Beast

The night was getting dark, and none of the dozen or so people in this group had any intention of giving up.

"If Zhuang Yu can obtain and refine Rehmannia glutinosa, enhancing strength and cultivation will be secondary. The essence of Rehmannia glutinosa nourishes the earth spirit root is the most precious. It will undoubtedly enhance his qualifications." A hair-haired man next to him said

The gray-haired middle-aged man said with a little envy.

"This is not true at all. Except for Brother Zhuang, we are all in the Purple Mansion Realm. Compared with Zhuang Yu, our potential is far behind. Youth means qualifications," a middle-aged man said sadly.

Age has a great influence on the improvement of cultivation. The same monks, but different ages, have different losses of soul and spiritual roots, which also changes the potential of cultivation.

If a monk with earthly spiritual roots neglects cultivation when he is young, and when he is old, compared with a monk with true spiritual roots of the same cultivation level, regardless of factors such as techniques and spiritual objects, their cultivation potential will be lower.

It's not that far apart, Tianlinggen's advantage is no longer there.

Moreover, for monks, if they can refine a kind of spiritual object in advance, although their cultivation will not skyrocket to the realm of reality, the spiritual object's nourishment of the spiritual root will change the qualifications of the spiritual root.

, and the true essence will transform accordingly.

Zhenyuan will have some of the characteristics of practicing spiritual things!

"Did you hear that? This time you know the wonder of Rehmannia glutinosa essence," the middle-aged man in Jinyi said happily.

"Dad, I know." The young man changed his name to Zhuang Yu, and the embarrassment in his expression disappeared, and he replied with a smile. Looking at his appearance, it was obvious that he cared more about the Dihuang spirit's ability to marry both 'Wanyun' and 'Wanxuan'.

"You kid..." The man in brocade clothes smiled helplessly.

Zhuang Yu's father, Zhuang Shaoqing, is the monk in the early stage of Dingling who is known to everyone in Shuangxiong Village.

Zhuang Shaoqing said sternly to the ten monks in the Purple Mansion Realm, "Continue, things will change without delay. Pay careful attention to any abnormalities on the rock wall. The essence of Rehmannia glutinosa can be integrated into the rock wall, but it will also remain in the rock wall."

Take a breath"

Everyone in the Shuangxiong Village was ready to make a move. Zhuang Shaoqing and his eleven people carefully searched every rock and soil near [***] Swamp. The more than twenty people in the pile of rocks were waiting for the silver-scale fruit and golden-scale fruit with vigilance.

of maturity.

The sky darkened and brightened, and it was already early morning.

All night long, Yang Qing was in a semi-tranquil state, keeping vigilant towards the area within a hundred feet, closing his eyes to rest his mind. When he stood up in the morning, he felt refreshed and energetic.

He glanced coldly at the more than 20 people surrounding the pile of rocks, found an open space beside the stone platform, and practiced the seventy-two routines in "Nujiang Stick Technique" with a calm expression, feeling angrily staring at him in his heart.

More than 20 people didn't care.

The retreat last night was definitely not out of fear, but rather to restrain the recklessness in my heart and not to do unnecessary things.

Although the other party's scolding had already made him angry, the reason why he was able to restrain his emotions was because he was able to guess his own situation when he walked towards the pile of rocks.

Qi Xiaohu and others said that Yang Qing was reckless, but he disagreed in his heart.

The reason is that at this time, Yang Qing thinks that he is already very cautious.

Seeing the anger in the eyes of more than 20 people, Yang Qing felt an inexplicable joy in his heart, and the long stick Wulie in his hand danced like a dark shadow.

The four groups of more than 20 monks were all on guard against each other. They had not meditated or rested all night. Although they did not feel tired, they still lacked energy and energy. Looking at the man who was dancing sticks wantonly in the distance, he became furious.

"Go! Kill him!" The middle-aged man who had scolded Yang Qing said coldly to the young man beside him.

