Fang Jianyin's face was solemn, and at this point, the battle was not just a matter of competing for the best Golden Spirit Yuan, but the reputation of the younger generation of the Terran Race in the Mountains and Seas. If he loses again, not only will the glory of the previous hundred years of genius be ruined, but it will also affect the reputation of the sect.

However, Fang Jianyin is a sword cultivator, what is a sword cultivator? Rather bend than bend, the Dao heart is firm, forge ahead, never say die, it is for sword cultivation!

No matter how strong the enemy is, this battle side will not back down.

But the development of the situation was beyond Fang Jianyin's expectations, first of all, the blood ape's side had to go back to rest and recuperate, and fight again on another day. This is normal, people have fought twice, and it is appropriate to take a break from pranayama.

The next day, before the blood ape appeared, the messenger of the trial camp appeared, and Xin Rufeng, the presiding elder of the Shenxiao Sect, sent someone to spread the word, and Fang Jianyin immediately returned, asking about important matters.

What is the important matter of this joint at the moment? Fang Jianyin knew that he did not set off immediately, but stood on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the ape clan camp in the distance, as if he was waiting for something.

However, the other party disappointed him, from early morning to afternoon, he did not see the palpitating red shadow. Helpless, Fang Jianyin had to sigh and leave.

Looking at Fang Jianyin's departing back, Gao Yangxun sighed, "Fang Jianyin won't come back. Blood ape, no one can control it!"

Everyone was silent.

"If I don't go back, Blood Ape, no one can control it!" An hour later, in the presiding room of the trial camp, Fang Jianyin also shouted the same words to Xin Rufeng.

Xin Rufeng asked rhetorically: "If you go back, you will definitely be able to make a blood ape?"

Fang Jianyin's eyes had flames jumping suddenly, and he only said one word: "Yes!"

Xin Rufeng said coldly: "Then what? shake the foundation, cultivate to a big drop, and be heavily injured, and even unable to participate in the selection of the upper domain sect in the next year?"

Fang Jianyin's lips tightened, and his fists clenched. Xin Rufeng's inference is not a lie, if he fights with the blood ape, the victory or defeat should be five or five, and at worst, both lose, it is best for him to be slightly higher and win, but the fruit of this victory must be unbearable.

Fang Jianyin was still unwilling to give up, and said: "Seventh Uncle, our Shenxiao Sect is all sword cultivators, retreating in the face of setbacks, knowing the difficulties and fearing to advance, and being cowardly in the heart, then the sword heart will be dusty, the sword edge will be dull, and the Seventh Master Uncle will ......."

Xin Rufeng said: "Sword cultivation is not only sword cultivation, but also heart cultivation, the more frustrated the sword cultivation becomes, the more courageous it becomes, but it will not know that it cannot be done." If you have an 80% chance of winning, I will allow you to fight. ”

Eighty percent? Is there really eighty percent of his sword Yin will wait for now? It is precisely because he is a sword cultivator, his Dao heart is clear, and he does not deceive the enemy or himself, so he can only hang his head and be speechless.

Xin Rufeng sighed, he knew that this avoidance of the battle would more or less affect Fang Jianyin's sword heart, but no matter how enterprising Fang Jianyin himself was, he was the head of the Shenxiao Sect after all, and he was the star of the sect, Xin Rufeng would never allow this genius disciple with infinite possibilities in the future to fold here.

Gao Yangxun's words became a prophecy, and Fang Jianyin really did not appear again. But the humans and apes have not stopped challenging each other, and most of the trialists have not yet succeeded in Jin Lingyuan.

For the next three days, the terrifying blood ape did not appear, only a white ape and a gray ape haunted the flybridge, launching rounds of challenges.

Luo Xiao has basically seen the strength of the major sects in the past few days, and there is one group that has attracted his attention - Tianjiao in the lower domain.

In the battle of Tianjiao in the lower region every ten years, the top thirty in each domain are selected to be sent to the middle domain, and Luo Xiao was once the best among them, but by mistake, he took a completely different path. Luo Xiao didn't see any acquaintances here, this is a normal thing, in his Tianjiao battle, except for him, the exception, the strongest under him, that is, Ren Duxing of the Xinghai Kingdom, is just an eighth-order White Tiger Warrior. From the eighth order to psychic, even if you come to the middle realm with good aura and sufficient spiritual elixir, don't expect it for ten or eight years.

Therefore, the "seniors" that Luo Xiao saw were generally over forty years old, and there were only a handful of them under forty. All of them are full of wind and frost, most of them are in the spiritual realm, and many of them have just stepped into the psychic realm. Not to mention that compared with the four great heavenly pride, even the most ordinary sect disciples are more high-spirited than them.

