Chapter 7: 7
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"There are mountains and waters ahead. Be careful."
The friar, surnamed Zheng, put away his blue boat and landed on a rock. Then he sacrificed a long blue sword and said it in a deep voice.
At this time, other people also sacrificed their own magic weapons.
In a group of six, Hong Ming made a modest sacrifice of a yellow flying sword, a medium-quality magic weapon, while nun he made a sacrifice of a green wooden strip, which was shining with water and hovering overhead.
Friar Wei was the most famous one. He sacrificed a golden sword. The spirit of the sword was condensed into sword Qi, and breathed the golden light of the sword.
The nun surnamed Zhang sacrificed a yellow tortoise shell shield to protect her body.
The last friar surnamed Li, holding a sledgehammer in his hand, stood upright, but the yellow light and flame on the latter showed how extraordinary the friar surnamed Li was.
In the middle of Qi training, monks usually have limited divine consciousness and spiritual power, so they can only offer sacrifices to two medium-sized magic weapons. However, if they do this, they will not operate as well as they like, and the speed of spiritual power consumption will be greatly increased.
So, unless it's time to fight, very few people will.
"It's unexpected that Hong Daoyou has a medium quality magic weapon."
The friar surnamed Zheng said quite unexpectedly.
Next to him, the nun was also surprised.
The price of medium quality magic weapons is more than 150 pieces of spirit stones. When most monks just break through the middle stage of Qi training, they all run out of spirit stones. How can they buy the magic weapons and pills that they need in the middle stage of Qi training.
"Hum, it's just a flying sword with earthy properties. I don't know the sword Qi. What power can it have?"
Next to him, friar Wei saw nun he's look and made a very impolite comment.
Hong Ming's eyes sank slightly and remained silent.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
The others didn't seem to hear the words of friar Wei and didn't express any opinions.
"Well, everyone follow me and get ready to start. He Daoyou and Zhang Daoyou are among the four of us, Wei Daoyou is on the right, Li Daoyou is at the end, and Hong Daoyou is on the left. How about that?"
The friar surnamed Zhang made a distribution, but everyone had no opinion.
The division of labor of the six people is clear, and their characteristics are distinct. The arrangement of friars surnamed Zheng is completely OK.
The party is ready to go.
Although you can't rely on the spirit power to fly in the air during the Qi training period, you can still glide in the air in a short time. The mountains, waters and hills are in disorder. Every few hundred meters, a section of rocks protrude from the water, and some of them are tens of feet high, forming a small island.
Six people carefully alert, soon came to a hill.
"Well, here it is."
Friar Zheng stood on a hill and looked around, showing a trace of satisfaction:
"this place is lush, there must be scattered spiritual veins under the ground, and there must be demons and beasts gathering. Wait a moment, I'll go down first and bring the demons up, and then we'll fight together."
Said the friar, surnamed Zheng.
The others nodded.
Apart from Hong Ming, it's not the first time for other people to cooperate. They are very familiar with each other.
Hong Ming sacrificed his flying sword and kept watch carefully.
At this time, Hong Ming suddenly regretted that he didn't buy a magic weapon. In case of an attack from a monster, he had to flee in a hurry.
The friar Zheng said, surrounded by the blue light on his body, went into the water and disappeared.
On the hill, friar Zhang took out two array plates and put them down to arrange the array.
After finishing the arrangement, the nun surnamed Zhang hesitated for a moment and said:
"Hong Daoyou, it's the first time you've come out hunting, and your accomplishments are lower. It's better to come to the array first. If you have array defense, it will be much safer."
Hong Ming heard the speech, slightly hesitated, said: "thank you Zhang Daoyou."
After entering the coverage of the array, Hong Ming's mood eased a little.
Five people stand separately, waiting quietly.
After half a stick of incense, the figure of friar Zheng rushed out, followed by a water buffalo about one foot long. As soon as the buffalo came out of the water, it felt wrong.
