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Since entering the Qingyun Gate, Fang Lingjun has changed her lazy habit of sleeping until she wakes up naturally, Xiuzhen is not only fighting against the sky, but also racing against time.

Especially for a person with qualifications like her, if she doesn't work hard, she will be a pile of gray fertilizer and blackened after a hundred years.

She doesn't have the luck of the heroine Wu Xiaobi, she holds the chaotic space in her hands, and multiplies the power of time. Ox fork.

"No reason!" Fang Lingjun snorted at the bronze mirror.

It is not only the heroine's luck against the sky that is unreasonable, but also the ancient hair bun that Fang Lingjun can't learn no matter how he learns. She finally knew why Wu Xiaobi, who was also a crossing woman, only tied a ponytail every day. Hmph, it's not like myself, I can't learn the extremely complicated craftsmanship of the ancients at all.

With the slight morning light, Fang Lingjun showed a confident smile to himself in the mirror.

She's much smarter than the heroine, ponytail or something, she's too pediatric, it's just an insult to her IQ. Anyway, she was once an intellectual who was admitted to a prestigious university and was forced to change to a technical school. Even if his appearance was mediocre in his previous life, he was never vague about tidying up his appearance. Compared with the heroine Wu Xiaobi's skills of only tying a ponytail, Fang Lingjun thinks that he has two more skills: first, tie thin braids; Second, tie thick braids.

At this moment, her hands flew again and again.

I saw that the girl in the mirror showed a full forehead, and the hanging bun of her sideburns turned into two thin braids. The crow-blue hair at the back of her head was divided into two thick strands and tied into loose braids. Fell on the left and right sides.

Fang Lingjun shook his head in satisfaction, revealing the primrose-colored ribbons interspersed in the thick linen braids, which was quite youthful and smart, but it was much more unique than the fairy buns on Yanwu Square.

Although there was only one ropeway from Mu Yunfeng to Yanwu Square, for Fang Lingjun, who couldn't even use the light body technique, it would take half an hour. In order to shorten the distance, as soon as she reached the main peak, she would go around to the back mountain and take a shortcut up the mountain.

After passing by many times, Fang Lingjun also fell in love with the green bamboo forest in the back mountain. It is rare to have such a secluded place in the bustling fairy mountain. It's a pity that the thatched hut in the depths of the bamboo forest is said to be inhabited by a madman, who will shout wildly in the bamboo forest in the back mountain whenever the moon and the clouds meet.

Such an elegant environment is vividly ruined.

It was just a casual muttering in the back mountain, and then Fang Lingjun bumped into the madman that the Qingyunmen disciple said in the Yanwu Square head-on.

This madman is not crazy all the time, he only goes crazy on moonlit nights, and the rest of the time is very normal. Of course, the so-called normal is the definition given to him by Fang Lingjun. For other Qingyunmen disciples, this madman was a joke, a waste, and a scrap to pass the time in his spare time.

Fang Lingjun learned from the other disciples that the madman's original name was Ji Wuping, and he was originally a rare genius disciple of Qingyunmen for thousands of years, with a thunder spirit root. The Thunder Spirit Root is mutated from the two spirit roots of wood and fire, and its cultivation speed is between the single spirit root and the double spirit root, but the power is stronger than the single spirit root. Once a monk with a mutated spiritual root came out, it would attract the coaxing of the major sects, and its popularity was no less than that of a genius with a single spiritual root. Ji Wuping is such a genius disciple who has grown up in the spotlight of everyone.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and Ji Wuping, who had built the foundation, fell into the hands of Yuanying Demon Cultivator in the process of going out to find treasures! What is this concept? Qingyunmen also only has one Supreme Elder in the Yuan Infant Stage, so the tragic end of Ji Wuping is already doomed. Who would have thought that after the demon cultivator learned that Ji Wuping was a genius disciple of the Righteous Path Sect, he actually thought about it, he didn't kill Ji Wuping, but sent him back to Qingyunmen.

It's just that the one who was sent back was no longer a genius disciple of Qingyunmen at that time, but a waste madman who had lost his cultivation, lost his meridians, had a dumb mouth, was deaf, and had a ruined appearance.

That Yuan Infant Demon Cultivator was slapping the face of the righteous path naked.

And the existence of the rule of taboo has become a living shame for Qingyunmen.

Now Ji Wuping has fallen from the clouds into the valley, his body is full of tyrannical demonic energy, and he can only rely on the rich spiritual energy on the main peak to protect his heart veins in order to maintain clarity. Ji Wuping, who has lost his status as an inner disciple, has to perform a cleaning ceremony in the martial arts square before dawn every day in order to stay at the main peak.

Looking at the embarrassed figure on the ground who was hit by himself, Fang Lingjun didn't think about it, he subconsciously stretched out his hand.

"Tut-tut~ Take a look," At this moment, Zhang Ting appeared, and with her, there were several fellow monks of Mu Yunfeng.

"Am I right? Fang Yunrou actually went to help the waste. The corners of Zhang Ting's eyes squinted, shaking her shoulders and saying a strange qi.

Since she last stated that she wanted to pull Fang Yunrou into her small circle and was refused, Zhang Ting has been squeezing out Fang Yunrou openly and secretly. Who made Fang Yunrou an existence with poor qualifications in Mu Yunfeng, how could he show his high-end if he didn't walk with her. People usually have to be compared to be good. What's more, Fang Yunrou is the most outstanding among the same group of female disciples. A woman like Zhang Ting, who has a somewhat thin posture, can't tolerate a woman in the same yard who looks better than her. Not to mention that the other party still often puts a stinky face on her Fang Yunrou!