"I know!" There was only a slit in the young man's eyes. At this time, there was a cold light flashing, and there was also anger in his heart. When he responded in a low voice, he had already turned over and jumped off the rock. In order to avoid misunderstanding, he walked far away from everyone, wielded a long sword, and

Run towards Yang Qing.

"Today, you lost your life, and the only blame is that you were too arrogant!" The young man flew close and said fiercely, "Take your life!"

At this time, the two were less than thirty feet apart, and a pale golden sword appeared around them. The golden essence surged and he stretched out his hand, and the sword turned into a stream of light and shot away.

"bite!"

Yang Qing's expression suddenly turned cold. The opponent was coming to kill him. His heart was fierce and he couldn't care so much. The muscles in his right arm trembled and tightened. The long stick Wulie brought up a black light, and along with the whistling sound, he pushed aside the golden stream of light.

"snort!"

The force of the full-strength weapon attack by the monks in the Purple Mansion Realm exceeded the strength of Yang Qing's single arm. Without resisting forcefully, the defense was greater than the attack this time. Just let it deviate from the direction. He took two steps and stepped forward two feet.

Far away, swinging his right arm, Wulie let go of the long stick, heading straight for the young man who was more than ten feet in the air.

"Woo..."

A single arm activates the power of the whole body, and jumping forward increases the strength. This combined strength exceeds ten thousand kilograms, which is only weaker than holding a stick with both hands to chop down.

At this time, due to jumping forward, he narrowed the distance between the two people and moved away from the pale golden sword.

The face of the young man flying with the weapon suddenly changed. At this time, he used the pale golden long sword to kill Yang Qing. He could no longer stop the long stick Wu Lie wielded with brute force. This was because the long stick was not manipulated with spiritual consciousness. Mobilizing the long sword

When killed, the young man will die together with Yang Qing.

How could the young man pursue immortality like this? He swayed under his feet and dodged. The talisman in his hand instantly turned into ashes, and a golden film enveloped his whole body. He only had time to finish this, and the ink shadow of the stick was already photographed on the golden film.

"Buzz!"

The golden film is only a piece of rice paper thick, but it is very tough.

However, the attack power of a long stick at such a short distance is stronger than the attack of a full-power imperial weapon in the Purple Mansion Realm. Low-level metal defensive talismans cannot completely offset the power of the stick.

"Bo!"

The golden film shattered, and before the second defensive talisman was injected with true energy, the stick was already slapped on the body.

"Peng!"

The young man staggered. Although his organs and bones were protected by true energy, the remaining strength of the stick still almost caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Woo..."

Before the long stick Wu Lie could fall, the fine steel stick came out of his hand.

The young man's face turned pale, the golden film reappeared, and his body retreated violently.

"court death!"

Sitting cross-legged with everyone on the rock, a few young men went to help while they were having a cold drink.

"Everyone come back!"

The middle-aged man yelled angrily. The opponent showed the strength of a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm. Even if he killed him, his side would suffer casualties. At that time, the competition for the Golden Scale Fruit would be extremely unfavorable!

"Peng!"

The golden film shattered again, and the fine steel rod whipped up.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out!

The pale golden sword fell to the side and it was too late to take it away, so the figure retreated and rose.

He didn't stop until he was a hundred feet high. He covered his chest with one hand and moved the other hand to guide the sword.

There is enough true energy in the long sword. Even if there is no true essence, it can be slowly mobilized by the induction of recognizing the master and the mark left by the flushing of true essence.

"bite!"

The long stick Wulie swung out again and struck the golden sword that was about to fly in the air.

The young monk was injured, and his control over the pale golden sword was reduced. Moreover, the sword was hit before its speed increased, and it immediately fell to the side.

"ah!"

The young monk shouted angrily. At this time, if he took out another magic weapon to attack, it would be useless at such a distance and with injuries on his body. The opponent was holding a long stick and staring at the long sword. As long as the long sword moved slightly, he would raise the stick.

Just smash it.

