Chapter 0550 One year
In the cultivation realm of the jungle, there is no way to do that. For survival, for the ideal", that kind of battle must be fought.
However, in that invisibility, all kinds of resources accumulated in Zhou's hands were simply terrifying.
Every cultivator is accustomed to carrying all his wealth with him and putting it in his storage ring.
And Zhou Dong has gained a lot of wealth in his cultivator's life so far.
If all the Kraken clan's creatures are included, Zhou Dong's collection of "other people's life savings ......" I'm afraid he won't be able to find it himself.
With such a large amount of resources put together, "Zhou Dong's net worth is so rich that it is jaw-dropping."
The Danfang Yujian given to Ning Rui, Zhou Dong had an overall backup, so when such a wealth was sent out, Zhou Dong was actually quite an innocuous favor, but the shock that his hand brought to others was too great.
Ning Rui casually flipped through a few jade slips, "I feel that I don't know which continent's alchemy school it is, and what I said makes me feel a sense of cheerfulness in front of me." That is a useful supplement and reference for different ideas.
Ning Rui has such "wealth", and she now feels that her happiness is about to suffocate.
With such a huge fortune, "pick and choose from it, find out some unique formulas", strong medicinal effects, simple and easy pills to hand over to everyone, then the efficiency of the alchemists will also be greatly improved.
Ning Rui's eyes became bright and shiny for a while.
At the headquarters of Meishan Shengfeng, Ou Yeqing, the head of the main gate, sat on the top, holding a cup of tea and groaning.
Ouyeqing knew how important a place to enter the Valley of Reincarnation was for a sect.
It's not just a competition for some resources in the eyes of outsiders.
For a sect, any such place is a matter of life and death, and any place is worth trying to fight for.
Therefore, Ouyeqing pays special attention to the movement of Zhou Dong.
"Report the ...... of the Door",
A cultivator who was dressed in extremely ordinary clothes and looked extremely ordinary, and whose aura was extremely ordinary, and who could hardly be found in the crowd again, walked into the main hall without hindrance.
Seeing this person, Ou Yeqing's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Third son, what's going on on with Grandmaster Zhou Dong now?"
Ouyeqing asked eagerly.
The cultivator bowed down extremely respectfully in His Highness.
"Returning to the sect master, Grandmaster Zhou Dong has now arranged the disciples of all trades, and now he is busy instructing the refiners on the refining techniques. βοΌ
"Oh. β
Hearing this, Ou Yeqing nodded deeply, and then frowned lightly, and said to himself: "This can also be regarded as a sharpening knife and cutting wood."
But my Grandmaster Zhou Dong, you must know that the biggest reliance of our Meishan is not on others, but on your hands. β
Ou Yeqing knew how difficult it was to refine a fifth-level great spirit weapon.
It's a fifth-level grandmaster, it's extremely difficult to refine such a spiritual weapon, "You can't succeed without great mental strength, without countless years of effort, after all, you need to lay out a million arrays, these numbers are enough to make people shocked just thinking about it, let alone successfully refining it in the spirit array."
Therefore, the value of a fifth-level spiritual weapon had already reached an immeasurable level.
Even the output of all the production industry disciples in Meishan for several years is far less than the shock of a fifth-level spiritual weapon.
The newly advanced fifth-level grandmaster of the Witch Sect has been advanced for more than three years now.
If everything went well, then there was a certain possibility that he would succeed in refining a fifth-level spirit weapon during these years.
That was the ultimate reliance of the Witch Cult.
And Meishan's biggest reliance is "to hope that Zhou Dong can also come up with such a spiritual weapon."
Zhou Dong has a fifth-level spirit crossbow, "Everyone has seen this."
But everyone knew that it was impossible to get Zhou Dong to take out that great spiritual weapon, after all, it was almost a cultivator's natal spiritual weapon.
Therefore, Ou Yeqing desperately wanted Zhou Dongneng to "refine another fifth-level thing, even if it is simpler" or rougher.
Only then will "Meishan have enough strength to fight against the Wu Cult."
Now that time is pressing, even if Zhou Dong is a fifth-level intermediate, it is extremely difficult to refine a simple fifth-level spiritual weapon within a year.
