Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

The three of them flew for five days in the poisonous fog swamp according to the established route, and finally arrived at their destination.

This is a large black swamp area. People can smell a rancid smell before they get close. There is not even a bird in the sky above the swamp, and it looks dead.

When they arrived, there were already more than 20 people waiting at the edge of the swamp.

There are men and women among these people, most of them are Nascent Soul cultivators, and Jindan like Zhang He is only a minority.

Ji Xuanzi!

Chen Wujiu!

Jiang Hongyuan!

Several people made a little surprised sound at the same time, it turned out that the three enemies of Chen Guo had all met together.

After the three of them stared at each other for a few times, they gradually approached. Now the atmosphere is tense, almost as long as there is a spark, it can be ignited.

Zhang He secretly prepared to act at any time, and his spiritual consciousness communicated with the Five Elements Mountain in his dantian, maintaining a state that could be sacrificed at any time.

Hahaha……

It's just in time, we just go hand in hand!

We are all a family, and if there are benefits, we can't make it cheaper for outsiders.

Facts have proved that Zhang He is still too young. Not only did the three old foxes not fight, but they seemed extremely close as if they had seen their own brothers, and they were ready to work together.

The three of them opened a soundproof shield and chatted for a long time inside, their expressions were sometimes wretched, sometimes upright, and sometimes they showed understanding smiles.

After a long time, the three of them finished their discussion, and Elder Jiang walked back to Mei Yun and Zhang He.

Several people have gone in before. Most of the forces of the Great Zhou Dynasty have participated. Our three forces in the Chen Kingdom are relatively weak among them. For the time being, we can only cooperate and form a group.

Elder Jiang said and pointed to the seemingly calm and dead swamp ahead.

To get to the ruins, you must pass through this swamp, but you can't fly over this swamp, you can only walk across the surface of the swamp.

There is a kind of black snake hidden in it, which is about the strength of Jindan, but there are many in number. If the number is too small, it is easy to be besieged by it and dragged into the quagmire.

Only then did Zhang He understand that everyone was waiting here because they wanted to gather more people to distract Black Snake.

Zhang He picked up a branch and threw it into the black swamp,

I saw the branches sinking quickly in the swamp.

This swamp is full of bottomless black sludge. If you can't fly, once you get stuck in it, you can't exert your strength and can only be slowly swallowed by the mud.

This is a bit troublesome. If the water is on the surface, you can get a plank or a small boat to cross it.

Even the branches of this swamp can sink, and they can't fly. There is also a kind of snake in the swamp, always trying to pull you down.

While Zhang He was exploring the swamp, another group of monks came. There were about a dozen of them, and they looked a little bit embarrassed.

Fellow Jin, what's wrong with you?

Some acquaintances in the crowd took the initiative to strike up a conversation and asked.

Hey! Bad luck. I encountered a group of crazy ghost-faced flying ants on the way. Our two teams rushed forward together to pass through the flying ants, but we still suffered a lot.

Everyone, including Zhang He, sympathized with what happened to this fellow Jin Daoist.

Everyone, more than 30 people have gathered now, and we will leave in an hour. What do you think?

The person who spoke was a strong man in the late stage of Nascent Soul. People in the cultivating world called Shouyuan Daoist, who had a high reputation in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Among the thirty people present, his cultivation was the highest.

No one objected to Shouyuan's proposal, they were all silently preparing for it.

Some people meditate to recharge their batteries, and some people look for some branches, vines, weeds and the like around the swamp, tie these things together, and throw them on the swamp at critical moments to temporarily relieve the sinking trend.

It's just that the vegetation in this poisonous mist swamp is extremely scarce, and it has been searched several times by previous groups of monks, so it is very difficult to find a weed now.

Opening and closing eyes and sitting cross-legged, in fact, consciousness enters the space.

In addition to Little Skull and Chi Yan, there are several puppets doing farm work in the space.

Zhang He searched around in the space. He wanted to prepare some wooden planks, but the space grew only spirit stones, so it would be too wasteful to cut them down for the feet.

Looking left and right, I still feel a little bit reluctant.

In the end, I chose a crooked green spirit wood. This kind of spirit wood is generally used to refine flying boat puppets and the like. It is considered to be of relatively low value among the spirit trees planted in space. The most important thing is that it is still crooked. up.

Zhang He cut down the tree and arranged for Chi Yan and Xiaokulou to divide it into planks.

In a corner of the space, there is still a large pile of straw, which he cut off when he was cultivating good seeds in the space before. There are too many straws, and he has not had time to deal with them.

The stalks of the second-level spiritual valley also contain a little spiritual energy. If it falls into the hands of mortals, it will definitely be a good product for strengthening the body, nourishing the body, nourishing the kidneys, enriching the bear, and delaying aging.

In Zhang He's hands, it can only be used as firewood, but now it has a place for military use.

Let Chi Yan use straw to refine some straw ropes. It doesn't need to be very good, as long as it is strong enough and can be controlled with spiritual consciousness.

