The ears of wheat swayed and hung heavily, a blue light flashed on the branches, and there was a rustle, and this small patch of vegetation was much stronger.

Bai Zichen pinched his fingers and swiped, his fingertips flowed, and after a few breaths, he was already out of breath and felt exhausted.

"Wow, Brother Chen, you are really powerful, you have cultivated the Yimu Qing Divine Technique so quickly, if you want my father and mother to know, you must educate me again."

The white fat man learned that he had cultivated the Yimu Qing Divine Technique, and pulled him to the edge of the spiritual field early in the morning to open his eyes.

Bai Zichen knew about his family's affairs, and it took him forty days to get started with the Yimu Qing Divine Technique, which was quite slow.

He is not other children, three days of fishing, two days of drying nets to learn by interest, but seriously put a lot of energy and time into it, which can only prove that he has limited talent in this auxiliary spell.

But it's the first spell I learned, and looking at the changes in the wheat in front of me after casting the spell, I still have a little achievement in my heart.

"Patriarch, do you have any news coming back?"

"No, I heard my father say that Qingfeng Sect has dispatched another team of disciples, and even the hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall has personally dispatched it, and the momentum is very huge." The white fat man shook the marbles in his hand heartlessly, and shared the news he had found out with his good brother, "Brother Chen, you are so talented, are you going to worship Qingfeng Gate in the future?" ”

"Qingfeng Gate...... Look, people have high requirements for accepting apprentices, especially for the children of immortal cultivation families like us. ”

Although Bai Zichen knew that the Qingfeng family had a great cause, and whether it was cultivation exercises or cultivation resources, it was far beyond what the Bai family could provide, but he didn't particularly yearn for it in his heart.

Maybe it's because I feel that the place of the sect is not as reassuring as in the family, and it is full of a sense of unknown.

"If only I could cultivate to the fourth level of qi refining before the age of twenty-five, I told my father, and then I will follow him on a caravan, and I can go to different places and meet different people every month, so this kind of life is interesting. If you really want me to stay in my room, one cultivation will be ten days and half a month, and I can't bear it. ”

The white fat man lay on the stack of wood, squinting his eyes and thinking about his future.

"Of course, if I can have an adventure, it would be better to become a sword immortal, my dream since childhood is to be able to resist the sword and become a powerful sword immortal!"

"There will be a chance, there are not several flying sword refining methods in the clan, and when you grow up, let the elders help you refine one."

The corners of Bai Zichen's mouth were brought out with a smile, the price of the flying sword far exceeds that of the same level magic weapon, in addition to the fact that the lethality is indeed strong and can be used as a flying magic weapon, a large part of the reason is that becoming a sword immortal is everyone's dream when they were children, and they pay for their feelings.

"Forget it, how can I be qualified to take the turn of the flying sword in the clan, it is better to rely on my own spirit stones than to use them to buy pills."

It is rare for the white fat man of the optimistic faction to show a wry smile, and the young man who embarks on the immortal path is always much more mature than ordinary people of the same age, "Brother Chen, you are the three spiritual roots, and you will have good luck in the future and the opportunity to impact the foundation building period, if you really want to be, don't forget to pull me." ”

The white fat man is the worst Wulinggen qualification, so he will say that the flying sword is distributed within the clan, and it will not be his turn.

This lazy appearance is not concerned about all things in cultivation, perhaps because he knows that no matter how hard he works, it is difficult to achieve something on the immortal path.

"It's too good to build a foundation, let's think about how long it will take to reach the second layer of qi refining."

Bai Zichen also went to the firewood stack, and the whole person fell into half of it, which was fluffy and soft, and it was indeed quite comfortable.

"By the way, when it comes to flying swords, do you know in what order the flying swords in the clan are distributed, whether they are high or low in cultivation or potential?"

"Hey, Brother Chen'er asked me this question, I really asked the right person, I pestered my mother to figure this out a few years ago."

