With carved dragons and jade phoenixes, and the antique Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, Hong Yuan took a leisurely stroll in it.
As soon as the half-year period passed, he returned to the sect and began to digest resources and turn them into strength to enhance his own foundation.
At this moment, Hong Yuan is looking for the techniques of other incarnations.
He has now practiced the "Nine Blood Differentiation Technique" to the second level. However, the amount of essence stones consumed by the "Nine Blood Differentiation Technique" is too exaggerated. Hong Yuan feels the pressure, so he wants to find a more cost-effective body skill.
The art of external incarnation.
"Where is it? It's not available on the first floor, so why is it not available on the second floor?"
Hong Yuan frowned slightly, slightly unhappy.
This was already the fifth day he came to the Sutra Pavilion, but he still found nothing.
Hong Yuan visited the Shenfa area, Swordsmanship area, Boxing area and other areas three times. Even the miscellaneous books area, Hong Yuan visited twice, but still found nothing.
Inexplicably, Hong Yuan's eyes turned to the third floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which was suspected to be guarded by Elder Martial Saint.
"There are none on the first and second floors, but there will definitely be on the third floor." Hong Yuan secretly thought, "It's just that you need a Phoenix Feather Token to go to the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion. My current merit points are simply not enough to exchange for a Phoenix Feather Token."
After some thought, Hong Yuan gave up on searching for the second external incarnation technique, and instead began to collect information on the true body of the Tao.
Thinking about it, no matter how flawed the technique of external incarnation is, it still gives the practitioner an alternative second life. This kind of technique is very precious!
After giving up his greedy thoughts, Hong Yuan collected information about Tao's true form very quickly.
In the reading area, you can always see Hong Yuan with his head down in meditation, writing and drawing on paper.
Since borrowing or purchasing books requires an uncertain amount of Yuan Stones, Hong Yuan's extravagant behavior attracted the attention of other disciples. Preliminary estimates indicate that Hong Yuan spent nearly 10,000 Yuan Stones just reading miscellaneous books!
"The Sun Yang Mang Body, the Ancient Moon Yin Desolate Body, the Beiming Ice Soul Body, the Dali True Martial Body, the Pure Dream Seeking Truth Body... Each of the ten unique bodies has corresponding Tao marks, and the talent for the corresponding Tao school is higher.
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Watching the introduction of these ten forbidden Taoist entities, Hong Yuan felt faintly excited.
The true energy of the Ten Jue Body occupies 10% of the empty orifice. Because there is too much true energy, even if you don't rest, the true energy will always wash away the empty orifice, making the practice extremely fast. However, because of this, the empty orifice is burdened, and the body will often explode and die.
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Therefore, they must practice to the realm of martial saints in the shortest possible time, otherwise they will die.
"My main body is practicing the Ten Ultimate Body, but my clone can practice the Ten Ultimate Body~"
Hong Yuan thought of this happily, feeling a little excited in his heart, with a joyful smile on his face.
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As the battlefield ahead becomes more intense, Hong Yuan's comfortable life is gone forever.
He had to work in the Jialiu workshop with his senior brother Zhu Wushang, working overtime to build weapons and become a person who contributed to the sect.
Jialiu Workshop Room.
The hot air was filled with strong male hormones, and accompanied by "hey ha" sounds one after another, one weapon after another was thrown into the cold pool.
Swords, guns, sticks, bows and arrows, armor and stomach...
In just one morning, disciples from the Deacon Hall came over to take away the weapons.
Autumn is known as soon as a leaf falls, and the intensity of the battle exceeds Hong Yuan's expectation!
"Bang, bang."
The big hammer struck the cold iron hard, and Hong Yuan continued to work all the time.
He is already a peak second-level warrior, but he still feels a little tired because he has continuously forged ten second-level weapon embryos.
But this is less than one-third of the tasks assigned to him by his senior brother. He has to continue to be busy until late at night today.
Although he was so tired, Hong Yuan was secretly lucky.
"The rear area has been squeezed like this, and the front line will definitely fight you to the death, and countless disciples will fall."
"Fortunately, I ran back in time, otherwise I would have been involved in this war."
Hong Yuan felt happy in his heart.
He has so many tasks on his shoulders, so the responsibility of his senior brother Zhu Wushang is even more important.
Zhu Wushang gave full play to his veteran second-level forger strength. When Hong Yuan cast ten second-level weapon embryos, Zhu Wushang had already cast fifteen second-level weapon embryos.
But even though they are so efficient and work so hard, they are still rushing to meet the construction deadline and have to work overtime to complete the survey.
"A Yuan, senior brother asked you to come over." Zhao Gonghe walked from the area where Zhu Wushang was and brought a message to Hong Yuan.
At this time, Zhao Gonghe was already a first-level foundry master.
Inspired by Hong Yuan's great talent and strength, Zhao Gonghe worked hard to become stronger and changed his past bad style.
Basically, he has never been to a brothel or a brothel. He looks like a prodigal son who has turned back.
Because Zhao Gonghe had previously blocked a disaster for Lin Yiru and gained initial approval from Lin Daoyan, Zhu Wushang also had a change of heart towards him, so Zhao Gonghe's strength had fully improved.
"Yes, I understand." Hong Yuan nodded lightly.
These days, he also learned about Zhao Gonghe's good transformation, but Hong Yuan didn't care at all. His vision had long surpassed the competition among his disciples of the same generation.
Hong Yuan put down the big hammer in his hand, turned around and headed in the direction of his senior brother Zhu Wushang.
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At dusk two days later, Hong Yuan came out of the Jialiu Workshop and walked along the road to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
He was lucky today and was assigned relatively few tasks, so he was able to complete the tasks early and even had time to go to the Sutra Pavilion to continue studying the Ten Jue Ti.
Walking on Qingshi Avenue, Hong Yuan saw many heavily armed disciples going to the Deacon Hall, hoping to make a name for themselves in this war and obtain training resources.
Most of the formal disciples and practicing disciples are relatively poor and need to worry about the Yuan Stone. It is very rare for a practicing disciple like Hong Yuan to collect a large amount of Yuan Stone in a short period of time. They are simply rare.
Therefore, there is an opportunity to leave the sect in an upright and upright manner, and there is a huge gap, which these disciples can only dream of.
In the purple bamboo forest, Hong Yuan met a stunning white-haired beauty. This white-haired beauty had a cold face, giving people the feeling of facing an iceberg.
Hong Yuan's eyes narrowed and he watched the white-haired beauty leave.
"Is she Chen Qingdai?"
"Ayu, don't have any wishful thinking about this senior sister, I can't save you."
"I heard that this senior sister's brother Chen Zhen lost her life in this battlefield, and her hair turned gray overnight."
"She came back to sell off her spiritual field and buy a large elemental array..."
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After Chen Qingdai left the scene, the disciples who knew the inside story were warning their companions.
Hong Yuan's eyes were blank, he knew Chen Qingdai.
In his memory, Chen Qingdai was a reasonable, gentle and pleasant waterside beauty. But now Chen Qingdai has become so cold and determined.
"War~" Hong Yuan sighed softly in his heart.
In an instant, Hong Yuan took firm steps towards the Sutra Pavilion.
War is cruel, a matter of life rather than death.
If you don't become a saint for a day, you will eventually become a chess piece and no longer a chess player.