Fang Yue turned around and finally saw clearly what Wang Kuan looked like.
To be precise, the opponent is not a human race at all, but the legendary bird race.
The bird has a red head and a sharp beak.
Its pair of bird claws are more like sharp blades.
Wang Kuan's bird claws were clasped on Fang Yue's shoulders.
He tried his best, but was unable to hurt Fang Yue at all.
"Your strength is still too weak."
Fang Yue commented lightly.
There was no joy or sadness on his face. The other person was just a practitioner at the saint level. He was like a weak baby in front of him.
"I originally didn't want to get involved in the grudge between you, but now that you've done something to me, I have to show some expression and attitude!"
"I am from Xiaoyao Pavilion, you dare to touch me?"
Wang Kuan said threateningly with a stern look on his face.
What responded to him was a wisp of sword energy falling to the ground.
The sword energy drifted away, and Wang Kuan's head slowly slid down from his neck. The wound was as smooth as a mirror and very neat.
"Many people from Xiaoyao Pavilion have died in my hands. No matter how great the hatred is, I have already taken over it. You are the only one left!"
Fang Yue said quite calmly.
It was as if what he killed was not a saint at all, but a random cat or dog on the street.
Everyone who passed by was trembling, and no one dared to complain for the saint of Xiaoyao Pavilion who was killed by Fang Yue's sword.
"Old man, what do you think of the deal I proposed just now?"
Fang Yue smiled again and said narrowly.
The old man Chu Mu had goosebumps all over his body.
I originally thought that Fang Yue was just an ordinary practitioner, but who would have expected that he turned out to be a scumbag.
The people in Xiaoyao Pavilion have been keeping an eye on him for a long time, using all kinds of coercion and inducement to get him to hand over the Wood Spirit Art in his hand.
If he hadn't stayed with him so hard, this Wood Spirit Art might have changed hands long ago.
The man in front of him is obviously a ruthless person, at least much more ruthless than the people in Xiaoyao Pavilion.
Agree, or not.
Chu Mu was hesitating and making a decision in his heart! The Wood Spirit Art was his lifeblood.
"Don't you want to give up?
Even if I didn’t tell you!”
Fang Yue was about to turn around and leave without any nostalgia.
It's just a secret technique, so it won't cost him too much effort.
"It's not that I don't want to give it to you, but it's just that giving this Wood Spirit Art to you may not be a blessing, it's more likely to become a disaster!"
Chu Mu spoke slowly, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.
"I obtained the Wood Spirit Secret by chance, but it was this Wood Spirit Secret that almost ruined my life! The ripening elixir is so tempting.
There are nine levels of Wood Spirit Technique, and I have just started, and I have not even mastered the first level!"
A self-deprecating and sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Chu Mu's mouth.
"But, now I have been targeted by Xiaoyao Pavilion! Even the doomed creatures are secretly watching me! If it weren't for the restriction in my sea of consciousness, I'm afraid I would have been captured by them to search for my soul. Where would I be?
Now the free body!"
"You must understand that if you obtain the Wood Spirit Art, you will have to bear the karma caused by the Wood Spirit Art! Neither Xiaoyao Pavilion nor the Doomed Creatures are like that!"
Chu Mu spoke again, wanting to make Fang Yue sure.
Fang Yue nodded slightly.
"Fearless, fearless!"
Fang Yue's voice fell.
Chu Mu couldn't help but sigh softly.
"It's great to be young. I thought I had the same attitude back then! However, now that I'm in my final years, I don't want anything else. I just want to live longer. If you want to get the Wood Spirit Art, you can, but you can
The little things I have brought out now are far from enough! I want to be above the sixth level of the Saint Realm! I also want a thousand years of life! As long as you can meet these two conditions of mine, it doesn't matter if I give you this Wood Spirit Art?
"
Chu Mu made his conditions.
Strictly speaking, this condition is not excessive.
Fang Yue pondered for a moment, he always felt that there was a lot of weirdness in Chu Mu, so he didn't want to provoke him.
"good!"
"This thousand-year life span is not easy to deal with. After all, you have taken many life-extending elixirs at the saint level. The ordinary life-extending elixirs have no great effect on you! However,
It is easier to break through to the sixth level of the Saint Realm!"
Fang Yue briefly explored the old man's condition.
He found that the old man's physical body had weakened to the extreme, and his internal organs all exuded a rotten smell.
But this old man's soul is exceptionally powerful.
"A soul at the level of a great saint, a body at the level of a saint?
Could it be that this old man reached the third level of the Saint Realm after his realm fell?"
Fang Yue felt strange in his heart.
The more he looked at this old man, the more unusual he became.
With the arrogance and tyranny of Doomsday Creature and Xiaoyao Pavilion, would they wait until now if the old man had such a stunning magic trick in his hands?
Not to mention that this old man used restraints to seal his own sea of consciousness, even if he self-destructed, he could still gather his remaining soul and heroic spirit using the method of dooming creatures, and subject him to rigorous interrogation.
Therefore, the old man’s words cannot be fully believed.
