1
Songbird Forest.
A black figure rushed past, leaving a long afterimage. Followed by a silver figure chasing after him like lightning, and more than ten feet behind was a young man in civilian clothes.
The young man seemed to be in no hurry. He took a few steps and had already passed ten feet.
The first level of "Nine Paths" in "Man Shadow".
The description on the arm bone shows that the initial attack speed is mainly at speed, which can reach several feet or even dozens of feet in an instant. When you reach the Hinayana realm, you will see a floating shadow step by step. When you reach the Mahayana realm, you will see a silhouette step by step. After nine steps, nine figures of yourself will appear at the same time. It is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. It is an excellent martial art for fighting against confusion.
The young man is immortal, and the 'Nine Paths' he is practicing now are less than one-tenth of the Hinayana Mirror.
"Ouch~~~~"
After about half a cup of tea, a scream came from dozens of feet ahead. A six-legged Mo Feng wolf that was half a foot long was being bitten by the neck by a silver wolf cub that was about a foot long, and was kicked and thrown to the ground. Although the little wolf cub is only 20% the size of Mo Feng Wolf, it has fierce eyes and is not afraid.
"Zai Zai, your mouth is quite cruel now, you are the same kind after all."
"Woo...Woo..." The little wolf cub made a dissatisfied sound in his throat, turned his head and glared at Changsheng in a very humane way.
Chang Sheng took out a medicine bottle and swung it, and a drop of light green spiritual liquid flew to Zai Zai's eyes. Zaizai swallowed the spiritual liquid and flew to Changsheng's shoulder.
"The sun will set soon, and we should go back." Changsheng raised his hand and scratched Zaizai.
In the past few months, Changsheng has been going to the outskirts of the Mingque Forest every day to look for unqualified monsters to gain experience in fighting. Almost all of the spirit-eating beasts he brought back to the slaughterhouse were hunted by Zaizai.
Chang Sheng could not have imagined that this little guy he picked up was faster than the spirit-eating beast, and his current 'Nine Paths' couldn't keep up.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed, and Changsheng Manying's "Nine Paths" and Jilong Sword Technique have both made great progress. In addition, he also used the spiritual grass and spiritual plants in the Songque Forest to condense dozens of bottles of various spiritual liquids.
On this day, the martial arts academy lifted the ban. The missing student had to stop the investigation because his body could not be found.
"Brother, that matter is a bit difficult to handle. For a while, Yuan Zheng has been followed by two or three people. Moreover, as soon as the martial arts academy was lifted today, Li Lin'er's family sent an old woman to the martial arts academy to follow her. The old woman is still building a foundation. First attainment of cultivation.”
"I know. Thanks, fat man."
"Hey, are you still polite to me?"
Although nothing could be seen on the two people's faces, the words "Building the Foundation and Becoming Cultivation" made both of them feel tense in their hearts.
Build your foundation! Not to mention one immortal, even ten or twenty others will not be his enemies.
In the slaughterhouse, Mr. Tu was still smoking his pipe on the recliner. Changsheng and Xiaopang were chatting aside, while Xiaoyu was sewing a knife sheath for Changsheng with a piece of animal skin.
"By the way, Fatty. I want to take Xiaoyu to buy a defensive talisman tomorrow. Do you have time to go together?"
"Of course I'm going! I'll make sure you're satisfied when shopping with me." Xiaopang said, patting his chest.
2
In the early morning, Mingque City is already bustling with traffic and hustle and bustle.
On both sides of the street, the shopkeepers were yawning and cleaning up their stores, while the breakfast stalls on the roadside were already very busy.
The three Changshengs came out of the martial arts academy early, chatting and laughing all the way towards the city.
"Brother Changsheng, when we save enough spiritual jade, can we build a restaurant as beautiful as the Bingling Pavilion?" Xiaoyu said to Changsheng while looking at a white pavilion not far away.
"No problem, we will build whatever kind of restaurant you want to build."
Not far away, a six-story white pavilion stands tall. The strange thing is that the dazzling white color is not dazzling under the sunlight, but makes people feel extremely refreshing.
"Bingling Pavilion is a chamber of commerce established by Bingling Palace in various capitals on the Nanjiang Continent. The most important thing is that the pills from Danding Palace can only be purchased in Bingling Pavilion."
Xiaopang explained in a show-off manner.
"Fat man, is the Alchemy Palace really that powerful?" Xiaoyu asked.
