The sky was bright, and on the lush old trees on the side of the ancient fairy temple, the magpies were chirping happily. In the empty west hall, the little mud boy swayed his blue fish tail and circled around the seated empress, with a smile on his face.
The smile was obviously impatient and flattering: "Thank you for your hard work, Ni'er. I'll help you hold the purple snail tower. Why don't you give me a pat on your shoulder? I've been worried these days, for fear of something going wrong. Just return safely. That old man
The dragon didn’t create a moth, right?”
Yang Shuilan couldn't help but feel annoyed. Before she took a sip of the tea, she wiped her palm on the top of the Purple Snail Tower.
A stream of sparkling water swirled out from the tower, fell to the ground in the hall and spread out all the items. Gently and softly, the water shimmered away, leaving behind a dazzling array of spiritual herbs, residual treasures, materials, etc.
Little Ni'er cheered, opened his hands, and looked like a fish swimming above the claw-like roots and fruits with spikes and flat scales. He stretched out his nose and sniffed out the traces of dragon aura, and his eyes burned with the light of wealth.
I wish I could put all the treasures into her pocket.
It smelled so good that she was so intoxicated that she wanted to sleep and roll on the ambergris and spiritual grass.
"There are fifty-eight dragon claw grasses in total, eight of which are more than two thousand years old, twenty-two of which are one thousand years old, and six seedlings that are less than a hundred years old. That bastard dragon is making up the numbers, and there are two dragon scale fruits.
Fifteen stones have different ages, and there are more than a hundred ambergris, large and small."
You Meng Chang counted clearly and told Guanzhu Zhang the required number. It was too much and he was too lazy to refine it, so he asked Guanzhu Zhang to pick out two mottled gray-black fragments from the pile of tattered materials and said through the voice: "That was originally a
For the ghost cultivation magic weapon, I refined it again and reluctantly used it."
Yang Shuilan stood up and picked up Little Ni'er, a financial fan, in her hand and held it horizontally. She laughed and said, "It's not because you are in a hurry to make a joke," and made a gesture of greeting to Tu Kun.
Zhang Wenfeng collected the two mottled fragments in advance, and Tu Kun and Yang Shuilan discussed how to divide them equally while the others sat drinking tea and chatting.
After dividing the treasures, they chatted for a while and then dispersed.
Jian Zijin handed over his share of materials and residual treasures to the mountain chief who walked in. He kept the spiritual grass and ambergris, but Xiao Ni'er pulled them away.
The mountain chief handed a file to the visitor and said: "The Taoist Supervisor sent a message yesterday that there is civil unrest in Qianxi Island and our Da'an will send people to quell the rebellion. Please reply after you leave the customs."
Zhang Guanzhu flipped through the files, and he basically knew the information sent by the Taoist Supervisor on a routine basis. Da'an, like other surrounding kingdoms, would send a golden elixir master to lead the team, and thirty Free Realm monks would go out. What did the Taoist Supervisor and the Great Heavenly Master mean?
This is an instruction from Chen Qingqiao.
Zhang Wenfeng had no objection, so he took out his flying sword and recited a few words silently before replying to the Taoist Supervisor of the capital city.
He was happy to hide and relax, and Chen Qingqiao was the perfect leader to lead the team. He was exquisite in all directions and had superb skills. Returning to the back mountain cave, You Meng showed his figure, took the fragments of the pile and some dragon claw grass, dragon scale fruit, ambergris, and said
: "You are so busy, it will take several years to refine it."
Zhang Guanzhu smiled and said: "He who is able can do more work. What auxiliary medicine is needed? Mr. You, use the array device to open the last treasure house and get it yourself." He then asked: "How did the dragon soul in Zhenlong Cave escape me from activating the dragon chain?
As for attacking, please ask Mr. You for advice."
He thought about it all the way, but still couldn't figure it out.
You Mengchang put away the spiritual grass and ambergris, rubbed the gray and black fragments, and said without raising his head: "It's a little trick of grafting flowers onto the tree. Your attack is too single. After the dragon soul has figured out the pattern, it can create a skeleton puppet and it can take on the responsibility."
Most of the attacks, or other methods he uses, should be similar.
…
"Is there a way to solve it?"
"It's very simple. You can find out how to chant other scriptures to generate telekinesis and activate new attack methods of the dragon chain. The two methods attack alternately. You can also invite Confucian or Buddhist cultivators to activate another dragon chain attack. In short, don't be too single.