But the next moment, the branches in the hands of Nun he flew over quickly and turned into green vines, which tied the two hind legs of the buffalo. Nun Zhang urged the array. A blue light flashed over the array, and a curtain appeared to surround the buffalo.
"Kill
At this moment, no one hesitated. The green flying knife of friar Zheng quickly cut across the buffalo.
The long golden sword of friar Wei roared past, and the sword body with sword spirit killed the buffalo.
The friar surnamed Li was even more arrogant. He flashed yellow and red lights on his body, waved a sledgehammer and fought with Buffalo directly.
Seeing this, Hong Ming, without hesitation, pokes his flying sword into the buffalo's eyes.
Six people work together, nun Xiu he and nun Xiu Zhang besiege, the other four kill the enemy.The second-order monster had no resistance at all. With half a pillar of incense, he was killed, and his body was torn into several parts. His flesh and blood scattered all over the ground.
"Hongdaoyou, go to the bottom of the water and clean up the elixir. Around the buffalo's nest, there are some water clouds, which are worth hundreds of spirit stones!" The friar surnamed Zheng said with a smile.
In this battle, Hong Ming has the least effort and the least spiritual power.
With low cultivation, it is naturally suitable for cleaning the battlefield.
Hong Ming nodded, and the blue light flashed over his body and went to the bottom of the water.
The sea is not deep, and it's not the first time Hong Ming has dived into the bottom of the water, but he's still a little worried when he's alone in the depths of the water.
Carefully sneak into the bottom, the water pressure around is getting higher and higher, the Lingli shield around Hongming is also squeezed severely, and more and more Lingli is consumed.
Finally, Hong Ming came to a cave under the ground.
The cave is not deep and clean. Entering the cave, Hong Ming feels the smell of buffalo around him.
On one side of the cave, there is a piece of gray soil, on which there is a faint aura, and on this soil, there is a piece of blue elixir.
"Water cloud grass!"
Hong Ming recognized it all at once.
This elixir is not high, only three or four leaves, each leaf has a blue pattern, looks like clouds, from time to time the clouds are still moving.
It's like clouds in the sky.
"Twenty two pearls of water cloud grass. Unfortunately, there are only eight above the three leaves. Among them, there are two with four leaves and one with five leaves." Hong Ming sighed.
It has two leaves, one for every fifty years.
That is to say, most of the elixirs are 50 years old, and their value is not high. Only the 100 year old elixir of four leaves is worth 50 or 60 spirit stones, while the 150 year old elixir of five leaves is worth 150 or 60 spirit stones.
Carefully dig up the elixir from the root, with the soil on the ground, Hong Ming's eyes suddenly show a strange color.
"The earth in the gourd is spiritual earth!"
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"There are mountains and waters ahead. Be careful."
The friar, surnamed Zheng, put away his blue boat and landed on a rock. Then he sacrificed a long blue sword and said it in a deep voice.
At this time, other people also sacrificed their own magic weapons.
In a group of six, Hong Ming made a modest sacrifice of a yellow flying sword, a medium-quality magic weapon, while nun he made a sacrifice of a green wooden strip, which was shining with water and hovering overhead.
Friar Wei was the most famous one. He sacrificed a golden sword. The spirit of the sword was condensed into sword Qi, and breathed the golden light of the sword.
The nun surnamed Zhang sacrificed a yellow tortoise shell shield to protect her body.
The last friar surnamed Li, holding a sledgehammer in his hand, stood upright, but the yellow light and flame on the latter showed how extraordinary the friar surnamed Li was.
In the middle of Qi training, monks usually have limited divine consciousness and spiritual power, so they can only offer sacrifices to two medium-sized magic weapons. However, if they do this, they will not operate as well as they like, and the speed of spiritual power consumption will be greatly increased.
So, unless it's time to fight, very few people will.
"It's unexpected that Hong Daoyou has a medium quality magic weapon."
The friar surnamed Zheng said quite unexpectedly.
