Gu Yanfang is located in the desert, the roads are made of sand and stone, Chen Donghe took Li Yuanjiao and walked for a while, then listened to the sound of selling in all directions, raised his eyes, and there were people everywhere.

Li Yuanjiao walked this way, and told Chen Donghe the news of Li Xuanfeng's foundation, Chen Donghe's face looked a little better, but his tone was a little natural, and he replied:

"Xuan Feng has been different from ordinary people since he was a child, he has the best talent among the brothers, and he should build a foundation."

The two walked for a while, Chen Donghe's face had returned to normal, pointed to the noisy crowd around him, and explained:

"Although the Guyan Desert is full of sand and soil, it does not support people, but it produces a large number of spiritual objects and ores, and the monks who are bordering on all sides are crowded here, so the fetal monks in this Fang City far exceed Guanyun Peak."

He looked left and right, and his voice became lower and lower, gradually changing to mana:

"In the final analysis, it is the Golden Feather Sect that has a little control over the temple clans under its rule, plus the registration of scattered cultivators, balancing the struggle between scattered cultivators, so most of the low-level cultivators can survive smoothly and steadily, and the number is several times that of Qingchi."

Li Yuanjiao looked at the spirit of the people around him, nodded, and replied:

"But the number of purple mansions, foundation building, and qi cultivation in the Qingchi Sect is the largest in the Yue Kingdom, in fact, for the fetal breath monks, the resources created by them are far less than allowing them to be annexed and killed on a regular basis......

"In this way, incompetence will naturally give way to the capable and talented, and good resources will not be wasted on mediocre talents."

The Li family has been mixed under the Qingchi Sect for so many years, and they are deeply connected, so they are naturally insightful, Li Yuanjiao continued:

"In the same territory, the small clan of fetal breath cultivation can only grow one kind of spiritual rice, and they have to rub, argue, and fight with each other, which is not as good as the organized and high-level foundation building family."

His gaze swept over the stall at his feet, and he sighed:

"But I have to admit that the clan system, clan system, and methods of the Qingchi Sect must be more clever and ruthless, and more complete and secretive... In order to grow from a small sect on Qingchi Mountain to a behemoth to this day. ”

Chen Donghe was silent, and the two tacitly changed the topic in this depressing atmosphere, Li Yuanjiao frowned and said:

"Uncle Donghe, I brought a bottle of [Xiaoqing Aura], this is the most common thing, but I have never seen anyone sell it... Why is that? ”

Chen Donghe pointed to the yellow sand everywhere and explained:

"[Xiaoqing Reiki] to collect aura in the deep mountains and mountains, here in the desert, naturally can not collect this thing, since ancient times, there are many alternative methods, now most of them use [small quicksand gas] to replace, most of them do not use this thing in practice, not only rare and cheap......"

Chen Donghe explained, Li Yuanjiao was stunned, and the two of them found a shop to hang the [Blue Blade] on it, and exchanged it for fifty spirit stones.

Although this thing is a pair of magic weapons, and it is a mid-grade Qi training, it is a pity that the curved blade double knife is too rare, and after a few rounds of discussion, it is only exchanged for a decent price.

Li Yuanjiao took these spirit stones, and his heart was relieved:

'No wonder most Qi cultivators use fetal breath magic weapons, these fifty spirit stones are enough for ordinary Qi cultivators to spend more than ten years without cultivating, if they have to spend money to buy food, this time will more than double... Forty years, a magic weapon... A few more forty years! ’

Fu took out the Demon Cultivation Sledgehammer captured by Li Qinghong from the storage bag, practiced Qi and finished it, only worth thirty spirit stones, and then sold the rest of the fetal breath magic weapons, plus Li Qinghong's nine, almost a hundred spirit stones.

[Xiaoqing Spiritual Qi] is cheap and scarce here, Li Yuanjiao had to put it away, Chen Donghe took six spirit stones and stuffed them in his hand, barely enough to make up the big head, and there are still more than a dozen spirit stones left vacant.

Xi Zhi said in the letter that although Yuan Tuan could give some spirit stones, it was really not worth it to build a foundation for these spirit stones. ’

He put away all the things, and the two walked out of Fang City together, driving the wind in the vast desert, Li Yuanjiao hesitated for a moment, and walked towards Chen Donghe:

"Is there a way to earn spirit stones in the desert?"

Chen Donghe pondered for a moment and replied:

"There are some, but most of them will take a few years, not to mention that they can't get together more than ten spirit stones."

Li Yuanjiao could only give up, handed over a few pills on his body to Chen Donghe, and said in a low voice:

"Uncle Donghe, what happened to [Jinyang Huangyuan]?"

"It's already eighty percent."

Chen Donghe took out a jade jade bottle from the storage bag and replied:

"It will take a year and a half, and this Jinyang Huangyuan will be there!"

"Okay."

Li Yuanjiao praised and replied:

"Then I'll go back to the clan first, Uncle Donghe take care, and after a while, I'll come to greet you in person."

