"Okay, they have all left. Don't take this thing out easily in the future, your cultivation level is too low." Senior Brother Hao Ren returned the middle-grade iron hammer-shaped magic weapon to Li Qingtong.
"No, no...Senior brother, listen to me. I sincerely offer this to you to repay senior brother for taking care of me." Li Qingtong pushed the medium-grade magic weapon back to Hao Ren with an eager look.
in hand.
"This...Okay! We'll talk about it later when we get back." Senior Brother Hao Ren reluctantly accepted it for the time being. The monks outside who were not walking fast enough saw this scene and suddenly sped up.
With Senior Brother Hao Ren personally guiding him, Li Qingtong's return to the new disciple's camp was smooth sailing.
He looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, but a warm feeling of home after wandering appeared in his heart.
Different from when I left three months ago, the new disciples’ residence now seems even less popular.
Li Qingtong can feel the small spiritual energy whirlpools in this area through the spiritual tripod. This is a new disciple who is working hard.
Compared to before March, these new disciples are much more patient and work harder.
Because the magical spirit cauldron not only initially sensed that these monks were in a state of cultivation, it was also able to determine that 99% of these young men were circulating within the Little Zhoutian.
"Hahaha... Junior brother has made great progress in these three months, and even his mind has become more stable." Senior brother Hao Ren can sense Li Qingtong's current true cultivation level, twenty spiritual threads!
Although this level of cultivation was still at the bottom among all the new disciples, he was already very surprised.
"My little brother is so stupid that I am making my senior brother laugh." At this moment, the two of them had arrived at the residence of Hao Ren, the preacher brother.
What's rare is that Hao Ren, a monk who has completed his Qi refining period, shows some concern for Li Qingtong, a cute young man who has just started practicing.
Give Li Qingtong a pot of spiritual tea that is difficult for ordinary monks in the Qi Refining Stage to enjoy.
The latter immediately understood that the preacher brother in front of him was a rare and generous person among monks.
Most monks would be reluctant to drink a pot of spiritual tea worth several spiritual stones, let alone a little guy with a low level of cultivation.
"My generation of monks are overcoming obstacles and walking on the road that violates the rules of heaven and earth. Anything can happen. Qualification, understanding, perseverance, chance, and luck are all factors that can change the lives of many monks. I hope that my junior brother will not give up on himself. As long as he is quiet.
Make up your mind and practice hard... you may not have a chance to try to build the foundation!" After saying this, Senior Brother Hao Ren already sighed, it took a long time for him to reach the peak of the late Qi refining stage.
But the bottleneck in this foundation-building period was like a mountain blocking his way to the sky.
Not even a gap is left for him!
And there are tens of thousands of monks like him in the first-class cultivator forces and second-class cultivator forces under the entire Butian Dao Sect!
Small sects and small families in the outside world need ten times more Foundation-Building Immortal Fate!
There are too many monks but too little porridge.
There are more wolves and less meat.
I can't help but Senior Brother Hao Ren sighed.
"My little brother, keep your senior brother's words in mind, and you must work harder to practice in the future!" Li Qingtong stood up and bowed to senior brother Hao Ren.
"Well, Junior Brother has the most calm mind among many young people. He has laid a solid foundation for cultivation, so I can rest assured. There are some things here for you to use." Senior Brother Hao Ren placed them directly on the table between the two of them.
It is full of things, from grains and fruits consumed by some low-level monks to some low-level spiritual wines and spiritual teas.
There are many types, but the quantity is not large. If you add them all together, Li Qingtong instantly estimates that they can be exchanged for seventy or eighty spiritual stones.
This is already a huge fortune.
For new disciples who have just started, especially those who have no power to rely on, this is a huge sum of money!
I don't see any monks in the late Qi refining stage doing tasks for the sect, and the quota for the whole year is only thirty or fifty spiritual stones.
"This is impossible!" Li Qingtong quickly refused as if he was taken aback.
"After all, senior brother got an advantage. The value of a medium-grade magic weapon will not be less than a hundred spirit stones. The total of these things is only between ten spirit stones. You can take it with confidence. If not, the value of this magic weapon is
Brother, you can't accept it." Senior Brother Hao Ren said it sincerely, and a junior in the Qi Refining Stage would have been really moved by him.
Li Qingtong was also very 'touched'. He held back his tears of gratitude and wrapped up the various items, which together probably weighed more than a hundred kilograms, and stood up to say goodbye.
"Being able to exchange the sundries given by the new disciples for a mid-grade magic weapon, the Mountain Breaker... That's a lot of money! What an incredible little guy with such good luck." After Li Qingtong left, Senior Brother Hao Ren put down his words.
I couldn't wait to take out the mountain hammer and play with it carefully.
He also has three medium-grade magical instruments.
These three middle-grade magical artifacts are where most of his wealth lies, but there is still a difference between mid-grade magical artifacts and middle-grade magical artifacts.
This mountain-breaking hammer is full of materials and has superb refining methods. What’s even more rare is that this thing is an explosive magical weapon.
The critical moment is a sharp magic weapon that can change the situation. Otherwise, how could those fellow monks find a way to seize it despite the risk of punishment according to the sect rules?
Therefore, this mountain-breaking hammer is a rare species, and the price of an ordinary mid-grade magic weapon cannot be applied to it.
After three months of absence, Li Qingtong once again returned to his temporary stone house.
After closing the door and house, Li Qingtong began to take a deep sleep.
Although this journey has been full of rewards, and he has been able to encounter and gain opportunities that would be unimaginable for monks in the foundation building stage and even real people at the elixir formation stage, Li Qingtong is not at ease.
After he completely settled down, he fell asleep without even counting the supplies he had received from Senior Brother Hao Ren.
It's a pity that I can't feel peaceful even in my sleep.
The Lingding Cauldron had reached a critical moment in refining the turtle's shadow. At this time, the newly promoted monk in the foundation-building stage who had obtained the training place of his ancestors was performing secret techniques in the newly opened cave.
A piece of tortoise shell the size of a palm, full of traces of time, was held in his hand.
Drop after drop of natal essence and blood fell into the mottled cracks on the tortoise shell.
A surprising scene happened.
The nearly smoothed tortoise shell texture began to become clear, and ghostly symbols-like patterns that were different from any text in the current world of cultivation emerged one by one.
The spellcasting methods used by monks in the foundation-building stage took a great toll on their bodies, but he didn't care at all.
More and more life essence and blood are poured into the tortoise shell, and the already unstable cultivation realm of the monks in the foundation-building stage has begun to show signs of collapse.
The ferocious-looking Foundation Stage monk bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of the purest life essence blood on the tortoise shell.