Next to him, the nun was also surprised.
The price of medium quality magic weapons is more than 150 pieces of spirit stones. When most monks just break through the middle stage of Qi training, they all run out of spirit stones. How can they buy the magic weapons and pills that they need in the middle stage of Qi training.
"Hum, it's just a flying sword with earthy properties. I don't know the sword Qi. What power can it have?"
Next to him, friar Wei saw nun he's look and made a very impolite comment.
Hong Ming's eyes sank slightly and remained silent.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
The others didn't seem to hear the words of friar Wei and didn't express any opinions.
"Well, everyone follow me and get ready to start. He Daoyou and Zhang Daoyou are among the four of us, Wei Daoyou is on the right, Li Daoyou is at the end, and Hong Daoyou is on the left. How about that?"
The friar surnamed Zhang made a distribution, but everyone had no opinion.
The division of labor of the six people is clear, and their characteristics are distinct. The arrangement of friars surnamed Zheng is completely OK.
The party is ready to go.
Although you can't rely on the spirit power to fly in the air during the Qi training period, you can still glide in the air in a short time. The mountains, waters and hills are in disorder. Every few hundred meters, a section of rocks protrude from the water, and some of them are tens of feet high, forming a small island.
Six people carefully alert, soon came to a hill.
"Well, here it is."
Friar Zheng stood on a hill and looked around, showing a trace of satisfaction:
"this place is lush, there must be scattered spiritual veins under the ground, and there must be demons and beasts gathering. Wait a moment, I'll go down first and bring the demons up, and then we'll fight together."
Said the friar, surnamed Zheng.
The others nodded.
Apart from Hong Ming, it's not the first time for other people to cooperate. They are very familiar with each other.
Hong Ming sacrificed his flying sword and kept watch carefully.
At this time, Hong Ming suddenly regretted that he didn't buy a magic weapon. In case of an attack from a monster, he had to flee in a hurry.
The friar Zheng said, surrounded by the blue light on his body, went into the water and disappeared.
On the hill, friar Zhang took out two array plates and put them down to arrange the array.
After finishing the arrangement, the nun surnamed Zhang hesitated for a moment and said:
"Hong Daoyou, it's the first time you've come out hunting, and your accomplishments are lower. It's better to come to the array first. If you have array defense, it will be much safer."
Hong Ming heard the speech, slightly hesitated, said: "thank you Zhang Daoyou."
After entering the coverage of the array, Hong Ming's mood eased a little.
Five people stand separately, waiting quietly.
After half a stick of incense, the figure of friar Zheng rushed out, followed by a water buffalo about one foot long. As soon as the buffalo came out of the water, it felt wrong.
But the next moment, the branches in the hands of Nun he flew over quickly and turned into green vines, which tied the two hind legs of the buffalo. Nun Zhang urged the array. A blue light flashed over the array, and a curtain appeared to surround the buffalo.
"Kill
At this moment, no one hesitated. The green flying knife of friar Zheng quickly cut across the buffalo.
The long golden sword of friar Wei roared past, and the sword body with sword spirit killed the buffalo.
The friar surnamed Li was even more arrogant. He flashed yellow and red lights on his body, waved a sledgehammer and fought with Buffalo directly.
Seeing this, Hong Ming, without hesitation, pokes his flying sword into the buffalo's eyes.
Six people work together, nun Xiu he and nun Xiu Zhang besiege, the other four kill the enemy.The second-order monster had no resistance at all. With half a pillar of incense, he was killed, and his body was torn into several parts. His flesh and blood scattered all over the ground.
"Hongdaoyou, go to the bottom of the water and clean up the elixir. Around the buffalo's nest, there are some water clouds, which are worth hundreds of spirit stones!" The friar surnamed Zheng said with a smile.
In this battle, Hong Ming has the least effort and the least spiritual power.
With low cultivation, it is naturally suitable for cleaning the battlefield.
Hong Ming nodded, and the blue light flashed over his body and went to the bottom of the water.
