This inner disciple's name is Zhan Yu, and he is a middle-level cultivator in the foundation building period. As a monk in the foundation building period, Zhan Yu already had enough means to deal with it in the fight, and their methods were already far higher than the talisman spells that Fang Zhuo was currently operating. Although Fang Zhuo had improved some of the talisman spells, the actual power of these spells had not increased.

The inner disciples basically didn't use the low-level talismans drawn by Fang Zhuo. But Zhan Yu has a younger sister, but she is an outer disciple of the Yurui Sect. Zhan Yu was in the Bitter Sword Sect, and although he was an inner disciple, he did not have too much surplus in the resources of cultivating immortals. From time to time, he gave his sister things that he couldn't use, and he also gave more or less guidance in cultivation. Zhan Yu's brother and sister have a deep affection, and they have always been concerned about their sister's safety.

Some time ago, Zhan Yu heard that there was a mortal in Benmenfang City, and the talisman he drew had a wonderful effect, which was a sharp weapon to save his life and kill the enemy. So Zhan Yu immediately bought some for his sister. Later, my sister showed her skills in the mission of the sect, which really confirmed the strength of these talismans, which made Zhan Yu very happy. As an inner disciple, you don't need to do the daily tasks of the sect, and you still have enough spars to take. Therefore, buying a talisman is a trivial matter for Zhan Yu. He naturally became a regular customer of Fang Zhuo's stall.

Although Zhan Yu is an inner disciple, he is very peaceful. He also started from the outer disciples bit by bit, and he has a deep understanding of the difficulties of these scattered cultivators and outer disciples. Therefore, Fang Zhuo and Zhan Yu quickly became familiar with each other.

For Fang Zhuo's talent in drawing talismans, Zhan Yu had also expressed envy more than once. To know the Dao, you only need to make a rough estimate to guess that Fang Zhuo's daily income is not low.

Now Fang Zhuo's talisman was not less than twenty spirit stones. According to the calculation of thirty pieces per day, the total income is on six hundred spirit stones. Removing the materials and costs he needed to draw the talisman, even a fifth of it was a significant amount.

After a long time, Fang Zhuo also asked Zhan Yu to show him the spiritual root. It was still early for the sect to recruit new disciples, and Fang Zhuo was looking forward to this opportunity.

It's a pity that Zhan Yu said very clearly that if a disciple in the foundation building period wants to test other people's spiritual roots, he must at least reach the top level of the foundation building period. And some monks with low divine consciousness need to go to the Jindan stage to have this ability. If you don't reach the level, you can only use the spirit stone if you want to test the spirit root. And the spirit measuring stone, itself is very rare, and it is all in the hands of the sect, and Zhan Yu can't touch it, let alone lend it for use.

However, Zhan Yu was also very enthusiastic, and he quickly said that his master was a Jindan-level elder, Liuyun Sword Zhang Zipeng. Zhan Yu said that when there is a suitable opportunity, he will talk to the master. Jindan-level elders look at the spiritual root, it is a trivial matter.

On this day, Fang Zhuo was drawing talismans when a small paper crane entered through the window. The paper cranes were stacked with cyan rune paper, circling and flying around Fang Zhuo, and they were very agile. Fang Zhuo looked at the paper crane, and secretly said that he was a loser in his heart. This cyan rune paper was very expensive, suitable for low-level, medium-to-high-level spell drawing, and Fang Zhuo had never used it. The only people who can be so extravagant are those inner disciples of the sect.

Sure enough, as soon as the paper crane started, Zhan Yu's voice sounded.

"Brother Fang, my master finished his retreat yesterday, and he happened to have free time to guide me in my cultivation today. I have already asked Master for your approval, and I will see the letter coming quickly. The messenger has my sword mark on it, and if you follow it to the inner door, someone will naturally lead you to me. ”

Fang Zhuo took the paper crane and looked at it, and sure enough, in the corner of the paper crane, a cyan long sword jumped on the paper!

This cyan long sword was formed by sealing spiritual power with some secret method, and it seemed to be suspended on top of the rune paper, shrouded in a layer of cyan mist, which was awe-inspiring and a little mysterious.

Looking closely, it seems that this layer of cyan aura is slowly flowing on the surface of this sword, bringing out layers of gorgeous cloud patterns. And Fang Zhuo tried to scan this sword-shaped rune with his divine sense, and as soon as his divine sense touched it, Fang Zhuo's face instantly turned pale!

