In the grotto, the thirteen stalagmites looked like nothing different.

But in Han Xiao's eyes, he could see the state of spiritual power agitation.

The emerald green bamboo shoots of more than two feet are translucent and lovely.

These bamboo shoots are rooted in the spiritual veins and are nourished by a large amount of spiritual energy, if they really grow for thousands of years and transform into shapes, they are definitely powerful demon cultivators.

At that time, it will not be the bamboo shoots that want to devour these bamboo shoots, but the bamboo shoots that will devour the bamboo shoots.

"Senior Zhu Weng, please reveal your true body, lest I hurt you later. Han Xiao's face was solemn, and his spiritual power slowly rose, and he said in a low voice.

In Zhu Weng's opinion, although the spiritual power on his body was only five layers of qi refining, it was extremely condensed, and it was even more powerful than those in the late stage of qi refining.

Zhu Weng nodded, his figure dissolved, and then not far from the thirteen stalagmites, a three-zhang high and two-foot verdant green bamboo branch and leaf stretched out.

As soon as this bamboo appeared, the aura in the grotto instantly rippled, like a whirlwind circling around the bamboo.

"Six-grade spiritual artifacts lead to spiritual cuizhu?" Han Xiao was stunned for a moment and whispered to himself.

No wonder.

This jade spirit bamboo turned out to be a spiritual creature that had long been extinct in later generations, and the six-grade spirit bamboo.

Spiritual bamboo has the habit of attracting spiritual energy to gather.

Its bamboo branches can be used to refine various magic weapons, and bamboo leaves and bamboo roots are also useful.

Bamboo shoots are even more precious, and they are good things that can be used as pills without refining.

No wonder this guy doesn't dare to move here.

Anyone who is known by a cultivator that there is a spiritual bamboo here, it will not live for so many years.

Since it's a good thing, you're welcome.

Han Xiao turned his face to look at the thirteen stalagmites, and his blood was surging.

"Drink—"

He shouted lowly, raised his fists, and showed the fist style of "Mangniu Dingtian", and a tiger shadow flashed behind him.

Who the hell is this guy! Seeing the tiger shadow, the green bamboo branches and leaves turned into bamboo weng trembled.

The power of this punch has gone beyond the scope of ordinary innate martial artists.

The terrifying thing is that the power of this punch is compressed between square inches, constantly brewing, as if waiting for a blow from the sky.

How could such a power of control appear in the body of a young family child!

"Bang!"

The strength was condensed, and Han Xiao stepped out.

"Reckless bull stomping on the ground!"

This force, powerful enough to shatter mountains, was bound within a zhang and spread beneath his feet.

"Click-"

The two three-foot stalagmites in front of Han Xiao suddenly shattered, revealing the emerald green bamboo shoots among them, and a vigorous aura burst out.

Now is the time!

A fiery red sword shadow flashed in Han Xiao's hand, and the light and shadow like a training swept by.

A green foot-long bamboo shoot flew into the air, and the swaying bamboo branch rolled up to collect the bamboo shoots.

Zhu Weng, who had returned into an old man, looked at Han Xiao with a trace of shock on his face, and some anger.

"Where's the bamboo root?"

Cutting off two spiritual bamboo shoots, Zhu Weng only got a ruler-long bamboo shoot tip, how can he not be annoyed?

"Seniors won't be so stingy, right? Han Xiao put away his long sword, spread his hands, and shook his head with a smile.

Zhu Weng glared at Han Xiao, gritted his teeth and said, "Then go on." ”

Han Xiao shook his head: "Senior, this piece of spirit bamboo shoot is enough for you to refine for a year, no matter how much, if you can't refine it, it's a waste." ”

He looked around, then turned and walked out of the grotto.

"A year later, I'll cut off a bamboo shoot again. ”

The white beard of the bamboo man fluttered wildly, but he couldn't have a seizure, so he had to snort coldly and follow out.

Han Xiao was telling the truth, no matter how many spirit shoots he had, he wouldn't be able to refine them.

Without the power provided by the refining spirit bamboo shoots, he really didn't dare to attract the Thunder Tribulation.

