Murong Zhi's breakthrough to the lower layer of the foundation was three days before our mission.

Just like the two generals of A and B in ancient times, they agreed to compete in Japan and China, and she came to the line at the last moment when the sun shadow was about to move.

I curiously asked her if there was a magic obstacle such as "delusional thoughts", and she perfunctorily said to me, "Delusion is the greatest delusional realm." I was bored with myself, and I didn't bother to ask her again.

Murong Zhi was able to cultivate from the middle level of internal strength to the lower level of foundation building in less than three months, which can be described as both talent and hard work.

-- However, there are such things as talent and savings in the world, and there is a difference between building a foundation and building a foundation.

As Murong Zhi, who is at the lower level of the foundation building, her current qi is comparable to the two indigenous foundation building warriors I killed in the middle layer of internal strength. If you continue to grow at the same rate, even if you reach the upper level of foundation building in a few years, it will only be a foundation building warrior like Yan Zhili Cheng dù - an ordinary foundation building.

I am now more than ten times more angry than hers, and more than three times as polite.

No matter how partial my father was to her, he never poured the elixir into her at any cost as he did for me.

Of course, I'm much stronger than the middle layer of foundation building two months ago - I'm now in the upper layer of foundation building, and I've reached eighty-nine acupuncture points. During this period of time, my own cultivation was able to calm down, and I began to take and refine the Zhuji Dan boldly and confidently is the biggest factor in entering the realm, anyway, I have pills in my precepts, and now is the time to spend the family's inheritance.

There is a lack of spiritual energy on the South Island, and it is already thanks to the heavens for the endless life path to be able to make up the weight of thousands of acres of medicinal herbs. Under the painstaking cultivation of Wang Qitai, a Shennong, these herbs can barely supply the daily use of 100,000 people in Shunshui Town and the cultivation of samurai. Even Jindan warriors like Wang Qinian and Wang Xiangfu were reduced to the point where there was no Tsukidan to take on the island, and they used the meager bit of spiritual grass like ordinary samurai.

The natives of the North Island have much more aura, probably close to the average of our Middle-earth Divine State. It is recorded that when the Celestial Star fell to Baiyun Township, the Heavenly Fire that flowed out burned the South Island to a barren land, and it took one or two hundred years to regain its vitality, and a crack in the Celestial Star overflowed a small part of the spiritual energy in the cave to the North Island.

This also explains the reason why the spiritual roots of the new generation of people in Shunshui Town are generally lower than those of the natives after 30 years - without it, they have lost their geographical advantages.

Therefore, it is necessary to take the North Island as soon as possible, and the longer the time drags on, the more the advantages of Shunshui Town will be weakened.

Every day, Murong Zhi's practice and I are still an hour of physical exercise, an hour of martial arts practice, breathing so naturally to maintain "absolute", and an hour of spell training. - In addition, there is my least favorite reading - Murong Zhi always insists on going to the library every day, and I have no choice but to accompany me to read some random books, except for Taoism, because of the recent war, I read some books on the art of war.

When I reached the foundation building realm, my spell training played a new trick - a secret weapon that only Murong Zhi knew for the time being, to be exact, Murong Zhi prompted me to do so.

- My Thunder Spell can further shape an electric spear that lasts for ten breaths.

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"It's unusual for the thunder spell to be on your hands. It should be said that only in your hands will your thunder spell become special. ”

After a spell training, Murong Zhi said to me.

Being able to shape a controllable direction, range, and rate of fire is already the limit of her ability, and if she further shapes other things that can be imagined, she will not be able to achieve it at all.

I took it as a sincere compliment, and said politely,

"I'm a genius, Jin Linggen is not in vain. ”

-- I have twice as much energy as people of the same level, and I can probably drag more than a dozen galloping horses with all my strength. If the vitality is used in spells, the thunder bead can already surpass the fire bolt in the world.

The longest firing distance I have practiced for two months is half a mile, and by the time I reach the bottom of my vitality, I can fire 200 rounds in a row, and each bullet can shoot a small pit of one inch on the wall of good stone. If you shoot ten fingers in a row, it is an offensive of twenty waves. The way to send thunder beads is a kind of martial art called "snapping fingers", which was originally a game used by masters in the martial arts era to play balls, and later evolved into a method of firing hidden weapons. I mastered marbles when I was younger, and I got the highest score every time. Now it is used to launch thunder beads in the realm of building a foundation, and the "snap of a finger supernatural power" has completely become a life-threatening weapon.

