In the next few days, Wang Yi has been familiarizing himself with the use of the Faxiang.

The more proficient you are in the use of the law, the more your combat power will increase.

For example, if the "Great Mudra" of the Condensation Law is used well, even if the opponent is good at escaping, it can be quickly suppressed.

In other words, some martial artists who are slow to react or unskilled in using them, I am afraid that as soon as they condense the "big handprint" of the law phase, the opponent has already fled without a trace.

Similar situations have not happened before.

At this time, Wang Yi sensed something and looked at the avatar not far away.

Airplanes!

A space-time gate appeared, and the avatar entered it and came to the fairy world.

"Shadow Envoy, this is the fairy vine spirit seed that I recently inquired about you, there are three in total, and they are all of the same variety. ”

Feng Muyuan handed the three colorful seeds to Wang Yi's incarnation.

"Thank you Feng Xianyou, I just want two. Wang Yi only took two of them and said, "You can keep the rest and grow it yourself." ”

"Okay, then I'll try how to cultivate spiritual plants as well. ”

Feng Muyuan nodded and added, "There are new spirit seeds in the future, and I will contact you again." ”

"That's trouble. ”

Wang Yi turned into a slight bow, crossed the gate of time and space, and returned to the time and space pastoral.

Small downstairs.

Wang Yi held two colorful fairy gourd spirit seeds, and found through the detection of the countryside that this is an immortal-level spirit seed that can grow seven gourd babies.

"Sure enough, it's a gourd baby!"

Wang Yi showed a look of surprise, and said suspiciously: "If I really want to plant it, should I be 'happy to be a master'?"

When he thought of the seven gourd babies lining up to call him "grandpa", Wang Yi felt a little funny.

However, this gourd fairy vine needs a lot of nutrients.

Without a billion nutrient points, it is impossible to make it completely mature, but the fruit that bears fruit is only the cultivation of Emperor Wu, which is too chicken for the current Wang Yi.

However, he still buried one of the seeds near the pavilion in front of the small building, attracting tens of millions of nutrients to germinate, and soon grew to a length of five meters.

"Ten million nutrients can make the fairy vine grow to five meters long, but the fairy flower can only grow one shoot, it really can't be compared!"

Wang Yi muttered.

From here, it can be seen that the fairy flower is of a high grade.

After planting, maybe it is really a fairy in a fairyland.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi raised his head and looked at the young shoot in front of the window sill on the second floor, and then he was stunned.

Because, the little civet is gone!

The lid of one of the bamboo tubes was opened, and seeing this, Wang Yi had already guessed something, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, and he immediately ran up.

Looking along the bamboo tube, you can see that the little civet has become smaller than a mosquito, and is lying in the fragrant fruit pile and sleeping, but it is not stealing.

"Xiao Hanhan, come out!"

Wang Yi hurriedly shouted.

Although Xiao Lingcion didn't steal it, the problem was that after opening the lid, the brewing effect was much worse, and he didn't want to drink a sour and astringent failed product.

"Boss, you...... You're so big!"

The little civet was woken up, raised his head, and found that Wang Yi had become as big as a mountain, and was so surprised that he stood up, stretched out his two little paws, and gestured hard.

It didn't understand how its boss could have become so big.

"Hurry up and come out, you will affect the flavor of the spirit fruit wine inside. ”

Wang Yi raised his hand and made a move, and the little civet was sucked out, and he stood on the windowsill wet.

Wang Yi tapped twice on its little head melon, which was a reminder, and then closed the lid and told it not to go in again.

The little civet covered his head, blinked, as if he understood something, and continued to sleep in the flower pot.

Wang Yi sent an incarnation to send the recently harvested spirit fruits and grains outside the Liyou Mountain Range, and Li Youwei and Qian Million took over.

"The total amount of nutrients seems to be less than 1.9 billion......

Wang Yi pinched his fingers and found that the consumption of nutrients was too large recently.

"Relying on Wanbaolou and Tiannan Sect alone, the source of nutrients is still not enough after all, after all, the scope of these two forces only involves the Great Wilderness Realm, and the total amount of resources is limited. ”

"If you want to accumulate more nutrients, you have to rely on the heavens and all the worlds. ”

Wang Yi took out a piece of paper and drew several circles on it, listing several worlds that had been opened.

Except for the Immortal Realm and the Qingfan Secular Realm, the others are all high-martial worlds, and the resources that can be obtained are not weaker than those of the Great Wilderness Realm.

But at this moment, Wang Yi realized something.

The Qingfan secular realm is just a low-martial world, why does it also appear in the picture of the ten thousand realms of the time-space pastoral?

Ever since he could obtain the information of the Ten Thousand Realms, he had never seen a low-martial world, and the weakest was also a mid-martial artist, a cultivator with the level of martial spirit and martial king.

"The secular world of Qingfan must be extraordinary!"

Wang Yi realized the key, and hurriedly opened the introduction of Qingfan's secular world, and saw the following line of text:

"Qingfan secular realm, low martial arts (improving), one extreme martial artist, thirty martial artists. ”

The strongest person in this world is only an extreme martial artist, that is, a mortal-level consummation, if someone breaks through the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, he can truly reach the realm of martial spirits.

Then, the secular world of Qingfan can be called Zhongwu.

Seeing the three words "improving", Wang Yi realized that the secular world of Qingfan is not simple.

"Butler, if a secular world is promoted to the Zhongwu world, will there be any special treasures born?"

Wang Yi asked.

"Yes. ”

The pastoral steward was concise and to the point.

"Can I harvest it?"

Wang Yi muttered.

"Yes. ”

The pastoral steward replied.

Wang Yi nodded thoughtfully, continued to ask a lot of questions, and came to a conclusion.

If he assists Qingfan in the promotion of the secular realm, he will get an unexpected harvest, most likely the Heaven and Earth Spirit Treasure born in the core of this world.

Soon after.

Wang Yi held the flower pot, took the little civet cat, crossed the time and space gate, and came to a place called "Xiaochai Mountain".

The woodcutter's house is near here.

"I thought that there were a few broken thatched houses that would be able to climb the second miss of our Jin family, and I didn't look at what it meant to be a good person, cut!"

A voice full of disgust came from afar.

Wang Yi followed the sound and found that a chubby matchmaker walked out of the woodcutter's new home, still holding a handkerchief in her hand, and her face was full of unhappiness.

"My child is protected by immortals, why don't you call the second lady of the Jin family a good person?"

A woman chased after her thatched hut and asked.

"Cut, where are some immortals in this world, they know gibberish all day long, wasting my time as a gold medal matchmaker!"

The chubby matchmaker shook the handkerchief in her hand and was about to board a carriage to go away, when she happened to see Wang Yi standing nearby.

Seeing that he was handsome, gorgeously dressed, and had an extraordinary temperament, the matchmaker's eyes lit up.

"Ouch, this son is handsome and extraordinary, if you are interested in coming to our house, maybe you can have a good story with the second lady......"

But before the matchmaker finished speaking, she saw a delicate and small fox tail stretched out from the flower pot that Wang Yi was holding, and shook it gently.

The wind was blowing violently.

The matchmaker screamed, and at the same time as the carriage was thrown out, and landed in a river in the distance, and it took a long time to get up.

"Just your skin!"

Wang Yi flicked the tail of the little civet.

Then he looked at the woodcutter and the woodcutter's old mother, who were not far away.

"Immortals!"

The two showed surprise and hurriedly saluted.