Chapter 957 What are you going to do to mess with me?
There is no sound in Xiaolingxiao Village in the early morning. The monks who plant Qinglu Rice in Xiaolingxiao Village need to take care of Qinglu Rice during the day. They basically use the night time to practice in order to take advantage of the rich aroma here.
God's energy can go a step further.
Although there is a spirit gathering array in Xiaolingxiao Village and the spiritual energy is sufficient, no outside monks are allowed to come in here. In one place, outside monks are not allowed to come in to practice, and in the second place, outside monks are not allowed to spend the night here.
The only one with lights still on may be the six-story stone building in Xiaolingxiao Village.
When Mo Wuji passed the stone building, his mind could even see Guangzhi's excited expression. Mo Wuji did not go directly to kill Guangzhi, but bypassed the stone building and landed on the guard of Xiao Lingxiao Village.
Beside the array.
The protective formation in Xiaolingxiao Village is also a level 4 divine formation. This protective formation also has the function of warning. As long as someone dares to forcefully break into the formation, or someone attacks this level 4 divine formation, the alarm will be triggered immediately. Once the alarm is triggered
, the monks of Xiao Ling Xiao Sect can rush to Xiao Ling Xiao Village as soon as possible.
The fourth-level protective formation is enough for Xiao Lingxiao Village, because to break the protective formation by force, at least a fourth-level divine formation master is needed.
Under normal circumstances, what Little Lingxiao Village can produce is low-grade green dew rice. Low-grade green dew rice is nothing in the entire Divine Continent and can be purchased anywhere.
The middle-grade Qinglu rice of a fourth-level divine formation master is enough. Who would come here to snatch the low-grade green dew rice? Unless this fourth-level divine formation master is an idiot, otherwise, a fourth-level divine formation master will never risk offending the little one.
The consequences of the Lingxiao Sect, coming here to break the fourth-level protective formation in Xiaolingxiao Village, just for a little low-grade Qinglu rice.
Mo Wuji is a fourth-level divine formation master, so this protective formation is nothing to Mo Wuji. It only took him half a stick of incense to find the center of the protective formation.
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On the top floor of the stone building in Xiaolingxiao Village, Guangzhi looked at the small pile of green dew rice in front of him with a shocked expression.
Some of these Qinglu rice grains have even turned into light gold. As a person who has managed Qinglu Valley all year round, how could Mitsushi not understand what this means?
This means that the Qinglu rice grown by Mo Wuji will soon be close to the best Qinglu Valley.
You must know that what he gave Mo Wuji was only low-grade Qinglu Valley seeds. What does it mean to use low-grade Qinglu Valley to grow nearly top-quality Qinglu Rice? Guangzhi knew that top-grade Qinglu Rice, at least
It can only be planted by using high-grade Qinglu Valley as seeds.
Guangzhi was so excited that he clenched his fists, and then he loosened his fists helplessly. Mo Wuji didn't know how to praise him. If he wasn't afraid of his uncle, this guy would probably not give in.
If this guy sees the situation clearly and serves his Mitsuru, then his Mitsuru...
Forget it, this guy must be killed. Mo Wuji can use low-grade Qinglu Valley to grow high-grade Qinglu Rice, which shows that Mo Wuji definitely has a way. As long as he kills Mo Wuji before killing him
After being forced to find out all the methods, the person who can grow high-quality green dew rice in the future will be Guangzhi.
"Isn't this green rice very good?" A sudden voice interrupted Mitsushi who was immersed in the fantasy of high-grade green rice. He suddenly raised his head.
A man in black clothes was standing in front of him. It was obviously this man in black clothes who had just spoken.
"Who are you?" Guangzhi subconsciously took a few steps back and his tone became stern, "This is the Little Lingxiao Village of the Little Lingxiao Sect. Once you take action, the Little Lingxiao Sect will know immediately."
"I gave you these green dew rice during the day, and you forgot so quickly?" Mo Wuji chuckled. He came here in disguise, but his voice did not change.
Guangzhi suddenly understood, "You are Mo Wuji, you actually have the guts to come to my place, you are looking for death."
Upon hearing that the person in front of him was Mo Wuji, Guangzhi immediately felt at ease.
If it was a stranger, he would really be a little scared. Mo Wuji was really not afraid. His uncle told him that Mo Wuji was only in the early stages of Yu Shen at most. Even if his uncle was wrong, Mo Wuji was Yu Shen.
He is not afraid of the middle stage. No matter how weak his ambition is, he is still at the seventh level of spiritual cultivation. There is a huge gap between the late stage of spiritual cultivation and the early stage of the middle stage.
Although Guangzhi calmed down, his spiritual thoughts still swept away. He was not afraid of Mo Wuji, but he was afraid that Mo Wuji would bring someone here.
Fortunately, his mind didn't see anyone, which made him sigh in relief.
"Now that you're here, don't leave." Guangzhi reached out to grab Mo Wuji.
But as soon as he took a step, he felt a whirlpool field sweeping over him. Under Mo Wuji's whirlpool field, his field was torn apart instantly like a thin piece of paper.
No, Mo Wuji's strength was not at the early stage of cultivating a god. This was at least the realm of a god. Guang Zhi was so distraught that he had to run away. Soon he found that the space he was in was completely restrained.
The next moment, Mo Wuji's big hand had stretched out, grabbed his neck and lifted him up like a chicken.
Guangzhi, who was on the seventh level of Yushen, didn't even have the ability to resist in front of Mo Wuji, who was on the fourth level of Yushen.