, the dragon soul can only suffer the wear and tear, or fall into a deep sleep to resist.
The fragments in You Mengchang's hands slowly melted into his body, and he casually gave two methods.
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, both methods were difficult for him to achieve. For the time being, he remembered that the underwater entrance to the Zhenlong Cave was blocked by Yang Shuilan and the Earth Protector. He would not be able to enter again for decades. In the end, he would not be able to enter again.
It's better not to enter from now on.
You Mengchang stretched out his hand and touched it in the air, and said with a smile: "We still have six strands of dragon soul silk. Don't you want to use dragon claw herbal powder to strengthen your body? I can help you reduce the amount of exercise."
My body aches, please give me these three strands of dragon soul silk in exchange for yours, so that you won’t suffer any loss.”
Zhang Wenfeng felt that it was unreliable to ask Old Man You to keep the soul thread anymore, so he reached out to retrieve three strands, put them directly into the sea of consciousness, placed them under the suppression of the ancient book of phantoms, and said with a smile: "You can't be lazy in cultivation, and you can't work hard.
You Lao is worried."
He knew how precious Dragon Soul Silk was without looking at Old Man You's green eyes.
He had just entered into seclusion and advanced to the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm some time ago. He was not in a hurry to dissolve and absorb the Dragon Soul Silk for the time being, and kept the good stuff first.
Dream Changyang's plan failed, and he waved his hands feebly: "Well, I went out for a walk to see if I could find a few old ghosts that were over five hundred years old. I'll come back later."
The figure jumped into the air and disappeared. He needed to use ghosts as a medium to refine several life-saving means.
Otherwise, I would feel so guilty that I would not dare to run around.
Zhang Wenfeng took off his treasure clothes, inner armor and other treasures, put on a set of ordinary cloth robes, locked up the entire cave, cast a spell to fill the bathtub with 70% water, put in a portion of body-building powder, and stirred evenly with magic power.
He stepped into the huge bathtub in the air.
Good guy, the potion is not so powerful. As he exercises, his whole body gradually turns red, and he feels pain and itching like pins and needles. His body has been cultivated for a long time with Yuan Wen, and the long flow of water is tempering it, which is no better than the same.
The martial arts warriors are tough, but they are not bad at all.
Ordinary second-level and third-level body-building potions have no effect on him.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, his whole body was submerged in the potion, and he sat cross-legged at the bottom of the tub. He silently recited the scriptures and activated his magical power to enter a still state of mind, so as to resist the unbearable pain and exercise.
He was reluctant to use the precious dragon soul silk to ask You Meng to help him relieve the pain of exercise. He had his own way.
Until the medicine was completely absorbed by his body and the water turned turbid and dark red, Zhang Wenfeng slowly stood up from the water, floated out of the tub, used a spell to clean himself, and put on clean clothes.
After moving my hands and feet, I seemed to have lost a few pounds. After the pain, my body felt particularly comfortable. After walking out of the cave, the sun set and the birds returned to the forest.
Walking by the stream and heading east, he heard the sound of "crackling" bamboo swords clashing against each other from a distance above the sword flat. Zhang Wenfeng glanced with his consciousness and happened to see a man who had grown a lot taller but was still dark.
Gouwa, using a specious "vertical sword move", hacked a tall young man until he staggered back seven or eight steps, leaving the competition circle and was defeated.
Four or five little guys cheered.
The three obviously older teenagers on the other side looked very unconvinced.
"Zhang Xuan'an, let's play another game. If you win, take five spiritual energy stones. If you lose, you will only lose two. Do you want to compare?"
It’s a competition, it’s still the same old rules, you are not allowed to use the cultivation level of the Gradient Weakness Realm, you have to push it to the late stage of the Transformation Realm, you are not allowed to pierce your eyes, you are not allowed to..."
Gou Wa had been grudged against the fourth batch of disciples for a long time. He used some small tricks to provoke a few disciples who couldn't calm down to fight with him. Suddenly, he saw the master of the temple walking up the mountain with a warm smile and appearing diagonally opposite.
The guilty-minded Gou Wa almost ran away.
Seeing that he couldn't run away, he quickly put away his bamboo sword and bowed in salute.
Taking advantage of the free time before dinner, the few people who came out to settle personal scores or join in the fun looked nervous and saluted.