An Xingsheng paused and said, "This is my fault. I think Taolin is not suitable for teaching these days!"
"No, spiritual peaches have blossomed in the past few days, which has a lot of benefits for the disciples attending the class. In the next ten days, let's hold a ten-day class in a row, just in time to teach something systematically!" Wang Zijia lowered his head again, flipping through things, and said .
"Disciple understands. It is really a blessing for the outer disciples to have a master uncle." An Xingsheng flattered him as he spoke.
Wang Zijiawan seemed not to have heard, flipped through the information, and said: "It just so happens that these rich little guys have accumulated a lot, so they can do some cooking while they have classes these days!"
"Okay, disciple, let's make arrangements next!" An Xingsheng listened and took notes and marks.
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Wang Zijia gave instructions while An Xingsheng planned.
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In the morning, after making a jade talisman, I spent some time reading a book to recover my mana, and then passed it by in a hurry.
In the afternoon, among the mountains full of peach trees and flowers, the disciples who often came to attend classes and the disciples who came to attend classes for the first time all seemed a little excited.
"Why is this White Peach Mountain blooming at this time?"
"The peach tree is normal!"
"But isn't this mountain full of unworthy spiritual peaches? They shouldn't bloom out of season!"
"Who knows, maybe the King Vein Master used some method!"
"Do you think it's possible that these peach trees have become enlightened after listening to Uncle Wang's sermons too many times?"
"What the hell? A mountain full of peach trees turned into spirits? There aren't many holy places like this in the inner gate!"
"Don't tell me yet, it's really possible!"
"What's the explanation?"
"It is said that the tallest peach tree in this peach forest was only a second-grade peach tree, but can you smell the fragrance of this flower? It is obviously not a second-grade spiritual flower, and it doesn't look like a third-grade one."
"Yes, I was curious when I first came here. It smells like the fragrance of a fourth-grade divine flower."
"Have you smelled it?"
"Nonsense, I went to the inner gate to manage the medicine garden for my ancestor several times!"
"Disrespectful, disrespectful, is this senior brother...?"
"I heard that my uncle is going to use this Peach Blossom Festival to preach systematically for ten days!"
"I'm so lucky. Fortunately, I happened upon it!"
"No, when Deacon An announced the news today, Yamashita and many people offered more than a thousand francs to buy a place in the queue for this big class!"
"I've heard about it too. The key is that some idiots actually sold their places!"
"I think it's quite sensible. After all, after ten days of systematic explanation, I guess many children can't keep up. It's better to give it to some uncles, so that they can not only get money, but also gain some connections."
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Amid the heated discussion among everyone, Wang Zijia dressed in white, walked in the air, among the sea of flowers, and appeared in style on the mission building and star-catching platform.
The gentle breeze blew, and the Taoist robes and hair were floating, making Wang Zijia's peerless celestial figure almost flawless.
Every time I preach, apart from those who are attracted by the effectiveness of the course, there are also many who choose to settle in Maili because of Wang Zijia’s outstanding beauty.
In order to develop his pulse, Wang Zijia figured out how to use the beauty weapon of seduction, well, it should be called star effect!
After standing quietly for a few breaths, when Taolin calmed down, Wang Zijia felt that he was almost done, and then he said calmly:
"Since the opening of the fourth-grade preaching building here, dozens of classes have been held. They are all taught casually in the east and west. Starting today, some knowledge will be explained systematically."
"And starting from today, the three courses in the first half of each month will be continuous courses, and some content will be taught in the middle and late days..."
Following Wang Zijia's words, the dojo's preaching formation and preaching techniques were activated at the same time, and a strange field enveloped the entire peach forest.
Invisible spiritual light emanated from Wang Zijia's body. Under the influence of the preaching technique, each disciple took the initiative to take it into his body, and quietly completed the demon cultivation.
The mountains are full of peach blossoms swaying, and the fragrance is so diffuse that no one can notice it.
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It's night, in the underground base of Baitaoyuan, in the blood-red laboratory.
A piece of broken armor the size of a palm floated in front of Wang Zijia.
The piles of garbage and various strange contaminated spiritual bones accumulated around him were infected by Wang Zijia's magic power and collapsed into a large ball of spiritual ink.
Under the sacrifice of the Hundred Refined Steel Chapter, it turned into bloody runes and was continuously driven into the armor.
The strangely shaped broken armor was made even more vivid, with runes flashing on its surface and blood-colored aura flowing around it, as if there was blood flowing on it.
"Value + 680,000!"
Item: Lava Magic Armor
Level: Low-level spiritual weapon (third grade 4.39 million/10 million)
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Although the progress was not slow, Wang Zijia frowned when he looked at the armor, which was only an elementary spiritual weapon.
After looking at the few remaining top-quality materials, I finally held back.
It's not time to use it yet, at least you have to slowly cultivate high-grade spiritual weapons before you can consider using those things to break through the magical weapons.
After all, this is Wang Zijia's most important defensive weapon at the moment!
After completing all the spirit bone sacrifices, Wang Zijia slowly called it a day.