"This is my exclusive secret Baicao liquid. It is mild in nature and contains the energy of the five elements. After taking it, it can be used to warm and nourish the internal organs and tone the muscles. You can refine it and take it. You can condition your body a little first, and then I will help you.
Break through the realm of cultivation!"
Fang Yue casually took out a milky-white jade bottle of mutton fat. There were ten drops of four-turn Baicao liquid in the bottle.
This four-turn Baicao liquid is more than enough to condition the physical body of a saint-level practitioner! The old man took a deep look at Fang Yue, and then did not doubt whether Fang Yue's Baicao liquid was poisonous. He took it out drop by drop.
He picked up the Baicao liquid in the jade bottle and slowly refined it.
Each drop of Baicao liquid is the size of a longan, the liquid is dark green, and it exudes a faint fragrant smell.
People passing by would feel ecstatic after taking a sip of it! It took the old man about an hour to refine all ten drops of Baicao Liquid, and Fang Yue waited patiently beside him.
After refining ten drops of Baicao liquid, the wrinkles on the old man's face were reduced a lot.
He looked at Fang Yue again with a clear look in his eyes.
"This thing is good. Old man, I feel almost ten years younger!"
When Fang Yue looked at the old man again, the old man's aura had climbed back from the third level of the Saint Realm back to the fourth level of the Saint Realm! Fang Yue secretly thought in his heart that his guess was indeed correct.
This old man fell from the Great Sage Realm or even a higher level of cultivation.
"What is weak is not enough! The herbs just now are conditioning your physical body, making your fragile physical body stronger, and the elixir given to you now is the elixir that can enhance your realm."
"This is the Lotus Pill. The pill contains ninety-nine kinds of elixirs. After refining it, you should be able to break through to the sixth level of the Saint Realm within an hour. The rest of the medicinal power will slowly remain in your body.
The release will probably allow you to successfully enter the seventh level of the Saint Realm within three days!"
The Fahua Pill was a trophy that Fang Yue plundered from the universe of flowers.
He still had a lot of this kind of elixir on hand, so he didn't feel bad about taking it out.
The old man nodded slightly, with no sadness or joy on his face.
Fahuadan is precious, but it is not uncommon for him.
If he were in his prime, why would he sell the scriptures in his hand for a mere lotus elixir?
A trace of sadness spread in the old man's heart.
The old man put the lotus pill under his tongue.
The elixir melts instantly when it meets the saliva, and a wisp of coolness flows throughout the limbs and bones.
The old man's eyes became clearer.
Then, the old man closed his eyes and concentrated on guiding the essence contained in the elixir.
Fang Yue once again fell into a long wait.
However, this time, the old man did not keep Fang Yue waiting.
After about dozens of breaths, the old man's cultivation level returned to the fifth level of the Saint Realm.
After about dozens of breaths, he reached the sixth level of the Saint Realm! The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a scornful aura swept out of him instantly.
He doesn't look like a vendor selling elixirs on the Tianchi Lake, but his aura to Fang Yue is more like that of an invincible overlord.
Soon, the old man restrained his aura.
He was a little embarrassed and said to Fang Yue: "My level has just risen a little, and I couldn't control myself for a while. Please forgive me! I'm sorry!"
The old man touched the back of his head, looking cute and honest.
Fang Yue understood that these were all illusions.
This old man was definitely not a simple person when he was young.
"The cultivation realm has returned to the sixth level of the saint realm. You have satisfied this condition! That thousand-year lifespan..." The old man looked at Fang Yue with some longing in his eyes.
"Don't worry, should you give me part of the Wood Spirit Art you promised me first?"
Fang Yue looked at the old man and said slowly.
Although Baicaoye and Fahuadan are nothing to him, Fang Yue is so deducted! If he is deceived by this old guy, wouldn't it be a huge loss?
"Hehe, this should be it."
"This is the prologue to the Wood Spirit Scripture!"
The old man said and threw a jade slip to Fang Yue.
He didn't bargain.
Fang Yue has already paid enough, and it would be unkind for him to bargain any more.
Sincerity is given to each other.
He still understands the truth that Chu Mu people become mature with age.
Fang Yue took the jade slip and refined it.
Wisps of willpower echoed in his mind.
The prologue of this Wood Spirit Sutra is actually not a scripture, but a trace of willpower. This kind of willpower is quite special and can command all things to grow.
"The will of Tao?
No, this is not the will of Tao, but the will of Tao simulated with mental power. This will to defend Tao cannot be used to increase combat power, but can only command the growth of all things!"
Fang Yue has understood the true will of Tao, and it is natural for him to use his mental power to simulate this false will of Tao.
"This will of the Tao is unparalleled, and it is expected that it has the ability to give birth to elixirs! Using mental power to simulate the will of the Tao, although it is far less powerful than the original will of the Tao, but it takes a lot of time to restore the will of the Tao.
The time is not as good as the thousands of ways to quickly recover after the mental energy is consumed!"
Fang Yue saw through the benefits of this secret method at a glance.