It's easy to fish in muddy waters, and since someone has already muddied the water, it's too sorry to yourself if you don't take the opportunity to touch a few fish. Of course, it is necessary to stop in moderation -

Excerpt from My Codex

The outer gate of the Yuehua Gate was still in the fear of the degradation of the spiritual field, while the inner gate had secretly launched an investigation into the depletion of the spiritual vein. No matter what the result is, it has nothing to do with Chu Lingfeng.

A myelin-washing pill went down to his stomach, Chu Lingfeng stabbed it for more than half a year, his whole body was black and muddy, and after taking a bath for four minutes, he finally drained all the impurities and toxins accumulated in his body, and his cultivation speed was even faster.

The third-grade flying sword was exchanged for spirit stones by him when he went to Xingyang City, and then bought a large number of second-grade paper talismans. Although the grade is not high, it is better in quantity. In addition, Chu Lingfeng's gaze fell on the huge trees in the outer gate.

The grass and trees were decided, absorbing the essence of the plants and trees of a large area of the sky, and then throwing it on the balance, and all kinds of first-grade spirit runes were exchanged a lot. Day and night, in just a few days, the big trees in the outer gate also began to wilt, which made the originally suspicious outer disciples even more panicked.

Although the fish in the outer gate river are not in the product, they are also full of aura, Chu Lingfeng's eyes lit up, fishing! Fishing! Throw the scales! A large number of elixirs that have not been added but can replenish qi have also been exchanged.

The soil in the spiritual field is good, even if the spiritual field has been degraded, but the soil is living soil, a product! Chu Lingfeng's eyes were shining. Exchange! Excuse?

"I want to dig some soil and see if I can grow Linggu in a pot, so ......" The gloomy eyes and pitiful voice made the doubts in people's hearts disappear, and gave him a gentle touch.

The fruit in the mountains is also good......

So he smiled and watched Chu Lingfeng move things to his yard like a little squirrel in winter, transforming them into various low-level spirit runes and spirit pills.

Of course, these small actions will not be seen by the rest of Yuehuamen, and even if someone pays attention, they will be covered up. Chu Lingfeng's actions were completely understood.

It's too late to learn the sword technique now, and it is estimated that the academic method will not reach any advanced realm. The spirit rune is good, once triggered, it can hurt people if thrown out, and the first-grade spirit rune is better, and less spiritual power is used when setting off.

The elixir is good, and the elixir that is not in the product is better. It replenishes qi and energy, makes people energetic, and does not need to spend time prescribing the power to absorb the medicinal effect.

In a word, save time.

In battle, time is of the essence.

This busy, Chu Lingfeng missed some news inside the door.

For example, the head of the sect announced that the inner gate would select fifty disciples to participate in the Xingyang Dao Conference.

For example, a female cultivator in the outer gate successfully built a foundation and entered the inner gate to become an official disciple of the Yuehua Gate.

For example, a senior brother who went out to practice in the inner gate came back, and as soon as he came back, the two senior sisters in the inner door became jealous.

For example, a senior sister in the inner gate was allowed to enter the sword furnace by the elders of the inner gate because of her outstanding appearance, and realized the sword intent.

For example, the top leaders of the sect finally found a way to restore the spiritual power of the Lingtian.

Chu Lingfeng squatted on the ground and watched as several Inner Sect Senior Brothers kept punching some white stones with runes carved into the edge of the large spiritual field. Holding the red fruit in one hand, he ate happily.

[What are they doing?] Big eyes looked at the water, seeking answers.

Having completely abandoned the demeanor of the Heavenly Demon, he also squatted there, holding a red moist fruit and gnawing on it, glancing at the people in the distance outside the grass on their bodies, and rolled his eyes in great boredom.

[Arrange the Spirit Gathering Array, but it's the lowest one.] ]

Gathering Array? Chu Lingfeng's eyes sparkled, the formation that would inevitably appear in the novel could help with cultivation.

Click, click, crisp sound of biting the fruit, no matter how unpleasant he is in the cultivation realm, there is also a good aspect, that is, all kinds of resources are far richer than those of the demon and demon realms.

[It doesn't have a big effect, at most, it will restore Lingtian into a first-class Lingtian, and it is completely impossible to raise the level of Lingtian in the future.] I don't look down on such a formation method, and it's only a palliative way to cure the root cause.

Thinking of the little thing that he had placed on the branch of the spiritual vein, Yan Zòng flashed a trace of anticipation.

"There are a few outer disciples watching over there." One of the inner disciples of the magic circle glanced in the direction of Chu Lingfeng and whispered to another inner disciple.

"Just look at it, it's just an outer disciple." Another inner disciple said indifferently, "I don't know what the elder thought, if the spirit field is degraded, it will be degraded, anyway, there are many places where you can buy the spirit valley, why do you still let us set up a spirit gathering array." "He doesn't care about the life or death of the outer disciples, even if he is also promoted from the outer disciples to the inner door, but this attitude can't be changed.

"We can't guess what the elders think." The inner disciple who asked first shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject, "By the way, I signed up for the Xingyang Treatise, what about you?" ”

"I also participated."

"Then we'll compete with each other then."

"Okay."

"I really envy those senior brothers and sisters who are named by the elders to participate, they don't even have to participate in the preliminaries."

"We did it in Yuehuamen, of course we don't need to, but it's not them who are even more enviable, it's those senior brothers and sisters who have been driven to retreat by their uncle and uncle now, and they are aiming at the ...... three years later" He didn't say the rest of the words, but just pointed to the sky to refer to him.

"I'm so envious."

"Envy can't be envied, it's predetermined."

"You two, don't be distracted when you set up the formation." The cultivator who suddenly took the lead scolded, and the two inner disciples who were chatting distractedly immediately became refreshed, ignoring the distractions and concentrating on the work in their hands.

Three days later, the Lingtian of the outer gate of the Yuehua Gate began to recover day by day, and the disciples of the outer gate pulled out the spirit valleys that were crying to death, preparing to plant another season of spirit valleys in a hurry, so as to catch up with the time to hand over the rent of the sect every year.

And how did Chu Lingfeng sneak out of the outer gate and ride the popular paper crane to Xingyang City, preparing to participate in the preliminaries of the Xingyang Daoist Conference.

And after he left, the foundation building period cultivator who had been ordered to monitor them from the mortal dynasty disciples immediately wrote a letter, folded it into paper crane room fees, and then summoned his own mount and chased him out.

But after his figure disappeared, Mao's figure slowly appeared, holding a paper crane in his hand, which seemed to be the paper crane released by the foundation builder.

"It's strange, there are so many disciples from the outer sect, what are you only staring at Chu Lingfeng for?" He muttered to himself and glanced at the contents of the letter, and a fireball burned to ashes.

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