With the power of the Great Sage, Wang Xing also further confirmed that this Qiankun Empire is really not simple.
The pressure around me is at least genuine Zhongqianjie.
Regardless of these, the first thing Wang Xing did after reaching this level was to digest the energy in the core of the three laws as quickly as possible. After raising his physical body, mental power and will to the limit of the current first-class Great Sage, he began to strengthen subtly.
With this foundation, the inner energy flowing in Wang Xing's body took on a unique aura of law.
With this power, Wang Xing only transferred power to the target herbs and livestock. The power of the rules he had already set up was modified no more than three times to produce crops with the functions he wanted.
Although he was able to create more perfect materials, Wang Xing still chose to make everything have flaws and imperfections. But some of the shortcomings make it better than what you usually see.
In this way, after Wang Xing was dawdling for a month, among the seven peaceful counties, families that once had to rely on black methods to do things took a stand and went to find other jobs elsewhere, and brand new goods appeared.
A new decoction specifically targeted at disciples of the Menghu style was born.
The soup has unique taste and is divided into four types: sweet soup, spicy soup, sour soup and salty soup.
If the taste is not passed, the effects will be different. The more flavorful the decoction is, the more fragrant it is and the more powerful the effect it brings.
After cultivating inner energy, disciples of the Tiger Style began to take the lowest form of the nine different decoctions. The effect was more than ten times that of the previous one, and the side effects were very small, less than one percent of the previous one.
As soon as the terrifying effect appeared, some experimental disciples in the Tiger Style tried it and saw a slightly different, but still very powerful effect. The sect master behind the Tiger Style was also alarmed.
Their Menghu style was willing to give Wang Xing all kinds of conveniences. Before that, it was because the people behind the people who brought Wang Xing here were too powerful. Not only was he sent over by the sect owner’s godfather, but he was also hand-picked by Emperor Qiankun.
Over this period of time, Wang Xing, a wild man who was discovered in the distance, arrived at the court. He suddenly changed from a silent wild man in a grass skirt to a polite man and attracted the attention of many people.
It's just that what Wang Xing has done in the past two months is somewhat inexplicable, and the results of improving various medicinal soups are something that many institutions in the Qiankun Empire can do.
But when Wang Xing's product appeared, the number of Menghu style disciples increased fivefold in just one month, and several other nearby schools could no longer sit still.
After discussing with the Menghu Liu, and with Wang Xing's affirmation, all the needs including various martial arts secrets, personnel and material resources from different schools were sent over, and Wang Xing also started to browse and check them many times.
The level of things was not high, but it just verified Wang Xing's little idea. When the other party hid something, he only took out a decoction that was less than one-tenth of the effect of Menghuliu.
Although the effect is much better than the original ones of these genres, it does not reach the limit of Tiger Style.
Therefore, while these sects deliberately spread other news about their good stuff, they also don't care about the secrets of their own sect, because if they don't develop disciples, they will be squeezed out from the Bailiu.
Under such circumstances, Wang Xing got the complete thing, so he naturally helped these people reach the same level as the Tiger Style.
Therefore, the contrast between the strengths and weaknesses of different schools, and the concealment between each other, coupled with the fact that when you get something better, you don't say good things, but you are everywhere.
A war of words between different factions immediately began.
Wang Xing had no intention of listening to these scoldings. He only knew that his strength was recovering faster and faster every day.
It takes three to five days to break through a level. When the Menghuliu fell out with those sects that were duplicitous and superficial, there were also other sects who wanted to get benefits involved.
While internal chaos broke out among Bailiu, other external forces also saw Wang Xing's ability.
The effect of these things produced is not to say that they cannot be produced, but that they cannot be created without consuming anything and only producing this little result.
There was an undercurrent surging behind his back. Wang Xing had already sensed that, judging from his reputation outside, some people had begun to target him, saying that he had evil intentions.
But Wang Xing didn't care, he just wrote down who these people were and settled the accounts later.
Time passed. After three months, Wang Xing's strength returned to the limit of the eighteenth level. It was about to break through the Great Sage and return to the king of the world.
It was also at this level that Wang Xing felt the true level of Qiankun.
"It turns out that Qiankun is the king of the world."
Knowing the opponent's upper limit, Wang Xing was still a little disappointed.
He also hopes that if this person is at the level of the title god, he might be able to see the vast world. But now it seems that the other party is still far from the world.
And since the other party's power ends here, Wang Xing is also ready to leave.
Just when Wang Xing was thinking about whether he should find someone to tell him that he would temporarily go outside to collect resources, or if he had other ideas. Because there are cliques among Bailiu, he serves as the link between the twenty factions that have rapidly expanded in power after receiving his help, and he is preparing to attend the dinner.
Suddenly, a heavy oppressive force fell from the sky.
Many weak people fell uncontrollably, stronger ones fell into coma, and those with weaker bones even died.
Wang Xing and others suddenly looked up to the sky, and a huge figure appeared outside the world. It was as if he was standing in front of a water tank, lowering his head, looking at the huge figure in the water tank, and slowly lowered his head.
Everyone who saw this scene was inexplicably shocked from the inside out. They looked at the huge man above their heads with trembling eyes, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.
In the silence where no one spoke was shocked, the figure with a huge face that blocked the outside world slowly lowered its huge and terrifying fingers like a sky pillar towards the world where they were.
No one could speak, they could not move, they could only watch this scene helplessly.
Until, another huge figure knocked the man away hard.
Wang Xing saw that outside the world, Emperor Qiankun and other figures were besieging the person who appeared.
After meeting the familiar Emperor Qiankun, the great saints and other great saints finally breathed a sigh of relief. They finally don't have to die.
But before these people had time to relax, they were suddenly attacked by mysterious forces.
A large number of masters appeared, beating the partygoers back and fleeing in all directions.
After a large number of people were deliberately divided and separated, one of them, the Young Master, was holding a folding fan in his hand, swinging the pendant under the folding fan, and walked towards the king with a smile.
