Plural Apostles

"Toast pizza..." Siegfried touched his chin, "is it special for you to take something?"

Kiyana smiled and started making noodles: "Of course, the only thing Dad is good at is toast pizza, but it often burns if you don't pay attention."

"Do you want to find your father after you go back this time?"

"Let's talk about it, after all I..." Kiyana was silent for a while, kneading the dough vigorously, and then she suddenly asked in a low voice, "If you go to see my father, Siegfried, would you like to go to see him with me?" ?”

Siegfried thought for a while, then smiled: "I really want to meet that Siegfried, after all, the same name is also a kind of fate, isn't it, silly daughter?"

"Get out!" Kiyana rolled her eyes and threw a small piece of dough into Siegfried's face, "Don't make such jokes with me! Hmph!"

Teresa in the clearing was still struggling and roaring, but neither of them paid attention to her...

Chapter 510

The moon slowly descends from the precipitous cliff that touches the space environment on the edge of the planet, and the bright and bright brilliance disappears in the barren land.

The savage beasts roared towards the sun that had fallen into the precipitous cliff, and the violent and wild roar echoed in the vast wild land, while on the other side of the planet, there was no end in sight, along the boundless sea left by the edge of the planet. , the sun rises and sprinkles light on the earth, feeding the ecological environment of this planet.

Hard-working mortals continue to live their pastoral lives. Without enough room to observe the world and develop themselves, and there are monks who can reach the sky, their current life is already at the limit. If you want to say happiness, mortals People feel absolutely relaxed and happy.

Cultivators seek to become immortals, while mortals pursue their own lives. They have a lot of needs, such as food, clothing, housing and transportation, but there is no limit to these things, and monks can easily meet their needs.

Cultivators can say that their only pursuit is to become immortals, and the spiritual stones they need are always bottomless pits. Every monk spends most of his life in retreat to absorb spiritual stones for cultivation. He doesn’t need to eat, and he has already fasted, unless he takes some pills And spiritual materials, sleep is not needed, cultivation is sleep, walking depends on teleportation and sword control, Taoist companions are also unnecessary, and the number of husbands and wives among monks is extremely small...Extremely powerful has created a diversity of their needs. More time to focus on the things you care about.

Lingshi is the lifeblood of monks, it is related to the foundation of their way of cultivating immortals, and it is also the only currency in the loose society of monks, the one that will never depreciate.

Therefore, Yae Sakura encountered great obstacles when confiscating the spirit stones. However, after explaining that spirit stones for cultivation will be provided in the future, but the spirit stones need to be distributed uniformly, these people were beaten with big bags and ice scum hanging on their bodies The monk reluctantly agreed.

Violence can't solve the fundamental problem, but it's easy to solve some small problems... However, if this goes on for a long time, these monks will probably rise up and resist, let's fight to the death, after all, stealing the spirit stone is equivalent to breaking their fairy road, absolutely For most monks, this is already the bottom line.

With two swords hanging from her waist, Yae Sakura threw the bag in her hand, glanced at the monks waiting at the foot of the mountain, and then she quickly came to the open space inside the Tianxin Sect on the top of the mountain, Siegfried sat Behind a table that I don't know where I got it, there are layers of steamers that are nearly ten meters high, emitting strong heat and the aroma of flour.

Qiyana was lying on the armchair next to her, sticking her tongue out, her face was filled with the expression that I couldn't do it anymore: "So... ha... ha... so many people's buns, why do I have to make them myself?! "

"It's because of talent." Siegfried said something that sounded unclear to her, then took the bag thrown by Yae Sakura, glanced at the spirit stones inside, and then put some other collected spirit stones into it, "Little Eight, how many monks are there in total?"

Yae Sakura thought for a while and said: "There are almost five thousand monks in total, and Mingyue City is not too big, and the city lord with the highest cultivation level is only in the Nascent Soul stage."

"Well, it seems that these buns are not enough..." Siegfried patted Qiyana next to him, "Quick! Girl, keep working hard on making buns, I'll make some ingredients for you!"

"...I don't want to do it." Qiyana rolled her eyes weakly, "I've been making buns all night, Miss Ben is no longer able to do it, I have to make it myself!"

Anyway, you don't eat it after making it...

Looking at Kiyana who looked like a salted fish, Siegfried frowned, thinking about how to motivate her.

"Is Qiyana tired? Then I'll make the buns." Yae Sakura raised her hands and tied up her sleeves, revealing a section of her fair forearm, and said curiously, "But Siegfried, you make so many buns." What are those monks doing to eat..."

Siegfried touched his chin: "Xiaoba, I believe in your skills, but..."

"Wait! Miss Ben suddenly has strength!" Qiyana jumped up from the chair with a salty fish, quickly went to the kitchen utensils next to him to make noodles, and said energetically, "Let me get these things! Yae Sakura, go on with other things!"

