Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 117 Sound Bamboo Sword

 Large old forests and rolling hills.

A group of pig monsters with protruding tusks and black thorns on their heads rushed towards them, kicking up billows of dust.

 “Shield up!”

In a phalanx of five hundred people, a thick earth shield rose up, like a giant city gate. The pig demon staggered against it, and two of its tusks were broken.

 “Jinge Shu, start!”

 Twelve golden swords gathered in the four corners of the phalanx, and roared out with terrifying power.

At this moment, several pig demons were killed directly, but more of them were still alive and kicking.

Several pig monsters that were brushed by Jin Ge's magic flew several feet away, rolled twice on the ground, and got up again with a groan.

The pig demon under attack became more and more violent, with red light shining on its protruding fangs, like heavy chariots, hitting the earth shield and causing sand and gravel to fly everywhere.

 “Hold on, increase the mana injection!”

The leading deacon saw a few cracks appearing on the earth shield and hurriedly roared at the top of his lungs.

"Junior Brother Ma, Junior Sister Long, let's take action together... These pig monsters are rough-skinned and thick-bodied. They are an anomaly among the first-order monsters. They can protect themselves with their battle formations alone, but they can't be wiped out if they want to. After a long time, The pig monsters dispersed and delayed things."

Three foundation-building monks were parked in mid-air, commenting on the battle situation below.

“Hmph, I have to practice hard later. The first battle ended like this. I couldn’t even hit the target with my Jin Ge Technique..."

Ma Ming had a gloomy face, and a green knife flew out of his hand and stabbed into the pig demon's body like it was cutting tofu.

　　It circled around inside and shot out, looking for the next target, leaving behind the pig monster that was stirred inside and fell to the ground.

“Fortunately, those cultivating families and casual cultivators haven’t reunited yet, otherwise it would be a disgrace to the Qingfeng Sect if they were to look at it!”

"Junior Brother Ma is overthinking. In the land reclamation war, the sect occupies the absolute leading position. Who dares to say anything... Anyone who disobeys orders and flinches can be dealt with directly. Except for a few casual cultivators who don't know the importance of the matter, the rest are just They will move closer to us, strive for more chances of survival, and take more care of them when they are rewarded after the war."

Elder Zhang of the Law Enforcement Hall caught a pig demon with two silver flying claws, pulled it to both sides, and tore it in half.

On the other side, Junior Sister Long, who was hot and taciturn, waved her hand and the crescent moon rotated, driving back several pig monsters that were trying to escape.

 After a stick of incense, these pig monsters were finally killed.

 The battle formation was lifted, and every monk had consumed a lot of mana. Except for the guards, the others sat down to recover their mana.

 After a battle, except for a few people who lost their strength, all of them were unscathed.

If there was no battle formation, the five hundred monks would be in a mess, and there would definitely be dozens of casualties in the end when the pig demon rushes them.

 On the land reclamation road, until in front of Feiyue Lake, there are at least dozens of groups of monsters like this, and there will be monsters rushing out from nowhere at any time.

Without the cooperation of the battle formation, the Qi Refining monks would probably suffer heavy casualties halfway through.

 When everyone has recovered, they begin to clean the battlefield and collect useful monster materials.

  Another group of monks cleared away the vines and weeds, creating a habitat of several acres.

  Two formation mages carried the formation plate, carefully identified the position, inserted the formation flag, and arranged a second-level low-grade defensive formation.

“According to the plan, this is the first stop on the road to the land reclamation war, and the resources that will be supplemented later will be stored here... Just a second-order low-grade formation will not be enough.”

Ma Ming was one of the first teams to sign up for the land reclamation war. After leaving the sect, he discovered that this land reclamation war was completely different from his previous adventures in the depths of the Black Mountains.

 You cannot avoid the monsters you encounter, you must sweep them away one by one.

Even poisonous snakes and insects must be eliminated as much as possible to reduce the burden on the follow-up troops.

"This place itself barely has the strength of the second-level low-level spiritual energy, and the high-level spiritual energy cannot support it... Besides, according to the General Affairs Hall's plan, a total of six transfer stations will be built, all using high-level formations, and the formation hall will be emptied. not enough."

 Inside the formation, under the leadership of two deacons, simple attics and warehouses have begun to be built.

 Elder Zhang landed on the ground. In the next month, they will clear out the surrounding monsters here and wait for the second group of teams to gather.

“It’s just the General Affairs Office, but it’s still our responsibility…”

Ma Ming murmured softly. Seeing that Junior Sister Long had walked away, he quickly followed her.

 …

Bai Zichen was waiting anxiously outside the refining room, pacing back and forth.

 Three days ago, he received a message saying that the refining of the flying sword had reached the final step, and he was asked to wait at the scene.

“How come it’s not over yet? The last step of condensing the sword wasn’t that slow, right?”

At this time, Bai Zichen was a little nervous and asked worriedly.

I didn't think before, at this time, I was really worried about the possibility of the failure of the sword.

 Being able to successfully refine a top-quality spiritual weapon does not mean that you will definitely be able to successfully refine a second-level flying sword.

If it fails, there is really no way to find another Holy Sound Bamboo in a short time.

“Don’t worry, since Senior Brother Dai only started refining after one month of enlightenment, he must be confident…”

Peng Chong was with him. He was mainly curious about the second-level flying sword.

As a weapon refiner, who wouldn’t want to make a few famous swords in his own hands?

