After Huang Tingjing ran seventy-two Zhou Tian, all the pure spiritual energy absorbed was refined, and Ling Xiao slowly collected his strength and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Suddenly, he felt stiff and uncomfortable, and when he looked down, he saw that the dirt on his body had accumulated, and he was wrapped up in a ball, as if he had become a big dumpling, no wonder he was incapacitated.

So he went to the spiritual pool, drew water, and washed.

These dirt are all the root bone impurities discharged after Zhuji Danfa hair is washed, and the amount is too much, which shows how poor Ling Xiao's talent is.

After taking a shower happily, Ling Xiao relaxed and sat on the ground.

"It's a loss to build a foundation of heavenly products, otherwise we wouldn't be able to discharge so much dirt." He muttered to himself, thinking back to the path of foundation building, and was stunned.

At that time, he had no further benefit from cultivating to reach the ninefold peak of qi refining, so he decided to retreat and make the final preparations before building the foundation.

Before the retreat, after three years of study, he had already learned a lot of skills in alchemy, and after more than a year of penance without distractions, he finally reached the realm of entering the hall.

The medicinal materials consumed are also countless, but fortunately, he has a strong net worth and can afford it.

The alchemy technique was a small success, and the green tree also came to the last moment of flowering and fruiting, and in the following nine months, Ling Xiao continued to study alchemy while practicing the Huang Ting Sutra to adjust his mentality.

A month ago, the green tree blossomed and bore fruit, and Ling Xiao began to refine the Heavenly Grade Zhuji Dan.

The process is difficult and sleepy, needless to say, the number of medicinal materials alone is greatly stretched.

There is only one main material such as Jin Xiuluo, Cloud Grass, and Star Flame Vine, and no matter how much it is squeezed and saved, it can only support four or five times of furnace opening.

After four successive failures, he almost despaired.

However, at the desperate juncture, the clouds saw the sun, and the soul was blessed, and the furnace was successfully condensed for the fifth time.

To his surprise, the clues of the so-called "Heavenly Product Foundation Building Ceremony" did not appear, not even a trace of signs.

After being prompted by the Thousand Longevity Silver Needle, Ling Xiao learned that the foundation building ceremony was not only related to the monks who refined the medicine, but also about the many medicinal materials used.

Grass and trees, there is spirit.

Their concern and longing also have the probability of becoming a kind of foundation building ceremony.

What Bi Qingshu and Jin Xiuluo hope for the most is, of course, Ling Xiao's success in building the foundation. And the Cloud Grass, the Star Flame Vine, the Infant Yuan San, the Rootless Dust, etc., are either stunned and green from the secret realm and have nothing to worry about, or they are soulless dead things that don't even have thoughts.

With the same goal, and Ling Xiao and a group of herbs can be said to have a common heart, "foundation building success" has become the ritual itself.

Such a thing, even the well-informed Qianshou Silver Needle, is also amazed.

No matter what the reason, Ling Xiaotianpin's success in building the foundation is already a sure thing.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao couldn't help but secretly luck the Huang Ting Sutra, feeling the absorption speed of the heaven and earth aura, and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

It is worthy of being a heaven-grade hair-cutting marrow, which greatly "optimizes" his root bones, meridians, and flesh, not only absorbing the aura twice as fast as before, but also the mana in the body is faintly viscous!

Mana in such a state means that his dantian can hold more mana than a monk of the same level!

The so-called people with profound mana are like this.

Of course, the current Ling Xiao was far less powerful than the mana strength of a monk of the same level.

After all, before him, he was a forging monk.

After Huang Tingjing went through penance, he was able to reach the third level of the realm, thanks to the huge aura he had just absorbed, and he broke through the bottleneck of Huang Tingjing!

Only when the Huang Ting Sutra reaches the fourth layer can it be regarded as the real "foundation-building" realm mana.

The mana is still insufficient, but the strength is the real foundation, Ling Xiao is now a punch of 10,000 catties, it can be said that it is at his fingertips, not only far beyond ordinary people, but even better than all the forging monks of the same level.