It turned out that in the divine consciousness, this awe-inspiring murderous aura was approaching Fang Zhuo's sea of knowledge, and the sword-shaped talisman on the paper crane also seemed to be about to jump out of the paper and fight at Fang Zhuo!

Fang Zhuo studied the talisman day and day, but he had never seen such a method. He glanced at it a few times, knowing that this was not something that his existing ability could understand, and while sighing, he was even more eager to ask for immortals.

Zhan Yu helped him get the opportunity to test the spiritual root, and Fang Zhuo didn't want to miss it. He hurriedly cleaned up and threw the paper crane into the air, and the paper crane circled around and led him towards the inner gate of the Bitter Sword Sect.

There is this paper crane to lead the way, it is also magical, walking through the huge mountainous area of the outer gate, and no one came to stop and ask. It seems that the faint green qi and the evil aura on the paper crane are the best proof of it.

The scope of the outer gate of the Bitter Sword Sect is extremely large, and there are tens of thousands of disciples and miscellaneous servants of the outer sect living in this area. The hard work of these people supports the continuous operation of the entire Bitter Sword Sect.

After passing through the spiritual fields and medicine gardens, and turning over the first few mountains of the Unknown Road, a large spiritual orchard appeared in front of him. The surrounding fruity fragrance was permeated, and the fruity fragrance was accompanied by the aura that gradually became stronger, which made Fang Zhuo's mind a little intoxicated.

He took a deep breath and felt that the trace of innate spiritual power in the dantian seemed to be about to move. It seems that the aura here is strong, and it should be of great benefit to one's own cultivation. He looked enviously at the spirit orchards all over the surrounding mountains, and said in his heart, even if I can cultivate here, at least the effect is similar to that on that cliff.

Passing through the spirit orchard, a large area of ancient trees came into view.

I don't know how many years these old trees have lived, and their branches are strong and towering. Walking through it, hearing the birds' songs, breathing the refreshing breath of the forest, and feeling the increasingly rich aura, Fang Zhuo almost stopped.

There were no beasts flashing in this dense forest, and all kinds of birds that Fang Zhuo had never seen before were endless. However, Fang Zhuo was afraid that he would not be able to keep up with the paper crane if he delayed his footsteps, so he could only watch the flowers.

This piece of ancient wood walked for half an hour, and a towering stone staircase in front of it came into view.

This stone step is deeply carved into the rock, and the stone walls on both sides are at least three zhang high! At the foot of the mountain, there is no so-called mountain gate, only two boulders are lined up left and right, and each boulder is guarded by two outer disciples in gray robes.

"Someone stop!" Fang Zhuo was still a few dozen steps away from the stone steps when someone shouted.

"This senior brother, I have a paper crane to guide the way, and I went to the inner door to do errands. Fang Zhuo stood still and shouted with a smiling face.

"See. An outer disciple waved lazily. Fang Zhuo saw that something seemed to flash in his hand, and then the paper crane suddenly accelerated and flew into his hand.

The paper crane entered, and the man glanced at it, and he should have seen the sword-shaped rune, and his expression suddenly became respectful.

"It turned out to be the letter of Uncle Zhan from the inner gate, which was rude. ”

The man called it rude, but he didn't look sorry at all, and it was clear that the courtesy was aimed at the little paper crane. Fang Zhuo smiled bitterly in his heart, it seemed that the strength of the Cultivation World Realm was respected, and this was not a bully. This outer disciple knew that these transmission talismans often had a sound transmission array on them, and maybe they would pass on their performance to Zhan Yu, so there were such words.

Fang Zhuo was secretly slandering, and suddenly at this time, a small bird flew down from the giant tree next to him. The little bird swept by, snatched the transmission talisman in the air, and flew onto Fang Zhuo's shoulder in a flash.

Fang Zhuo saw that the little bird was goose yellow all over, and its shape looked like a thrush. The paper crane it was holding was three the size of its body, and it looked very funny.

However, what happened next was an eye-opener for Fang Zhuo.

The little yellow bird pressed the paper crane on his shoulders with both paws, and with a deft turn of his beak, he unfolded the sword mark in front of him.

"Hmm, it's Mizuki Tsinghua. The little yellow bird's crisp mouth spat out, which scared Fang Zhuo strongly!

"That, Huang, Huang............. Fang Zhuo also seemed to be surprised when he saw the four outer disciples, all of them stood solemnly with respectful expressions, and one of them stammered.

"I'm a junior!" (there is no ambiguity in this statement, I want to squat in the corner of the crooked children's shoes and draw a hundred circles)