However, for the last point, Zhang Ting will not admit it, just look at her head full of gold hairpins and silver jewelry, you can know that she is alive and blind.

"I forgot, she's just a four-star three-spirit root, and she's a little bit higher than that Shen Liuying, tsk, in my opinion, she's quite a match for this waste." Zhang Ting thought she was coquettish.

Seeing that she was so stimulated by herself, Fang Yunrou just glanced at her coldly. Zhang Ting, who was bored with herself, laughed and disappeared from Fang Lingjun's sight with her companions.

Fang Lingjun rolled his eyes, this woman is here to visit the vegetable market? Let's go to the wet market! People say that the fastest transmission speed in the cultivation realm is the Wanli transmission note, but Fang Lingjun feels that the transmission note is not as fast as Zhang Ting's mouth.

After Fang Lingjun came back to his senses, the madman Ji Wuping had already disappeared.

Fang Lingjun withdrew his palm indifferently and began his daily cultivation.

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There is no time to cultivate the truth, and it will take three years in a flash.

Fang Lingjun's cultivation had also advanced to the third level of Qi cultivation.

Although the third layer of Qi cultivation still belongs to the ranks of low-level Qi cultivation cultivators, it can control all kinds of magic weapons, or take the enemy's head for thousands of miles, or travel between heaven and earth.

It's a pity that Fang Lingjun only has a low-level short sword magic weapon on hand. This is still the standard weapon of Qingyun Sect for inner disciples.

The weapons used by monks can generally be divided into magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and magic weapons.

The refining techniques and materials of magic weapons are relatively simple, and their power is average. Cultivators who have reached the third level of Qi cultivation can use it, and it is divided into three levels: low, medium, and high. There is also a special existence, called a super magic weapon, a super magic weapon does not necessarily mean that the attack is very strong, but it must have a special purpose, but some super magic weapons are indeed more powerful than ordinary spirit weapons.

The refining techniques and materials of spiritual weapons are more complex than those of magic weapons, and the reason why spiritual weapons are crowned with the word "spirit" is because each spiritual weapon has an opportunity to use the soul of a demon beast to infuse it into a tool spirit. If it succeeds, the spirit weapon will have the skills of a demon beast before its death, but the spirit of the spirit weapon will never have its own divine consciousness and consciousness, and the soul of the demon beast only increases the power of the spirit weapon. If the infusion of the Instrument Spirit fails, it can only stay in the stage of the low-level Spirit Weapon for eternity. Spiritual weapons can still be divided into three levels: low, medium, and high. There is also a rare super-grade spiritual weapon, which is a special existence that can be upgraded into a magic weapon. Similarly, as long as you reach the third layer of the Qi cultivation period, you can use spiritual weapons, but spiritual weapons are extremely expensive to use, and spiritual weapons are much more difficult to refine than magic weapons, and there are few ones in circulation on the market. Even some down-and-out foundation building period monks may not be able to possess a low-level spiritual weapon.

And then there's the magic weapon. The above two weapons cannot be included in the dantian, while the magic weapon can be stored in the monk's dantian. The refining techniques of the magic weapon are extremely complicated, and the materials used are also very precious. The magic weapon must be refined by the monk's golden pill fire or strange fire. Magic weapons can be upgraded continuously, and they are extremely powerful. The magic weapon is also an opportunity to inject into the machine spirit, and if the injection is successful, when the fighting method is time, the machine spirit will incarnate into its original demon beast original body to help the master resist the enemy. The magic weapon's spirit is not comparable to the spirit of the spirit weapon, it has its own consciousness, and it can be said to be a good helper of the master in battle. If the infused instrument spirit fails, the magic weapon will not be lowered, but it will not be able to infuse the device spirit in the future. And the use of magic weapons consumes the monk's own great spiritual power, and it is not something that the monk in the foundation building period can covet. Even the Jindan monks with deep capital have only just met the qualifications for use. Generally speaking, when it comes to the infant stage, everyone will be equipped with a magic weapon.

And the short sword that Qingyunmen is equipped with is only the lowest-level attack weapon. It's really not very powerful.

Fang Lingjun put the magic weapon short sword into the storage bag with her backhand, and she didn't complain too much. After all, a low-level magic weapon like this can only be received for free because she is an inner disciple, but the outer gate miscellaneous servants like Wu Xiaobi didn't even score the scabbard, and the outer gate miscellaneous servants who wanted magic weapons had to rely on them to go to the Fang City Hualing Stone to buy it.

Fang Lingjun's current troubles are not in this magic weapon, but ......

She raised her eyebrows and twisted out a Sichuan character, and reached out to smash the transmission note on the table.

The shattered transmission note turned into a transparent mist, condensing the appearance of a middle-aged man in mid-air.

"Senior sister, the old place is not gone~"

"Scatter your head!" Fang Lingjun casually picked up a piece of stuff and smashed it towards the phantom. That phantom was just an image stored in the transmission notes in advance, and it was impossible to detect Fang Lingjun's dissatisfaction.

Fang Lingjun watched the middle-aged monk's obscene appearance gradually disappear, and suddenly felt disgusted like a fly.

It all started two years ago.

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