Chapter 9: The Night Elves

The more you enter the Dark Mist Mountain Range, the greater the danger, but in the next few days, the people of the Thunder Fire Sect also gained considerably, hunting and killing a fifth-level Dark Night Tiger, as well as a sixth-level cold forest giant python with a lifespan of hundreds of years, and a few Tyrant-toothed wild boars. Not every beast has a beast pill, only those beasts that are old and have a certain spirituality have the opportunity to condense into a beast pill, especially those more ferocious beasts, because there are fewer natural enemies and live long enough, in order to have the opportunity to condense into a beast pill, "become refined over time" is this truth.

As for the herbs, there is no place to put them, so they have to reluctantly discard some herbs that are not so precious, and those that can be concocted on the spot are refined or made into semi-finished products so that they can be collected and assembled.

Although there were many gains, the injuries of the disciples were also quite serious, and one disciple was even seriously injured and lost his combat effectiveness. Even Elder Zhu Zhuo had suffered a lot of minor injuries, and as for the other disciples, they were all injured to a greater or lesser extent, most of which were caused by the Night Tiger and the Giant Python. But these two fierce creatures also contributed two high-quality beast pills, which were excellent value for money.

In the evenings of the past few days, Yuan Zhichen has become more interested in cultivation, especially meditation, the feeling of being in harmony with the world seems to make him a little addicted, especially the ghost light in his head, which is getting brighter and brighter, full of spirituality and vitality, making Yuan Zhichen more and more interested in the path of spiritual cultivation.

Moreover, what also made Yuan Zhichen curious was that every time he meditated, the spirit was highly in tune with the heavens and the earth, and the cool feeling in his chest became more and more obvious, and there was even a feeling that life was going to produce. Every time he thought about it, he felt a little ridiculously funny, how could this be? It was just a bead.

That night, the Thunderfire team rested in a small valley with a nice environment.

Sitting quietly in the dark tent, Yuan Zhichen once again entered deep meditation, and the spiritual power of insight was quickly integrated into the heaven and earth, and he felt the spiritual power between the heaven and the earth.

If the cultivation of martial artists is to absorb the energy of heaven and earth and transform it into their own ability, then spiritual cultivators are more about perceiving the spiritual power and elements between heaven and earth, constantly meditating and communicating, and then mobilizing that huge and infinitely powerful power. The spiritual world of human beings is extremely complex and mysterious, and it is the medium that communicates the bridge between heaven and earth, so the cultivation of spirituality is almost to focus on meditation and understanding heaven and earth, and constantly improve the fit with the elements of heaven and earth aura, so as to mobilize and use this endless heaven and earth spirituality or elemental power more, so, to a certain extent, it also determines that the fighting power of spiritual cultivation is higher than that of martial artists.

With the passage of time of Yuan Zhichen's meditation, his spiritual strength continued to increase, and he became more concentrated and keen. Suddenly, the feeling of brightness in my chest became more and more obvious and intense.

Yuan Zhichen's heart moved, and he guided his powerful spiritual power to concentrate on the bead on his chest. Vaguely, Yuan Zhichen seemed to feel that his thoughts had broken through a thin film, and there seemed to be a small figure in the bead who couldn't wait to break out.

"Whew-whew-hh——, stinky old man, who has sealed me in this bead for so many years, suffocated me, damn it, damn it......" A delicate and delicate voice sounded softly in Yuan Zhichen's ears.

Yuan Zhichen's heart jumped, feeling that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to panic, he tried to stabilize his mind, slowly put away his thoughts, and then slowly opened his eyes. Whether it is a spiritual cultivator or a martial artist, the most important thing in cultivation is to avoid being disturbed by external evil and panic, which can easily go wrong and lead to evil diseases in cultivation. Therefore, both martial artists and spiritual cultivators pay attention to the cultivation of the state of mind, which has a lot to do with this.

Looking at the floating figure in front of him that was no more than the size of a palm two feet away from him, Yuan Zhichen was stunned, although he had heard a lot of legends and stories about Lilliputian and elves since he was a child, but suddenly such a small figure really appeared in front of him, he still rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and muttered: "Is this an elf? This is the legendary elf? Or am I hallucinating?"

That little figure would never be bigger than an adult's fist. It's the appearance of a human girl, and her whole body exudes a blue light, which makes people can't really see it. On the back of this small figure, there are also four cicada-like wings, which are flapping gently.

Yuan Zhichen still didn't believe it, closed his eyes and shook his head, opened his eyes and looked at the villain who was still flying in front of him: "Is it true?"

"Of course it's true! This girl finally ran out, how did she come across you stupid and stunned young man? Hmph! I'm so angry!" the delicate and delicate voice sounded again, and the little figure in the middle seemed to wave the little hand in dissatisfaction and shouted.

Yuan Zhichen, who has always been calm and light-hearted, grew his mouth without any image, looked at the little figure, and said stupidly: "Are you an elf?

"Well, that stinky old man has sealed me in your beads for years, for my landlord's sake, my father...... There are a lot of girls in this girl, and I don't care about your stupid hat. I'll tell you!I'm from the Night Elf clan, my name is Yin Luosha, I know you're Yuan Zhichen, and I'm tired of hearing this name every day!" The Night Elf Yin Rosa said proudly.

"Ahh

"Hmph, I still said, it's all because of you...... Well, I can't tell now, in short, that old man sealed me in your beads, and your spiritual power today is strong enough to break the spiritual seal of that stinky old man and let me out!" Yin Rosa waved her small fist fiercely.

Yuan Zhichen was curious: "Then why did you shrink into a small bead?"

