"There are mountains and seas ahead, so be careful."
The monk surnamed Zheng put away the green boat and landed it on a rock. Then he held up a long blue sword and said in a deep voice.
At this time, everyone else also offered their magical weapons.
Among the six people in the group, Hong Ming sacrificed a yellow flying sword, a medium-grade magic weapon, while the female cultivator surnamed He sacrificed a green wooden stick, with water shining on the wooden stick, hovering above her head.
The monk surnamed Wei was the most arrogant, offering a golden long sword. The spiritual power on the long sword condensed into sword energy, and it breathed out golden sword light, which was dazzling.
The female cultivator surnamed Zhang held up a yellow turtle shell shield and guarded it around her body.
The last monk surnamed Li held a sledgehammer in his hand and stood neatly. However, the yellow light and flames shining from the latter's body showed how extraordinary this monk surnamed Li was.
In the middle stage of Qi training, monks generally have limited spiritual consciousness and spiritual power, and can only sacrifice two medium-grade magic weapons. However, if they do this, the control will not be as satisfactory, and the speed of spiritual power consumption will be greatly increased.
Therefore, few people will do this unless it is time to fight.
"Unexpectedly, Fellow Daoist Hong, he actually has a medium-grade magic weapon."
The monk surnamed Zheng said quite unexpectedly.
The female cultivator surnamed He next to her also looked surprised.
The price of a medium-grade magic weapon exceeds one hundred and fifty spiritual stones. Most monks have exhausted all their spiritual stones when they first break through the middle stage of Qi training. How can they have any left to purchase the magic weapons and elixirs needed in the middle stage of Qi training?
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"Hmph, it's just a flying sword with earth attributes, and I don't understand sword energy, how powerful can it be!"
The monk surnamed Wei next to him saw the look of the female monk surnamed He and made a very rude comment.
Hong Ming's eyes darkened slightly and he remained silent.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
The others seemed not to have heard what the monk surnamed Wei said and did not express any opinions.
"Okay, everyone, follow me and prepare to set off. Daoyou He and Daoyou Zhang are in the middle of the four of us, Daoyou Wei is on the right, Daoyou Li is at the end, and Daoist Hong is on the left. How about that?"
The monk surnamed Zhang made the distribution, and everyone had no objections.
The six people have a clear division of labor and distinct characteristics. The arrangement of the monk surnamed Zheng is absolutely no problem.
The group was ready to set off.
Although you can't rely on spiritual power to fly in the air during the Qi training period, you can still glide in the air in a short period of time. This mountainous and sea area is full of hills and mountains. Every few hundred meters, there are sections of rocks protruding from the water, and some rocks are even taller.
It is dozens of feet high, forming a small island.
The six people were cautiously on guard and soon arrived on a hill.
"Okay, let's stay here!"
The monk surnamed Zheng stood on a rising hill, looked around, and showed a trace of satisfaction:
"The vegetation in this place is lush, and there must be scattered spiritual veins under the ground, and there must be monsters gathering there. I'll go down and lure the monsters up later, and then we can all take action together."
The monk surnamed Zheng said.
Everyone else nodded.
Except for Hong Ming, this is not the first time for everyone else to work together and they are very familiar with each other.
Hong Mingji took off his sword and was cautiously on guard.
At this time, Hong Ming suddenly regretted not buying a defensive magic weapon. If he encountered a monster attack, he could only evade it in a hurry.
After the monk surnamed Zheng finished speaking, his body was surrounded by cyan light, entered the water, and disappeared.
On the hill, the monk surnamed Zhang took out two formation disks and put them down to arrange the formation.
After finishing the arrangement, the female cultivator named Zhang hesitated for a moment and said:
"Fellow Daoist Hong, this is your first time to go out hunting, and your cultivation level is a little low. Why not come to the formation first? With the formation defense, it will be much safer."
When Hong Ming heard this, he hesitated slightly and said, "Thank you, Taoist friend Zhang."
Entering the coverage area of the formation, Hong Ming felt a little relieved.
The five people stood separately and waited quietly.
After half a stick of incense, the figure of the monk surnamed Zheng rushed out, followed by a buffalo about one foot long. As soon as the buffalo came out of the water, he felt something was wrong.
But the next moment, the branch in the hand of the female cultivator surnamed He quickly flew over and turned into a green vine more than two feet long, binding the two hind limbs of the buffalo. The female cultivator surnamed Zhang activated the formation.
A burst of blue light flashed above the plate, and a curtain appeared to surround the buffalo.
"kill!"
No one hesitated at this moment. The cyan flying knife of the monk surnamed Zheng quickly passed through and slashed towards the buffalo.
The golden long sword of the monk surnamed Wei roared across, and the sword blade was filled with sword energy, killing the smashing cow.
The monk surnamed Li was even more arrogant. Yellow and red lights flashed across his body, and he wielded a sledgehammer and directly fought with the buffalo meat.
When Hong Ming saw this, he did not hesitate and controlled the flying sword to poke the buffalo in the eye.
The six people worked together, and the female cultivators surnamed He and Zhang were besieged, and the remaining four killed the enemy.
The second-level monster had no resistance at all. It took only half a stick of incense to kill it, and its body was torn into several halves, with its flesh and blood scattered all over the floor.
"Fellow Daoist Hong, go and collect some elixirs from the bottom of the water. There are some water cloud grasses around the buffalo's lair, which are also worth hundreds of spiritual stones!" The monk surnamed Zheng ordered with a smile.
In this battle, Hong Ming contributed the least effort and consumed the least spiritual energy.
Coupled with his low cultivation level, he is naturally suitable for things like cleaning the battlefield.
Hong Ming nodded, and the blue light on his body flashed and entered the water.
The sea water is not deep, and this is not the first time Hong Ming has dived underwater, but he is still a little uneasy when he is alone in the depths of the water.
He carefully dived into the water. The water pressure around him was getting higher and higher. The spiritual shield around Hong Ming was also squeezed hard, and more and more spiritual energy was consumed.
Finally, Hong Ming came to a cave underground.
The cave is not deep and clean. When Hong Ming walked into the cave, he could feel the scent of buffaloes all around.
On one side of the cave, there is a piece of gray soil, which exudes a faint aura, and on this soil, there is a piece of blue elixir.
"Water cloud grass!"
Hong Ming recognized it immediately.
This elixir is not tall, with only three or four leaves. Each leaf has blue patterns on it, which looks like clouds. The clouds are still moving from time to time.
Very much like clouds in the sky.
"Twenty-two beads of water cloud grass, but unfortunately there are only eight above three leaves, including two with four leaves and one with five leaves." Hong Ming sighed with a look on his face.
The water cloud grass itself has two leaves, and one leaf grows every fifty years.
In other words, most of these elixirs are fifty years old and are not very valuable. Only Siye's hundred-year-old medicine is worth fifty or sixty spiritual stones, while Wuye's one hundred and fifty-year-old medicine is worth fifty or sixty spiritual stones.
One hundred, fifty and sixty spiritual stones.
Carefully digging up the elixir from the roots, Hong Ming suddenly revealed a strange color in his eyes with the soil on the ground.