Is a spirit stone in a spirit valley expensive?

Expensive.

It's so expensive that even the elites of the big sects can't afford it.

The key is that Linggu only has a source stone for ten catties, when has it ever been sold by the plant?

What's more, from the beginning to the end, the goatee old gold never thought of giving the source stone at all.

"A spirit valley, a source stone." Lao Jin's face turned cold.

The three big men who had already cut off a large handful of Linggu in the field turned their heads a little blankly at this time.

"I thought that Jiuxuan Dao had come to know something, but I didn't expect it to be a rammer." Lao Jin snorted coldly, raised his hand, stepped out, and threw it towards Han Muye.

A faint blue-black light shone from the palm of his hand, triggering a gust of wind.

This blow smashed the ground, even the cultivators who had come out of the reincarnation realm would be slapped open in the slap.

"Uncle Shi, hide—" Xun Hao's eyes widened and he exhaled in a low voice.

He didn't expect that his senior uncle would directly offend the Qin family's steward and make him angry.

The Qin family steward is a second-layer realm, and among the second-generation disciples of the entire Nine Xuan Dao, only the eldest disciple Wu Mingjue, and Bai Zhanting, who has excellent qualifications, can rival him.

My own uncle has just started, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to go to the waste mine to collect source stones, where is the Qin family's opponent?

This is going to be fatal!

Han Muye's eyes narrowed as he watched his palm fall.

In terms of source power cultivation, the other party is far higher than him, a cultivator who has entered the realm of rebirth.

But with the use of the source power, the operation of the power, and the perception of cultivation, the Qin family steward in front of him was simply too bad.

Han Muye stepped out of the next step, stretched out his left hand, raised it slightly, and pulled his elbow diagonally, blocking in front of him.

"Bang-"

The steward Lao Jin's palm smashed on Han Muye's arm, causing Han Muye to be shocked.

The force of this blow is at least a thousand pounds.

If other cultivators who had just entered the realm of rebirth were hit by this blow, their arms would break in an instant.

But Han Muye won't.

His physical body has been tempered, and he is extremely strong, and he is not afraid of the other party's blow at all.

His figure took advantage of the force of the blow, slightly deviated, and his right hand reached up, passed through Lao Jin's chest and abdomen, and pulled the placket of his clothes.

Lao Jin was stunned for a moment, and just as he raised his hand and was about to slap it again, Han Muye's left arm wrapped forward and wrapped around his right hand.

Wrap the left hand and seal it with the right hand.

This formula is clearly a variation combination of "clouds and clear winds" and "stroking willows and winds" in the twelve styles of the nine Xuan Qingfeng.

Xun Hao and Teng Ming are new disciples, and they both recognize this move.

In their eyes, Han Muye easily combined the two moves.

Right in front of them, Han Muye raised his hand abruptly, and with both arms, he directly lifted the Qin family's steward Lao Jin, and then threw it into the Linggu field.

"Click—"

Lao Jin's shoulder bones and spine were broken under that fall, and his body smashed into the Linggu field and couldn't get up.

"Soaring Clouds and Catching the Wind......"

Xun Hao muttered.

This style is clearly the clouds chasing the wind in the twelve styles of the breeze.

But in this style, Han Muye integrated the killing move in the Breeze Twelve Styles, "Wind Twisting Twister."

At the moment when the palm of his hand twisted, most of Lao Jin's bones were disassembled, making him powerless to resist.

It is precisely because of this that Lao Jin was thrown into the spiritual field and broke his bones.

"Steward!"

"He beat the gold butler!"

Those young men from the Qin family hurriedly went to help Lao Jin up from the spiritual field.

Lao Jin gritted his teeth, hummed in his mouth, his body was bent like a shrimp, and he couldn't raise his head at all.

Han Muye stood on the ridge of the field, watched a group of people come up, and spoke again.

"The broken Spirit Valley is also counted."

With that, he turned and walked up the hill.