Such a harming magic weapon, if the young man manipulates it with his spiritual consciousness, it will also harm his spiritual consciousness. At that time, it is not as simple as losing the magic weapon. The independent consumption of the spiritual consciousness is completely different from the passive damage.

"Wait!"

The young man gritted his teeth and left a word, and the imperial weapon left.

The faces of everyone sitting cross-legged on the rock turned green with anger, as if they had eaten flies.

The monks from the other three parties snickered in their hearts. That group was the strongest. It would be better if a few of them died. It would be best if they all died.

Yang Qing felt happy again in his cold heart, picked up the pale golden sword, found no damage, turned it over and put it into the Xumi gourd.

"snort!"

The young man who returned to the rock snorted coldly, and the pale golden sword had lost touch with him.

The Xumi gourd belongs to one space. Although it is a little small, it can cut off the recognition of the owner. Although it has not released the recognition of the owner, after taking it away, the young man cannot control it after taking it out. He put away the two long sticks and sat back on the stone platform.

.

"Crack!"

Yang Qing looked calm, while eating the red spiritual fruit, he casually looked at the more than 20 people guarding the pile of rocks.

If he used the Yaoyue Bow, he would definitely be able to shoot the young man dead, but in that case, he would become the target of public criticism and would have no choice but to run for his life.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, he is just a person who was blinded by greed.

Although it is reckless to fight with young people rashly, you should be cautious afterwards.

"Crunch!"

The teeth of the seven people on the rock were gnashing.

Yang Qing lay down for a while, sat for a while, and moved his legs and feet for a while. Time passed very quickly.

At this moment, everyone beside the pile of rocks was at war with each other. The reason was that the uninjured young man wanted to leave here and go back to recuperate.

How can the other three parties let him go back? Once they recruit people, they will not be able to snatch the silver-scale fruit or golden-scale fruit. Therefore, if the young man insists on leaving, they will fight in one place before the fruit matures.

Everyone knew that this was definitely not a show-off. Once the young man left, a fight would be inevitable.

The matter was settled, and everyone sat back down.

There are often monks coming and going in the Zhenlong Mountains, and in one day, one person has been killed in a heap of rubble.

The body was not dragged away, but placed aside as a warning to those who would covet it.

As night falls, the silver-scaled fruits and golden-scaled fruits shine a little brighter than yesterday. Everyone knows that they are one step closer to maturity. The atmosphere among the four groups of monks is even more tense, and they all seem to be ready to attack at any time.

Only Yang Qing looked calm, but in fact he was very nervous. If he wanted to snatch the Silver Scale Fruit in this situation, he could only endure it, wait for the opportunity, and save his life first.

At this time, another monk arrived. Seeing this scene, he hid aside and did not dare to leave.

At noon, another monk arrived.

After seeing this scene, the monk knew that leaving directly would lead to death, so the four groups of monks did not allow anyone to pass on the news about the Golden Scale Fruit.

Although it was not stated explicitly, everyone present knew it.

The two monks were unwilling to leave the rare treasures alone to look at. They gathered together for a brief discussion and then asked Yang Qing if they wanted to join forces.

Yang Qing thought for a moment and shook his head slightly. If the three of them were united together, the chance would be slightly increased. However, if he could really get the Golden Scale Fruit, he didn't want to separate the rare treasure. Therefore, to avoid the pain of getting it, he refused.

The two men looked Yang Qing up and down, with inexplicable disdain on their faces, and secretly scolded him for being arrogant.

Arrogant or not, Yang Qing knew in his heart that because of the chaotic scene at that time, the two monks in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm could only hide and attack with their weapons, and asked him to snatch it. If he didn't grab it, he had to escape in time.

If you get it, you have to divide it between two people.

Based on this calculation, it is not cost-effective to partner up.

Through the lush branches and leaves, the fiery red sun as big as a millstone sets in the west.

"boom!"

There are several streams of light colliding repeatedly in the sky in the distance. Judging from their distance, an inaudible roar is imaginary in my mind even though it is more than ten miles away.

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