The sea is not deep, and it's not the first time Hong Ming has dived into the bottom of the water, but he's still a little worried when he's alone in the depths of the water.
Carefully sneak into the bottom, the water pressure around is getting higher and higher, the Lingli shield around Hongming is also squeezed severely, and more and more Lingli is consumed.
Finally, Hong Ming came to a cave under the ground.
The cave is not deep and clean. Entering the cave, Hong Ming feels the smell of buffalo around him.
On one side of the cave, there is a piece of gray soil, on which there is a faint aura, and on this soil, there is a piece of blue elixir.
"Water cloud grass!"
Hong Ming recognized it all at once.
This elixir is not high, only three or four leaves, each leaf has a blue pattern, looks like clouds, from time to time the clouds are still moving.
It's like clouds in the sky.
"Twenty two pearls of water cloud grass. Unfortunately, there are only eight above the three leaves. Among them, there are two with four leaves and one with five leaves." Hong Ming sighed.
It has two leaves, one for every fifty years.
That is to say, most of the elixirs are 50 years old, and their value is not high. Only the 100 year old elixir of four leaves is worth 50 or 60 spirit stones, while the 150 year old elixir of five leaves is worth 150 or 60 spirit stones.
Carefully dig up the elixir from the root, with the soil on the ground, Hong Ming's eyes suddenly show a strange color.
"The earth in the gourd is spiritual earth!"
"There are mountains and waters ahead. Be careful." The friar, surnamed Zheng, put away his blue boat and landed on a rock. Then he sacrificed a long blue sword and said it in a deep voice. At this time, other people also sacrificed their own magic weapons. In a group of six, Hong Ming made a modest sacrifice of a yellow flying sword, a medium-quality magic weapon, while nun he made a sacrifice of a green wooden strip, which was shining with water and hovering overhead. Friar Wei was the most famous one. He sacrificed a golden sword. The spirit of the sword was condensed into sword Qi, and breathed the golden light of the sword. The nun surnamed Zhang sacrificed a yellow tortoise shell shield to protect her body. The last friar surnamed Li, holding a sledgehammer in his hand, stood upright, but the yellow light and flame on the latter showed how extraordinary the friar surnamed Li was. In the middle of Qi training, monks usually have limited divine consciousness and spiritual power, so they can only offer sacrifices to two medium-sized magic weapons. However, if they do this, they will not operate as well as they like, and the speed of spiritual power consumption will be greatly increased. So, unless it's time to fight, very few people will. "It's unexpected that Hong Daoyou has a medium quality magic weapon." The friar surnamed Zheng said quite unexpectedly. Next to him, the nun was also surprised. The price of medium quality magic weapons is more than 150 pieces of spirit stones. When most monks just break through the middle stage of Qi training, they all run out of spirit stones. How can they buy the magic weapons and pills that they need in the middle stage of Qi training. "Hum, it's just a flying sword with earthy properties. I don't know the sword Qi. What power can it have?" Next to him, friar Wei saw nun he's look and made a very impolite comment. Hong Ming's eyes sank slightly and remained silent. The atmosphere was a bit awkward. The others didn't seem to hear the words of friar Wei and didn't express any opinions. "Well, everyone follow me and get ready to start. He Daoyou and Zhang Daoyou are among the four of us, Wei Daoyou is on the right, Li Daoyou is at the end, and Hong Daoyou is on the left. How about that?" The friar surnamed Zhang made a distribution, but everyone had no opinion. The division of labor of the six people is clear, and their characteristics are distinct. The arrangement of friars surnamed Zheng is completely OK. The party is ready to go. Although you can't rely on the spirit power to fly in the air during the Qi training period, you can still glide in the air in a short time. The mountains, waters and hills are in disorder. Every few hundred meters, a section of rocks protrude from the water, and some of them are tens of feet high, forming a small island. Six people carefully alert, soon came to a hill. "Well, here it is." Friar Zheng stood on a hill and looked