"You should be trying to trick me with your cheap uncle, but unfortunately, I won't give you a chance. And these rice are mine, so I put them away today," Mo Wuji said.
After finishing, he rolled up the twenty kilograms of high-quality green dew rice that Guangzhi had opened and looked at, and at the same time took away Guangzhi's ring.
"Mo Wuji, you can't touch me, my uncle..." Guangzhi only said a few words before he felt his neck tighten, and then he couldn't say a word.
Mo Wuji sighed and said, "Why bother? I just want to be quiet here for a while and then leave. Am I provoking you? Why are you provoking me?"
When it came to the last two words, Mo Wuji's divine energy flashed, and Guangzhi's sea of consciousness split open. Before the spiritual energy could escape, Mo Wuji's ball of flame fell on Guangzhi.
In just a few breaths, Guangzhi turned into a ball of flying ash. Mo Wuji stretched out his hand to roll it up and disappeared without a trace.
After killing Guangzhi, Mo Wuji did not go back, but directly exited the protective formation from the center of the formation he had chosen, then changed his position and began to violently bombard the protective formation.
As Mo Wuji bombarded the protective formation for the first time, a shrill warning sound sounded.
The entire Xiao Lingxiao Village was alarmed, but no one rushed out to check. The people who grew rice in Xiao Lingxiao Village were monks with low cultivation or poor qualifications. They spent their lives to make a fortune here.
There is a glimmer of hope that no one will come out and die for the warning.
It only took Mo Wuji half a stick of incense to tear open the protective formation of Xiao Lingxiao Village, and then moved into his own T-shaped field No. 79 with a wind movement.
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Mo Wuji had walked less than half a stick of incense when dozens of figures quickly rushed into Xiao Lingxiao Village and landed on the sixth floor where Guangzhi was.
"Guangzhi was killed, and there is the smell of Guangzhi being burned here." The speaker was the fourth elder Zheng Changang, who had just been here during the day.
"It should be caused by the twenty kilograms of high-grade green dew rice. The twenty kilograms of high-grade green dew rice was leaked." Another elder said.
Several people around him were silent. Apparently everyone thought that what the elder said was correct. The news that Mo Wuji had planted a row of high-quality Qinglu rice had spread throughout the entire Xiao Lingxiao Sect in a short period of time. Several elders even
I had made plans to visit Mo Wuji during the day. Unexpectedly, something happened to the steward of Xiao Lingxiao Village before dawn.
"No, will something happen to Mo Wuji?" Huo Sheng suddenly thought that Mo Wuji planted the green dew rice. Guangzhi was killed because of twenty kilograms of green dew rice. Can Mo Wuji be okay?
Zheng Changang shook his head, "No, I set up Mo Wuji's protective formation, and the warning signal was not triggered."
After saying this, several elders rushed towards the D-shaped seventy-nine ridge where Mo Wuji was as fast as possible.
The protective formation was touched, and Mo Wuji opened it with a confused look. When he saw Huo Sheng, Zheng Changang, and several unknown elders, he saluted in surprise and asked, "Palace Master Huo, Elder Zheng, what are you...
"
Zheng Changang waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. In the future, you must remember that once the protective formation is attacked, the alarm will be raised immediately."
Mo Wuji still looked confused, but he still clasped his fists to show that he understood what Elder Zheng said.
"Let's go to Guangzhi's room to check again." After reminding Mo Wuji, Zheng Changang said again.
A group of people fell into the room where Guangzhi was again. Guangting, who was following the crowd, finally couldn't help but said, "Guangzhi was killed just by twenty kilograms of high-quality green rice. Mo Wuji planted a bunch of green rice."
Lumi, why are you okay?"
Zheng Changang glanced at Guang Ting and said calmly, "Guang Ting, I understand your mood. Twenty kilograms of green dew rice on Guang Zhi's body was leaked, which led to a fatal disaster. From this aspect, you and I
They are all suspects, because we only knew about it. And Mo Wuji planted a bunch of high-grade green dew rice, and a few people knew about it. Besides, I am sure that Mo Wuji didn't have much high-grade green dew rice on him.
Mo Wuji planted a total of one plot of land. Even if this plot of land was all top-grade Qinglu rice, how much would he be able to harvest? According to my investigation, he previously traded twenty-five kilograms to the disciples of the sect, and then paid
He gave twenty kilograms to Guangzhi, and Hall Master Huo and I also got a few kilograms from him. In total, it’s more than fifty kilograms. Guangting, how much green dew rice do you think a farm can produce at most?"
Another elder also echoed, "I agree with what Elder Zheng said. Even if the visitor knew that Mo Wuji had Qinglu rice, he would not touch Mo Wuji. First, he triggered the alarm and snatched two rice from Guangzhi.
After ten pounds of green dew rice, it should be too late to move Mo Wuji's protective formation. Secondly, he should have guessed that even if Mo Wuji has some green dew rice, he doesn't have much green dew rice."
A flash of lightning flashed across Guangting's heart. He remembered what Guangzhi had said to him before. Guangzhi suspected that the yield of green dew rice in Mo Wuji's land was so amazing that even Guangzhi couldn't believe it. But at that time, he
I just didn't care about it. Now that I think about it, Guangzhi can't believe it. How much is it? What if the yield of green dew rice in Mo Wuji's field really exceeds fifty kilograms?
(I was very depressed today. I had coded this chapter in the morning, and then I took my computer out for a trip in the evening. When I turned on the computer again, this chapter became garbled for no reason. After I restarted, there was nothing.
I coded it again, this is the second time something like this has happened. Lan Shou.)