The secluded garden is quiet and unfounded, and from time to time, a refreshing and refreshing spiritual energy emanates from the inside out, attracting passers-by to stop and explore.

However, due to the barrier of a special formation, there was only an ethereal and hazy snow-colored mist in his eyes.

The strange aura flashed and another furnace of spirit grass was successfully cultivated, and the difference between spirit plant cultivation and refining pills was almost heaven and earth, and the possibility of failure was extremely small.

Carefully putting the cultivated spirit plant into the storage ring, which had expanded by an unknown amount of space, Jiang Wanqing gave up going to the Central Imperial City to submit the task after careful consideration.

The distance is too far and I don't know how much cultivation time it will take, it is better to wait for the future to finish cultivating and take some time to pass, the spirit stone is not the most important thing for her now, and the big competition in the sect is imminent.

There is nothing wrong with letting the shopkeeper of Baicaolou wait patiently.

The mission hall of Youshi was very deserted, Jiang Wanqing had just arrived and met a familiar figure, Qiu Zhi, who had been drooping his eyes since he came in, seemed to be blind to everything, and left after choosing the task of the familiar road.

Akizhi entered the outer gate at the beginning, and the aura she exudes now is stronger than herself.

Jiang Wanqing shook her head and sighed lightly, never thinking that she was inferior to a maid next to the second female in comparison.

But superficial strength doesn't mean everything.

The retracted gaze swept to the top of the low-level taskbar, corresponding to the most difficult and rewarding tasks to complete.

Among them, the first place is a task that is basically impossible for the Miscellaneous Peak and even the outer gate, which is called: "Phantom Light Experience." ”

Without the help of any external force, go to the designated place in the misty forest to defeat the third-order demon beast arranged by the sect, and the external force corresponds to the contract demon beast, special puppet and other factors that do not belong to their own strength.

Only by relying on your own true strength, after completing the experience, you can obtain a unique sword skill: "Phantom Light Swordsmanship", as well as the title of "King" that belongs to you.

It is not just a task, but also a special honor, which will benefit the sect and the future path of cultivating immortals for life, which is a great honor.

And this task is only available to the disciples of the Miscellaneous Duty Peak.

Jiang Wanqing stared at the most special and conspicuous gilt font on the taskbar, feeling her heartbeat slightly faster, and tried to imagine that if the Phantom Light Sword Technique released on the Great Competition in the Sect, the dazzling brilliance seemed to have explained everything.

But it's just thinking about it, it's a question of whether the second-order demon beast can survive if there is no rain and rain, let alone the third-order demon beast equivalent to the Jindan stage.

Jiang Wanqing, who shouldn't have been in the mood, chose a few tasks that were neither easy nor difficult for her, except for one of which was more difficult to defeat the demon beast guards, the rest were easy for her.

What the Dao Heart gave her was not only the calm of Anran, but also the calm self-confidence that occupied a great aspect, and with the improvement of strength, the advantage of having the Dao Heart of the Self will become more and more obvious.

Jiang Wanqing still remembered the last incident of being surrounded by wolves, although it was only a false alarm, but she had to admit that the forest at night was several times more dangerous than during the day.

So Jiang Wanqing planned to set off again tomorrow, and as soon as she left the mission hall, she felt a touch of coldness above her head, and the white snow fluttered into her eyes.

Before you know it, it's the depths of winter, and the mundane Spring Festival seems to be coming, but for the monk, no, it should be a monk like her, whether the festival is the same.

Jiang Wanqing returned to the courtyard prepared for her by the second male with a slightly complicated mood, but found that there were some rare spirit grasses in the house.

Jiang Wanqing smiled helplessly, knowing that she couldn't find it even if she wanted to find it, so she could only be forced to accept these spirit grasses, but this night she didn't cultivate, but lit the stove and looked at the snow outside the window, relaxed and gradually fell asleep.

The next day, Jiang Wanqing got up early in the morning, sat on the paper crane and headed in the direction of the misty forest.