Yan Nanxi, who is handsome in nature, is nicknamed Lingguang Fairy, has a medium-grade wood spirit root, is thirty years old, and cultivates to the early stage of the ninth layer of Qi training. He is Zhang Yuanhao's sworn enemy Wu Gan's most outstanding disciple and a big helper.

Spiritual sense swept through this layer, Zhang Yuanhao found that except for this woman, there was no one from the Wu Qian faction here, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook again, his heart was spinning, and he stepped up in a few steps.

Yan Nanxi only heard the footsteps behind her, thinking that it was the Dharma protector inside the door, but she didn't divert her attention, and her spiritual sense was still absorbing the things in the jade slip.

As soon as her hand was stretched out, Zhang Yuanhao gently grabbed Yan Nanxi's jade hand holding Yu Jian from behind her back. The soft touch made his heart flutter, and he couldn't help but pinch it lightly.

"Ahh

Yan Nanxi's mind was completely immersed in the jade slip, and when she was suddenly attacked by this sneak attack, she couldn't help but snort softly, and her cheeks turned crimson.

This soft cry made many Dharma protectors turn their heads to look over, but when they saw that it was Zhang Yuanhao, they turned their heads back very interestingly. They are not Wu Qianliu Haoran, so naturally they don't have the courage to compete with Zhang Yuanhao. What's more, most of the people here are from Zhang Yuanhao's faction, and Wu Qian's faction is just such a Yan Nanxi.

"Bastard, let me go!"

Yan Nanxi's eyes were full of disgust and humiliation, her cheeks turned even redder, and with a flick of her bare hand, she threw Zhang Yuanhao's hand far away.

A trace of gloom flashed in Zhang Yuanhao's eyes, and he was forced to suppress it, and said with a smile: "Nanxi, you are joking, I also have a need for this jade slip, why can't you take a look?"

After that, the five fingers were slightly curved, and the spiritual power was running, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and the jade slip came out of his hand uncontrollably and flew into Zhang Yuanhao's hand.

Intermediate Spell - Gravitation!

Yan Nanxi didn't expect Zhang Yuanhao to be so stubborn, as soon as he bit his silver teeth, his chest kept rising and falling. She glanced at Zhang Yuanhao viciously, and left the third floor without looking back.

With the wonderful touch of Fang Cai still lingering in his heart, Zhang Yuanhao shook his head and put the foreign object behind his head. The most important thing at the moment is to find the texts related to the Seed Illusion behind the monk, which can not only solve his current confusion, but may also play some unexpected role.

Still holding the jade slip that Yan Nanxi read just now, Zhang Yuanhao probed into the spiritual sense and found that it was a jade slip about an anecdote about an ancient monk, and after reading a short paragraph, he needed to collect points if he looked down, so Zhang Yuanhao gave up.

Just kidding, a useless anecdote costs fifteen hundred points, and Zhang Yuanhao is not that interested.

Putting the jade slip in his hand back to the empty seat on the wooden frame, Zhang Yuanhao walked out of this row of wooden shelves, only to find that this row of wooden shelves was engraved with the words "anecdotes".

Stop-and-go, Zhang Yuanhao finally found a small wooden frame close to the top, and then walked in.

There were less than ten jade slips on the wooden shelf of this "Nine-color Qualification", and it was covered with a layer of dust, and it was obvious that no one had seen it for a long time.

Picking up one casually, Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense probed into it, and soon finished reading the free part, and found that this was a jade slip that introduced the qualification potential of ancient monks, and if you want to look back, you must pay two thousand points.

In the Lingguang Sect, a monk's spiritual sense is bound to his identity, and as long as his mind moves, he can pay to earn points.

Without hesitation, he paid two thousand points, and Zhang Yuanhao quickly finished reading this jade slip.

The jade slip of less than 5,000 words roughly introduces the legend of the nine-color qualification, starting with white, followed by blue, blue, indigo, purple, orange, gold, red, and black. Legend has it that the ancient immortals were purple qualifications, swallowing clouds during the day, refining the moonlight at night, born bright, with five colors of the best spiritual roots, and longevity.

"Such a strong qualification is only ranked fifth, so I'm afraid our qualification is the last one." Zhang Yuanhao couldn't help but think so.

After spending more than 10,000 points, Zhang Yuanhao finished reading all the jade slips with some pain. It's not all useless, he knew through these jade slips that the original monk's spiritual root can be improved through the day after tomorrow, although the method is also strange, but at least there is a room for improvement.

And in a jade slip, Zhang Yuanhao saw a few words about the phantom of the seed. It probably means that everyone has a life seed, and the life seed represents their longevity, luck, and qualifications, and the ancient monks can change their own life seed by devouring other people's life seeds.

"Luck!"

Zhang Yuanhao muttered, as if he had caught something.

walked to a row of wooden frames about luck, this row of wooden frames is much more than before, if you want to read them all, at least Zhang Yuanhao's savings are not enough, so he picked a few more suitable ones to watch.

After a long time, Zhang Yuanhao opened his eyes, his spiritual sense withdrew from the jade slip, and a trace of irrepressible surprise flashed in his eyes.

It took a total of more than 30,000 points before and after, making his heart bleed. But the good news is that Zhang Yuanhao can already be sure that he has found what he wants.

It turns out that luck can be plundered, and as long as you kill a person, you can get a part of it. In ancient times, there were six colors of luck, black, blue, blue, purple, orange and gold, the vast majority of people were black luck, it was difficult to get adventures, and the blue luck was blessed, and the orange and gold were the creation and blessing.

But there is also a jade slip that vaguely mentions some forbidden things, there was an ancient power to hunt the immortal luck, plunder the creation, and seek to break through the realm, but it violated the mandate of heaven, and the heaven descended on the god of fire and thunder, so that his soul was destroyed.

Walking out of the library pavilion, the surrounding disciples scattered and stayed away from it. As soon as Zhang Yuanhao patted the storage bag, the Huo Yuan Sword shot out, and just as he was about to fly with the sword, his spiritual sense suddenly glanced at a familiar face.

Yin Wentao!

The inner disciple who went out with his disciple but brought back the news of Liu Wei's death.

The man lowered his head, looking quite respectful, and retreated to the periphery of the crowd step by step, and disappeared into the sea of people in a short time. But to his surprise, Zhang Yuanhao had already discovered and locked him with his spiritual sense, but he didn't know it.

With a faint smile, Zhang Yuanhao drove the sword light, and Zhang Yuanhao did not enter the sea of clouds. The spiritual sense had already marked Yin Wentao's body, and he could roughly sense his position within ten miles.

Compared to Dharma Protector disciples and elder disciples, ordinary Lingguang Sect disciples are not qualified to live on the mountain peak, and can only choose to live in the housing area at the foot of the mountain. Yin Wentao is still a little wealthy, and he has opened a cave on a mountain peak, and he needs to pay a lot of spirit stones or points every year.

The red sword light was like a rainbow, sweeping across the sky, following Yin Wentao's figure in the sky. He never imagined that someone would be watching him quietly above him, so he swaggered back to his cave.

His cave mansion was opened in Cangyuan Peak, which was an ownerless mountain, and some Dharma protectors in the door were secretly leased out, and only after it had an owner, the cave mansion would be recovered. Speaking of which, Yin Wentao now pays a share of the spirit stone points paid every year, and he also has a share of Zhang Yuanhao. Most of the Dharma protectors of their faction also rely on this kind of livelihood to make a profit.