"The boss doesn't come here very often, and the most recent one seems to have been a few months ago." Biting these spirit stones with his mouth, the greedy man said.

"Oh, what was the boss here for last time? Did you come to the scriptures like I did? Fang Yi continued to ask quietly.

"I really don't know what the head of the family is doing here, how dare I ask? However, the last time the head came, it seems that he brought a stone box with him." Immersed in the joy of the spirit stone, the greedy man responded while putting the spirit stone away.

"Is the stone box here in the end? Or did the boss bring it back again? Having already asked about this juncture, Fang Yi didn't want to give up.

"When the head went back, I didn't see the stone box in his hand. I guess it's here." The greedy man had some uncertain responses.

After all, if you don't have it in your hand, it doesn't mean that the head of the house will put the stone box here!

"Oh, okay. You are busy with yours first, and I will look for the scriptures I want here first, and if there is anything I will look for you." There was still no change in the expression on his face, and Fang Yi spoke to the man.

"Okay, you can call me if there's something. Don't worry, I don't dare to say anything else, I will definitely help you do it safely and securely here." Extremely enthusiastic, this money-greedy man had already treated Fang Yi as a gold master.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, and under Fang Yi's gaze, the man walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.

It's sometimes quite easy to find this kind of money-hungry and snobbish person, as long as you give him enough benefits, as long as he knows what he can do, it's basically no problem.

After hearing what this person had just said, Fang Yi was very sure. The spiritual root is placed in this scripture pavilion.

With a step, Fang Yi walked forward. He'll have to take a good look around here, maybe he'll be able to steal the Spiritual Root from here.

Harnessing the spirit sword, Fang Yi checked to see if there was a suitable spell scripture. While exploring carefully, I want to find some clues to the spiritual root here.

It's almost a mile away, and needless to say, the clues of the spiritual root in this process have not been found at all.

It's understandable, though. After all, this is a place for the low-end scriptures to be hidden, even if the head of the Yindao Sect liberates the spiritual root in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it should not be placed here.

Most likely, the stone box where the spiritual root is stored is in the deepest part of this scripture pavilion.

And let's talk about the magic scriptures!

Fang Yi flew over one place after another, and he already had a deep understanding of the opportunity of the greedy man to speak to the scriptures.

In mid-air, in front of Fang Yi's body, from time to time, scriptures wrapped in light flew in front of him.

Compared to the scriptures on the bookshelf on the ground, this scripture wrapped in the light cluster is indeed a grade higher.

For example, in terms of magic, the scriptures on the bookshelf on the ground. The spells recorded in them are generally only low-grade spiritual arts.

There are only a few books that record relatively ordinary medium-grade techniques.

And the one in the sky that is wrapped in a ball of light, the spell scripture is different. Through the light group Fang Yi, I saw that the cover of the book that recorded the magic was also the most unfortunate level of the middle-grade spiritual arts.

As for the better, Fang Yi had even seen the light cluster, with a scripture wrapped in spiritual arts, flying in front of his eyes.

For these light clusters, Fang Yizi didn't want to let them go.

But this is really like what the greedy man said, you need to have a chance!

Fang Yi almost tried his best, but those light clusters were very easy to dodge from his hands.

After a few forcible attempts to grab it, needless to say, Fang Yi was almost indifferent to the scriptures floating in front of him.

Even if they flew on their own bodies, Fang Yi wouldn't do anything about it.

Because as soon as it is shot, this light cluster will disappear like a rabbit in an instant, and it is impossible to control it at all.

Now it seems that the only possibility to get them is chance, and only by chance can you get any of them so that they can fly into the palm of your hand on their own.

But this is a chance! Thinking of this, Fang Yi smiled bitterly.

Is it really that bad luck? He had already flown almost three kilometers, but the scriptures that had a "connection" with him had not yet appeared.

There has never been such a ball of light that is willing to take the initiative to fly into the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, the pressure in front of him doubled, and when Fang Yi was thinking while flying, he had unconsciously flown into the last leg of the three-kilometer journey.

It was at this time that a "wall of air curtains" suddenly appeared in front of him.

He couldn't help but stop, seeing this wall of air curtain, Fang Yi had already guessed that further ahead was an area that only the foundation could step into.

Feeling the oncoming pressure, Fang Yi retreated without retreating.

Sure enough, it was an area that only Zhuji could step into, and with this pressure alone, Fang Yi could be sure that he couldn't go far ahead at all.

A little unwilling in his heart, Fang Yi stared straight ahead.

If the spiritual root is in front of you, then you don't have to practice until you build the foundation before you can enter and look for it.

But another difficult problem to solve is that without a spiritual root, he is not sure that he will be able to build a foundation for himself.

This is really an endless loop, no matter what Fang Yi thinks, it is difficult to find a suitable solution from it.

As soon as his footsteps were raised, Fang Yi took a few steps forward unwillingly. Although there was such a problem, he still refused to give up.

As long as there was one possibility, even if it was only a glimmer of hope that was close to nothing, he would try anything.

In just one step, hundreds of pounds of weight had already increased on his shoulders. Stepping over this wall of light curtains, Fang Yi finally realized the difficulty.

After taking a few steps forward, Fang Yi was already sweating profusely. Under this weight, his feet shook and almost fell to the ground.

It was no longer difficult to move forward, looking ahead, Fang Yi couldn't help but sigh.

It's really impossible, even if he gives his best, but the result is still like this.

With a wry smile, Fang Yi began to retreat under the pressure. It was impossible for him to move forward any further, and if he went any further, it was estimated that the pressure alone would make him seriously injured and vomit blood.

Disappointment flashed in his eyes, and Fang Yi was retreating step by step.

Could it be that he really has no hope of getting the spiritual root solution?

"Bang, bang, bang".

Just as Fang Yi was about to exit the wall of the light curtain, suddenly, he felt that something in the storage bag was constantly hitting the wall of the bag.

Full of doubts, sensing this, Fang Yi reached into the storage bag and took out the thing.

The pressure on his body suddenly lightened, and the moment the thing was taken out of the storage bag. Fang Yi only felt that the pressure acting on his body, like a tide, slowly began to recede.

After just a few breaths, Fang Yi found that the pressure around him had returned to normal, and he could move freely again.

The pressure in this light curtain acted on him, but it had no effect.

Completely incredulous, sensing this, Fang Yi moved his gaze to his hand.

I saw that at this moment, a shining silver order was lying quietly in the palm of his hand.