Chang Siguo learned a lot of theoretical knowledge about weapon refining in the sect, and watched many masters refining magic weapons. Like his fire bead that was destroyed by the power of the Void Realm, he witnessed it with his own eyes. The entire refining process.
After all, he didn't dare to take out the precious fourth-grade materials to practice his skills. He first used the fourth-grade and lower metals to build his craftsmanship.
More than three months have passed, and he has harvested a crop of ordinary spiritual vegetables that he carefully planted.
They all benefited from the dozens of monks who followed Mai Dali. They took the spiritual vegetables to other sites and sold them in exchange for needed cultivation resources.
Chang Siguo dug up the seedlings of spiritual herbs he met in the mountains and forests on the island and planted them near the black thorn tree demon in the space.
Over the years, the medicinal materials collected have been planted in a large area regardless of the year.
With the black thorn tree demon and the butler You Ji taking care of me, it's very worry-free.
After digging the soil, filling the ground with black mud from bird droppings and rotten leaves, watering and fermenting the ground fertilizer, and a few days later, after transplanting the newly cultivated vegetable seedlings into the ridged ground, Chang Siguo and Mai Dali worked together. Eating melon and chatting in the open shed under the shade of the trees.
The huge watermelons were grown by Mai Dali in the sandy ground. They are huge and delicious.
The sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds gathered, and a strong wind came.
Mai Dali poked his head out to look at the sky between the treetops. He finished the melon in his hands in several mouthfuls, buried the rind in the ground, stood up and said, "There's going to be a big storm soon. Let's wait and patrol the island."
He yelled at the nearby people again and asked his men to quickly pick the ripe vegetables and fruits and keep them in their respective residences.
When a big storm comes, the vegetables will suffer, and there will not be many fruits left that can survive.
Chang Siguo was accustomed to the weather changing at sea. He took a look at the newly planted vegetable seedlings on the ground. They had not taken root yet, so their work was in vain. He packed up his tools and followed Mai Dali to the melon field, putting each one on the ground. Pick the round and ripe watermelon and put it into your own Xumi bag.
Mai Dali farmed the land to practice martial arts, and didn't care too much about who the ordinary harvest would go to in the end.
About a word later, heavy raindrops fell.
The strong wind blew the tree branches whistling, and the sea surface five miles away set off rough waves, hitting the island one after another.
The sky was as dark as the bottom of a pot, with lightning striking in several places and thunder exploding far and near.
Mai Dali ignored the blowing of the unripe watermelon and walked towards the seaside with his bare feet.
The short linen clothes on his body were soaked through, and the straw hat woven with dried coconut leaves was missing. Chang Si thought loudly to the dry and wet body, "Brother, you don't act like a farmer. You need to let go of your cultivation." , let go of the thoughts of a monk, let go of all the aspects of being a human being, and trek through the wind and rain, looking for a chance of instinctive understanding of man and the world."
Seeing Chang Siguo looking at him with doubts, Mai Dali explained loudly in the strong wind, "A long time ago, a senior taught me that my physical training is based on my understanding and breakthrough after trekking for half a night in a heavy storm. So these years, whenever it rains heavily, I won’t stay in the cave, believe it or not, it’s up to you.”
Chang Siguo thought for a moment and then withdrew the protective magic power from his body.
It rained heavily, and in the next breath, he became a drowned rat.
Mai Dali laughed loudly and waved his hand, "When we start walking, brothers should share the hardships and share the hardships."
Chang Siguo seriously suspected that this guy was trying to drag someone along to endure hardship.
He has a fire-attributed physique. How can he feel the opportunities between heaven and earth in strong winds and heavy rains?
He simply took off his boots and walked barefoot on the slippery muddy ground against the wind and rain, as if he was accompanying Mai Dali to go crazy.
The wind was strong enough to lift ordinary people into the sky, and the trees on the coast were broken from time to time.
The heavy rain is like a leak from the sky, making people unable to open their eyes.
Fortunately, the two of them were not ordinary people, so they were able to walk on the muddy ground three miles from the seaside in such a stormy weather along the island.
Walking back and forth on the west end of the island, Chang thought that half of his attention was focused on the thunder in the sky. He was worried about being struck by lightning and had some thoughts. After walking for almost two hours, except for being rained on, he just felt stupid.