Yin Luosha's disdainful voice was also delicate and beautiful: "Our Night Elf Clan, between flesh and blood and spiritual power, is naturally much more advanced than you humans!

"Is that ever-changing?" the original fool was still stupid.

"No, it won't work!" Yin Rosa said with some annoyance: "The Night Elf Race is not the highest race, and it can't do this!"

"Okay, the first time we met, this girl made an exception and said so much, she was tired, she was going back to rest, don't disturb this girl's sleep if she has nothing to do in the future!

Looking down at the bead, Yuan Zhichen struggled for a long time with a dream-like expression before he was convinced that what happened just now was true, because he pinched his thigh hard, it hurt very much!

Rubbing the beads, Yuan Zhichen smiled bitterly: "I just want to disturb, and I don't know how to disturb you, it seems that you bothered me first just now, right?"

From beginning to end, the birds on the side, Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai, just watched calmly and said nothing......

In the team, Yuan Zhichen silently thought about how to increase the power of his secret combat technique "Shockwave" as he walked. Looking through various books and brochures all year round, he seems to like to think about what interests him. With this breakthrough in martial arts, he found that the power of his combat skills had also improved, and there was even room for improvement. Maybe it's because of some influence from his father.,For unknown things of interest.,Always like to think more and delve into it.,Maybe this is the bloodline of the original family, right?Yuan Zhichen smiled in his heart. It is precisely because of this that Yuan Zhichen's father, Yuan Lie, will start to create his own secret method combat skills at such a low martial arts realm, which is really amazing.

While he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard the disciple in front of him shouting loudly and asking, "Who is it?"

Yuan Zhichen hurriedly looked up, and under a huge tree in front of him, a tall figure was standing. This figure, with some ragged clothes, messy hair and beard, some could not see the face and age clearly, a scar on the face, a pair of eyes that were extremely attentive, with lazy disdain and indifference, and the limbs were slender and powerful. This man's face was full of bohemian expression, holding his chest with one hand and stroking his chin with the other.

This figure heard the shouts of the disciples of Lei Huo, and said lazily: "Don't ask me who I am, leave things behind, and leave!"

Cheng Haoye was about to speak, but Elder Zhu Zhuo had already seen that something was wrong, and dodged in front of the team: "We are from the Thunder Fire Sect, we have come here to practice, may I ask your name?"

"Oh, Thunder Fire Sect, Lao Tzu still has a good impression of you, don't be verbose, leave things behind, I won't hurt you!" The ragged man's eyes were bloodthirsty and impatient.

Elder Zhu Zhuo secretly complained, he could naturally see that the other party dared to single-handedly cultivate above himself. If Xiang Songbai is also there, he will naturally have more chances of winning, but at the moment, it is difficult to say.

Elder Zhu Zhuo arched his hand: "The Thunder Fire Sect asks itself if it doesn't do anything that hurts the heavens and reason, and there is still a place in the Holy Heaven territory. Can you make a friend?"

The ragged man pouted: "Lao Tzu's name is Ge Ming, nicknamed 'Ghost Owl'!" I don't want to do much, I just want to order something!"

"Ge Ming, it turned out to be the ghost owl Ge Ming!" Elder Zhu Zhuo cried bitterly in his heart.

This ghost owl Ge Ming is extremely talented in martial arts, and many years ago he had the cultivation of the Eight Grades of Divine Will, his personality is perverse, and his actions are all based on his mood. When he was happy, he did something good about robbing the rich and helping the poor, and when he was unhappy, he scolded and bullied others at will, but his cultivation was high, and it was extremely difficult to provoke. Although the body is tall, the body is extremely light, so it is called a ghost owl.

Elder Zhu Zhuo had naturally heard of this special evil man, but he didn't expect to see this difficult ghost here.

"It turned out to be the famous Ge Ming Ge Daxia, I don't know why Ge Daxia stayed here?" Elder Zhu Zhuo was really powerful, trying to distract the ghost owl's attention, Cheng Haoye was not a fool, and quietly signaled the disciples to prepare for battle.

"Hmph, Lao Tzu killed someone, the other party is too strong, Lao Tzu can't afford to provoke him, so he has to hide here!" Although this Ge Ming is a bastard, his temperament is straight enough, he has no face and a hard mouth, and he tells the truth.

"Oh, what does Ge Daxia need, just say, if you can help, we will not be stingy!"

After listening to Zhu Zhuo's words, the ghost owl's face seemed to look a little better, and he said indifferently: "Lao Tzu has been hiding for so long, and there is too little medicine to heal the wounds, leave some for me." I also gave Lao Tzu an order for food, I haven't eaten anything good for a long time, and the bird fades out of my mouth!"

"This," Elder Zhu Zhuo hesitated, "It's okay to eat, we can give you some dry food, but we don't have much medicine left, it's really a bit difficult! "Disciples can compress their food, but if they don't have enough medicine, they are worried about their lives.

"What, do you regret it?" The ghost owl's face sank, Cheng Haoye couldn't see it well, and as soon as his gesture moved, all the disciples hurriedly concentrated and prepared. When the ghost owl saw it, he looked up to the sky and laughed, and sneered: "Some people just don't smoke, and they will be honest after beating them!"

With that, the demon owl pulled out a strange-shaped blade from his back, a bird-grasping weapon with a handle, more than five feet long, and the tips of its claws shining cold.

"Lao Tzu, this ghost claw, kill a lot of fierce beasts in this Dark Mist Mountain Range, do you want to taste it?" the ghost owl smiled darkly.

Seeing this, Elder Zhu Zhuo had no choice but to be on guard.