In the three consecutive days of challenges, Luo Xiao didn't see a single "senior" fighting-of course, you can't criticize them, if you really play, these people are basically impossible to win the Golden Spirit Yuan, but instead give the ape spirit spirit root.

Since they don't have the strength to fight, how can they gather the five elements?

The answer is: buy!

Luo Xiao saw that in the past few days, these former Heavenly Masters of the Lower Domain have been in constant contact with the trialists of various sects who had gained before, trying to buy the surplus Jin Lingyuan in their hands, of course, they are basically middle-grade, and there is no quasi-high-grade.

Despite this, there are actually very few people who have a surplus of Jin Lingyuan, and even if they do, most of them will be used to make friends with the same family, or to be friends of other sects with similar spirits, and they will not consider selling it at all if they are not really nervous at hand. This has caused a situation where there are more monks and less porridge, and there is no market for the price, and seven or eight people compete for a piece of Jin Lingyuan, and the price rises higher and higher, and the face is red, and the scene of a big fight appears from time to time.

The saddest thing is that even if you buy it, the former Tianjiao of the lower domain has come to this unaccompanied middle domain, with connections, financial resources, and family ...... None of them can compare to the local peers, once a local fellow joins the competition, these former Tianjiao can only silently withdraw, waiting for the next senior brother who can successfully kill the ape spirit......

That kind of bitterness, Luo Xiao felt sorry for them when he saw it.

A voice came: "This senior brother is invited." ”

Luo Xiao turned around and saw that it was a middle-aged man, thin, with good facial features, three locks of long beard, and a gun bag on his back, which reminded Luo Xiao of Nangong Changying in the Heavenly Mirror Domain. This person Luo Xiao has the impression that it is Tianjiao from the lower domain, who seems to be a disciple of a medium-sized sect "Controlling Crane Sect".

Luo Xiao replied: "I asked Tianzong Luo Xiao below, senior brother is ......"

The middle-aged man hurriedly gave a salute: "Don't dare, control Miao Cheng, a disciple of Hemen." ”

Luo Xiao suddenly asked, "Where does Senior Brother Miao come from?"

"Well, it's from the Celestial Mirror Domain. ”

Well, in other domains, those who are also in the Tianjing domain are considered fellows.

Luo Xiao asked again: "Where is the Heavenly Mirror Domain?"

Answer: "Yinshan County, Wuyang Country." ”

It's really a fellow countryman, at least from the same country.

Luo Xiao didn't ask any more questions, otherwise he was afraid that the other party would be suspicious, and said, "What is Senior Brother Miao looking for me?"

Miao Cheng hesitated for a moment, saluted again, and said very embarrassedly: "I see that Senior Brother is quite familiar with Senior Brother Zuo and Senior Brother Tian, can you help me ask Senior Brother Xia Tian if there is any extra Jin Lingyuan ......?"

Luo Xiao understood, Tian Ping and the others had cooperated to kill several gray apes before, and there was even a white ape, because Zheng Zhaohu gave in, Tian Ping had already obtained a quasi-top grade, and the surplus medium grade was either used to make friends and give away, or sold at a high price. Because Tian Ping was born in the six major sects and his temperament was also arrogant, like Miao Cheng, who was born in the lower domain, he didn't pay attention to it at all, so he turned to Luo Xiao.

Luo Xiao smiled: "I don't know if Senior Brother Tian still has extra Jin Lingyuan, but I still have some in my hand, do you want Senior Brother Miao?"

Miao Cheng was shocked, he himself was in the spiritual realm, and the junior brother in front of him with a tender face was also in the same way, so he didn't expect that there would be a golden spiritual root in his hands...... Miao Cheng suddenly gasped and almost choked. If this junior brother didn't panic, wouldn't that mean that the other party had a magic weapon?!

Among the more than 100 disciples present, they could have no more than two hands.

Luo Xiao successively killed two white apes, four gray apes, and a bunch of medium-grade and quasi-high-grade Jin Lingyuan in his hand, he didn't use these things, and no one asked him to sell them before, it was rare to meet a fellow countryman, and it was also a good thing to fulfill others.

Miao Cheng ate and said: "Teacher, senior brother really have ......"

Luo Xiao's palm lit up, and there was an extra pale golden stick, which was the gray ape holding the stick containing the medium-grade golden spirit yuan, and stuffed it into Miao Cheng's hand: "Take it, the price, ten medium-grade spirit stones." ”

Ten medium-grade spirit stones, this is a starting price.

Miao Cheng clenched the golden rod in his hand tightly, his lips trembled, and his eyes contained tears.