The two said some parting words, and Li Yuanjiao agreed to worship Li Tongya for him, and left in the wind.

…………

Yeonghae-gun.

at home.

Linghai Yu's family has been a family for many years, and the disciples of the clan worship many immortal peaks in the Qingchi Sect to practice, and the various veins in the clan support different immortal peaks, and even fight with each other for power and profit.

In the empty city, the streets and alleys were clean, and the neighborhoods were empty, except for the faint voice of a person in the main hall at the highest point in the city, which turned out to be a few foundation building monks of the Yu family, standing in a row in ten twists.

The patriarchs of these veins had never met each other, and even to discuss the affairs of their families, they had ordered people to pass on the word, but now they all landed in this empty city, with respectful faces and different clothes, standing quietly.

On the main hall in front of him sat a black-robed monk, holding a belly that looked like a pregnant woman for six months, his face was full of oil, grinning and laughing, pausing from time to time, and gasping deeply.

"Is the mage still satisfied?"

Among the Yu family, the eldest old man standing at the front came out with a smile, and asked in a loud voice, and saw that Murong Xia grinned and replied:

"Satisfied! So satisfied! Or is your family the most generous, with 16,000 people, or you are the most wise in your family, and you are not attached to this mortal child. ”

"Hahaha, it's good if the mage is satisfied! It's good if the mage is satisfied! ”

The lonely wind shuttled in the empty streets, making a whirring wind, which made the old man of the Yu family smile, very satisfied in his heart, and said secretly:

This one is about to become Maha! If it weren't for the exchange of interests between the two immortals, where would we be able to get the characters in the Yu family? Now that he has not yet cultivated Maha, wouldn't it be nice to earn a good favor? ’

So the smile of the face was even more enthusiastic, and then he asked:

"Is this city enough for adults? If it is not enough, I will find some people who will be blessed with great blessings, wash them carefully, and go to the mage's belly to enjoy the blessings. ”

The monk was half-lying on the golden throne, humming and chirping a few syllables, his belly was like being pregnant for six months, and his exposed belly was full of purple marks, and he smiled:

"No, no, no! One hundred and six thousand seven hundred and fifty-six people have already made it up, and if there are any more, I am afraid that my blessed land will be blown up. ”

He groaned twice, as if in his stomach, and after a few breaths he continued:

"Since I have done good deeds and Zen, I will naturally no longer follow the path of pity and impotence, and now I will become a Maha in the preach! After that, I will take back the cultivation I have accumulated in my previous life, and go further! ”

This mage is naturally Murong Xia, the mage who passed through the Li family back then, and now he has walked all the way for more than ten years, eaten all the way, and has walked to Linghai County on foot, sitting on top with a belly, smacking his lips, and shouting:

"The old man is going to come to his senses! The old man is going to come to his senses! ”

The Yu family naturally congratulated for a while, and when they saw Murong Xia bleeding from under him, he turned over, as if adjusting his posture, and shouted:

"Wow!"

"Bang!"

The big belly exploded suddenly, flowing out bursts of strange fragrance, releasing one colorful light after another, and the sound of the wind whirring in the belly, the extravagant sound of silk and bamboo, and the laughter of men, women and children suddenly became stronger, and it was in the ears.

Among the various organs that were bleeding, a baby jumped out of Murong Xia's belly, and he grew in the wind, and in a moment he had the appearance of seventeen or eighteen years old, neither male nor female, feminine and compassionate, with six arms behind him and in front of him, each holding a magic weapon.

The golden powder on his body fell with his actions, and immediately turned into people of all sizes, cheering and running all over the ground.

When the Yu family saw this strange scene, their hearts were flustered, and they retreated again and again, and this non-male and non-female thing turned around, picked up the motionless body of Murong Xia from the ground, like eating a cucumber, and swallowed it in four or five bites.

"It tastes good."

The corners of this Maha's mouth were bloody, and his body swelled, and after a short time, it turned into the size of a small mountain, covering the sky and the sun, stepping on the houses and cities, and his lips opened lightly, making a feminine and mysterious voice:

"This seat Murong Xia, today he preached the Ninth Maha, hooked up with the [Six Paths of Compassion and Beauty], and obtained great magical powers... Seven days later, welcome to all of you......"

This voice flowed like water waves, echoing in the Taixu, and the sound of congratulatory congratulations came out in the Taixu, and monks from all sects and sects in the north and south came to congratulate him, and Murong Xia stood proudly, standing quietly in Linghai County.

Murong Xia's eyes moved, and he was about to say a few big words, but the void in front of him was torn apart, and a man in white broke out of the air, holding a sword in his arms, and looked at him quietly.

The man's face was hidden in the mist, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly, but Murong Xia stopped abruptly, unable to speak for a while, and the sound of joy in the void disappeared, and the heaven and earth were silent.

"On... Shangyuan..."

Murong Xia was neither male nor female, a trace of fear flashed extremely abruptly on his face full of compassion, and the fourteen slender hands also lowered one after another.