In the next few days, there was no movement in Ling Xiao's manor.

This situation seems to confirm the speculation of the outside world - Ling Xiao's failure to build the foundation.

Although Ling Xiao has not been famous and isolated over the years, in fact, there are still many people who are secretly paying attention to him.

Suddenly, countless news centered on Linfeng City and passed to the Northern Liang Kingdom in all directions, some people regretted, some people gloated, and perhaps, some people breathed a sigh of relief.

In Linfeng City, people are happy and celebrate with firecrackers, as if they were celebrating a festival.

Everyone only hopes that the "shame of the wind" will go mad and die, no matter how bad it is, they also pray that this guy will not be able to withstand failure, and from then on they will be disheartened and sunk, and they will never come out again.

Ling Xiao occasionally went out to run errands, and also participated in several celebratory banquets by the way, while eating and drinking, he saw everything in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel sad for his "popularity".

If you want to ask him how he got in, this is simple, as long as he scolds Ling Xiao and Qingfeng Guan before entering the door, someone will definitely welcome him and come up to call him brother.

The list goes on.

And Ling Xiao himself seems to have fulfilled people's wishes, and will not appear again for a long time in the future.

……

In the cold and frozen wilderness, there is no village in front of the village, and there is no shop in the back, and a sheep intestine path extends from afar, and then extends into the distance.

Ding-dong!

Ding-dong!

On the path, a priest was ushered in, he rode a small gray donkey, a small bell was tied around the donkey's neck, and the Taoist priest hummed a small tune, which was in harmony with the bell.

I saw that he was carrying a wine gourd, his robe was black here, there was a hole, and his face was also unkempt, looking depressed, but his expression was comfortable.

Suddenly, the wind blew, rolling the frost, and the little gray donkey was so cold that he stopped moving.

The Taoist kicked it a few times, but it was still difficult to resist it, so he had to climb down, glared at it, and said: "It's useless, you walk like this, when will I arrive at the imperial capital?" ”

scolded and scolded, but the Taoist priest still took out the fresh grass grain, fed it to the little gray donkey, and then led it to a tree.

This tree grows luxuriantly, covered like a big umbrella, just enough to shelter from the wind and snow.

The Taoist priest made a fire and sat on the roots of the tree.

The firelight shone brightly, and I saw that his face was plain, the kind that could no longer be found in the pile, only the eyes reflected the firelight, but it was indescribably shining and abundant.

This Taoist priest is none other than Ling Xiao.

After he built the foundation, even Huang Tingjing didn't care about cultivation, wasted the manor and fields, and exchanged a lot of spiritual stones for grain, wine and other things, and quietly left Linfeng City, pretending to be a Luotuo Taoist, and went to the imperial capital of Beiliang.

How long the trip will take, he doesn't know.

But where this behavior will go, he has already decided.

Taking out the ingredients from the storage bag, Ling Xiao skillfully set up a pot to boil water, threw 3 "frost partridges" into the water, covered the lid and cooked.

After the foundation was built, the aura provided by the molten crucian carp and the ingots in the past was far from enough, and even the millet shrimp seemed reluctant, and Ling Xiao's recipe naturally had to be updated.

The Frost Partridge is a second-order spirit animal, with delicious flesh, rich aura, and a lot of price, a fist-sized one that requires 200 spirit stones.

And 3 frosty partridges are enough to cook a pot of soup.

Ling Xiao cooked patiently, but in about ten minutes, there was already a fragrance under the tree.

The little gray donkey's eyes lit up, staring at the boiling soup, and his saliva kept flowing, as if he knew that the good was near.

After a while, Ling Xiao put in some spiritual grass foam, the aroma became more and more tangy, he hurriedly extinguished the flames, Mei Zizi served himself a bowl, and then picked up the partridge skeleton and threw it to the little gray donkey next to him.

One man and one donkey feast.

Just as he was eating happily, Ling Xiao suddenly looked different and looked towards the path.

A few minutes later, a team of mules and horses came in the wind and snow.

"It's too much snow, let's find a place to rest first!"

In the whistling wind, there was a faint shout, followed by a echo.