"You scoundrel boy, why don't you get up!" the old man said, with no hint of anger in his words and a calm expression on his face.
The Taoist boy was indeed obedient. Even though his face turned ugly after hearing these words, he did not dare to speak.
Zhang San was a little surprised, not sure if the old man was paying attention, "Senior means not to kill me anymore."
"Why should I kill you? Since you shed your blood to accept the mission of our sect, you will either die in the experimental place or become a disciple of our sect. How could I do it?" The old man explained. The change was so big that Zhang San's brain was a little nervous.
Can't turn a corner.
The old man was speechless when he saw Zhang San, and continued: "But since you took the Taoist boy's storage bag, then the cause and effect between you two will be settled from now on, so don't cause trouble for him!"
Zhang San saw that the old man really meant to let him go. Although he didn't know whether what the old man just said was true or false, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. "Since the senior has given the order, the junior will obey it. But what if the Taoist boy takes the initiative to trouble me?"
Zhang San asked carefully to avoid being plotted by the other party.
"That's because he is seeking his own death. It's up to you to deal with it!" The old man spoke very cheerfully, "You go!"
"Farewell," Zhang San said with a look of confusion on his face and left.
In an ordinary inn in Fangshi, Zhang San, who had just walked into the room, showed a look of ecstasy on his face that could no longer be concealed.
"Storage bag, this is a must-have storage bag for cultivation!"
Zhang San sat on the bedside, took out the storage bag and turned it over to look at it. The whole body was reddish, and the tentacles were as smooth as silk. It was made of an unknown material.
Zhang San's mind swept through, and a formation appeared in his induction, but there was still a trace of the Taoist boy's mind on the formation. Zhang San did not hesitate to surge forward with his spiritual sense, driving out the Taoist boy's mind.
Suddenly, there was an inexplicable connection between a two-foot space and Zhang San’s mind!
Zhang San shook his hand holding the storage bag to the ground, and three things suddenly appeared in front of him, "A jade bottle, a jade slip and more than ten spiritual stones!"
Needless to say, there is no need to say much about the spirit stone. It has already been introduced in Qiu E's jade slip. Zhang San took it back and picked up the jade slip to check it out.
"Spring Breeze Jue!" is an ordinary skill that goes straight to the twelfth level of Qi training. It is gentle in spiritual power and has good healing effects. It is biased towards the wood attribute.
Zhang San tried to run it, but he was able to practice. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. It seemed that the problem with the method was solved.
Zhang San suppressed the excitement in his heart and did not practice immediately. Instead, he picked up the jade bottle and went out, then came back and prepared to retreat and sprint.
"Little elixir! The main elixir below the sixth level of Qi training. One pill can be used by ordinary monks for three days of hard training. You can take up to three pills a day."
Now that he understood everything, Zhang San began to try to practice the Spring Breeze Art. The first level of Qi training was too low. Zhang San understood that although he had the spiritual sense of foundation building and the ultimate skill of the Soul-Slaying Art, if someone discovered it,
This weakness will be killed with one strike.
The cultivation was beyond Zhang San's expectation, "Qi training level one, level two,..." The effect of the cultivation surprised Zhang San himself. The spiritual energy sensed by his spiritual sense during the foundation-building period made Zhang San better than those of the same level.
It was countless times higher, and with the help of elixirs, Zhang San was unexpected.
Zhang San was fascinated by the feeling of cultivation. Every breakthrough gave him a different feeling. Suddenly, Zhang San felt the jade slip of the Holy One Sect in the storage bag emit white light, but it was time.
When Zhang San woke up, five days had passed. "Practice the fourth level, and you are only a piece of paper away from the fifth level!" But Zhang San also felt that the spiritual power originally gathered in Dantian had also dispersed throughout his body.
The meridians have also reached the extreme limit of the current spiritual power operation, and they need to be slowly cultivated and expanded before they can absorb and retain the spiritual power again.
"It seems that the potential during the breakthrough has been exhausted!" Zhang San knew that he would have to rely on himself in the future.