――It is probably enough to kill dust insects, and when the vitality is at the bottom, take the pill, and soon replenish the twenty waves. However, it is still far from enough to deal with Jindan warriors like Aung San. Jin Dan warriors can surpass the line of sound at will, and no matter how many thunder beads there are, they can only use the barrage of covering their ears and stealing bells to suppress zuò.

In reality, the Central Plains team only has the role of cleaning up the miscellaneous fish, and it is really weak to deal with the Jindan warriors who are often the main generals.

――If I get to Jindan, maybe my thunder spell will be able to undergo a qualitative change and destroy Jindan's golden body like a true cultivator.

But the distant water does not quench the thirst of the near, and the time for the blood sacrifice is very close.

"Have you ever thought of using a thunder spell instead?"

She said.

"Huh?"

"Since you only need to think about it, you can use the Wind Charm to shape simple items such as wind shields and wind wheels, why not use the Thunder Charm to shape the blade? Thunder beads are essentially Yuan Qi formation, and the more Thunder Beads there are, the more Yuan Qi is dispersed. Two hundred thunder beads divide your vitality into two hundred parts. If you create a weapon with thunder and lightning attached, and concentrate all your vitality, will you be able to hurt the Jindan warrior? You can instantly cast a thunder spell and suddenly manifest such a weapon when facing the enemy, and no matter how fast you react, you will be caught off guard. ”

When she said this, I remembered that when I bet with Wang Qinian to descend the dragon palm, I once attached "Gang" to a point of the lower grade sword to fight with him. If I follow Murong Zhi's construction, what kind of weapon do I want to shape, can I shape this kind of weapon?

I grew up living in a pirate pile, and I have handled countless blades, and their construction is not complicated to compare with a male wooden bird or even a living creature. So it shouldn't be hard to come up with, right?

"The weapons that come up in the imagination aren't as good as the real ones, right?"

――I asked. Otherwise, why would a cultivator go to great lengths to refine a medium-grade blade like a flying sword?

"It's not comparable, so the point is the thunder and lightning attached to the weapon, and nothing else matters. ”

I saw what she meant.

Gradually, I thought of a spear in my head. Whether it is an ordinary bone spear or Wang Qinian's iron spine spear, they are the weapons I am most familiar with in the past six months, and with them as a blueprint, the shape, texture, and smell of a spear are reproduced one by one. But what I needed wasn't a real spear, and all the redundant structures were—the more specific I thought, the more energy in my body would be consumed, and I wondered if my brain would burn out if I came up with a complex mechanism like the Male Wood Bird—and I secretly reminded myself to use the simplest structure to achieve the greatest utility possible.

During this time, I even fainted once because I used my brain too much. It was a quarter of an hour before Murong Zhi woke me up.

This time I tried for a night, failed three times, and for the first time in my life, I created a thunderbolt spear with ten breaths.

That sense of accomplishment is like a brief moment of one's own leap into a master craftsman who forged a peerless sword, no, more exaggeratedly, a creator.

Rao is always able to pretend to be calm, and Murong Zhi couldn't hide her joy and cheered.

The strength of the electric spear is better than that of ordinary soldiers, and it seems that it is not enough to stab the golden pill for the inferior divine soldiers, but it is more than enough to stab a few holes in the foundation warriors.

In an inconspicuous state, fireflies-like amorphous spots of light occasionally appear in the night light of the spear tip, which are almost impossible to catch with the naked eye during the day. For the most part, the spear is invisible.

If it is revealed, the suppressed thunder and lightning will all glow.

――I'm sure I'll be able to hurt Jindan, I think.

To make such a spear with only ten breaths of zài would need to consume one-third of the vitality in my body now. If I maintain an ordinary foundation building martial artist qi (that is, I still have one-third of the qi left in my body), I can make another electric spear.

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On September 30, the wind and sun were beautiful, and the sky was cloudless.

Murong Zhi and I dressed up beautifully as the entourage of the mission, and the golden boy and girl boarded the peace convoy in Shunshui Town.

Wang Qitai was the chief envoy of the mission, and Xueren served as the deputy envoy of the mission.

I secretly asked Wang Xiangfu if he was in the belly of the wooden cow on the ship, and both of them categorically denied it, only saying that the old patriarch would naturally appear when it should appear.

On the deck side of the flagship, I saw Yan Zhili talking with two other foundation-building warriors, who were also the generals accompanying the envoy. Yan Zhili glanced at me and greeted me from a distance, explaining our situation to the other two while making a "cut you off" gesture to me.

I smiled and politely returned the salute to him and the other two, also making a "cut you off" gesture.