Bai Zichen calmed down and found that he was too concerned about the second-order flying sword and had become distracted.

 Simply find a seat and sit down, outline the oven of heaven and earth in the sea of ​​consciousness, and sink into a state of no joy and no worries.

 Hold the furnace of heaven and earth for a whole stick of incense before taking the initiative to withdraw his consciousness and let the scene disappear like drifting in the wind.

 When I opened my eyes again, I was as calm as water.

Peng Chong nodded secretly on the side. He was worthy of setting a record in the True Inheritance Trial, and he recovered so quickly.

 If it were you, if you had a top-quality spiritual weapon in the process of refining, and you didn't know the final moment of success, you would definitely be anxious in every possible way.

“Senior Brother Peng, have you heard any news about the land reclamation war recently?”

Bai Zichen took the initiative to stir up the topic and asked about irrelevant things.

"The Law Enforcement Hall has captured the first second-level spiritual vein and established a transfer station. Another elder from the sect has been sent to lead a hundred disciples there... This time, there are also 400 family monks accompanying them. And five hundred people selected from thousands of registered casual practitioners.”

 Peng Chong collected the news and shared it together.

“Oh, if the family monks join, it means that the twenty foundation-building monks leading the team are already in place. It is estimated that the progress can be greatly improved.”

Bai Zichen thought of the Bai family. Last month, his uncle Bai Jiuan sent a letter. The family had received the batch of resources sent back.

I don’t know which ten tribesmen Bai Xianzhong selected among the first team.

“There are several second-level snake demons at the second transfer station location. It should take some time to clear them all out..."

A clear jade sound interrupted Peng Chong's words, and the fire in the Qi Refining Room was reflected.

Immediately afterwards, there was a chorus of musical instruments playing, hollow and melodious, covering up the rest of the sounds.

Bai Zichen and Peng Chong looked at each other and stared at the door of the weapon refining room, knowing that the sword refining had reached the most critical moment.

 Another half an hour later, only a loud shout was heard, the light in the refining room dimmed, and silence returned.

 Dai Hui pushed open the door and walked out, his face was gloomy, and there was still blood on his chest robe.

Bai Zichen's heart trembled and he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Dai, what was the result of the sword refining?"

 “Fortunately, I live up to my fate!”

Dai Hui's eyes were shining brightly, although his whole person looked seriously damaged and he no longer had the elegant temperament he had before.

“At the last moment, I was only a hair away from the formation of the Ningjian sword. I almost ran out of firepower and fell short... My Fu Lingxin spurted out a mouthful of essence and blood, and used the blood to help the fire, and finally refined this sword.”

 Dai Hui raised his palm, and white water like a swimming fish came out.

After being refined, the white flying sword shrank to a length of three and a half feet and stayed in the air, its color bright.

It seems to have intelligence, spinning around on its own.

 “Yinzhu Sword!”

When Bai Zichen saw the white flying sword and compared it with the image on the sword refining secret, he knew that this second-level flying sword was officially successfully refined.

Seeing Dai Hui's appearance, he quickly bowed and saluted.

“Thanks to Senior Brother Dai this time, Senior Brother who is still tired has lost his vitality.”

"It doesn't matter. Compared with understanding the refining method of the second-level flying sword, this small injury is nothing!"

 Dai Hui obviously gained a lot of insights during the sword refining process and was in a very good mood.

“There is also the Tianxin Sword. If junior brother still wants to refine it, he can find all the materials and come to me... It won’t be so thrilling next time, but I will charge for the sword refining fee.”

“There will still be time to bother senior brother from now on.”

Bai Zichen was so happy that others might be satisfied with a flying sword.

 But because of the Galaxy Sword Array, he already had the habit of collecting flying swords. He would not reject any flying swords, and the more the better.

Furthermore, Bai Zichen has mastered the ability to use two swords at once, and two flying swords are the basic standard for him.

After bidding farewell to Dai Hui, Bai Zichen immediately took out the Yinzhu Sword and stroked it carefully.

“Unlike the Black Bamboo Sword, the Yin Bamboo Sword’s own quality is somewhat invisible. It resembles bamboo and jade, and has some hardware qualities..."

Bai Zichen placed the Yinzhu Sword in front of him, took a deep breath, and began to refine the flying sword.

 It was a second-level flying sword after all. It only took a few hours for the All-Sentient Clock to be completely refined that day.

As for the Yin Bamboo Sword, it took three days and three nights to achieve a state of mind-to-mind connection, like an arm commanding it.

“With this sword in my hand, I don’t know how far I can rank among the foundation-building monks…”

Bai Zichen has never fought against a monk of the same level since he established the foundation.

 You can only use the battles you have observed before, put yourself into it, and make a judgment.

"Generally, in the early stage of foundation building, he should not be my opponent...at least Senior Brother Zhang from the Law Enforcement Hall, if he didn't hide too many trump cards when he was slaying the Mo family that day, it doesn't look like he can block the light of my sword."

Bai Zichen took several familiar objects and compared them with himself.

“As for a monk like Senior Brother Pei who has been in the middle stage of foundation building for many years, I’m afraid I can’t defeat him. The difference in mana is too big.”

Bai Zichen was waving the sound bamboo sword, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became.

With a long roar, he stood up, wielded his sword, and left the sect.

 The first bite of a second-level flying sword in life is naturally a memorable moment.

 (End of this chapter)