The roots and sprouts of Huorong Grass surprised Liu Zhuo very much.

This is the most age-old magic medicine that has appeared in his medicine garden.

"However, it is impossible for the already dry mature fire grass to extract new seedlings." A hint of suspicion flashed across Liu Zhuo's face.

After thinking for a while, Liu Zhuo could only speculate in his heart that it was not the new seedlings drawn from the dry Fire Rong grass. It should be the seeds of the Fire Rong grass left behind in the bird nest built by the vermilion bird. It just landed on the ground, so it was not surprising that it could take root and sprout.

Although the Fire Race Grass has just sprouted, as long as it has passed sixty years and entered the maturity stage, it is a rare elixir that even the monks in the Foundation Establishment stage must be jealous of.

The wine jar has been in the sixty years, and the vast world outside has only been six years. Liu Zhuo feels that he can wait completely.

In order to allow the seedlings of Huorong Grass to grow better, Liu Zhuo carefully transplanted them to the east end of the medicine garden, the densest corner of the spiritual energy, and emptyed out ten feet of the surrounding land, making every effort to ensure that these two seedlings can absorb enough nutrients.

After pouring some clean water on the seedlings of Huorongcao, Liu Zhuo breathed a turbid breath and felt a little expectant.

Then, he came to the stone table and played against the "white chess" as usual.

...

At this time, Liu Zhuo was frowning and thinking about something with a round black spot in his arms?

Next, Liu Zhuo covered his spiritual sense on the chess table.

Bang.

He gently slapped the black piece to the lower right corner of the chessboard, and suddenly, the white chess was reflected, and a single one jumped out of the chess box and fell on the left star position.

A flash of light flashed in Liu Zhuo's eyes. At the moment when the white chess was making a move, his spiritual sense clearly felt a trace of energy that seemed like spiritual energy, overflowing from the chessboard.

Although it cannot be noticed by the naked eye and everything is just a moment, Liu Zhuo will not make any mistakes in his own keen sense.

"This is not any of the five elements spiritual energy?" Liu Zhuo analyzed in his heart. He couldn't help but feel that this chess stand is not an ordinary chess.

Then, Liu Zhuo released most of his spiritual senses and searched the entire chess table inside and out, but he was slightly disappointed.

Except for the strange aura that emerged on the board at the moment when the white chess was making moves, the two pieces of chess stand and black and white are no different from ordinary chess pieces, and there is no clue at all.

"It seems that only after I increase my chess power to the level of unpredictability and unlock the chess game can I understand the weirdness of this chess platform."

Liu Zhuo said in his mind that he stood up and walked towards the place where he collected books, because he vaguely remembered that he had collected a "ancient score" about Go, so he wanted to read it out and read it again, which might be of some help in cracking the chess game.

However, when Liu Zhuo found the yellowed chess score on the page, he accidentally skipped the gray dagger placed in the corner of the wall and a dark red bead the size of a fist.

These two things are exactly what Wan Qingshan left in the jar.

At first, Liu Zhuo thought he was the treasure of an immortal, so he kept it in the jar. Later, after Liu Zhuo joined the Five Mountains Sect and officially became an immortal cultivator, he had carefully studied these two things, but he could not see the clues.

This time, Liu Zhuo's magic power has greatly improved and he has the ability to release his spiritual consciousness. He couldn't help but feel active. He held these two things in his hand and extended his spiritual consciousness to observe carefully.

Suddenly, Liu Zhuo felt a trace of earthy spiritual energy on the short sword. Although the outside of the bead seemed to be wrapped in a layer of earthy spiritual energy, he could still vaguely feel that the inside of the bead was sealed with extremely pure fire spiritual energy.

"Is this short sword a [magic weapon]?" Liu Zhuo said in his heart, and he subconsciously extended a trace of spiritual consciousness and stabbed inside the short sword.

Suddenly, a clear sound rang out of thin air.

Liu Zhuo was surprised to find that the short sword in his hand rose into the air, staying in the air, emitting a faint earth-colored glow, and the sword body was shaking continuously at a speed that was beyond the detection of the naked eye.

The clear sound of the dragon's roar was emitted from the inside of the dagger.

However, after the clear sound, the glow on the surface of the dagger suddenly subsided and turned back to its initial inconspicuous appearance. It fell to the ground with a "huh".

Liu Zhuo looked at the dagger on the mud, not only without disappointment, but with a look of surprise.

"This is a [Xuan]-level magic weapon of flying swords...!" Liu Zhuo was ecstatic and couldn't help but say to himself.

Through his life in cultivating immortals in the Five Mountains Sect, Liu Zhuo has long heard a lot of knowledge about the world of cultivating immortals, and he had heard Lao Yu talk about it.

Magic weapons are the main weapons used by cultivators during duels. Different magic weapons have different shapes, power and uses.

At the same time, according to the four levels of heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang, from high to low, magic weapons are divided into fourth-levels. Each higher-level magic weapon is several times more powerful than the lower-level magic weapon.

In a sense, the competition between monks of the same level and the power of magic weapons determine the final outcome.

Among the fifth generation disciples of the Five Mountains Sect, there are not many disciples who have magic weapons. Even if the elders give one or two magic weapons, most of them are the secondiest yellow-level magic weapons.

And this gray short sword can make a clear sound when the spiritual consciousness is controlled, and Liu Zhuo can determine that this is a [Xuan] level magic weapon.

As for those top-level and very rare [Heavenly]-level magic weapons, when controlled by the monks, they will make sounds like real dragon roars, and there will be colorful glows around the Heavenly-level magic weapons.

Liu Zhuo had never even thought about the top-level magic weapon. He felt that an old guy like Zuo Ningshan, who was as obsessed with chess and life, would not be very generous to him. It is said that Zhou Dashan followed Zuo Ningshan for twenty years and was only given a yellow magic weapon.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhuo's face was filled with joy, and he quickly put the gray dagger on the ground into the storage bag.

Because the sword control technique has high requirements for the sword controler's spiritual consciousness, Liu Zhuo is unable to use this magic weapon for the time being. Moreover, when using the flying sword to attack, it also consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

Basically, only disciples who reach the sixth level of Qi training can barely drive magic weapons. Moreover, in the duel between magic weapons, the spiritual consciousness of the weapon master is particularly important. The stronger the spiritual consciousness, the more flexible the magic weapon you control.

Next, Liu Zhuo focused on the dark red bead.

Liu Zhuo first concluded that this bead must not be a magic weapon.

Although there are indeed objects similar to beads in the magic weapon, there are two kinds of spiritual energy hidden in the bead, and Liu Zhuo could conclude that this is not a magic weapon.

However, this was the relics of a monk in the Jindan stage, and Liu Zhuo still stripped away a trace of spiritual consciousness with anticipation, like the inside of this bead that stabbed in...
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