Ordinary first-level monsters can understand their master's meaning and express their basic emotions, but it is impossible to express detailed opinions. Even the alcoholic queen bee that has evolved into a blue-backed alcoholic bee can't.
He can only communicate with Qingyang in a relatively simple way, so Qingyang is not afraid that the piebald deer will reveal the existence of the Alcoholic Bee.
The unknown is the scariest thing. Leave a suspense in their hearts so that they can't guess their true trump card, which can better ensure their own safety.
After Ma Yingjiao finished expressing his attitude, he took his spiritual beast, the spotted deer, and walked down the mountain. Ma Hai quickly followed behind. When the two of them gradually disappeared down the mountain, Qingyang turned around and returned to the hut.
At the foot of the mountain, Ma Yingjiao held the piebald deer with a stern face. The atmosphere was extremely dull. Ma Hai finally couldn't help but said: "Cousin, you can just hit me, but how can you make me kneel and kowtow in front of an outsider? This is not a shame.
The face of our entire Ma family?"
Hearing Ma Hai's words, Ma Yingjiao suddenly became furious and said angrily: "You have already humiliated the Ma family, so how could it be my turn to humiliate them? If you hadn't bitten me for a trivial matter,
Man, how did you provoke this guy? It’s just embarrassing for you, and it’s so embarrassing that I risked my face to ask for help. Fortunately, not many people know about this. Otherwise, how can I still hang out in the circle in the future? I don’t know about you either.
What kind of brain does this guy have?"
Ma Hai was sprayed with spitting stars on his face by his cousin, but he didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction. He could only smile awkwardly and said: "I didn't expect this guy to be so powerful, so it didn't hurt him at all."
"Didn't you understand what I just said? What? Do you still think I've humiliated you enough? You want to humiliate me again, don't you?" Ma Yingjiao said angrily.
"He is just a small handyman disciple. Is it possible that a master from the outer courtyard like my cousin is afraid of him?" Ma Hai murmured.
That Ma Yingjiao hated the fact that iron cannot become steel, and said: "Don't give me any provoking skills. If you can scare my spotted deer like this, you must be at least a master in the late stage of Qi training, or even in the foundation building stage. If not, it's possible."
With the support of masters behind him, how can he explain that a handyman disciple with average qualifications can break through to the ninth level of the Kaimai Realm at the age of eighteen or nineteen? Not to mention me, even my grandfather is not willing to offend such a person easily. You usually
Relying on the influence of the Ma family, it’s enough to bully some ordinary disciples, but this time I chose a person with a strong backing, isn’t that a mental illness?”
"Then let this matter go?" Ma Hai said.
"What else can I do? If I see him in the future, hide away." Ma Yingjiao said.
Ma Yingjiao also felt aggrieved. A small handyman disciple actually detained his spiritual beast and asked him to come over to apologize in person. It was really unreasonable. If things were normal, sooner or later, he would look good to him. But think about it, there are people behind this guy secretly.
Support is not easy to offend, so I can only swallow this temporarily and wait until I find out the situation clearly in the future.
Leaving aside what Ma Yingjiao and Ma Hai thought, after sending these two people away, Qingyang had another period of time where he could practice with peace of mind.
The days that followed were the same as the previous two and a half years. He left the care of the spiritual valley to the alcoholic bees. Qingyang himself closed the door every day to thank guests and put aside all distracting thoughts to practice hard. Only when he felt hungry would he
I would get up and get some food to replenish my energy.
In addition to practicing, Qingyang would practice the Concentration Art from time to time to exercise the strength of his spiritual thoughts. Perhaps because he is familiar with it, practicing the Concentration Art is no longer as painful as before.
With the rich spiritual energy around him, combined with a certain amount of elixirs and spiritual stones, as well as the pollen and nectar snatched from the mouths of alcoholic bees, Qingyang's cultivation level improved quickly.
Another half a year has passed, and Qingyang's cultivation has been completely pushed to the peak of the ninth level of the Pulse Opening Realm, reaching the level where he can break through the Qi Refining Stage. Because he often practices Concentration Art and his spiritual thoughts are very strong, Qingyang can
I feel that my realm is very stable and there shouldn't be any big bottlenecks. Maybe I won't even need the Qi Condensing Pill.
But now that the spiritual valley is about to be harvested, the task of guarding has been much more successful than before. The alcoholic bee is a little too busy, and he does not dare to distract himself from improving his cultivation. People from the farming yard may also come to him at any time.
Come here, it is not very safe to improve your cultivation level here. You can only wait until this mission is over, return to your own courtyard and think of ways to break through your cultivation level.
Because the spiritual valley is about to mature, more and more birds, beasts and insects have been stolen during this period. However, with the alcoholic bees swarming around, there is no loophole to take advantage of. In just the past six months, the alcoholic queen bee has caught another one.
Only the forest beasts, two red-eyed rabbits, two mountain rats, a golden pheasant and four or five tailless finches were all skinned and eaten by Qingyang, and the rest were hung under the eaves.
Not only these things, but also many kinds of small insects will also eat the spiritual grain. Their appetite is not very large, but they can add up to a big sum. It is not a small amount. In the past, when others were guarding the spiritual grain,
The losses were mainly in this aspect. But under the protection of the alcoholic bees, these little bugs had nowhere to attack, and almost all those who dared to steal the spiritual valley were killed.
After his spiritual sense became stronger, Qingyang became more and more proficient in controlling the spiritual sword. Now he controls the red flame sword to attack in the air, which is not much worse than the newly promoted monks in the Qi refining stage.
After the true energy is strong, it can support the casting of spells. Qingyang can skillfully cast several common spells. After mastering these simple spells, Qingyang tried to refine talismans and refine them into talismans.
However, he tried many times, and the success rate was never very high. He could barely refine one, and the power was pitiful. It was much worse than the one refined by the divine arrow Li. Maybe he really didn't have much in this regard.
talent.
In half a year, the plants in the Drunken Immortal Gourd have not changed much. The Linggu Lingcao planted in Yuling City has only grown to almost one and a half feet tall.
And the four spiritual seedlings only grew by less than an inch. The only change was that a few buds on the top of the Wannianhong had opened. The flowers were not big, but they looked attractively red, and the fragrance of the flowers was so fragrant that people couldn't help it.
Everyone here wants to smell it more, and even the alcoholic bees are reluctant to leave when they see it.
However, there are still too few Ten Thousand Years of Red flowers to be of much use. It is not enough for Qingyang to try his hand at refining the Beauty Pill and the Life-Extension Pill once or twice, so these Spiritual Flowers cannot be moved at ordinary times.
Respond to alcoholic bees when they have no food.
More than three years ago, Qingyang came into contact with cultivating immortals. Later, he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals because of a pulse-opening pill that his master risked his life to obtain. At that time, after the skills in his body were condensed by the longevity formula, he could only be regarded as a pulse-opening state.
Less than four years have passed since he reached the third level, and his cultivation level has reached the pinnacle of the ninth level of the Pulse Opening Realm.