Walking out of the grotto, Zhu Weng waved his hand, and Han Xiao and him disappeared in place.

When it appears again, it is already in the back mountain of the Bamboo Forest Inn, next to the big bluestone.

"Senior, this is the main road to and from Qingxiao Ridge, seniors should be very familiar with Qingxiao Ridge, right?" Looking at the brightly lit bamboo forest residence, Han Xiao spoke.

At this time, Zhu Weng had already calmed down, and said with a chuckle: "The old man is also quietly thinking about moving, and he just wants to be polluted with some popularity." ”

I think it's to find out the news and understand the trends in the cultivation world, right? Han Xiao said in his heart.

This old guy is rooted in the spiritual veins of Qingxiao Mountain, and if he is noticed by others, he will have to run away quickly.

He opened an inn here, obviously to find out the turmoil of the surrounding forces.

"The juniors want to go to Qingxiaoling, I don't know if the seniors may tell a thing or two about the situation over there?" Han Xiao turned his face and said.

Hearing Han Xiao's words, Zhu Weng didn't hide his secrets, and told everything he knew.

There are six sects on Qingxiao Mountain, Shang Lingguan is the strongest, there are three masters of the foundation building realm, the master of the view is Zuo Changchun in the middle of the foundation building, and there is a high-grade magic weapon in his hand, which is the first master of Qingxiao Mountain.

The other six families, the Huoyun Sect and the Sanyang Sect, are all reluctant to participate in disputes, and the strength of the sect is not bad, but they rarely cause trouble.

There are three remaining sects, Baiyueguan and Qingyun Sect are against each other, and for decades, they have been fighting to the death.

There are a bunch of warriors in the Jiufang Pavilion, and they like to get involved in the chaotic battles with the defense of the country on weekdays.

Jiufang Pavilion Han Xiao knew that it was originally a cultivator sect, but it was later infiltrated by the Zhu family in the eighteenth family, and many children of the Zhu family entered it.

"That Dan furnace was circulated in the border market, and it was the combination of Baiyueguan and Qingyun Zonghuo?" Hearing Zhu Weng's explanation, Han Xiao's heart moved.

This ten miles of land is under the control of Zhu Weng, and Zhu Gen has explored every house, and he understands every word in the Bamboo Forest Inn.

Going back and forth to Qingxiao Mountain, in front of Zhu Weng, there is really no secret.

"Senior, I see that you are lonely in this spiritual land, when will I send some disciples over to relieve your boredom?" Han Xiao glanced back at the depths of the bamboo forest and said meaningfully.

Such a good place is really wasteful to be empty, and it is very suitable as a secret place for the sect to retreat for masters.

Zhu Weng wanted to refuse, but suddenly understood that Han Xiao was testing him.

I said that I would send him here after I crossed the catastrophe and transformed, and now I don't even want to send a few people, isn't that too insincere?

"Hehe, the old man is indeed lonely here, if Han Xiaoyou can send some spirit-stimulating juniors to come, it would be good. Zhu Weng said happily.

As he spoke, a flash of inspiration flashed in his palm, and a bamboo branch with an aura appeared.

This is the reward he deserves, Han Xiao unceremoniously stretched out his hand to take it.

Sure enough, it was a spiritual bamboo, and the bamboo branches started, and a faint aura surged around the body.

It seems that he has to add a few more runes, and he has obtained a lot of treasures recently, and they are not enough to fit.

Holding the bamboo branch in his hand, Han Xiao bowed his hand and said goodbye.

When he returned from the back mountain, Han Hu and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

The shopkeeper politely changed the room for Han Xiao.

The lights in the other wings were also extinguished.

Early in the morning of the second day, Han Xiao and the others drove the carriage and continued to the direction of Qingxiaoling.

The other guests of Zhulinju also left one after another, but there were fewer people and no one cared.

This is the world of practice.

After half a day of driving, the aura in the air has become much richer.

It's already very close to Qingxiao Mountain.

"Childe!"

Han Hu's figure flickered and rushed back.

He whispered a few words beside Han Xiao.

"Dead?" Han Xiao said in a low voice.