Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 48 Flying Sword Trial

Bai Zichen was leaning on a large shady rock, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

“I didn’t expect that there are so many ways to do simple farming... The spiritual planter is not easy either.”

Xiu Xianbaiyi is the most sought after for ordinary monks, and is the most important to array mage with one forces.

 What the spiritual planter is good at is despised by most people because it cannot be directly converted into combat power.

 But Bai Zichen found inspiration from what Old Tong said just now. The development direction of the spiritual planter may be wrong.

Today's spiritual planters are all developing in the direction of cultivating high-level spiritual plants. For example, how to shorten the planting cycle of thousand-year elixirs and allow extinct ancient spiritual plants to adapt to the current environment and regain their vitality, etc. This is the most important thing among high-level spiritual planters. Popular topics.

If you change the angle, focus on low-level spiritual plants, for example, try to increase the production of first-level spiritual rice several times.

First-level spiritual rice such as blood ginseng rice will not have much effect if eaten occasionally. It must be taken year after year. It is of great benefit to the physical strength of the monks.

But even for the overlord of Heishan County like Qingfengmen, the annual harvest of spiritual rice can barely support the use of the core layer inside the gate.

Even the inner disciples have to have a limited supply, let alone spreading it to everyone.

If there can be a breakthrough in the production of low-level spiritual rice and benefit the grassroots disciples, the strength of Qingfeng Sect will definitely reach a big level in a hundred years.

Since quality cannot be determined, let’s start with quantity.

Bai Zichen's thoughts were wandering, thinking about the possible development path of the spiritual planter, but at the same time, his consciousness did not relax.

  Sensing the two divine consciousness marks he left behind, they finally appeared, and his spirit was shaken.

“What the hell, the cultivation level of both of us brothers is still to be determined... Big brother, you want me to tell you not to be a handyman disciple, why don’t you feel free to be free?”

The second son of the Que family said bitterly.

The Que brothers failed to pass directly in the handyman disciple assessment, so they are all waiting to be notified.

"We usually fight two monsters, spread some news, and seduce those brainless rookies to go into the mountains. One stroke of this will be enough for us for half a year, so why go to Qingfengmen to suffer!"

 “This job is getting more and more difficult, the last time I almost capsized!”

The eldest son of the Que family touched the scar on his forehead with lingering fear, and patiently explained to his brother.

"Now there are so many strong men from outside. With our methods, if we choose the wrong target, we will be in trouble!"

“As long as you become a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, even if you are just a handyman disciple, you will at least be able to sleep peacefully every day from now on.”

"Before I left, I stuffed five spiritual stones into the steward's hands to check it out. We just gave it to be determined because the resume was vague and there was no one to prove the profession."

“But the past experiences that our brothers fabricated are true and false, and the Qingfeng Sect will definitely not find any problems. In a few days, we can change our skin and taste what it’s like to be a disciple of the sect!”

The second son of the Que family knew that his eldest brother always felt that being a tribulation cultivator was not a long-term solution and could not be persuaded, so he could only nod helplessly.

“We all listen to Big Brother, but it’s a pity that we have become disciples of the Qingfeng Sect, and our way of making extra money has been cut off.”

 “Who said there will be no windfall in the future?”

The eldest son of the Que family showed a hint of ferocity, and the scar on his face moved like an earthworm.

“The disciples of the sect are much richer than the outside cultivators... Whoever you are, come out!”

There was a sound of pebbles hitting each other, and they bounced twice in front of the two Que brothers before stopping.

“After entering Qingfengmen, I still want to continue to be a calamity cultivator... I should really praise you for doing something and loving it!”

Bai Zichen stood on the boulder and said calmly.

“I don’t know if I report this information to Qingfeng Sect, how will they deal with you two trying to sneak into the sect?”

 “It’s you, kid!”

The second son of the Que family recognized him at a glance. He was one of the casual cultivators who had made him angry at the tea stall two days ago.

“Don’t talk nonsense with him, kill this kid and leave immediately. This place is too close to Qingfeng Gate, and someone will pass by at any time!”

The boss of the Que family was stunned for a moment. He was still a little panicked when he suddenly bumped into someone in such a wilderness. However, this kid was really at the fourth level of Qi refining. Even if he had a powerful magic weapon in his hand, he would not be able to defeat the two wolves of the Que family. Hands turned upside down.

The brothers of the Que family are accustomed to practicing tribulation and cooperate with each other tacitly.

The boss slapped his waist and took out a palm-sized gourd. A puff of poisonous smoke spurted out, and in the blink of an eye it spread into a sheet, covering Bai Zichen.

The second child held out a thick shield the size of a door panel, pinched two talismans in his hand, and sprinted forward.

 Fireball, Ice Cone, Golden Needle…

Several types of offensive talismans were thrown out in succession, with slightly different landing points, ensuring that Bai Zichen would be hit no matter which way he dodges.

The two brothers of the Que family have experienced many fights. It was a life-and-death fight, not a fight in the ring. Even the two brothers, who were masters of the seventh level of Qi refining, had jointly killed one of them under conspiracy.

 When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.

 This is the simplest principle taught to them by many years of calamity cultivation experience.

 So, even if they were facing a lone rookie who only had the fourth level of Qi Refining, the two wolves of the Que family attacked with all their strength, without even the slightest thought of teasing.

 “What a good method, but it’s really airtight!”

Bai Zichen seemed to be relaxed, but in fact his consciousness was outward and he saw all the actions of the Que family brothers.

 He raised his hand and pointed, and the flying sword in his sleeve fell down, turning into a green light and drawing a circle upwards, annihilating all the spells.

 Another turn, moving like lightning, he had already reached the second son of the Que family.

With just one strike of the sword, the thick shield let out a mournful cry, and the protective aura broke through;

With the second sword strike, the shield exploded into pieces, and the green light continued unabated and circled around the second son of the Que family.

 The astonishing lethality caused a line of blood to appear directly on his waist and abdomen. The next moment, he was broken into two parts and fell to the ground with a thud.

 “Second brother!”

The boss of the Que family exclaimed, all this happened too fast. A moment ago, the same steps were used every time they cooperated to kill those weak casual cultivators, and suddenly the second brother died in front of him.

His scalp instantly became numb, and an icy chill rose from the bottom of his heart. He took out a bone whistle from his chest as quickly as possible and prepared to put it in his mouth.

　　Boom!

Before he could make another move, the boss of the Que family felt a pain in his chest. He lowered his head and saw that his entire chest was empty, and the ink-green light had passed through his body.

"So fast…"

The boss of the Que family loosened his hands, and the bone whistle and gourd magic weapon rolled all over the ground. He suddenly fell to the ground, and the blood immediately stained a piece of grass red.

Bai Zichen used the sword light to collect the storage bags on the Que family brothers and the magic weapons on the ground. Without looking at them, he put away the sword light, affixed the magic talisman on himself, and disappeared into the forest in a few leaps. between.

About a stick of incense later, a flying boat landed on the top of the mountain, and several Qingfeng sect disciples jumped out.

Seeing this scene, he quickly opened the chimney and put out a warning signal.

The leading disciple had a calm face. He approached the two corpses and observed them closely for a long time. He even moved his hands through the minced meat twice.

“Such a powerful killing power...such a fast attack speed...the two of them were killed almost at the same time. Could it be that the Jie Cultivator of Qi Refining Dzogchen took action?”

 (End of this chapter)