This "Mixed Yuan Jue" is a five-element exercise, and the practitioner must have the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. According to the first part of "Mixed Yuan Jue", as long as you practice this exercise, your strength can exceed that of the same level by more than five times.

That is to say, cultivating the "Mixed Yuan Jue" can almost sweep the same level. If the magic weapon in his hand is powerful, he can even skip the level and kill, instead of hitting hard. There are many exercises in the immortal cultivation world, and they are monks who can leapfrog the challenge and can severely damage a monk who is one realm higher than himself. But these exercises have one thing in common, the challenge of skipping the level must pay a price, or longevity, or cultivation.

And "Mixed Yuan Jue" did not have such concerns, so as soon as Yan Wushuang saw this exercise, he was already moved.

"Hmm, this exercise is not bad, how are you going to sell it?" Yan Wushuang was determined to win, so he asked the price directly.

"100 low-grade spirit stones, not even one is missing!" the old man said worriedly.

Yan Wushuang nodded, raised his hand and left 100 lower grade spirit stones in front of the old man's stall, and then left happily.

The old man quickly put away the spirit stone, and the smile on his face was brilliant to the extreme: "Another idiot, haha!"

"Mixed Yuan Jue" is indeed the old man's family heirloom, and the old man also heard his father tell that in ancient times, "Mixed Yuan Jue" had a great reputation. This exercise is not an ordinary exercise, but belongs to a secret book against the sky.

At that time, the resources of the immortal cultivation world were very rich, and the spiritual energy was abundant, so the monk qualifications of the five spiritual roots were excellent qualifications. It can be said that "Mixed Yuan Jue" is the ancestor of almost all the exercises today. Due to the increasingly thin aura and resources, many great powers had to use their talents to create new exercises based on the Mixed Yuan Technique, which were fast and powerful. This is also why the later immortal cultivation world respected and sought after the monks of single spirit root and alien spirit root.

And the "Mixed Yuan Jue" is not, in ancient times it was already the slowest practice of cultivation, but in today's immortal cultivation world, it is even slower, many Five Spirit Root monks who do not admit defeat have gone to practice the "Mixed Yuan Jue", but in the end, they can't even reach the tenth level of Qi refining, and they pass away. Even the monks of the Spirit Realm and the Immortal Realm had found many Five Spirit Root Cultivators to try, but the result was still the same, none of them were able to successfully build a foundation after cultivating the Mixed Yuan Jue.

Yan Wushuang didn't know that the "Mixed Yuan Jue" was now an abandoned exercise, and in the entire immortal realm, spirit realm, and lower realm, no one would cultivate. For those who cultivate the "Mixed Yuan Jue", every time they ascend to a major realm, the bottleneck doubles, and the cultivation speed is ten times slower, and the original cultivation speed of the "Mixed Yuan Jue" is more than five times slower than other exercises, can you imagine after cultivating to the highest level?

There is also one of the most worldly problems, those who cultivate the "Mixed Yuan Jue" cannot build a foundation, but the reason is known to five people. Although there are a lot of powerful spells and supernatural powers in "Mixed Yuan Jue", it is equivalent to waste if you can't build a foundation.

I don't know why, the number of five spirit roots in ancient times was extremely rare, but now there are a lot of people in five spirit roots, but the monks of single spirit roots are rare.

The old man looked at Yan Wushuang's back proudly, with a pitiful and sympathetic look.

Yan Wushuang naturally didn't know, what he wanted was to return to the Taixu Gate as soon as possible and cultivate the Mixed Yuan Jue.

In addition to Liuyun Fang, Yan Wushuang discerned the direction and headed towards the Taixu Gate. Along the way, Yan Wushuang tried to take the avenue as much as possible to avoid potential dangers in remote places. This is also the fact that Qi cultivation period cultivators can't fly, otherwise Yan Wushuang wouldn't have to be so careful.

All kinds of monks passed by Yan Wushuang's side, which really made him feel irritated and uneasy. Being able to meet many immortal cultivators was something he had never had in his previous life. And this kind of mixed place is also unsafe.

But in general, it is much safer than taking the trail, after all, no one will kill people and take treasure in broad daylight.

"Stop!"

Yan Wushuang was fantasizing about the huge supernatural powers of "Mixed Yuan Jue", and suddenly a deep and fierce voice came from in front of him.

I saw a middle-aged monk in a gray robe, his face full of horizontal flesh, staring at Yan Wushuang viciously.

Groov!

Yan Wushuang's heart was not good, he was still thinking just now, the road is safe, this will meet the evil god!

"Leave the storage bag to give you a good time!"

"Why? There are so many people here, you dare to kill people in front of everyone?" Yan Wushuang was willing to give in, he only hoped that this gray-clothed monk with a full face would be able to retreat from the difficulty.

After all, killing people and grabbing treasures is not a glorious thing, and if you do it for no reason, you will be angry over time.

"Oh, then ask them and see who will help you?" said the Grey Friar, teasingly.

When the few Qi cultivation period cultivators passing by saw it, they all turned a blind eye, and some even walked away, without stopping to say a word at all!

......

Yan Wushuang was speechless for a while, it seems that it is the same everywhere, all the people are hanging high and unconcerned, there are not enough interests, who will be upset?

"There are so many people, why do Daoist friends want to embarrass me?" Yan Wushuang didn't understand why the gray-clothed monk had just found him.

"Hahaha, that's a good question! Because you don't know a spell, it's very easy and pleasant to deal with you myself!"

It turned out that the gray-clothed monk had the cultivation of the sixth layer of qi, but his strength was not strong, and he only had a medium-grade magic weapon, the Xuanguang Sword, in addition to that, he was the same as Yan Wushuang, and he couldn't spell. This person squatted here for a few days, and found that the monks in the past were all comparable to his own cultivation, but all of them had spells.

