"There is also a bandit's den around here, the highest is the innate triple, although it is not afraid, but it is a scourge." Qin Yue raised his head and looked out the window, his thoughts flickered, and then he shook his head and smiled.

The map of Lingyun County given by the system can view the highest cultivation of the surrounding forces, provided that it is lower than your own cultivation.

His own power is only a village in Yangliu Village under the mountain, and there is not even a town.

If Xuantian Sect wants to develop, he has to seek Anqing Town in the next step, which is the top priority.

Don't make a big mistake because of a small mistake, it is not difficult to eradicate a bandit's den, but the difficult thing is to be afraid of startling the snake.

'Wong! Father! ’

Qin Yue took out the Qingyue Sword and pulled it out of its scabbard, and suddenly the sword body let out a roar, and he almost didn't hold it.

'Item: Qingyue Sword

Grade: Spiritual Rank Lower Grade Magic Weapon

Quality: Good Product'

This is not a spirit level magic weapon rewarded by the system, but a token of each generation of masters.

Then the head of the previous generation was buried in the back mountain, in the tomb, he felt the Qingyue Sword with his heart, and the Qingyue Sword recognized it, and flew out of the tomb, and Qin Yue got the Qingyue.

The head of the previous generation is also the old master, and Master Qin Yue did not get the approval of Qingyue Sword, otherwise he would not have died.

Seeing the word good product, Qin Yue's mood was agitated, this is a good magic weapon, although he has reached the cultivation of a foundation building immortal in his previous life, but he only has a spiritual rank lower grade magic weapon, and its quality is still inferior, however, it still took a lot of financial and material resources to get it.

The sword is three feet two long, the sword is half a finger wide, the blue and white sword body is lined with cyan lines, and there are two small characters in the center, 'Qingyue'.

According to the records of the sect, Qingyue is the token of the head of the sect, but it is not a magic weapon of the town faction. The real Zhenfang magic weapon is the Xuantian Sword, a spiritual high-grade magic weapon, which is the sword of the second-generation head Wu Yuan, but it has long been missing after his death.

Therefore, only the Qingyue Sword was left, and Qingyue was the thing that the patriarch of the sect had practiced painstakingly after establishing the sect.

The heads of the past dynasties have desperately defended Qingyue, so this sword has been left behind, and legend has it that only talented people can get this sword to recognize the master.

Therefore, the heads of the past dynasties only opened the patriarch, four generations, and six generations were recognized, and now there is an additional Qin Yue.

Once the Lord is recognized, it must be the head of the new generation, and his master has brought everyone to the tomb [Qin Yue Possessed] before, but no one can make him recognize the Lord.

The magic weapon is a mortal level, a spiritual level. There are mortal soldiers and sharp weapons at all levels, corresponding to the acquired and innate realms in the quenching realm.

The spiritual level is divided into the lower middle and upper levels, which correspond to the foundation building, the knot dan, and the realm of the original gods.

Among them, the quality is subdivided into inferior quality, ordinary, good product, and high-quality product.

Therefore, this Qingyue Sword is also the best in the spirit level lower grade magic weapon, which can make Qin Yue invincible in the innate same realm, and make people in the foundation building realm fearful.

Because in the entire Qin Kingdom, although the casters are not as rare as the Dan masters, there are not many of them. Among them, it is even rarer to be able to refine spirit-level magic weapons, so in addition to the big forces, it is difficult for others to think of a satisfactory magic weapon!!

"Poof!"

After playing with the Qingyue Sword for a while, he put it into the scabbard.

Silently thinking in his heart, a cultivation dojo that had shrunk many times floated above Qin Yue's palm.

'Item: Cultivation Dojo (Level 1)

Function: Doubles the concentration of vitality and can be used by 50 disciples to meditate and breathe. ’

Standing up, Qin Yue walked out of the head room, came to the mountainside, a flat place, and threw out the mini cultivation dojo floating in his hand.

A puff of white smoke filled the room, enveloping it.

After a while, the smoke cleared, and what appeared in front of Qin Yue's eyes was a group of 50 disciples meditating cross-legged, made of bluestone, surrounded by green grass and groups of trees growing regularly around the dojo.

A path winds out of it.

Not far away, there was a stone tablet with four large characters like ink written on it, 'Cultivation Dojo'.

Underneath are a few small words, 'for fifty people'

The system technique is like a heavenly creation, and there are no living beings, and in this world, I am afraid that only the real great supernatural cultivators can do it.

From this, you can think of the 'system', maybe it is the great supernatural monk of this world.

Qin Yue's eyes flickered, and he was even more convinced in his heart that maybe the entire real world was just a pawn in his hand.

He clenched his hands into fists, his eyes began to be confused, the blue tendons on his hands and face were exposed, he subconsciously touched his neck, and remembered the picture of the knife that died in his previous life, the knife rose and fell, and his neck was cut off in an instant. In the picture, I am afraid, unwilling, and helpless, so vivid.

