Liu Ming glanced at the unconscious fair-skinned young man at his feet and sighed.
The fights between cultivators were indeed very different from other fights he had experienced before. What seemed like a simple ice pick attack would suddenly undergo unexpected changes.
And the other party was just a mid-term spiritual disciple who didn't seem to have practiced many secret arts.
If it were another spiritual disciple who had been practicing for longer, or who had learned more profound magic and secret techniques, wouldn't it be even more difficult for him to deal with it?
Liu Ming thought this in his mind, and after moving his shoulders a little, he began to check the things on the three people on the ground unceremoniously.
After some careful searching, he obtained three talismans, more than thirty spiritual stones, a bottle and a half of Bigu Pill, and some messy materials, including things similar to medicinal herbs and some unknown animal bones.
Liu Ming packed all these things together, put them over his shoulder, and flew into the air in the direction of the Barbarian Ghost Sect.
Half a day later, when he entered the second floor of the sect's deacon hall again, there were already many people bustling in the hall, but less than half of them were crowded in front of the crystal tablet announcing the mission, pointing and talking about something.
Liu Ming couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw this, but he didn't rush over, but walked to the stone platform on the other side.
Place the fish basket on the stone platform.
A middle-aged deacon immediately took a look inside, nodded in approval and said:
"Yes, it is indeed the Eaglebill. Although Junior Brother Bai is young, he has completed a lot of tasks recently. I am optimistic about Junior Brother and will work harder in the future."
As the middle-aged deacon spoke, he took the nameplate handed over by Liu Ming with unusual proficiency, raised a golden stick upward, and threw out a small cloth bag filled with spiritual stones.
"Thank you for your kind words, senior brother. By the way, what new tasks have appeared recently? Why are so many senior brothers gathered there?" Liu Ming picked up the nameplate and cloth bag and asked with a smile.
"Haha, Master Zhang from the Poison Spirit lineage needs a few disciples to watch the furnace. I won't say how much they contribute, but the additional reward is that they are willing to give advice on alchemy, so many people are tempted. After all, Master Zhang is our Barbarian Ghost Sect.
If I can really learn a thing or two about alchemy from the No. 1 alchemist, I am afraid that I will benefit from it throughout my life. But I have to really satisfy Master Zhang!" Hearing this, the middle-aged deacon said with a hehe, but his face was filled with confusion.
There was an obvious look of disapproval.
"Senior brother, is there some mystery behind this?" Liu Ming asked with a sudden move in his heart after hearing this.
"Haha, junior brother, can you look back and see who are the disciples who are preparing to take over the mission?" the middle-aged deacon said with a slight smile.
Liu Ming was naturally a little surprised after hearing this, and couldn't help but look back.
After a while, he couldn't help showing a hint of surprise, but the middle-aged deacon continued calmly:
"Master Zhang has issued similar tasks several times before. I don't know how many disciples have accepted the tasks, but no one has ever actually completed them. Those disciples who accepted the tasks were scolded by Master Zhang except for being scolded like a bloody nozzle and
After wasting several months, they all gained nothing from alchemy. So when this task came up later, the older disciples completely ignored it. Haha, only these younger ones
Only those junior fellow apprentices who still have the hope of becoming alchemists are willing to give it a try."
"That's it. Thank you senior brother for your advice." Liu Ming suddenly realized.
Although the other party didn't say much, he could clearly tell that this "Uncle Zhang" from the Poison Spirit lineage was not easy to serve, so he naturally gave up the idea of taking on this task.
It's okay to fail, but it's really not worth it to him if he wastes a few months.
Of course, he already knew from some people that alchemists, formation masters, spiritual plants, spiritual beast masters, qi refiners and other special skills are very popular in the world of cultivation, especially the rarest alchemy among them.
A teacher is almost indispensable for a sect.
However, deep down in his heart, he was still quite interested in the alchemist.
After all, if he were an alchemist himself, the green-haired giant rat meat he obtained last time could be made into elixirs, which would have the greatest effect.
With this thought in his mind, Liu Ming turned around and left the stone platform, but when he passed the crystal monument, he paused slightly and glanced upwards, and quickly found the mission issued by Uncle Zhang.
Sure enough, as the middle-aged deacon said, a disciple of Furnace Fire for three months can get one hundred contribution points and get guidance on alchemy. But there is another one in the end. If he does not get the satisfaction and approval of Master Zhang,
No remuneration will be paid.
Liu Ming grinned, and immediately left the second floor hall without stopping, walked out of the deacon hall, and flew towards his residence.
In the next two months, Liu Ming never left Jiuying Mountain and devoted himself to practicing the Nether Bone Art at his residence.
On this day, Liu Ming, who was practicing in the house, suddenly felt a lightness in his body, and a feeling that made his heart and soul tremble surged out from his Dantian. He immediately couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a long roar.