Yae Sakura was stunned for a moment, and looked strangely at Qiyana, who suddenly cheered up. Suddenly, she noticed a strange place... Teresa was still obediently tied to Judas inserted in the open space, but It seems that there is no movement, a dizzy look with a distorted expression.

"What's going on, Teresa?"

With a smile on his face, Siegfried looked at Qiyana, who was humming a ditty song and trying hard to make buns, and said in a low voice, "I ate Kiyana's buns."

Eat Qiyana's steamed stuffed bun?The corner of Yae Sakura's mouth twitched, remembering the previous barbecue accident, even Karen was directly put down, these buns could not be...

"Little Ba, go and maintain order and tell those monks not to jump." Siegfried said with a smile on his face, "Then let them line up and come up one by one to receive the spirit stones used for cultivation."

Yae Sakura, who vaguely guessed what Siegfried was going to do, nodded slightly, turned her head and left towards the door, and then Siegfried looked at Bronya, who was floating on the side and sitting on the reloaded bunny: "Little secretary , Have you calculated it?"

"According to calculations, a Qi-refining cultivator needs to consume one to ten auras to maintain the maximum level of cultivation every day, a foundation-building monk needs to consume thirty to three hundred auras, and a golden core needs to consume one thousand to ten thousand. It needs to consume 30 to 100, and Huashen consumes more than [-] million spiritual energy, the fluctuation value of which is affected by talent. Of course, monks are limited by the factors of temperament and absorption, and it is impossible to maintain this consumption all the time. The specific situation It varies from person to person."

Bronya calculated with flickering eyes: "According to the current situation... [-] auras are almost enough as a basis for exchange."

As she said that, she glanced at Teresa who was tied to Judas and was in a coma in pain: "The destructive power of idiot Kiyana is worth this conversion formula."

"Yes, Not Bad……"

Siegfried cleared his throat, raised his hand to construct a precise horn, and as soon as he spoke, a thunderous sound spread far down the mountain: "Attention all monks! Attention all monks! According to my rules, next The spirit stones are assigned to you! Next, please line up consciously and come up one by one to receive the spirit stones! Don't compete for positions, everyone has a share!"

That is to say, but when the monks at the foot of the mountain lined up, they still consciously lined up in the order of strength and weakness. The monks of the same level consciously ran to the side, or competed with aura, or compared with the body, or compared with the spiritual test, or took a measure. The spiritual weapon in the hand is used to distinguish the superior from the inferior.

Of course, the first one to walk in was Mu Fengyun, a cultivator at the transformation stage. He only needed to release his aura, and the rest of the cultivators would retreat automatically. This barren frontier is gone.

"Fellow Daoist Siegfried, isn't it too much for you to directly snatch all the old man's spirit stones?" Mu Fengyun looked helplessly at Siegfried behind the table, "You are breaking the road to immortality."

Siegfried said with a smile: "No, no, I just have my own set of rules. It doesn't matter how many spirit stones you want. As long as you can pass my rules, it's no problem to give you all these spirit stones."

As he said that, Siegfried opened the opening of the storage bag, revealing the purple, blue, green and white sparkling spirit stones inside, and Mu Fengyun twitched the corner of his mouth... At least [-]% of the spirit stones inside were originally his own, okay? !

These spirit stones are not enough to shake his mind, but he does need spirit stones for his daily practice, otherwise the efficiency of slowly absorbing the energy of heaven and earth by himself is too low.

"Fellow Daoist Siegfei, this old man needs a purple spirit stone." Mu Fengyun said calmly, "If you have any rules, please tell me straight up. If it is something difficult for others, then..."

"Don't worry, this matter is not difficult at all, as long as you have the will to be worthy of your cultivation! But one million copies of spiritual energy at a time, I admire your courage!"

Siegfried patted the table, stood up and removed the big steamer next to it, and slapped the lid off the steamer. There were fist-sized buns inside. He placed the big steamer on the table and raised his hand to signal: "Either you eat a hundred buns..."

"Either..." Siegfried moved his hand and pointed to Fu Hua who was standing with his hands folded and expressionless on the open space not far away, "If you accept the trial of Immortal Chiyuan, you won't die, but life is definitely better than death." , you have to think carefully about how to choose."

What does it mean to be worse than dead?And what the hell is Immortal Chiyuan?Fu Hua rolled her eyes silently, and then continued to stand where she was. Her task was to test the opponent's will with her fists. This is the easiest way, isn't it?

Xianjun?Is it really a monk who climbed to the sky?Mu Fengyun thought for a while in silence, then raised his hand to pick up a steamed stuffed bun. Compared to having a fight with a fairy, it's not too difficult to eat something, a hundred... steamed stuffed buns?A new mortal food?