He is still suitable for running around mountains and rivers.
Mai Dali was so immersed in the wind and rain that he often slipped and fell like a monkey in the mud.
This guy had completely let go, and Chang Siguo found that he couldn't do it.
When the wind and rain subsided a little, Mai Dali suddenly stood still and listened for a moment. He took out a conch horn from his Xumi bag and blew it with a "beep" sound. The sound penetrated the wind, rain, thunder, lightning, trees, and waves. A hundred miles away.
A high-pitched horn sounded from the direction of the bending mountain in the middle of the island.
The sound of trumpets echoed from other parts of the island.
Mai Dali put away the conch horn, did a little luck, evaporated the rain on his body, and said loudly, "Let's go to Bend Mountain. There are sea monsters taking advantage of the storm to attack the island. Let's not fight with those guys head-on. Let's avoid them." avoid."
Chang Siguo also dried his body and flew up.
He released his Sky Eye Technique and found nothing unusual in the sea twenty miles away.
Mai Dali saw Chang Siguo's doubts and said with a smile, "You are not experienced enough. The Kraken is already very close under the water. There is a different fishy smell in the air. Smell it carefully."
Chang Siguo paused in the air and sniffed carefully. It seemed to have a different fishy smell.
He used his celestial eye technique to explore the sea water, and sure enough, there were densely packed sea monsters in the sea water about ten miles away to the west, rushing in with the sea water as if chasing the tide.
Only then did he understand that Mai Dali was walking along the island in the stormy weather not only to practice his martial arts, but also to patrol the island. There were still monks who were always vigilant on the island that looked like a plate of scattered sand.
In the wind and rain, groups of monks emerged from different caves and shacks and flew to the center of the island.
Chang Siguo followed Mai Dali as he flew to the highest mountain. There was a circle of yellow shielding light on the top of the mountain and in the woods below. He didn't know who activated it. It looked like the shielding area was not small.
He smelled waves of strong fishy smell, and then heard Mai Dali say, "Here we come."
I saw sea water surging in the darkness, reaching the foot of the island mountain, making a splashing sound.
The waves were still rising, and the tall coconut trees in the water were shaking violently from time to time.
"Those guys are so annoying. They make sneak attacks every three or two years, but we find them every time. They are so stupid. It's just a pity that my spiritual vegetables were taken advantage of before they were harvested."
Seeing that no one was coming, Mai Dali muttered a few words and said, "Go down, the rooting gravity formation was set up long ago when the prison island was built. It only targets monsters. All the monks in the future must contribute their efforts towards the formation pillars." Input spiritual energy, so if there are too few monks on the island, it won’t be enough.”
Chang Siguo followed Mai vigorously through the shielding light and landed in front of a large old stone house in the woods on the top of the mountain.
Walking into the somewhat old hall, it was very spacious and there were more than a dozen Lingfu realm monks gathered there.
"Boss Mai is here."
"Boss Mai, I'll meet you for a drink next time."
Most of the Lingfu realm monks came to say hello, and they didn't seem to be panicking. They seemed to be used to it.
Several people nodded and greeted Chang Siguo behind Mai Dali.
Chang Siguo also nodded in response. He followed Mai Dali, who was talking loudly, silently and walked behind.
Inside was an array room with several monks busy. One of them, an old man wearing gray and black robes, had a grimace on his face and was playing with a Bagua plate in his hand. When Mai Dali and others came in, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened.
"What's the trouble, old man Zhong? Don't put on such a bitter face every time."
The bitter-faced old man glanced at Chang Siguo, and grinned at Mai Dali with an ugly, bitter smile, "There is really some trouble this time. There are many more sea monsters attacking than usual. Wait for you guys, and you may have to annihilate them." Drop some sea monsters, preferably a few fifth-level sea monsters, to shock those guys."
"No way, I have to go out into battle."
"It's too dangerous to go out into battle."
"There are quite a lot of fifth-level sea monsters, and they will die if they get entangled."
The others suddenly became noisy.
No one wanted to take risks. They came together to survive, but they had no intention of sacrificing themselves for others.
As for the crooked melons and jujubes taking refuge on the mountain, which one is worth risking their lives to save?
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