The sky was bright and magpies were chirping happily on the lush old trees on the side of the ancient fairy temple. In the empty west hall, Xiao Ni'er swung his blue fish tail and circled around the seated empress. The smile on his little face was obviously impatient and flattering: "Thank you for your hard work, Ni'er. Ni'er will help you hold the purple snail tower." ? Why don’t you give your empress a pat on the shoulder? I’ve been on tenterhooks these days, for fear of something going wrong. I just want to return safely. That old dragon didn’t cause any trouble, 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.
Xiao Ni'er cheered, opened her hands, and wandered like a fish above the claw-like roots and fruits with spikes and flat scales. She stretched out her nose and sniffed out the traces of dragon aura, and her 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 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 make a special one. He asked Guanzhu Zhang to pick out two mottled gray-black fragments from the pile of tattered materials and said through a message: "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 Xiao Ni'er, a financial fan, in her hand and held it horizontally. She laughed and said, "It's not because of you that you are so anxious to make a joke," and made a gesture to Tu Kun.
Zhang Wenfeng collected the two mottled fragments in advance, and Tu Kun and Yang Shuilan discussed how to share 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 through the door. He kept the spiritual grass and ambergris and was pulled away by Xiao Ni'er.
The mountain chief handed a file to the visitor and said: "The Taoist Supervisor sent someone to send a message the day before yesterday. There is civil unrest in Qianxi Island and our Da'an will send someone to quell the rebellion. Please reply after you leave."
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-spirited monks would go out. What did the Taoist Supervisor and the Great Heavenly Master mean? This is the advice given to Chen Qingqiao.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't have any objections, so he took out his flying sword and silently recited a few words before replying to the Taoist Supervisor in the capital.
He was happy to hide and relax, and Chen Qingqiao was the perfect person to lead the team, with his exquisite skills and superb skills. After returning to the back cave, You Meng showed his figure, took the fragments of Ban Pi and some dragon claw grass, dragon scale fruit, and ambergris, and said: "I have a busy life, it will take several years to refine it."
Zhang Guanzhu smiled and said: "He who is able can do more work. If you need any auxiliary medicine, Mr. You, use the array device to open the last treasure house and get it for 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 take on the responsibility." Most of the attacks, or other methods he uses, should be similar.
"Is there a way to crack 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 Confucianism or Buddhism 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 hand slowly melted into his body, and he casually gave two methods.
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, and 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 again.
You Mengchang stretched his hand into 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. Give me these three strands of dragon soul silk in exchange for you, so that you won’t suffer any loss. "
Zhang Wenfeng felt that it was unreliable to let Old Man You keep the soul thread anymore, so he stretched out his hand 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 retreated to the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm a while ago, so 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: "Hey, I'm going out for a walk to see if I can find a few old ghosts that are 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 it evenly with magic power. He walked into the huge bathtub in the air.
Good guy, the potion is not that powerful. As he exercises, his whole body gradually turns red, and he feels pain and numbness 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 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, he was completely submerged in the potion. He sat cross-legged at the bottom of the tub, silently reciting scriptures and activating his magical powers to bring him into a still state of mind, in order to resist the unbearable pain of exercising.
He couldn't bear to use the precious dragon soul thread 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, my whole body seemed to have lost a few pounds, and my body felt particularly comfortable after the pain. Walking out of the cave, the sun sets and the birds return to the forest.
Walking eastward by the stream, he heard the sound of "crackling" bamboo swords clashing against each other from a distance above the sword flat. Zhang Wenfeng's consciousness swept away and he happened to see a man who had grown a lot taller but was still dark. The Gouwa used a specious move called "Long Sword Style" to chop a tall young man to the point where he staggered back seven or eight steps and was defeated outside the competition circle.
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 only lose two. Do you want to compare?"
It’s just a matter of 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.
Gou Wa, who was guilty of being a thief, 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.
