Of course, Yu Wenhui did not forget to use the fierce general character card first to share the task with the Qingzhu old man character card.
This kind of shared tasks is not without limitations. Most native taskers have a maximum sharing limit of 99 times, and occasionally 999 times. A few extremely precious tasks even have a single-digit sharing limit. There are even some tasks that only native taskers can share, and secondary tasks can only be shared by native taskers.
Players cannot share with others
The upper limit of sharing the task of becoming a disciple of Qingyang Palace is nine times. This shows how precious this task is and there is no restriction on sharing it twice. When Meng gets the character card, this task can be shared once. If Yu Wenhui shares it with Old Qingzhu, this task is full.
, it can no longer be shared.
Otherwise, Yu Wenhui could share all the character cards at hand once.
He is so unruly!
Yu Wenhui was walking on a tree-lined path, feeling indescribably relaxed. He had already made plans to save Wang Wenjing, and his cultivation level continued to improve by leaps and bounds. Although there was a slight problem in real life, and he was actually being hunted down.
But he thought that with Zhang Yuxin as his "right-hand man", he would be able to break through the predicament sooner or later, and at worst, the whole family would immigrate abroad.
This is the first time since Yu Wenhui became a full-time Martial God that his mind is calm and his whole body is relaxed. He has long forgotten that he didn't want to play this game at all and was very resistant to the full-time Martial God.
"It's a pity that there are no good buyers, otherwise these character cards and martial arts cards I have are enough to make me a billionaire." Yu Wenhui thought in his heart, while casually pulling out a jade jade bamboo and turning it into a green jade stick.
Ying’s bamboo sword!
Two Taoist priests from Qingyang Palace came side by side on the mountain road. When they saw Yu Wenhui, they immediately secretly alerted themselves. Yu Wenhui had already revealed his weapon. How could they not be alert?
These two Taoist priests are very young, but they are agile and have extraordinary martial arts skills. They each have a long sword behind their backs. They are obviously skilled in the swordsmanship of Qingyang Palace.
Yu Wenhui burst into laughter. In fact, he had no other intention. He just wanted to test the magic of turning bamboo into soldiers, but he inadvertently affected the two Taoist priests. He shouted leisurely: "You two little Taoist friends, I don't mean any harm, I just want to see you."
The bones are so pure that I am willing to give you a bamboo sword as a gift."
The two Qingyang Palace Taoist priests showed vigilance and refused to take the bamboo sword handed over by Yu Wenhui. They shouted together: "We have the green steel sword passed down by our master, so why do we need a bamboo sword?"
Yu Wenhui smiled unconsciously. He didn't really want to give the sword as a gift, but he just wanted to establish a relationship so that he could activate the task of becoming a disciple of Qingyang Palace. These two were so vigilant and at war with each other. It was not easy to handle. He also
Not being a good communicator, I could only smile bitterly in my heart for a while, and prepared to find someone else to activate the apprenticeship mission.
The three of them passed by each other. When the two Taoist priests from Qingyang Palace saw that he didn't make a move, they stopped arguing and walked away side by side.
Yu Wenhui walked further into the mountains. Jiuxiao Cave was actually not a cave, but an underground labyrinth-like world composed of countless caves. There were countless demons lurking in it. Even the Taoist priests of Qingyang Palace were often damaged inside, unless they were
The elders of Qingyang Palace and few disciples of Qingyang Palace come here alone.
Yu Wenhui did not choose the way the two Taoist priests came. Since they were coming from that direction, they must not be in danger, so he changed to a more remote path. After walking not far, he saw a narrow cave entrance.
The entrance to the cave was so narrow that Yu Wenhui had to bend his waist to get in. He hesitated and tried to walk a few steps inside. After hundreds of meters, it was still like a sheep intestine, and he couldn't raise his head in many places.
In such a terrain, even Yu Wenhui's martial arts would be extremely difficult to display. He hesitated for a moment, and was about to exit and change to another cave entrance. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, and a white-scaled python was meandering towards the other end of the cave entrance.
When I saw him, I sped up.
In a place like this, Yu Wenhui couldn't use his Qinggong. He could only make a slight circle with his bamboo sword, take a few steps ahead of him, and point at the white python's forehead.
If the white-scaled python coiled around him, he would not be able to struggle. At this time, a head-on attack would be the right choice.
This white-scaled python did not play its cards rightly. It shrank and stopped on the spot. Then it opened its mouth wide and sprayed out a stream of white mist.
Even if he had little experience in dealing with monsters, Yu Wenhui could guess that the white mist spewed by this white-scaled python was not easy to deal with and must contain highly poisonous substances. How could he dare to get involved in it?
He hurriedly struck out with his palm, blocking the white mist. The white-scaled python also opened its mouth and sprayed continuously. The white mist and the strength of the palm were locked in a stalemate in the air, and they actually pushed against each other for a moment, just like martial arts masters competing for internal strength.
Yu Wenhui was surprised. He vaguely felt that this white mist had a cold air, which was slightly different from the ordinary internal energy, but the essence was the same. This was a monster that knew martial arts.
His heart was spinning, and Yu Wenhui threw the bamboo sword in his hand without saying a word. The bamboo sword containing the true energy of green bamboo flew like lightning and broke into the white mist. The white python had to rush the white mist twice.
, then he held the bamboo sword against it.
The bamboo sword that fell into the white mist suddenly developed black spots, but soon withered into slag. It was obvious that the white mist was extremely poisonous.
However, the white python did not expect that after Yu Wenhui flew out a bamboo sword, he took out a green jade bamboo from his sleeve, shook it in the wind, turned into a second bamboo sword, and threw it out again.
The white python sprayed two mouthfuls of white mist. At this time, it was unable to hold on, and the bamboo sword passed through the white mist and was shot in the forehead. The bamboo sword, which contained the true energy of green bamboo and was as sharp as gold and iron, penetrated the white python's head.
The white python has a very long temper and is actually not dead yet. It suddenly curls up and shrinks, sprays a mouthful of white mist, turns around and runs away.
Yu Wenhui did not dare to pursue him. After all, the white mist was too poisonous and he was worried that he would be poisoned. He just increased his palm strength, pushed the white mist away, turned around and left.
After coming out of the cave, he found the direction and walked to the northeast.
In the system of the full-time Martial God, there is an introduction to Jiuxiao Cave. Because Qingyang Palace disciples often come here to kill demons, there are also many players here, and the information is more detailed than that of Huayue Mountain.
The entrance of the cave chosen by Yu Wenhui was considered a lively place. He climbed over a ridge and saw more than a dozen players besieging a monster.
This monster is also a white-scaled python. It sprays white mist from its mouth to protect its whole body, and it fights bitterly with all the players.
These players were obviously not all in the same group. They were divided into four groups, and their cooperation was not close. When Yu Wenhui appeared, a player glanced at him and was distracted for a moment. He was caught by the white-scaled python and swallowed him alive.
The other players had no time to rescue them, so they could only step up their attacks.
Yu Wenhui was also slightly surprised. This white-scaled python was obviously not the one just now. It was slightly larger and fatter, and was seven or eight meters long.
This demonic beast was entrenched like a hill, spewing out white mist, and had some faint tricks. The white mist was highly poisonous and cunning, so these players could not gain the upper hand.