged cauldron, and while the feeling of fighting fiercely with the bears was still there, he continued to practice the Cang Xiong Hengqiang.
He was like a wild bear, constantly leaning against the wall of the tripod. The three legs of the heavy tripod had firmly penetrated into the ground. As he bumped against it again and again, he also made bursts of light sounds.
The trembling, buzzing and muffled sounds never stopped.
To be continued...