Ou Yeqing heard that Zhou Dong was still wasting time guiding others, and his heart became fiercely anxious. ,
A few days later, the cultivator named Sanzi once again entered the temple of the main gate master at a rapid speed without passing the transmission.
Ou Yeqing saw the eagerness in this person's eyes, and couldn't help but flow again.
"Third son, tell me, what is Grandmaster Zhou Dong doing now?", listening to the head of the sect, the third son's face was quite strange at the moment.
"Returning to the head of the sect, Zhou Dong, Zhou Dong Grandmaster he ......"
When the third son said this, his voice paused unnaturally for a moment, and then he said again: "The master of the main sect, Grandmaster Zhou Dong, he is now lying motionless on a wicker chair in the Elixir Valley every day, "as if he is sleeping......",
"Ahh
Ou Yeqing was shocked all of a sudden.
"My Grandmaster Zhou Dong, what are you doing here? You don't know how tight the time is now.
This quota for entering the Valley of Reincarnation is closely related to both of us. If you don't work hard, not only will our sect suffer heavy losses, but I'm afraid your wish to enter the Valley of Reincarnation will not be realized. β
Ou Yeqing's face was bitter.
"Sect Master Zhou Dong, are you now conceiving the idea of the Spirit Array in your mind?", Ou Yeqing can only think of this explanation so far. He knew that the refining of the fifth-level great spirit weapon was by no means easy, "if the idea is not in place, it is very likely to give up halfway, and the refining process will not be carried out halfway", and the entire refining process will be ruined.
"Alas!"
Ou Yeqing sighed and said to himself: "I hope Grandmaster Zhou Dong knows everything in his heart and can surprise us in a limited time." β
A few days later, the cultivator called the Third Son once again entered the temple of the Chief Gate Master without passing through the transmission.
Without waiting for the third son to salute, Ou Yeqing couldn't wait to ask: "Third son, what has happened to Grandmaster Zhou Dong these days?"
Listening to the head of the door, the expression on his face became even more strange after the third son gave the salute.
Seeing the expression of the third son, Ou Yeqing felt a "chuckle" in his heart, and his brows wrinkled suddenly.
"Back to the head of the sect, recently, in addition to lying on the rattan chair to sleep, Grandmaster Zhou Dong will also run out to play with an elixir master named Qianqian when he has free time, and the two of them will occasionally run to the endless elixir valley to steal some mì juice rich" The sweet and fluffy lumpy elixir was secretly roasted and eaten.
Sometimes, on a whim, he would run out and transplant a few fruit trees from nowhere, and then desperately use the rain Wu Fu and the elixir that can make the plants grow quickly, so that the fruit trees would open within a few days and bear fruit "two people feasting on ......"
Speaking of this, the third son couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, "Obviously, the fresh fruits that Zhou Dong and Qianqian got are too powerful, and he is still salivating over that taste."
After secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the third son added: "Sect Master, looking at Grandmaster Zhou Dong's appearance, it seems that he is having an extremely good time. βοΌ
"What?"
Ou Yeqing's face was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.
He still couldn't guess what kind of medicine was sold in that little grandmaster's gourd.
He, the master of the main gate, sat here and quickly burned his eyebrows, and he was anxious to have no strength but no place to use it. But people who really have the strength to do things "are not doing things, but they are playing!"
Ou Yeqing felt a nameless fire "soaring" in his heart, and the ground burned, and his teeth hurt all of a sudden.
Ouyeqing knows that "his own fire is definitely not small."
A few more days later, "the cultivator called the Third Son once again entered the temple of the Master of the Main Gate at a rapid speed without any transmission.
This time, Ou Yeqing almost covered his cheeks, "asked the third son with a bitter face."
"Third son, what has been the recent movement of Grandmaster Zhou Dong, has he started refining weapons?"
"Returning to the ...... of the Gate"
After the third son bent down to give a salute, he replied with some excitement: "Grandmaster Zhou Dong still hasn't started refining the weapon, but they are playing more now.
Now, Grandmaster Zhou Dong called out Ning Rui and Fu Yiling, "The two of them can't praise the fresh fruits produced by those fruit trees." βοΌ
Ou Yeqing snorted heavily when he heard this.