After arranging, find a storage bag in the space and fill it full of straw. Things that were worthless in the past have become life-saving things at this time.

Zhang He, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes at this moment.

I saw that Elder Jiang and Elder Mei were each holding a small handful of weeds, and they were carefully arranging them together to make them appear as wide as possible.

The two of them searched the surrounding area, and even found the grass roots, only to find this little one, and they almost got into a fight with other monks.

Elder Jiang, Elder Mei, I happen to have some straws that I don't need here, so I just give them to you two.

As Zhang He said, he handed the storage bag containing the straw to the two of them.

The two elders, Jiang Mei, probed inside with their spiritual senses, and found that the storage bag, which was one foot square, was stuffed with straw.

Thank you Elder Zhang!

The two took the storage bag, half of the straw inside, and returned the storage bag to Zhang He.

They really didn't want to understand why Zhang He carried so many useless straws with him.

You must know that the space of the storage bag is limited, and everyone usually wants to empty out all the useless things. How can a pile of weeds take up the storage space.

Elder Jiang poured out a large pile of straw, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone around him.

These Nascent Soul powerhouses usually occupy a domineering existence, but at this moment they showed greedy eyes towards a pile of weeds.

It was Elder Jiang who saw a bad opportunity and sold part of the straw in his hand to Chen Wujiu and Ji Xuanzi at a high price, and the three parties immediately stood on the same front, which made the evildoers feel jealous.

Benefits are such a good thing, they can turn loved ones against each other, and they can also become as close as family with those who killed their fathers and enemies.

However, some people did not give up and walked up to Zhang He.

This little friend, I don't know if there is any extra straw in my hand. I am willing to pay a high price to buy it.

Yes, there are still some, but not many, I want to use it myself...

Zhang He raised his airs and said in deliberation.

I don't ask for much, I just need to share a little.

Without saying a word, the old man directly stuffed a Lingshi into Zhang He's hand.

Zhang He took a look at the spirit stone in his hand, and found that it turned out to be a third-order spirit stone.

The third-order spirit stones are equivalent to 100 second-order spirit stones and 10,000 first-order spirit stones. This is the first time Zhang He has seen the real thing.

Now that everyone paid for the spirit stones, Zhang He took out a bundle of straw from the space and handed it to the old man.

Now that the old man made a good start, all the monks followed suit, and each of them went to Zhang He to spend 10,000 yuan of low-grade spirit stones to buy a bundle of straw.

This should be the most expensive straw sold in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

There were more than 30 people at the scene, and each of them bought a bundle of straw from Zhang He. In a short period of time, he earned 300,000 Lingshi.

Okay, I think everyone is almost ready, let's go now.

Master Shouyuan stood up, greeted everyone, and rushed to the swamp ahead, and the others immediately followed.

Zhang He followed Elder Jiang and rushed into the swamp. There was no place to stay in it. Everyone could only rush through the swamp in one go. If they stopped for a while, they might be swallowed by the swamp.

Zhang He stepped on the black mud of the swamp, and immediately felt his body sinking. He quickly stepped out with the other foot, and stepped forward quickly before sinking.

Everyone rushed forward so fast, no one dared to stop for a while.

At this moment, a big snake about ten feet long suddenly jumped out of the swamp in the middle of the team, and rolled towards a Golden Core cultivator.

This Golden Core cultivator could only sacrifice a flying sword to slash the big snake, but unexpectedly another hidden big snake jumped up, entangled this Golden Core, and was about to drag him into the quagmire.

Naughty animal!

A Nascent Soul cultivator who was traveling with him yelled, and the flying sword was slashed out, and the big snake was cut in two.

Golden Core cultivator broke free from the snake, and within just a moment, nearly half of his body sank into the mud.

He wanted to struggle to get up, but he was powerless and could only sink deeper and deeper.

The rest of the cultivators quickly passed by the Golden Core cultivator, they didn't dare to stay longer, and they couldn't help them, otherwise they might trap themselves.

help me!

help me!

Zhang Daoyou save me, I will give out 1 million spirit stones!

At this moment, Zhang He happened to rush past him, and the Jindan cultivator desperately called for help as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

Seeing that this person spent 10,000 spiritual stones to buy his own straw just now, and now he is paying another 1 million, Zhang He feels that saving someone's life is a duty.

While rushing forward, he threw two planks forward. When his feet stepped on the planks, he flicked his hands and threw a straw rope to the Golden Core cultivator behind him.

At this moment, the Jindan cultivator really grasped at the straw and refused to let go.

Standing on the wooden board, Zhang He pulled hard, and finally dragged the golden core monk out of the mud.

At this time, the two wooden boards under his feet had already sunk into the mud, and if he stayed for a while, he should also sink.

Hastily threw two more straws forward, stepped on the straws with both feet, and felt a little more stable.

Looking back, the Golden Core cultivator finally set foot on the way forward again.

Zhang He only hoped that he would not die on the road ahead, after all, this Jindan owed him 1 million spirit stones.