Wang Li just flew forward. After a moment, he stopped and turned around.
He Lingxiu stood not far behind him.
"It seems that my senior brothers and sisters are really not worthy of carrying your shoes." He Lingxiu looked at Wang Li quietly. Although such a result had been expected by her, she was also from the Huayang Sect after all.
Disciple, looking at Wang Li with bulging sleeves, some uncomfortable emotions are always growing in his heart.
"That's too much." Wang Li said: "I don't even have shoes, how can I ask someone to carry them?"
He Lingxiu looked at Wang Li's bare feet and said sarcastically: "Are you really going to go to the Qibao Ancient Territory barefoot like this?"
"It feels good. I guess others will only remember this monk's barefoot quirks and ignore my true identity." The look on Wang Li's face turned serious and he said, "Maybe I will go this time.
Should I call Chizu Zhenren Wang Bihui?"
"hehe."
He Lingxiu smiled softly, "Since you are so smart, remember to hide my identity as well."
As she spoke, the clouds rolled in the sky, and the weaver bluebird fell down.
"That's natural." Wang Li followed He Lingxiu up the bird's back, and couldn't help but said: "But haha, fellow Taoist, you are really insidious, you even tricked your fellow disciples and sisters."
"They really want to deal with you, I'm just helping them."
He Lingxiu sneered: "Speaking of insidiousness, I'm afraid you're still above me, right?"
Wang Li was slightly startled, "What's so sinister about me?"
"I spent one million spiritual sand to let my five incompetent senior brothers and sisters reflect a little, and at the same time get to know my fellow Taoists better. Isn't this luxury enough?" He Lingxiu said lightly: "But you did it so quickly in such a way.
At the end of the battle, apart from the speed of casting spells and the methods of using magic weapons such as talismans, I have seen almost nothing new. You are so deliberate, don't you feel sorry for the extra spiritual sand I paid?"
"I see." Wang Li thought for a while and said seriously: "Maybe this has something to do with habit, but I won't take advantage of you in vain. When I get to the Qibao Ancient Territory, I will try my best to help you get some benefits."
Hearing what Wang Li said, He Lingxiu didn't respond.
She was quiet for a moment and said: "What I am best at is seeing through hidden objects. Even when some spells that can control the fluctuations of spiritual energy are cast, I can also clearly see some strange flows of vitality, and some can predict the enemy's preemptive effects.
.As for some treasures that ordinary people cannot see, I can also see some clues."
Wang Li was a little surprised, his face became solemn, "Heaven's Eye Jueming?"
He Lingxiu nodded and said: "It is also called the spiritual root of clear knowledge. Just like your senior sister is a monk with the innate spiritual root, I am a monk with the innate clear spiritual root."
Wang Li suddenly felt a little ashamed and said, "I am a monk with no spiritual roots."
"That's it?" He Lingxiu glanced at him. Seeing that he still hadn't responded, she couldn't help but sneered and said, "I told you such an important secret, and you didn't say anything?"
"Oh." Wang Li gave a thumbs up, "That's awesome."
He Lingxiu laughed, her smile was extremely bright, "Do you have to be like this?"
Wang Li looked embarrassed, coughed twice, and said: "In addition to my good casting speed and these qi-like concealment methods, my body skills and Xuantian Sword Gang are also good."
"Some people are good at attacking, and some are good at defending. Among those who are good at attacking, they are divided into long-distance attack and attack." He Lingxiu restrained her smile and said calmly: "This time when we go to the Qibao Ancient Territory, if you and I encounter an opponent, it won't be me.
These senior brothers and sisters are such unbearable opponents. If you and I join forces, we always have to know a little bit about our respective strengths."
Wang Li saw that she was really serious, so he didn't dare to say anything casually. He thought for a while and said: "Actually, I don't have any special skills. I seem to be okay in the aspects you mentioned. As for whether I have to say that I have any special abilities."
The director's strength...maybe he is good at hiding his own strength?"
"If you say that, it's really boring." He Lingxiu chuckled.
Wang Li also chuckled, "Haha, fellow Taoist, you should be able to see that I did not tell lies."
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Most of the place names in Xiaoyuzhou are simple and violent.
This includes Dongtian Paradise, the market, and even the origin of the name of Xiaoyuzhou itself.
Compared with other monk continents, the characteristic of Xiaoyuzhou is that it produces a lot of spiritual jade.
Most of these spiritual jade come from some low-level monsters in Xiaoyuzhou.
Now more than half of the low-level monsters in Xiaoyuzhou have been extinct, but even so, Xiaoyuzhou now produces more than 130 kinds of low-level monsters that can use demon crystals.
What is very strange is that among the more than 130 kinds of monsters, only 30 kinds of monsters produce monster crystals that are rich in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth needed for monks to practice, and can be dissected into spiritual sand, but the remaining 100 species
The remaining demon crystals can only be cut into spiritual jade that is used for refining weapons.
Therefore, there is no shortage of spiritual materials for refining weapons in Xiaoyuzhou, and the living environment is also more friendly for the vast majority of monks below the Golden Core level.
It is easy to obtain low-level spiritual materials, and it is easier for low-level monks to obtain low-level magic weapons and magic weapons.
The jade that is first refined by cutting the demon crystals of these low-level demonic beasts is generally smaller in size, so it is also called small jade.
That’s why Xiaoyuzhou got its name.
As for the Blackwater Market that Wang Li often visited before, it was really full of black water. The Burnt Wood Market where He Lingxiu was located was really surrounded by a Burnt Wood Wasteland.
However, Baicao Market does not mean that Baicao grows everywhere, but it is named because this market was originally a distribution center for Xiulu Baicao.
Xiulu White Grass is also called Pure White Grass in Xiaoyuzhou. This white grass is used by many sects to build the practice huts used by outer disciples to sense Qi.
The thatched cottage built with it has a certain effect of clearing the mind and purifying the qi, and can also isolate the noise from the outside world, allowing people to better enter into meditation.
After all, this is the lowest level spiritual material.
Therefore, just like what Bai Shuilan and Kong Mengzhu, who were captured by two mysterious monks in black, said, Baicao Market is not a famous market in Xiaoyuzhou and can only be used for trading spiritual materials.
To describe it as weak, its real feature is the transaction of information that can benefit some people.
The key to buying and selling news is speed. If you are one step ahead, it will be useful news. If you are one step behind, it will become a joke.
There are many sneaky people in Baicao Market, and even more are passers-by.
There are not many people who stop at Baicao Market in a leisurely and elegant manner.
But there are always exceptions to everything.
At this time, in the Baicao Market, two people were sitting quietly on the top of a white haystack, watching the clouds.
One is a scholar with an elegant temperament, and the other is a drunkard with a slovenly appearance.
The scribe looked to be in his thirties, with a face as white as jade, while the drunkard looked to be at least sixty years old, with ugly red spots all over his face, as if he had become ringworm due to alcohol.
Both are looking to the west.
Logically speaking, a dark cloud should have drifted over that place long ago.
But the dark cloud that was supposed to come has not yet arrived.
"It seems that everything is God's will." The scribe said with some emotion.
The drunkard with dim eyes smiled and said, "God's will is not the same."
The scribe pondered for a breath, stood up, and said, "Then let's begin."
After he said these four words, his body seemed to disappear out of thin air.
The drunkard with dim eyes raised his head and took a sip of wine, exhaled a breath of relief, and his whole body immediately disappeared in the breath of alcohol.