An Qingli's wood spiritual root value has reached 91%, and now combined with the newly realized wood attribute sword intent, the attack power is astonishing.
However, the Ruyi Red Flame Sword is a fire-attribute magic sword. If you want to unleash your newly learned sword intent to a greater extent, you have to use a wood-attribute magic sword to be even more powerful.
So An Qingli, who was in the jungle, sent a message to his uncle, the master of the treasure peak peak, to order a wooden magic sword. Of course, it was a top-grade magic sword.
An Qingli has plenty of money and is not short of spiritual stones.
The master of Baoqi Peak is very happy, he likes such cheerful and wealthy children.
Putting away the jade slips of communication, removing the hiding formation, An Qingli continued to move forward.
In the Mustard Seed Space, several little ones sat in a row, seriously admiring the paintings given by the Qin family.
The atmosphere was eerily quiet for a while.
The two paintings were just hanging in the air, allowing a few monster beasts and monsters to study them wholeheartedly.
Little Lingxi blinked her eyes, which were a little dry after staring for too long.
"What are you talking about?"
The little tiger cursed and finally lost his patience again, still not seeing the reason.
"Why!"
The strange silence was broken, and the remaining ones suddenly twisted their bodies and began to look at each other, shaking their heads and sighing.
As expected, this advanced stuff of human monks is not something that these monsters can understand.
To them, this is just a pretty good painting.
There is nothing but a man and a beast.
The little Pegasus shook the long hair on his forehead and said with a bit of smugness: "In addition to perfectly showing the handsomeness of me and the grandmaster, this painting has nothing else. I really don't know what the master's eyes are made of, and how can he draw them from the painting?"
I can see things in it, and actually understand the meaning of the sword from it, which is simply incredible."
"It is indeed incredible." Xiao Jintan said in deep thought, "But for a small number of people, they see mountains as other than mountains, and see paintings as other than paintings. Otherwise, they would not be able to surpass the vast majority of people in the world and cultivate all the way to the realm of transcending tribulation."
"That's true." After such an explanation, Xiao Huzi was quite convinced, "If you don't have any talent and understanding, how can you reach the realm of transcending tribulation just by luck and chance. My ancestors in the Mahayana realm said that it is
He likes to study Buddhist scriptures and has benefited a lot. He has absorbed the wisdom of many human monks and reached the Mahayana realm."
The little Pegasus said "Hey": "No wonder, your ancestor was happy in everything and didn't like to meddle in other people's business. It turns out that he is still half a Buddhist."
"No, my ancestor once secretly went to the Buddhist country to listen to Buddhist scriptures, and was arrested two or three times. Moreover, it was once the mount of a Buddhist monk. It was voluntary and no one forced it."
The little tiger fluttered its wings and was extremely proud, even though the fact was that its ancestor was crying and shouting, with snot and tears, and begged the eminent monk to accept it.
At that time, the ancestor had not yet transformed into another form. Seeing his sincerity, the eminent monk touched his head and took him beside him.
In the past nine thousand years, the ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger has only been able to carry the eminent monk alone. The rest, not even Mu Sheng, did not have that honor.
Little Huzi didn't know the history of his ancestor's cry and begged, so he only said proudly: "With our master's understanding, he is a proud Taoist, and he has the wisdom of Buddhism, no matter what, he will be able to survive the calamity."
Xiao Jintan said happily: "That's right, that's right. Qingli has a very high level of understanding. He can understand the meaning of the sword with just one painting. It's rare in the world. As long as he doesn't go astray, anything is possible in the future."
The others were also impressed and happy.
But then again, the painter is not simple either.
If a middle-stage Nascent Soul master can have such attainments in calligraphy and painting, then the Qin family is worthy of being a super big family with many talented people.
The Qin family entered Taoism through calligraphy and painting. Perhaps the calligraphy and painting passed down by several ancestors are equivalent to the inheritance wall of Wanjian Sect.
In fact, the Qin family mostly uses a paintbrush as a tool, and the natal magic weapon of many people is a pen.
The pen of the Qin family is equivalent to the sword in the hands of a swordsman.
The powerful boss of the Qin family can create various realms with just a stroke of his pen, and the flower realm is one of them.
The flowery landscape that An Qingli comprehends is endless and endless.
However, the flower scene painted by the painters of the Qin family is extremely graceful and colorful, enough to make people's eyes dazzled by the random flowers.
Some people say that the Qin family is too elegant and elegant, but they do not have the sharpness and domineering power of a swordsman. They are far ahead of a swordsman who can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword.
Some people also say that the Qin family only wears a cloak of elegance, but in reality they are ruthless and murderous without even showing blood.
However, there are more than 20 people in the Qin family who have crossed the Tribulation Realm and have been proud of the East China Sea for more than 10,000 years. There is no need to explain too much whether the pen in the hands of the Qin family can compare with the sword in the hands of a sword cultivator.
Moreover, in the eyes of the big Dharma cultivators, whether it is a sword or a pen, it is a magical weapon that can be used with help. There is no need to distinguish between high and low. That is to say, those who play with swords think that the sword in their hands is extremely noble.
Ranked number one in the world.
Of course, it is a coincidence that every big boss in the Qin family who uses a pen as a weapon also firmly believes that the pen in his hand is unrivaled. Without this belief, they would not be able to cultivate the realm of transforming into gods and overcoming tribulations.
In the Mustard Seed space, a few little ones excitedly looked into the future for An Qingli, then cursed and put away the two paintings that were not famous.
This painting is not something they monsters can understand. It makes them, these spiritual beasts with extraordinary blood, look so brainless.
Anyway, the owner has understood everything from it, and then he can sell the painting to the An family or the sect in exchange for the corresponding spiritual stones.
An Qingli was still walking carefully in the forest, because he had to guard against people, animals, and traps, so he could collect spiritual plants and good things along the way. He was not going fast, and in the blink of an eye, several months passed.
The land beneath our feet was very different from before. It was extremely dry, even the vegetation was short and sparse, and the land was quite barren.
"On this kind of sand, nothing good can grow." Little Huzi sighed in his spirit beast bag.
"That's not necessarily the case."
Xiao Jintan was the first to disagree. The place where it was originally was barren, and even the spiritual energy was extremely thin.
Although the land here is a little barren, the concentration of spiritual energy is still good. If you search carefully, you may find something good.
However, in order to avoid being exposed, Xiao Jintan did not rely on his innate talent to actively sense the spiritual plants around him that enabled spiritual intelligence.
If you happen to sense the transformed demonic plant and expose the divine plant, that would be a bad thing.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky and there was no shade. An Qingli wore a white silk hat and let go of his consciousness to search in this barren land.
The area covered by the divine consciousness is desolate, which is really puzzling.
The spiritual energy of this place is no worse than elsewhere, and it is indeed a bit strange to see such a desolate scene.
A small gray ant tentatively climbed onto the instep of An Qingli, then quickly crawled over her instep.