Shangyuan Zhenren only held the sword, stared at him coldly, and said softly:

"Go back to Yan Kingdom."

Murong Xia was still arrogant, and suddenly became dumbfounded, as if he was deflated, he turned into the size of an ordinary person, and he burrowed into the void without saying a word, and disappeared.

The rest of the Yu family was still kneeling on the ground and shivering, and Shangyuan Zhenren didn't look at it, and also escaped into the void, leaving an empty city and the two huge footprints in the empty city.

"Whew!"

The Yu family wiped their sweat, glanced at each other, snorted coldly, and dispersed.

…………

Yuting Mountain.

Li Qinghong said goodbye to Li Yuanjiao, and only practiced on Yuting Peak for a while, only to feel that the [Sky Danger Sparrow] in his body was restless, his heart was bored, and his cultivation was slow.

"How so?"

She lowered the spear in her hand horizontally, and a wave of doubt rose to her thoughts:

"Could it be that there is a demon cultivator somewhere in the house, or there is blood somewhere that affects my qi...! Or maybe it's been too long... Over the years, the fight has been clean and neat, and you can see it within a few moves. ”

Everyone has their own path, Li Qinghong is not the life of quiet cultivation, if you want to fight to kill the enemy, the blood-stained spear can be easy to improve, and now it has been cultivating on Yuting Mountain for almost ten years, and it is naturally getting slower and slower.

"Offended that monster, Dali Mountain can't enter and exit wantonly, and most of the monsters on Mochizuki Lake are in the undercurrent at the bottom of the lake, and it is difficult to hide..."

She remembered her family, and she couldn't go too far, so she just sat on Yuting Mountain, holding a gun and looking at the morning glow, but she heard a noise, and her ears were full of the creak of snow.

"Auntie!"

Li Xijun stepped on the snow, arched his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"A monk came to the lake and built a shed at the foot of the mountain to practice."

"Monk?"

Because of Li Tongya's incident, Li Qinghong hated monks the most in his life, and immediately frowned, picked up his gun, and said coldly:

"What cultivation?!"

"It should be a monk."

Li Xijun replied, raising his eyebrows, for fear that Li Qinghong would be impulsive, and immediately added:

"Auntie, this person is going south as a mere monk, presumably all relied on, and please aunt be cautious and don't risk yourself."

"I know."

Li Qinghong held the gun, his apricot eyes widened slightly, and replied:

"But you can't let him sit at the foot of this mountain, what if you want to wait for Brother Jiao to come back? Send and ask why this bald donkey has come to your door. ”

After a pause, Li Qinghong replied:

"Li Jing knows that he is ready to transport... Suppress this fang. ”

"The head of the house already knows."

Li Xijun nodded knowingly, and the two of them arrived at the big array hub array, Li Qinghong pressed his slender hand to the array plate, and his spiritual sense explored with the help of the array, and sure enough, he saw a monk sitting in a piece of grass and trees at the foot of the mountain.

This monk has a brown robe, wide cuffs, a ring scar on his head, a round face, small eyes and thin eyebrows, and his appearance is not ugly, but it is really not atmospheric.

He sat cross-legged with a staff on his lap, a bronze ring dangling, and his eyes closed.

Li Xijun ordered to go down, and after a while, he saw a slight movement in the big array, An Siwei carried the gun, walked forward with a vigilant face, and said in a low voice:

"In the next Li family... I don't know the bhikkhus... Coming from afar, can you give advice? ”

The monk opened his eyes and spoke:

"Little monk Yanguo [Liaohe Temple] Kongheng, I hope to see the Lord of Yuting Peak, please ask for me."

An Siwei had already been instructed by Li Xijun before going down the mountain, so he nodded and asked:

"I don't know what Master Kongheng has to say, reveal one or two, I'll go up the mountain and please."

Kong Heng paused, and said warmly:

"The little monk has no malice, but it is the point of the release and the opportunity, so he came thousands of miles to wait for the peak master here."

An Siwei naturally couldn't return in vain like this, so he asked a few more words, and the monk turned over and over these words, so he had to retreat and go up the mountain to report the words.

Li Qinghong has never had a good impression of Shi Xiu, shook his head when he heard the words, and replied:

"I don't know the background of this monk's identity, and he won't beat him to death at once, if he wants to wait, let him wait, and send another person to Xiao's house to ask what this [Liaohe Temple] is."

The two of them went down in response, and Li Qinghong's cultivation was difficult to progress, so he took out the two secret methods in "Purple Thunder Secret Yuan Gong" and studied them silently.

After reading silently for a few days, An Siwei came up with a gun and said in a deep voice:

"Peak Master, this person first waved the banner of medicine to cure the disease, but the people in the town were once harmed by Murong Xia, and they had palpitations, and no one paid attention to him."

"This monk didn't care either, and now he lives at the foot of the mountain and cultivates alone!"

Li Qinghong put away the jade slip and said softly:

"What does the Xiao family say?"

(End of chapter)