"No!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, and his face became a little pale.

"Demons?"

"Hehe, I didn't think it was cut off, but I didn't expect it to be hidden deeper."

The corners of Qin Yue's mouth were bitter.

"Senior Brother Head, what's wrong with you?" Not far away, Luo Liang ran over quickly, and hurriedly said, he was guarding Qin Yue's side, his expression was anxious, his eyes were vigilant, and he didn't ask when he saw the practice dojo a few meters away.

Rather, I was worried about the comfort of the master.

He was originally practicing iron sand palms in another part of this mountainside, but he didn't expect to let out a sharp roar hundreds of meters away, and the voice sounded very familiar, it was the voice of the master.

"It's okay, except for the fork." When Qin Yue saw the person coming, his heart warmed, and he said gently.

His eyes were misty, and his eyes began to check the attribute panel of his junior brother.

"Name: Luo Liang

Sect: Xuantian Sect

Position: None

Identity: The seventh disciple of the eighth generation head and the ninth generation disciple.

Title: None

Qualification: Flawless Spiritual Root

Cultivation is: the second layer of congenital

Exercises: The Recipe for Normalization (First Half)

Natal Divine Power: Iron Sand Palm (Beginner Path)

Character deeds: None"

"Seventh Senior Brother, although you are a congenital second-layer, don't be arrogant or impatient." Qin Yue was shocked in his heart, but the corners of his mouth were serious.

It is worthy of being a flawless spiritual root, and it has only been a month to reach the second layer from the fifth layer of the day after tomorrow.

"It's still because the senior brother in charge has improved the oneness trick by the ancestor to improve the one, junior brother, and I can improve so quickly." Only then did Luo Liang let down his guard and said modestly to Qin Yue:

"Senior brother in charge, compared to you, I'm still far behind, the evil cultivator said that you have practiced the iron sand palm to the small perfection realm."

"Maybe I'm too stupid to even reach the small CD." He was a little frustrated.

Although he is ranked seventh under the old leader's seat, he is the youngest, so his heart is still a little immature, and his emotions are easy to show on his face.

"I'm the one, I'm the head, how can you compare with me, you should compare with the Ninth Senior Brother and they want to compare, you are already a lot ahead."

Qin Yue's eyes were kind, his face was soft, and he joked in a gentle tone.

I don't feel embarrassed to put gold on myself.

"Master, how do I feel like an old man? And a narcissistic old man."

Luo Liang was uncomfortable with Qin Yue's eyes, and couldn't help blurting out.

"Old man? Ha ha. Qin Yue couldn't help but smile, coupled with the age of his previous life, he could really be regarded as an old man in front of him.

"Look, this is the iron sand palm of the little consummation." Then his face turned grim, and his body stepped out, and his hands became thick, like gold and iron.

"Wherever the wind goes, the strength cracks the air,....."

The breeze is coming, the wind is moving the young man's cyan clothes, the palms are up and down, the footsteps are up and down left and right, the palms are there, the air is torn, although there is no chic, but the power is huge, and it is shocking!

......

"Boss. It's so powerful, I must be a master like the head in the future. ”

The young man on the side, his eyes were blazing, his eyes were firm, and he longed for the path of the strong, which planted seeds in the young man's heart.

After a stick of incense

"I opened a small stove for you, and they don't have this treatment." After the demonstration, the young man came to the young man's voice and said softly.

"Hehe, then blame me for my talent"

"Okay, you go and practice on your own, I still have things to do. In front of it is the practice dojo, and the vitality of heaven and earth in it is twice as strong as in other places, and you can go to it for meditation and breathing. ”

"Well, I know, it's not interesting to meditate and spit, but this iron sand palm is interesting."

After that, the young man, he began to recall the moves that Qin Yue had practiced and began to practice.

"It is the right way to go step by step."

After leaving a sentence, without waiting for Luo Liang to answer, he quickened his pace and returned to the head room.

Meditate cross-legged, breathe, and begin to speed up the repair of the injury and move on to the next level as soon as possible.

......

This is a large room, and a man in his thirties is lying on the bed, and he said bitterly to Qi Yue on the side: "Ninth Senior Brother, when will I be able to go to the ground." ”

"Wait a minute, this is the Yuan Qi Pill given by the master, if you refine one every day, the injury will be better."

Qi Yue looked at Du Qing, who was lying on the bed and was wrapped in zongzi, took out a bottle of Yuanqi Pill from his arms, poured out a pill from it, and put it in the other party's mouth.

"There are ten of them, and in ten days you should be able to go to the ground."

"Hey!"

"What are you still sighing, fortunately, the head of the family has the Yuan Qi Pill, otherwise you are afraid that you will have to cultivate for half a month."

"Hey"

The sigh was heavier

"I sigh that I'm too unbeaten."

The man hummed.

"At least, you're older than me." Qi Yue muttered.

"I ......" Dahan was speechless.