"It stinks." At this moment, Zhang San realized that his whole body was covered with the dregs left by the breakthrough, and an unpleasant stench was emitting. Zhang San quickly used his spiritual power to repel all the debris, and hurriedly
Get up and leave.
It was still the place where Shengyi Sect recruited disciples in Fangshi, but at this time, more than ten people had gathered, each standing in twos and threes and talking about something.
Everyone was a little surprised by Zhang San's arrival, but no one paid attention. Only a fat man who called himself "Jin" came over to say a few words, asked about Zhang San's situation, and then turned around and left.
Zhang San was also happy and found a remote place. While waiting, he listened and memorized what the monks around him said. After all, he had just entered the world of cultivation, so it was better to listen more and talk less. Being looked down upon by others was a small thing. If he was criticized for it,
It's not good for people to see through it and be plotted against.
Most of the people who come here are casual cultivators, and there are also some members of small families. They all caught up with the sudden recruitment of disciples by Shengyi Sect by chance. In addition, the recruitment time was short, and the Taoist boy who presided over the recruitment was even more...
He was harsh and unusual, with cold words and crazy words, all kinds of blows, coupled with greed and shamelessness. Later, I heard fellow Taoists complain that he even collected several storage bags, so that most of the people behind him stopped at him, and gathered here
Most of the more than ten people signed up two days ago.
"I really don't know if that Taoist boy was suddenly stimulated by something, causing his personality to change drastically." But it was Fatty Jin who listened and analyzed what he said.
Zhang San was sweating coldly when he heard these words, because if nothing else, the culprit would be him. Looking at a small number of people around him, they began to show unkind expressions, and Zhang San looked at the fat man's eyes.
He also changed, "I can't let him talk any more...".
Just when Zhang San was worried about what to do and ended the conversation, he suddenly saw the old man who built the foundation and the Taoist boy walking slowly towards him. Zhang San was overjoyed and shouted quickly: "Here we come!"
Everyone around looked around and saw the old man approaching. They stopped talking and bowed their hands and said, "We have met our senior."
Zhang San also bowed down, and then looked at his nose and heart, ignoring the Taoist boy who looked at him fiercely, with an indifferent look.
The old man returned the greeting with his hands raised: "You're welcome, I am the elder of the outer sect of Shengyi Sect, Taoist Qiu, and I am in charge of recruiting disciples this time. If you continue to talk, there is still a moment before the flying dragon boat from our sect arrives."
As the old man spoke, his eyes swept across the crowd. When he saw Zhang San, he couldn't help but nodded slightly. Coupled with the glaring gaze of the Taoist boy, Zhang San knew that something was wrong, and he smiled bitterly in his heart, "This is Yang."
Conspiracy?"
After the old man finished speaking, he really stopped talking and closed his eyes on one side. Zhang San looked around at the people who were even more alienated from him and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He also had some doubts about what the old man said just now.
"Brother, I'm just wondering why all the fellow Taoists looked a little unnatural when the senior mentioned the flying dragon boat."
Zhang San was a little surprised when he saw Fatty Jin walking over. He couldn't help but nodded and thought to himself: "This Fatty Jin is really a smart person. Others are jealous of him because he might offend the old man."
, but Fatty Jin has a good grasp of all this."
"Please, fellow Taoist, please clear up my doubts!" Zhang San was also happy to make this kind of favor.
"Actually, it's nothing," Fatty Jin waved his hand, "Actually, the reason for recruiting disciples this time is because a small Yuan realm under the Shengyi Sect is open. The reason why we are recruited is to help pick the elixir and give it to those disciples.
For training purposes."
When Fatty Jin said this, he couldn't help but smile: "Fellow Taoist should know what practicing hands means!"
Zhang San nodded heavily, "I wonder how strong those sect disciples are?"
"If nothing unexpected happens, according to some records in my family, they should be above the tenth level of Qi training. Fellow Taoist, please think about it carefully." Fatty Jin persuaded me.