"Of course, in the entire Nanjiang Continent, only the Danding Palace can refine seventh-grade elixirs. It requires a Jinding alchemist with a spirit power of level four to refine it! But we can't enter the Bingling Pavilion. They only accept Zhu Zhu. A monk above basic level."
The three of them were a little disappointed when they heard a roar from in front of Bingling Pavilion: "Fourth brother, it's my brother who can't help you!"
At the door of Bingling Pavilion, a strong man was kneeling on the ground, roaring at a scholar who was curled up like a fetus in front of him.
The scholar's entire face and exposed arms were glowing with a light purple color. His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed, but no trace of life could be detected.
"There is no life, no heart, and even the soul and true energy protection cannot be detected. No matter how powerful the elixir is, it cannot bring the dead back to life. This strong man should express his condolences!" A third-level alchemist with a clover embroidered on his sleeves, Looking at the scholar, he shook his head and said.
"No, no, how could a dead person be in such a posture? How could there be such an expression on his face? Please, this senior alchemist, please save my fourth brother?"
The alchemist sighed, turned around and entered the Bing Ling Pavilion without saying anything.
"There is no breath, the person is dead, you just have to grieve and obey."
"Alas! Your cultivation has already reached the initial level of foundation building. What a pity!"
"Can't you take your fourth brother to a medical clinic?"
"Stop talking nonsense, Bingling Pavilion can't do anything, can the medical center treat it?"
The people gathered around looked at the tragedy in front of them, and they all comforted the strong man.
"Please, please, please, please, any knight, please save my fourth brother. I have given him all the more than 10,000 spiritual jades here."
The strong man with tears streaming down his face also rushed to the doctor in a hurry and shouted at the top of his lungs. He also took off the storage bag from his waist and raised it up. More than ten thousand spiritual jade! This is a month's income for a new Foundation Establishment monk.
At this time, Changsheng not far away inadvertently detected a trace of the scholar's true energy protection.
After the monk dies, the sea of Qi in the Dantian and all the true energy in the body will dissipate, and naturally there will be no true energy protection. And this scholar obviously still has a glimmer of life, but why is it that only he can detect it? Changsheng's eyes lit up and he froze on the spot.
"Brother Changsheng? Brother Changsheng?"
"Oh, oh. What's wrong?"
"Why are you in a daze again?" Xiaoyu asked doubtfully.
"It's okay, just wait for me." After Changsheng finished speaking, he walked straight towards the strong man amidst the astonishment of Xiaopang and Xiaoyu.
"I can cure your brother." Changsheng looked at the strong man and said.
Everyone was stunned for a moment. The strong man sniffed twice, wiped his tears and looked at Changsheng in shock.
"I said I could cure your brother and at least keep him alive." Changsheng raised his voice.
The crowd fell silent for an instant, but in the blink of an eye there was an even louder noise.
"What trouble are you making? I don't see anyone feeling sad."
"Come on, come on, this is not a place where you, a mere mortal, can cause trouble."
"What the hell is this? How dare a mortal say this?"
Changsheng ignored the comments in the crowd and just stared at the strong man blankly.
"You? Can you save my fourth brother? Don't play tricks on me." The strong man was at a loss when Chang Sheng saw him.
"At least I can keep him alive."
"Alive?" The strong man was stunned for a moment.
"Yes, alive. The four pairs of ice feet of the eight-legged ice toad, remember it must be the last pair of ice feet. At least a millennium of ground cone snow bamboo shoots."
As soon as Changsheng said the two names, he suddenly froze. Eight-legged ice toad? No, the eight-legged ice toad is extinct. How could I have thought of it?
"Wait, let me think about it." Chang Sheng knew that this must have come from that memory again, and then he closed his eyes and started thinking.
"What eight-legged ice toad? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"What are you pretending to be doing?"
Just as the noisy chatter among the crowd started, Chang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes: "Ninety percent of the spiritual plants are pure ice attribute spiritual plants. The older the better, at least five hundred years. The other 10% are those with mixed attributes of thunder, gold, and wind. The longer the year, the better.”
After Changsheng finished speaking, he found that the strong man was staring at him in confusion.
"What are you looking for? Look for it quickly. It will take at least half an hour. After that, there will be no cure."
"Oh, oh. Right now, right now." The strong man looked at Chang Sheng's firm eyes, wiped away his tears, stood up, pushed away the crowd, and ran away.
