Xiang Yun looked at the expressions of the two maids, thought about it slightly in his heart, and then understood the reason, so he pretended to be displeased and said coldly.

"You two little maids, do you still have any objections to the words of this son, do you want this prince to sell both of you to the Qinglou and serve those drunken people?"

"Ah......h

The two little maids exclaimed in surprise when they heard this, and then remembered that they had lost their posture in front of Xiang Yun, where did the two dare to stay for a long time, so they immediately nodded their heads and bowed, and cautiously withdrew from the door, and the moment they brought the door of Xiang Yunfang, the two girls rushed out of the hospital like a 100-meter race.

Seeing that the two maids were gone, Xiang Yun looked back at the table made of golden silk nan iron pear wood in the room, and stroked it slightly with his hand, the tentacles were cold and hard, very textured, close to it, and there was a faint fragrance coming from the tip of the nose, which was refreshing!

"Sure enough, it's good wood, it's probably more expensive than gold!" Xiang Yun stroked this square table, and secretly sighed in his heart, although he was already rich at the moment, but Xiang Yun in his previous life was born in an ordinary family after all, and seeing these good things at this moment, it is inevitable that there are some people in the market.

"Uh-huh......!"

Xiang Yun's hand was groping on the top of the wooden table, when he suddenly felt that his hand had touched a depression.

This is not something to make a fuss about, but this situation appears on the precious tribute paid by this Luban country, it seems a little strange, how can this kind of thing have such obvious flaws?

Xiang Yun looked at the place where there was a groove in his palm with some curiosity, and he found that from the angle he was standing, he couldn't see the groove on the table, so he leaned over, tilted his head sideways, and squinted at the table.

"Hmm...... This ......!"

Xiang Yun just glanced at it, and the whole person was as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and suddenly he was stupid in place!

After a long time, Xiang Yun's eyes finally rolled, and the latter suddenly exclaimed: "This...... That's what I made?"

Xiang Yun couldn't help but bow down again, approached the square table, and moved his open palm, and gently stuck it on the table top of the golden silk nan iron pear wood!

At this moment, a slap print groove on a desktop whose size coincided with Xiang Yun's palm suddenly appeared on the desktop!

"Shhhh......h

Seeing this palm print, Xiang Yun was stunned again, staring at the surface of the table in front of him in a daze, looking at it for more than ten minutes, and groping the palm print groove of the desktop with his hand from time to time.

In the end, Xiang Yun was finally convinced that there was indeed a slap print on the golden silk nan iron pear wood table, and this slap print was patted by him himself!

For a while, an indescribable emotion rose in Xiang Yun's heart, it was a complex emotion, with suppressed excitement and excitement, and worries about gains and losses, and even a bit of confusion and dreams in the clouds!

"Could it be...... Could it be that I really absorbed the power of the clouds and became a martial artist?" Xiang Yun looked at the palm in front of him and asked himself cautiously in his heart!

The maid just now had already made it clear that the table in front of her was not made of ordinary wood, it was made of the hardest golden silk nan iron pear wood in Luban Country, which was as hard as steel, and with the characteristics of flexibility, it was even better than steel.

Such a hard thing, if you want to slap a palm print, even if it is a palm print like the current depression that is almost invisible, the power required is obviously not something that an ordinary person can achieve, how can you do it?

Unless you and the scriptures become a warrior!

Xiang Yun remembered the small golden ball that appeared in the dantian before, this thing sprouted and grew in his dantian, and it actually gave birth to a vine that spread from the dantian to the divine court above his head, and then he was able to absorb the cloud power in the space, what is this thing?

Xiang Yun's heart moved, and a picture of the dantian suddenly appeared in his mind, and he saw the golden vine, erected in the center of his torso, unique and extremely conspicuous!

At this moment, among the golden vines, the blue mist was pervasive and flowing, firmly blocked by the golden vines, only the slightest wisps of mist swirled, and between the spread of the qi filaments, it merged into the meridians, flesh and viscera in Xiang Yun's body, bringing a trace of cold and refreshing feeling!

Xiang Yun looked at the wonderful picture that appeared in his mind in a daze, and suddenly subconsciously said, "This ...... This thing, it can't be the legendary spiritual root, right?"

As soon as these words came out, even Xiang Yun himself was startled, because he found that the thing in front of him seemed to be very similar to the description of the spiritual root in the ancient books, the latter was shaped like a meridian, like an invisible thing, connected to the dantian, it could absorb cloud power, and before the warrior reached the seven clouds, the cloud power was stored in the spiritual root!

"I ...... How could I have a spiritual root, wasn't I born with a zero spiritual root!" Xiang Yun was shocked in his heart! Looking at the pale golden vine growing out of thin air in front of him.

After looking at it for a long time, Xiang Yun finally announced in disbelief that he really had a spiritual root, although a spiritual root was a joke for a martial artist.

Because according to the cultivation classics, martial artists are born with spiritual roots, which is a gift from God, and the spiritual roots possessed by monks with strong talents will exceed ordinary people, and the number of perfections in the world is originally a total of one hundred and eight spiritual roots, that is to say, a person may have a maximum of one hundred and eight spiritual roots.

However, the world has not heard of anyone who can have one hundred and eight spiritual roots, and I am afraid that only gods can have this full spiritual root.

Ordinary martial artists can have more than a dozen spiritual roots is already a good qualification, and it is a seedling worthy of cultivation by wealthy nobles, and if it can reach the level of twenty or even thirty, it is quite excellent, envious of others, and then up, it is a genius-level talent, and he is born to be the best among martial artists!