When Miko heard this, he realized his gaffe, "As an intelligence officer, it is indeed a great dereliction of duty for him to focus his interest only on that place, rather than on the area of interest of the head master."
The third son immediately lowered his head, "Cold sweat soaked his forehead."
However, the third son was still very stubborn in his heart, arguing for himself, did those fresh fruits taste surprisingly good? Just by looking at their expressions when they ate. ,
The third son also admitted that he was secretly watching a few people eating fruit at that time, and he was almost drooling.
Recently, the "Chief Sect Master" Zhou Dong Sect Master had been wandering around the Elixir Valley as if he was collecting some medicinal herbs, and those fresh fruits were very likely to be the medicinal herbs they needed.
Just the day before yesterday, he and Qianqian also stole a rare elixir from an elixir master in the medicine field that was nearly seven thousand years old. provoked the elixir master to be furious, and in the end, "Grandmaster Zhou Dong made a huge amount of millions of sword coins" made the elixir master laugh and leave with gratitude. βοΌ
"This, where is it!",
Ouyeel was almost at a loss when he heard it.
The information was collected, but he admitted that he couldn't see any clues from the information, and he couldn't see what Zhou Dong was doing now.
"Why isn't heβin a hurry?"
Ou Yeqing felt that his teeth suddenly hurt even more.
After a few more days, the third son rushed into the temple again at a rapid pace.
Ou Yeqing already felt a little numb to Zhou Dong's information, he waved his hand down with a bitter face and shouted: "Don't salute, talk ...... quickly" The third son was quick to talk this time, without any nonsense, and said directly: "Sect Master, it turns out that Grandmaster Zhou Dong has been looking for elixir alchemy a few days ago, and he is preparing to help the elixir master named Qianqian successfully break through the cave void period."
Yesterday, Qianqian broke through, and Grandmaster Zhou Dong seemed to be fine, and he fell asleep again!"
Ouyeqing listened to this, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart.
"My little Grandmaster, do you think that just those more than 3,000 disciples of our Meishan can fight the Wu Ying Sect? β
After a few days of information transmission, there is almost nothing new after that.
In the return of the third son, Zhou Dong spent almost most of his time "sleeping", occasionally waking up, "going to the building outside the valley to have a look", and sometimes playing with the madness of the Thousand Thousand Medicine Valley, stealing some elixir to eat harmlessly.
Later, Ouyeqing was desperate.
He didn't know how Zhou Dong planned it, but since he had completely handed over this matter to that grandmaster, then everything could only be decided by others.
"Alas!",
Ou Yeqing sighed in his heart.
"Leave it to fate. β
The period of the year is fleeting.
The Holy City has reached another important year for the distribution of quotas, and the various sects have also begun to set out with good tribute and goods to the Holy City.
The production in the building built by Zhou Dong has also come to an end, "Zhou Dong ordered people to collect all the output of the year to themselves.
In that year, everyone worked almost day and night, but no one felt tired of hard work, because with the help provided by Zhou Dong, they regarded this year as a critical period for them to strengthen and improve their strength.
A year has passed, everyone is in a relaxed mood and breathed a sigh of relief, everyone turned their heads to look at each other, and they all felt that this year was too fulfilling, and the improvement of everyone's strength and technology made them faintly excited in their hearts.
In the temple, at this moment, only the chief gate master Ou Yeqing and the seven Tribulation Period Protectors were waiting here, they were waiting for Zhou Dong to report on the achievements he had made in the past year.
Ou Yeqing looked at the cold bridge at the next moment.
"Leng Protector, add together the resources that our sect can hand over, how many bases do you estimate to account for?", Ou Yeqing, the sect master, will not personally grasp these trivial matters, so the problem of these money has always been Leng Qiao's personal responsibility.
Leng Qiao bowed and said: "Chief Sect Master" In the past year, I have calculated in detail, our sect does not count the output of Zhou Dong in a year, and can probably come up with seven base resources. Ou Yeqing listened and nodded silently.
This figure is also normal, not much different from the amount of tribute paid in previous times.
Now, Ouyeqing's main concern is actually still there.
Ou Yeqing still frowned lightly at this moment, and asked Leng Qiao again: "Leng Protector, according to your guess, how many base resources do you think Zhou Dong and them can refine this year?", @.