The monks in the Qi cultivation period, except for a very small number of geniuses and the elites of the sect families, the rest of the people's magic weapons are almost the same, and the monks who can have medium-grade magic weapons are relatively powerful. And spells are a huge threat to ordinary Qi cultivation stage cultivators. A monk who knows how to spell can kill a monk who can't do magic in an instant.

Yan Wushuang felt unlucky to get home, almost killed him when he walked the small road, and met the evil god again when he walked the big road. In this situation, I am afraid that a war cannot be avoided.

"Boy, count your fate hard, let's have a good baby in the next life!"

The gray-clothed monk finished speaking, and then sacrificed the Xuanguang Sword, constantly pinching the magic trick in his hand, preparing to kill Yan Wushuang in one fell swoop. In his opinion, Yan Wushuang is a rookie who has practiced qi at the fourth level, and he can't do spells, so he can't make any big waves at all. Although he may be poor, he will not be empty-handed.

Not good!

Seeing this, Yan Wushuang knew that the gray-clothed monk was ready to make a move. He had seen the fighting methods of the monks in the foundation building period, and once the Xuanguang Sword was sacrificed by the gray-clothed monks, he was passive.

As soon as he patted the storage bag, Yan Wushuang's hand had a jump of light blue rope. It was the bundle of immortal ropes that Yan Wushuang had purchased in the Hundred Treasure Pavilion.

"Huh, high-grade magic weapon!" the gray-clothed monk quickly pinched the trick in his hand, and suddenly felt a hint of threat.

Yan Wushuang did not hesitate, his fingers pinched for a while, and he waved his hand.

"Hurry!"

The gray-clothed monk was a little panicked when he saw the bundle of immortal ropes flying quickly. Although he had also killed a few monks, they were all three-legged cat monks who were not in the flow, and it was not enough to say that they were not good enough. The monk in front of him faced his momentum, not only did he not dodge or dodge, but he also went head-on, and what was even worse was that Yan Wushuang's magic weapon was actually more powerful than himself.

Seeing that the bundle of immortal ropes was about to fly in front of him, the gray-clothed monk didn't care about anything else, and quickly raised the Xuanguang Sword and flew towards the bundle of immortals, wanting to stop the bundle of immortals.

"Bang!"

After all, the bundle of immortal ropes was a high-grade magic weapon, and as soon as it met the Xuanguang Sword, it was knocked away, and then it only slowed down slightly, and continued to fly towards the gray-clothed monk.

"This—how can it be ......" The gray-clothed monk had no other means, and when he saw that his Xuanguang Sword was not an opponent, he turned around and wanted to run!

"Want to run, no way!"

Yan Wushuang manipulated the bundle of immortal ropes, and struggled to inject another stream of spiritual power.

"Bundle!"

At the moment when the bundle of immortals came into contact with the grayfriar, the bundle of immortals firmly tied up the grayfriar.

"Ahh

"Let you go? Hmph, if I were tied up, would you let me go? Ah! Answer me!" Yan Wushuang came to the Canghong Continent, and for the first time he had the opportunity to raise his eyebrows, so he became more and more energetic.

But at the same time, he was also resentful that the Greyfriar was making trouble for no reason. He has been in the Canghong Continent for more than a year, and he has suffered a lot of humiliation and white eyes, but no one has said that he will let him go when he is the most sad and helpless.

"Fellow Daoist, no, ancestor! The villain is just confused for a while, please let me go! The villain is willing to give all his net worth with both hands. The Friar simply fell to his knees, pleading bitterly.

"How can a person like you change?No, you can't change!Only death~~!" It's good that the gray-clothed monk didn't beg for mercy, but he kept begging, which made Yan Wushuang's anger completely ignited, and he wanted to vent in a hurry.

In the last breath, the gray-clothed monk was still high on the ground, wanting to put people to death, but in the blink of an eye, he knelt on the ground shamelessly and begged for mercy! Yan Wushuang thought of those high-ranking people in the Taixu Sect, who would kill many people with just one sentence, and not give the low-level monks a chance to live at all.

For a while, all the difficulties, tortures, humiliations, and fears that came to the Canghong Continent were filled with the most fragile bottom line in Yan Wushuang's heart. People are sometimes so cheap, Yan Wushuang gave the gray-clothed monk the opportunity to let himself go, but he didn't cherish it!

"You go to die!"

Ignoring the gray-clothed monk, Yan Wushuang quickly raised the blue-light sword, raised his hand and waved, and the gray-clothed monk fell in a pool of blood without even screaming. After putting away the bundle of immortal ropes and the Qingguang Sword, Yan Wushuang also put the Xuanguang Sword into the storage bag and left quickly. As for the grayfriar's storage bag, Yan Wushuang was not interested, a person with such strength would not be much better at all!

"Whew, whew!"

Yan Wushuang looked back, and no one seemed to follow, so he continued to hurry with confidence. After all, killing people in crowded places is not without the slightest hesitation. If the Greyfriar's companions arrive, you'll be done!

After three days, Yan Wushuang saw the mountain gate of Taixu Gate from a distance!

After returning to Taixu Gate, Yan Wushuang did not delay at all, directly found Cheng Huan and handed over the items purchased by Cheng Qi to him. During this period, Yan Wushuang didn't say much, a person like Cheng Huan who was greedy for small and cheap things had nothing to say at all.

After everything was in order, Yan Wushuang returned to his hut and prepared to practice the Mixed Yuan Jue behind closed doors!

The battle with the Grey Friar made Yan Wushuang understand that strength is the most fundamental rule!