Hong Yuan stayed at Jiang Nai's spiritual field for nearly a morning, watching Xiao Yue'er get in touch with spiritual plants under Jiang Nai's guidance, and even work in the field himself.
Xiao Yue'er, who was wearing peasant clothes, was less noble and more pastoral, which made Hong Yuan feel more cordial.
Because he, Hong Yuan, was once a mud-legged boy and was no stranger to farmland farming.
However, this is farmland after all, and Xiao Yue'er only had a little experience with it. In the end, she had to rely on "Xiaoyunyu Technique", "Weeding Gold" and other important techniques to solve the problem.
After being nourished by vitality, the various weeds on the spiritual field became too thick and hard. The most disgusting thing is the pests, which are even more annoying.
In Jiang Nai's soft words, Hong Yuan could hear Jiang Nai's helplessness. This is probably the trouble with mediocre qualifications. Even if they master various spiritual field techniques, the amount of true energy in their bodies is not enough to allow them to use more techniques.
"Nair, this elemental weapon I have here should be able to help you."
Hong Yuan took out a second-order sickle element from a medium-sized storage bag and handed it over.
Jiang Nai quickly declined and rejected Hong Yuan.
"Senior Brother Hong, no, this gift is too valuable."
precious? A question suddenly flashed into Hong Yuan's mind.
This second-level sickle element only costs more than 500 yuan. I have tried my best to take out low-value items. How can this be valuable?
But when he saw Jiang Nai's clothes, Hong Yuan suddenly woke up. Not everyone can become rich instantly like him, and not everyone can be the daughter of an elder like Lin Yiru.
The gentle girl in front of me is just an ordinary disciple of Lingzhiyuan. Every piece of Yuan Stone has to be carefully calculated, and she would like to break one piece into two pieces for use.
"Take it." Hong Yuan said warmly. Seeing that Jiang Nai still had a look of rejection on his face, Hong Yuan forcefully placed the sickle in Jiang Nai's hand, "Just think of it as borrowing it from me."
"Sister Jiang, just accept it. The most important thing for my uncle is Yuan Qi." Xiao Yue'er was also persuading Jiang Nai to accept it. She knew very well how rich her uncle was.
Hearing this, Jiang Nai was silent for a moment, and finally nodded firmly and said softly: "Yes."
A quarter of an hour later, Hong Yuan took Xiao Yue'er away, while Jiang Nai, who was still there, was still waving, his eyes firmly fixed on Hong Yuan.
"Senior Brother Hong, I will definitely practice hard and try to catch up with you." Jiang Nai promised himself.
A second-level elemental weapon with hundreds of elemental stones may not be considered a drop in the bucket for Hong Yuan, and it is not even qualified for him to take a high look.
But for Jiang Nai, this second-order element is enough for her to work for five years to raise, and she may not be willing to buy it.
After all, she is just an ordinary official disciple of Lingzhiyuan.
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After spending a happy day with Xiao Yue'er, Hong Yuan once again followed his plan and moved forward in an orderly manner, making progress every day, and the data on the panel was refreshed day by day.
One month later, Hong Yuan felt that all aspects of the strength clone had reached a bottleneck, so he calmly thought about it and controlled the strength clone to go out and go to the martial arts stage.
Many times, combat power does not solely depend on the realm and the number of techniques and methods. After all, no matter how good the technique is, it depends on who is using it.
In order to fully display the strength of the force clone, Hong Yuan decided to find opponents within the sect to fight and increase his fighting experience.
Martial Arts Stage.
There is a large and bright bluestone square with nearly thirty arenas, and this is only a D-level area. However, the atmosphere of the battle was very fierce and powerful.
Hong Yuan walked to the registration desk and paid thirty yuan stones before registering in the Ding Twenty-three Arena. He only needed two more rounds of duels before he could enter.
The rules of the arena are very simple. If you lose one game, you will be eliminated. If you win ten games in a row and meet the conditions of defending the ring master, you can enter a higher area.
Hongyuan is currently a D-level area, and those who win can enter the C-level area.
Walking under the 23rd ring, Hong Yuan raised his head and stared at the two fighting opponents above.
Both disciples were dressed in black warrior attire, making it difficult to tell their identities, but an expert would know if they were there as soon as they took action. Hong Yuan could tell at a glance that their strength was average and they were only at the average level of first-order warriors.
"Hey, dear, these guys are just little guys who have just started to understand. Are they so anxious to make a name for themselves and find a good way out?" Hong Yuan touched his chin and thought.
Every year, a large number of disciples become famous through the martial arts stage and gain the favor of different elders, thus changing their destiny and rising to prominence.
But that is obviously for those disciples with good fighting ability but mediocre qualifications. Ordinary people come to participate in the arena battle when they are at the first-level intermediate level. Isn't that giving away Yuan Stone in vain?
Crackling!
Waves of blades and swords flashed past, with great momentum, but the two were on equal footing. They were really noobs quarreling with each other, which made Hong Yuan's mouth twitch slightly.
After the final decision was made, the two showed sympathy for each other and regretted seeing each other so late. Hong Yuan became even more speechless.
"The fight between rookies has turned into a battle of swordsmanship. You guys know how to fight." Hong Yuan complained.
Fortunately, not long after, it was finally his turn to play in person.
Xie Liu, an official disciple of Fu Zhen Hall, stood on the stage and watched Hong Yuan ascend the ring.
"Hongyuan of the Weapon Refining Hall?" asked the outside deacon.
"Well, it's me." Hong Yuan replied.
After receiving Hong Yuan's affirmative answer, the outer door deacon raised the gong in his hand and began to strike.
Dang Dang Dang!
The competition between Hong Yuan and the official disciples of Fu Zhen Hall officially begins.
"From the Weapon Refining Hall? It's unlucky for you to meet me." Xie Liuwei raised his head.
Hong Yuan looked down at his outfit and sighed.
Was he being looked down upon for not wearing the blue robe that represents a practicing disciple? It’s so helpless.
"Let you see my Talisman Palace—"
Bear power Gu.
Before Xie Liu finished speaking, Hong Yuan activated his own method.
A deafening roar of a bear sounded, and the shadow of a strong black bear appeared behind Hong Yuan.
In Xie Liu's horrified eyes, Hong Yuan punched him, and the violent wind of the punch made his hair stand on end. Every part of his body was emitting a strong alarm sound.
Die, will die, will die.
Under this blow, he will really die!
"Why is this person so stunned?" Hong Yuan frowned slightly.
As a last resort, Hong Yuan turned his fist into a palm and patted the frightened Xie Liu lightly.
Xie Liu immediately jumped out of the ring and rushed into the distance. When he left, Xie Liu still didn't understand.
Why is such an ordinary disciple of the Weapon Refining Hall so powerful? Also, these damn blacksmiths are really amazingly powerful!
In one day, Hong Yuan fought from the D-level area to the A-level area, and his performance was extraordinary!