On the other hand, those martial artists who have few spiritual roots and only single digits, although they also have the ability to perceive cloud power and be able to absorb the growth of their cultivation capacity, but the scarcity of spiritual roots is destined to be the reason why their cultivation speed is slower than others, and their future cultivation achievements will also have great limitations, and generally being able to break through to the peak of Qiyun is the limit.

Not only that, but there is also a major disadvantage of the scarcity of spiritual roots, that is, fighting against opponents who have more spiritual roots at the same level than their own is often the end of defeat, because the spiritual roots are scarce, it is destined that there will not be much spiritual power stored in the body, and the operation speed will be slower, because it will affect the explosiveness and staying power, and the battle is naturally inferior to others!

And at this moment, although a spiritual vein appeared in Xiang Yun's body, there was only a pitiful one, if this was known by others, I was afraid that instead of being amazed, he would laugh heartily, pointing at Xiang Yun's nose and saying.

"Oh my God, everyone, look, there's a strange thing here, there is only one spiritual root, my God, it's the first time I've seen such a small spiritual root, there is only one, it's better to have none!"

Indeed, in reality, those warriors with scarce spiritual roots have always been ashamed to tell others how many spiritual roots they have in their bodies, because they are afraid of being laughed at.

However, the significance of this spiritual root, for Xiang Yun at the moment, is obviously extraordinary, almost the moment when Xiang Yun wakes up from his stunnedness.

Xiang Yun finally couldn't help the expression on his face, from the corner of his mouth moving slightly, to hooking a trace of arc, and then the arc became larger, and then he grinned into a crescent moon, and then the crescent moon enlarged, and finally opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, Xiang Yun laughed loudly!

"Hahahaha...... Hahaha...... I, Xiang Yun, have finally become a martial artist, and I am still a real one-cloud martial artist of his mother!"

Xiang Yun was ecstatic at the moment, like a penniless beggar, suddenly picked up a lottery ticket that won five million, the excitement is self-evident, if it weren't for the fact that there was something hanging under his crotch, it is estimated that this guy would be excited to fly to the sky!

Xiang Yun's excited shout, the sound of the happy ghost crying wolf howl spread wantonly, if it weren't for the good sound insulation effect of the prince's wing, and the two maids who were originally waiting in the courtyard had been scared away, everyone would have thought that this prince was crazy about something!

"Hey...... Hey!!"

Xiang Yun is stepping on his feet in his room at the moment, waving his fists, and shouting!

Because he has become a martial artist, although he is only a cloud martial artist with a spiritual root, Xiang Yun's fist power is still not comparable to his original self, between the two fists, although there are no moves, messy and disorderly, but a force is rippling, it is actually whistling, quite powerful!

"Huh......" Xiang Yun tossed for more than ten minutes, feeling a slight sweat on his forehead, and then finally slowly stopped from the ecstasy, he wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his hands, and his face still had an irrepressible excitement.

"Is this what a martial artist feels!" Xiang Yun muttered to himself, at this moment it could clearly feel that his physical fitness was several times stronger than before, and he could even say without exaggeration that he could beat ten of his previous self, and it was not too hard!

"This is just a cloud martial artist is so powerful, then how powerful should the Qiyun martial artist be, and what about the Yellow Cloud Martial Artist, the Xuanyun Martial Artist......" As soon as this thought appeared in Xiang Yun's mind, he suddenly felt a little frightened in his heart, and at the same time full of anticipation.

Today's Xiang Yun is like a child who has stepped into the door of cultivation in one step, seeing that there are mountains and peaks, and he is at best just a raised stone on the ground, inconspicuous!

Even so, Xiang Yunge was already overjoyed in his heart, after all, he had no chance with a martial artist, but now that he has the opportunity to set foot and see a new scenery, how can he still complain.

After being happy, Xiang Yun finally gathered his thoughts and began to think about the causes and consequences of this matter, and it was obviously no coincidence that a spiritual root had grown out of thin air in his body.

And if it is not a coincidence, then there is only one possibility for all this, and that is the recipe for merit and creation!

When Xiang Yun was practicing the merit creation technique in the room, he was suddenly controlled by a mysterious force, and this exercise actually worked on its own, which created the current situation, causing a spiritual root to grow out of thin air in Xiang Yun's body!

Although Xiang Yun didn't know what level of exercise this merit creation recipe was, and whether there were any valuable exercise books treasured by the Shizifu and the Royal Mansion, he had never heard of any exercises that could help people grow spiritual roots out of thin air.

"It seems that I will have to practice this exercise well in the future. Xiang Yun secretly made up his mind at this moment that he must cultivate this mysterious exercise, and maybe he would be able to get other benefits from it.

Having made up his mind, Xiang Yun didn't rush to deal with the sweat on his body, he entered the world of his mind again at this moment, and began to look for it, he was looking for the jar of five poisonous wine that he drew in Jin Yong's martial arts system last night.

Since it is true that the gods are changing, and the recipe for merit and creation is also true, this jar of five poisonous wine must also exist.

When Xiang Yun was watching Xiaoao Jianghu, he knew that these five poisonous wines were quite magical things, and they were great supplements for the body, although he was a little disgusted with snakes, insects, rats and ants, but he would not waste food because of choking, and put these magical items without enjoying them.

As soon as the thought in Xiang Yun's heart moved, his mind had already come to the world in his mind, and in the darkness, Xiang Yun clearly saw a jar of mud-sealed Five Poison Wine, which was suspended in the void, as if it was an item suspended in space!

Xiang Yun looked at the Five Poisons Wine in front of him, and his heart was slightly happy, but he immediately became difficult, how could he drink this thing?