Xun Hao and Teng Ming hurriedly followed, both of them were surprised and confused, and there was a bit of reverence.

The means that Han Muye showed just now were clearly cultivating the sect's inheritance to an extremely powerful level.

No one in those Qin family members dared to speak, and it wasn't until the three of them walked away that Lao Jin Fang roared: "Go, go back, this matter is not over!"

……

In front of the small courtyard, Xun Hao and Teng Ming looked at Han Muye with worried faces.

"Uncle Shi, the Qin family is the largest family within a radius of a hundred miles, and almost all of the surrounding spiritual fields belong to his family." Xun Hao looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.

"Yes," although Teng Ming's nose was blue and his face was swollen from the beating, the worry on his face could still be seen at this time, "The head of the Qin family is said to have been reborn at the seventh level of cultivation, and the Dao master and uncle are not his opponents."

Although Han Muye's beating of Lao Jin just now made them look refreshed, but now that they think about it, this disaster is unimaginable.

If the Qin family could be offended, Jiuxuan Dao would not be disturbed by the rent of Lingtian, and Hu Yudao people had to go to the waste mine to find the source stone.

"If you have time to ponder these things, you might as well think about how you can improve your cultivation."

Han Muye left a word and walked straight back to his small courtyard.

Xun Hao and Teng Ming looked at each other, and their expressions changed from confusion to excitement.

"The clouds and the breeze and the willows can work like that."

"What's more, that blow to the clouds and the wind is the real mystery."

"It is said that my Nine Xuan Dao exercises are not sharp enough, but in the hands of Uncle Shi, such a casual appearance is really strong......

At this time, Han Muye in the courtyard stood in place, and the breath on his body seemed to be blowing in the breeze.

Outside of his body, a mountain phantom appeared, surrounded by a breeze.

If Xun Hao and Teng Ming were allowed to see this scene, they would be stunned.

It is said that when the cultivation of combat skills reaches an extremely high level, it will lead to the manifestation of a general trend of artistic conception, and the power bonus can be called terrifying.

It's just that such a strong person, let alone the Nine Xuan Dao, even the entire Nine Xuan Mountain Range has never heard of anyone who can have such means.

"Although there is no heavenly way, there is a great way, which is interesting."

Han Muye chuckled, and the breeze around his body turned into a swirling wind, condensing around his body without dissipating.

Qingfeng Twelve-style means are really not bad, in the end, they are the inheritance of a large sect.

After practicing for more than an hour, when Han Muye finished his work, he walked out of the small courtyard and saw Teng Ming standing outside the courtyard, with an excited and nervous face.

"Uncle Shi, can the wind and clouds be in harmony with the pine wind?" Teng Ming clenched his fists and looked at Han Muye nervously as he spoke.

Han Muye turned his head to look at him.

This kid still has such talent, it's rare.

"The pine wind has to turn into the momentum of the wind and clouds, and you can't stick to it, otherwise, this type of power change will be difficult for you to master."

Han Muye said, raised his hand and waved, and a breeze flew out.

The wind just rose, and it crashed out a foot away, and the bluestone over there "boomed" and shattered.

Teng Ming's eyes widened, and he muttered in his mouth: "This, this, really......"

"Bang-"

In the distance, the door was slammed open, and a disciple with a bruised face and tattered clothes rushed in.

"Senior uncle, senior brother, they didn't give money for dinner, and they were arrested by the Qin family—"

"Uncle Shi, they asked Jiuxuan Dao to take the source stone to ransom people."

"They said, a grain of rice and a source stone, and I want you to use the source stone to redeem people......

The disciple looked at Han Muye, his face full of panic.

Teng Ming showed panic on his face and looked at Han Muye.

"Kind of interesting." Han Muye chuckled, bundled his clothes, and walked out the door.

No one is rich without a windfall.

He is now cultivating and is lacking source stones.

It's always not good to grab the source stone in a bright light.

Now, there is a reason to grab.