The white fat man's depressed mood came and went quickly, and he happily showed off his knowledge, "The flying sword in the clan is a kind of ink bamboo sword, but there are two grades in it, the difference is that the Xuanmo bamboo as the main material is a first-order middle grade or a first-order upper grade. ”

"The Mozhu Sword that goes out is naturally inferior, so if you stay in your own door, you can squeeze out a Mozhu Sword every five years on average and reward it to the monks in the clan."

"According to the practice over the years, the clansmen who are rewarded with flying swords must meet the following characteristics - they are under the age of thirty, have the hope of impacting the late stage of qi refining in the short term, and have outstanding contributions to the family, Brother Chen, if you really have the intention of using the Ink Bamboo Sword, you can plan to get up in a few years."

A second-class ink bamboo sword will cost five hundred spirit stones for sale in the market, and the high-grade ink bamboo sword will only be more expensive. Ordinary family monks rely on their own savings, which can only be expected.

"In the early stage of qi refining, two spirit stones a year will be subsidized, and in the middle stage of qi refining, five spirit stones a year will be subsidized, and only twenty spirit stones will be given to the clan in the late stage of qi refining, and it is too slow to save money simply by relying on family welfare. Again, as I thought before, it is better to master a money-making craft in order to make a fortune quickly. ”

There is really a chance to get the Mozhu Sword, of course Bai Zichen has to fight.

On the road of cultivating immortals, fighting for that chance of immortality is a process of fighting, fighting with people, with the sky, and with the Great Dao.

"Okay, fatty, in the future, I will become a monk in the foundation building period, so I will buy you the most central shop location in Qingfeng Gate Market, and sell whatever you want, so that you can do business happily!"

Qingfeng Gate City gathers the largest flow of monks in Montenegro County, and each shop can be called a cornucopia, and countless goods flow in and are bought from here.

Any shop, the annual rent will be thousands of spirit stones, not to mention the lease of permanent buyout, that will be an astronomical amount.

Infected by the emotions of the white fat man, Bai Zichen said what was in his heart excitedly, and his biggest dream in front of him was to become a foundation building monk.

After 200 years of life, he has become a big man in Montenegro County, and at the same time, he really has the ability to protect himself.

……

"Broken! Break! Break! ”

The three fingers of the Thin Daoist pointed out, and three golden rays of light shot out with an overwhelming force, completely piercing the Chong Void Sword Array, and the original sword light suddenly stopped.

At this time, it was clear that the three golden rays of light were three golden shuttles the length of the palms, which happened to hit the eye of the sword formation, causing it to malfunction.

After more than ten days of continuous attack, the sword qi of the Chongxu Sword Formation was continuously consumed, and after the Xiu Immortal Family paid more than thirty lives, the sword array finally reached the time when the oil ran out. Thinking of the treasures that might be hidden in the third layer of the Five Peaks Temple, the hearts of the Thin Daoists were hot, and the ten fingers became a trick, and the mana of the whole body surged, and when he slapped down, the entire mountain shook for a moment.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

In an instant, more than a dozen sword lights shot outward from the cave, and the Thin Daoist man stopped half of them with his hand, but there were still five or six sword lights rushing past him too fast.

It happened to be the critical moment of breaking the mansion, in order to allow the disciples of the sect to enter as soon as possible, the team of the Xiuxian family had been replaced, and all the disciples of the Qingfeng Sect who were facing the sword light in front of them were in front of them.

The first two disciples didn't react at all, and they were taken away by the sword light and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the remaining sword light was about to fly away, the few sword lights under the pocket of his hand were still jumping and beating, and he couldn't spare a trace of energy, so he could only shout angrily: "Idiot, don't hurry up and join forces to stop these flying swords, take a hand, the ancestor wants you to look good!" ”

Several purple-robed elders finally reacted, sacrificed magic weapons, and entangled with these sword lights, trying to suppress the capture.

The large array dispersed, and slowly appeared in front of everyone's eyes five hillock-like dirt slopes, glittering with a metallic luster. and a towering stone monument, imbued with the atmosphere of ancient times.