Realizing that it was still early, he didn't get up, his mind moved slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes.
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In the Netherworld Ghost City, in a small room like a changing room, the 'Login' puppet suddenly came to life.
He opened the dark cubicle that looked like a changing room and walked into the hall.
Immediately, his figure expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he transformed into a sophisticated figure.
Wang Zijia checked himself for a moment, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, he stepped out of the hall and onto the street.
The night is like water, and the stars are swaying, adding some will-o'-the-wisp lights to the dim streets.
The surrounding puppets, some old, some mottled, or some brand new, are wandering in the market, sometimes bargaining with stall owners. The painting style is cold and strange, making everything look like a ghostland.
The name of the ghost market is well-deserved.
Because Wang Zijia also has an underground base, he is already immune to places of this style.
After adjusting the Taoist robes, he calmly began to carefully examine the items sold at each stall.
When the puppets around him saw Wang Zijia coming as if he was wandering in a fugue, many of them would subconsciously move away in awe.
Wang Zijia took it for granted and wandered around as if unaware.
There are really a lot of good things here, which makes Wang Zijia even more excited. Almost all magic weapons are sold directly. There may be some problems, but they are indeed magic weapons.
However, although Wang Zijia's pocket has become a lot richer recently, he is not rich enough to buy magic weapons.
So I can only be jealous!
After walking for half a block, Wang Zijia suddenly stopped at a stall.
Judging from the items on sale, there is a high probability that this stall owner is a real person, especially when Wang Zijia stopped in front of his stall, the puppet was obviously a little silent.
Wang Zijia's eyes swept across the numerous goods, and finally stopped at a book.
In front of the book, there is a short paragraph of introductory information.
"Chongyue Chapter" Top Grade
A chapter on third-grade earth magic techniques, which combines thick earth techniques.
Special Taoist techniques can transform a heavy stance, bless objects, and even create a special seal, which is as thick as a mountain and has the effect of pressing the top of a mountain.
Requirement: Just exchange it, not sell it, exchange it for a piece of holy (magic) magic, preferably related to strengthening the body.
"How to sell this?" Wang Zijia looked at "Zhongyue Chapter" and asked.
The puppet was silent for a moment, and finally just pointed at the 'request' in front of the sign without saying anything.
The other party was obviously a demon cultivator. Although he was a little afraid of Wang Zijia, he was not afraid.
"I really don't have any magic articles related to body strengthening, but..." As the prince spoke, he turned his hand and a secret book appeared in front of him and said:
"This spell should be better. As long as you choose the right monster's skin, it will be more practical than directly practicing a spell to strengthen the body."
What Wang Zijia took out was nothing else, it was the middle-grade magic chapter that was separated from the magic cultivator’s pollution method and captured out of the body by Wang Zijia: "Hair-coated Shape Refining Chapter".
Before Wang Zijia could explain its effect, the puppet's eyes lit up as he looked at the Dharma. There was a moment of excitement. Although it was quickly covered up, Wang Zijia caught it.
Is this Dharma good?
It feels like that!
In other words, the human elixir method... By the way, this is the core inheritance of the bone and soul concept!
Wang Zijia was stunned for a moment, and saw that the puppet in front of him looked a little more gloomy.
"Not enough. I am a high-grade Dharma Chapter. You are at the middle-grade level. Not to mention the fusion problem, you are still missing a low-grade Dharma Chapter." The puppet said.
"Oh, if you are really ignorant, I can educate you on what is the core secret and what is the public magic?" Wang Zijia mocked.
"My Zhongyue Chapter is not a popular spell!" the puppet replied.
"Really? I am ignorant and ignorant." Wang Zijia replied with obvious ridicule: "Is this the secret biography of Feixian or the secret treasure of Daqian? Could it be that Wentian Pavilion changed careers, did not ask divination, changed Did you dig the soil?"
After being silent for a while, the puppet held back a sentence for a while, "Although it is not a secret, it is still a masterpiece."
"Kill him if you don't change!" Wang Zijia glanced at the other party, put away the book decisively, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute!" The puppet was anxious and took the lead in making an offer. "Thirty taels, fellow Taoist, you only need to make up for the price difference of thirty taels of spiritual essence."
"What's the difference between this and me filling in another low-level spell?" Wang Zijia stopped and turned around to ask.
"Thirty taels of spiritual essence is just the lowest price for low-level spells. The gap is huge!" the puppet argued.
"Oh, that's the only bad thing about exchanging things with little babies like you. You are so fussy and fussy about everything!" Wang Zijia pretended to sigh and said:
"Let's see, I'll make up another hundred thousand Dharma money, and there won't be even one more point left!"
Hearing this, the puppet gritted his teeth and made a final struggle: "I want the twelve spirit essences!"
"You can't change it yourself. I just don't have any spiritual essence in my hand. Do you want to change it? If not, I will leave." The old Taoist incarnation of Wang Zijia showed an impatient expression.
After determining the needs of the other party, it is inevitable to figure it out.
"Change!" The puppet monk gritted his teeth for the last time and accepted the apology.
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