When he saw the little bug, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. With a slight movement of his divine sense, he found the relevant records in the Great Wilderness Chronicle. This green-winged flying borer is indeed a difficult pest to deal with, so it is recorded in detail in the Great Wilderness Chronicle. Fang Zhuo's method of sound killing was seen from this book. There are actually three ways to kill the greenwing borer, but the other two are more difficult to do.

The black-clothed old man flashed in a hurry just now, and it seemed that he might really be able to find a master who was proficient in the art of music and rhythm killing. Fang Zhuo was dealing with the farmers who kept rushing over to thank him. Although these people are all cultivators, their strength is not high. Their rustic nature is not much different from those of ordinary farmers. Fang Zhuo was moved by their sincerity, and felt a little embarrassed to be thanked by them.

At this time, suddenly the old man in black appeared in front of him. With a cold face, he whispered a few words to the old outer disciple surnamed Han, and then looked up and said to Fang Zhuo: "Is there any other way, I really can't find this person who is proficient in music and rhythm killing." ”

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and was thinking about which method to change, but he heard the voice of the old man in black ringing softly in his ears: "Don't be impatient, I need to clear these people first." The fact that there is a master who is proficient in the method of sound killing in this sect is a top secret, what should be done, do you know?"

Fang Zhuo's expression froze, and he nodded solemnly, but he didn't make a sound.

Over there, the old man Han began to tell the farmers to leave, and take them away from here.

"Let's go back first, we will set up a large array here to envelop all the pest-infested spiritual fields. Then the sect came to figure out how to solve them. The old man in black saw that everyone was reluctant to leave, and explained in a deep voice. He had great prestige among these outer disciples, and as soon as he said that, the peasants left one after another.

The old man in black saw the farmers gradually moving away, so he took out a jade plate and threw it on the ground. Fang Zhuo's eyes immediately lit up when he saw this jade plate with a sharp end and an arc at the other. He saw the dense rune carvings on the jade plate, and immediately began to study and study. But the old man in black was even faster than him, and a series of jade plates were thrown out. These are twenty-four identical jade plates, which together form a huge disc.

Fang Zhuo was attracted by the runes on this disk, and he had already forgotten himself and began to memorize the things on the jade plate frantically. The old man in black glanced at him, and then a series of streamers flew out of his sleeve. These were mid-grade spirit stones, which he embedded in the disc.

"This is a close-range teleportation array, but why is it designed like this here?" Fang Zhuo muttered to himself. The old man in black smiled, he didn't expect this kid to be so fascinated by formation. He didn't pay much attention to it and continued with his spar setting.

"That's not right. Fang Zhuo suddenly said, "This spiritual power transmission is designed like this, it's a waste of spirit stones." It's interesting here, did I just get it wrong last time?"

The old man in black became more and more interested when he heard what he said, and couldn't help coughing lightly. He didn't think that Fang Zhuo, a young disciple who had just started for a few days, would be able to take the teleportation array, the most complex and top-level thing in the formation, to talk about things.

Fang Zhuo woke up from his thoughts and saw that the old man in black had already begun to activate the teleportation array, and hurriedly took a few steps back. At this time, he stared at the part of the array disk that conducts spiritual power, and his brows were furrowed.

When the light of the teleportation array flashed and a black-clothed disciple appeared, Fang Zhuo couldn't help but smash his mouth in distress. For Fang Zhuo, he really couldn't understand many of the core parts of this teleportation array. But although this channeling part was complicated, it was all a combination of basic runes that he was familiar with. According to Fang Zhuo's understanding, he had already deduced just now that this Spirit Guiding Array had wasted at least thirty percent of his spiritual power. Now seeing the teleportation array's entire process of teleportation had confirmed Fang Zhuo's inference. Therefore, looking at the mid-rank spirit stones on the array plate that were constantly dimming, the tips of Fang Zhuo's distressed heart twitched.

If you have money, you can't be such a loser!

Fang Zhuo took a step forward, looked at the old man in black, and endured it and held back what he was about to say.

One by one, the black-clothed disciples teleported over. These people all looked cold and behaved competently, and when they arrived, they did not say a word or squint, and stood there neatly waiting for orders. Although there were many Inner Gate Foundation Building Stage cultivators, six Foundation Building Stage masters appeared all of a sudden, and they were so cold and self-disciplined, Fang Zhuo was still a little surprised.

It was the first time that such a monk Fang Zhuo had seen it, and he had never seen a disciple in black clothes in the Bitter Sword Sect, except for the old man in front of him.

Fang Zhuo forcibly pulled his gaze away from the teleportation array, and was immediately attracted by these black-clothed monks. What made him feel strange was that the clothes these people were indeed wearing the same clothes as the other disciples of the Bitter Sword Sect, but they did not have any identification. Moreover, Fang Zhuo felt a fierce murderous aura and a faint bloody aura from these people! These people were actually all elites of a hundred battles without exception!

A total of six black-clothed disciples were teleported, and the last one to be teleported was an old man.

"Hirabayashi, is it so troublesome?" the old man stepped out and said to the old man in black.

"Senior brother, see for yourself. The old man in black smiled bitterly and pointed to the spiritual field that was covered with pests.

The old man who came looked to be fifty or sixty years old, his face was slightly pale, he was dressed in a green shirt, and he was not very tall. He looked at the pests flying in the sky above Lingtian and couldn't help but be taken aback.

"Senior brother, if it was in previous years, it would be nothing if Lingtian suffered a little disaster, we can deal with the past. But this year is really different. The old man in black smiled bitterly.

"Why?"

"These days, I have run all over the places where Fulong Mountain should go, in fact, not only our Bitter Sword Sect has suffered, but the other sects are almost without exception, all of them have been targeted by this pest. In this way, if we buy a large number of Linggu this year, the price will probably increase several times! Whether it is Haiyan City or Yuling Mountain, I am afraid that they are all waiting to see our jokes at this time. If we ask for them, this bamboo pole is finalized. ”

The old man in the green shirt also frowned when he heard this, and muttered in a low voice: "No wonder you are so nervous and so excited." But have you thought about it, Senior Brother Wuxian's exercises are the secret of this sect, if other sects know that we have exterminated the insect plague and come to listen or ask for help, how will you deal with it?"

The old man in black frowned when he heard this, he had thought about this, but there was no good countermeasure.