The whistling sound was extremely thick and continuous, like a huge wave. It lasted for half a cup of tea before finally stopping.
At this time, Liu Ming looked around his whole body with a look of surprise on his face, and felt the extremely abundant mana in his body.
He has surprisingly reached the second level of Nether Bone Art and has become a mid-level spiritual disciple.
At the same time, in a certain hall on the top of Jiuying Mountain, a middle-aged Confucian scholar heard the faint whistling coming from outside the hall and suddenly stopped. He immediately smiled at the man with loose hair sitting cross-legged opposite and said:
"Listening to the intensity of the whistling, it seems that one of my disciples has succeeded in the middle stage of advancement. This is a gratifying thing. Maybe this is a sign that what we are discussing will be smooth sailing."
"I hope so. No one thought that this convenient move back then would bring such a God-given opportunity to this lineage. But the more this happens, the more unwilling those two old guys are to fulfill the contract.
." Zhu Chi heard this and replied with a wry smile.
"Humph, unless they really don't want Jiuqianshan's face, they took the initiative to bring this matter up in the first place. If they regret it now, I would like to see how these two old guys speak." They also sat cross-legged.
Taoist nun surnamed Zhong on the side heard this and immediately said with eyebrows raised.
"Repent directly? The two of them are also famous spiritual masters for many years, and they can't do such a thing. But if they put forward other conditions for the distribution method, we can't refuse them outright." Zhu Chi replied slowly.
road.
"Why, Junior Brother Zhu, what news have you received?" Gui Ruquan asked with a focused gaze after hearing this.
"Well, I just received a letter from a disciple of Jiuqiao Mountain before I came here. Senior brother Gui and junior sister Zhong might as well take a look at it." Zhu Chi said with a sigh, then turned over with one hand and suddenly took out a
A light yellow leather scroll came and was given to the Confucian scholar first.
After Gui Ruquan grabbed it, he quickly unfolded it and took a closer look.
As a result, he only looked at it for a moment, and his face couldn't help but darken.
Taoist nun surnamed Zhong was a little surprised when she saw this scene.
"Junior sister, you should also take a look." The Confucian scholar finally handed the leather scroll to the Taoist nun, and closed his eyes to think about something.
"What, they actually asked for a battle to distribute the spiritual fruits, and only new disciples who have been practicing for less than three years can participate in the competition. Isn't this bullying our new disciples who have only practiced for a short time? Besides, Jiuqiao Mountain has always been famous for its puppetry.
Zong, as long as the disciples can have one or two powerful puppets, their strength will naturally increase immediately. How can our disciples compete with them!" After reading the letter, Taoist Aunt Zhong became furious.
"But these spiritual fruit trees are already under their control. And as far as I know, the new disciples of Jiuqiao Mountain are only one year ahead of us. They also promised that the disciples participating in the competition will never use third-level puppets or above. We
It's hard to refuse completely." Zhu Chi said.
"But this time we have only five new disciples in total. Among them, only Xiao Feng has just advanced to the middle stage of spiritual disciples. How can the other ones fight with each other?" Taoist nun surnamed Zhong said anxiously.
When Zhu Chi heard this, he also frowned.
"Humph, since it is the condition they proposed, there is room for bargaining. It is absolutely impossible to compete with them all in five games, so just reply and say that we will compete in three games. In this case, no matter how bad we are, we can still hope to get three points.
One of the spiritual fruits." Gui Ruquan finally opened his eyes and said with a snort.
"Competing three games? This is a good idea! With Feng'er's strength, we are at least 70-80% sure of winning one game." Hearing this, Zhu Chi showed a hint of joy.
"But what about the other two games? Who should we send? Why don't we just give up like this?" Taoist nun surnamed Zhong said still unwillingly.
"Are there two left? Yu Cheng has been practicing very hard recently, let's count him as one. As for the other one, wasn't the disciple named Bai Congtian already an early-stage spiritual disciple half a year ago?
His mana has also increased a bit, and his experience in competing with others is pretty good, so count him in. Even if they both lose, it doesn't matter. If one of them is lucky enough to win, we will make a lot of money.
." Gui Ruquan made a decision after thinking about it for a while.
Zhu Chi nodded repeatedly when he heard the words. Taoist nun surnamed Zhong thought about it for a while and could only reluctantly agree.
So after the three of them discussed it for a while, Gui Ruquan immediately took out a blank leather scroll, quickly wrote a reply, summoned a disciple to come in, and delivered it to him.
A moment later, a gray cloud flew out from Jiuying Mountain, directly left the gate of Mangui Sect and flew in a certain direction.
Half a month later, Liu Ming, who was beginning to learn about spiritualism in the house, suddenly heard a loud man's voice coming from outside the house:
"Junior Brother Bai, are you here? In the name of Master, I come to see you and go up the mountain."
The voice that spoke was clearly that of Ishikawa.
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