around, showing a trace of satisfaction: "this place is lush, there must be scattered spiritual veins under the ground, and there must be demons and beasts gathering. Wait a moment, I'll go down first and bring the demons up, and then we'll fight together." Said the friar, surnamed Zheng. The others nodded. Apart from Hong Ming, it's not the first time for other people to cooperate. They are very familiar with each other. Hong Ming sacrificed his flying sword and kept watch carefully. At this time, Hong Ming suddenly regretted that he didn't buy a magic weapon. In case of an attack from a monster, he had to flee in a hurry. The friar Zheng said, surrounded by the blue light on his body, went into the water and disappeared. On the hill, friar Zhang took out two array plates and put them down to arrange the array. After finishing the arrangement, the nun surnamed Zhang hesitated for a moment and said: "Hong Daoyou, it's the first time you've come out hunting, and your accomplishments are lower. It's better to come to the array first. If you have array defense, it will be much safer." Hong Ming heard the speech, slightly hesitated, said: "thank you Zhang Daoyou." After entering the coverage of the array, Hong Ming's mood eased a little. Five people stand separately, waiting quietly. After half a stick of incense, the figure of friar Zheng rushed out, followed by a water buffalo about one foot long. As soon as the buffalo came out of the water, it felt wrong. But the next moment, the branches in the hands of Nun he flew over quickly and turned into green vines, which tied the two hind legs of the buffalo. Nun Zhang urged the array. A blue light flashed over the array, and a curtain appeared to surround the buffalo. "Kill At this moment, no one hesitated. The green flying knife of friar Zheng quickly cut across the buffalo. The long golden sword of friar Wei roared past, and the sword body with sword spirit killed the buffalo. The friar surnamed Li was even more arrogant. He flashed yellow and red lights on his body, waved a sledgehammer and fought with Buffalo directly. Seeing this, Hong Ming, without hesitation, pokes his flying sword into the buffalo's eyes. Six people work together, nun Xiu he and nun Xiu Zhang besiege, the other four kill the enemy.The second-order monster had no resistance at all. With half a pillar of incense, he was killed, and his body was torn into several parts. His flesh and blood scattered all over the ground. "Hongdaoyou, go to the bottom of the water and clean up the elixir. Around the buffalo's nest, there are some water clouds, which are worth hundreds of spirit stones!" The friar surnamed Zheng said with a smile. In this battle, Hong Ming has the least effort and the least spiritual power. With low cultivation, it is naturally suitable for cleaning the battlefield. Hong Ming nodded, and the blue light flashed over his body and went to the bottom of the water. The sea is not deep, and it's not the first time Hong Ming has dived into the bottom of the water, but he's still a little worried when he's alone in the depths of the water. Carefully sneak into the bottom, the water pressure around is getting higher and higher, the Lingli shield around Hongming is also squeezed severely, and more and more Lingli is consumed. Finally, Hong Ming came to a cave under the ground. The cave is not deep and clean. Entering the cave, Hong Ming feels the smell of buffalo around him. On one side of the cave, there is a piece of gray soil, on which there is a faint aura, and on this soil, there is a piece of blue elixir. "Water cloud grass!" Hong Ming recognized it all at once. This elixir is not high, only three or four leaves, each leaf has a blue pattern, looks like clouds, from time to time the clouds are still moving. It's like clouds in the sky. "Twenty two pearls of water cloud grass. Unfortunately, there are only eight above the three leaves. Among them, there are two with four leaves and one with five leaves." Hong Ming sighed. It has two leaves, one for every fifty years. That is to say, most of the elixirs are 50 years old, and their value is not high. Only the 100 year old elixir of four leaves is worth 50 or 60 spirit stones, while the 150 year old elixir of five leaves is worth 150 or 60 spirit stones. Carefully dig up the elixir from the root, with the soil on the ground, Hong Ming's eyes suddenly show a strange color. "The earth in the gourd is spiritual earth!"
