Natural fairy species

Chapter 139 Sword Refining Please Ask

Zhang Cong was born in a rich and ordinary family. He was intelligent since he was a child. When he was eight years old, he was tested for spiritual roots, and was recommended to the Qingfeng sect as a fairy seedling.

After more than 40 years of gas refining, the foundation was successfully established.

I also imagined the vision of forming an alchemy, but unfortunately after more than 30 years of practice and reached the peak of the early foundation establishment, I have been stuck in a bottleneck.

Taking several barrier-breaking pills failed to break through, and gradually developed resistance to this pill, and the effect became negligible.

If you want to rely on the power of the elixir to break through the bottleneck, you can only change to a higher-level elixir.

After accumulating spirit stones for many years, he went to Zengguang Fairy City to bid for a water fire yin and yang pill, but in the end it still fell short.

At this point, he simply gave up thinking about it, and honestly performed the duties of the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall.

After the foundation was established, Zhang Cong went back to the ordinary family a few times, and selected relatives with spiritual roots to take along with him to cultivate.

It's a pity that no one is up to the challenge, the highest cultivation is only the sixth level of Qi refining.

The Zhang family lived on a mountain not far from the mountain gate, and they couldn't even call it a complete spiritual vein. There were only two small first-level high-grade spiritual lands.

But for the Zhang family, which only has seven or eight monks, it is enough.

If it wasn't for Zhang Cong's face, he wouldn't be able to occupy this place.

In the mourning hall, the members of the Zhang family were dressed in plain clothes, and several people with cultivation bases were in charge of entertaining the guests and guarding the coffin.

More ordinary people are doing rough work.

Bai Zichen took Qing Xiang and bowed to Zhang Cong's memorial tablet.

Liao Changqing followed behind him, impatient and fawning over the Zhang family members who were close to him after offering incense.

His complexion was serious, and the coercion belonging to the foundation-building monk came out through his body, and the surrounding area became quiet.

"Brother Bai, I don't know what job you plan to choose next?"

Under Liao Changqing, there are still a bunch of former disciples and disciples, and life is very difficult without anyone to take care of them.

I plan to seek a position directly, without waiting for a ten-year transition period.

He is not a newcomer who has just established a foundation, and needs to modify his skills to adapt to his cultivation, purchase spiritual weapons, and so on.

Unlike Liu An, Liao Changqing has a special skill. He can work in the Artifact Refining Hall, but he can only wait for the upper management to arrange where he can be assigned.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'll think about it for a few years... Brother Liang is here, let's go up and greet him."

Liang Yu and several elders from the Hall of Law Enforcement came striding over, and the panicked monks of the Zhang family hurried out and knelt on the ground.

People leave the tea to cool down, except for a few fellow sects who had a good relationship during their lifetime, there are not many elders of the sect who came to mourn.

"Get up, I'm here to see Junior Brother Zhang off for the last time today."

Liang Yu wanted to take care of Zhang Cong's descendants, but he couldn't pick anyone up.

I'm afraid that after a few years, these people won't even be able to keep the inheritance left by Zhang Cong.

Liang Yu saw Bai Zichen and nodded to him, "You guys are here too."

Liao Changqing saluted excitedly and said hello. If Liang Yu could notice him, he was not in vain this time.

When the auspicious time came, Liang Yu stood in front of the coffin with a sad face as the chief priest.

"Where there is life, there must be death, and an early death is not a quick death."

"After Qianqiu live forever, who knows the glory and disgrace!"

Every time Liang Yu read a eulogy, he waved a red light into the coffin.

With the four majestic and deep red lights covering the four corners, the coffin looked much heavier.

There were a few drops of sweat hanging on Liang Yu's forehead, and the four restrictions that he put in great effort to prevent were enough to prevent ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation establishment.

He did this because he considered that the Zhang family was weak and unable to take care of the graves of their ancestors, and he was worried that Zhang Cong's body would be humiliated.

This kind of thing rarely happens in Heishan County, just in case, in Hejian County, there is no family of cultivators who would dare to let their seniors be buried like this.

Among the magical skills, there are several secret methods of refining corpses, which transform the bodies of dead monks into zombies.

Body-refining monks are better, and the transformed zombies have higher levels and stronger strength.

This secret method of refining corpses is effective and does not require any materials other than the monk's body.

Among the magic monks, it is very popular.

Wherever a foundation-building cultivator sits down, there will be a Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator coming to the door immediately, and there will be a long fight to snatch the corpse.

Many families of cultivators directly cremated the remains of their ancestors.

Or simply do it yourself, and first turn the ancestor into a zombie to protect the family.

"Master Liang, only Cheng'er in my family can be cultivated, and the ancestors put a lot of effort into him in the past..."

The monk at the sixth level of Qi refining in the Zhang family pulled a teenager in his teens to kneel in front of Liang Yu, and kowtowed vigorously.

"I beg Hall Master Liang to look at the face of the ancestors and accept his son as a disciple."

Liang Yu stretched out his hand to pinch the young man's wrist, and spent a bit of mana.

Four spiritual roots, the second level of Qi refining.

"I stopped accepting disciples a long time ago, and I don't have time to teach under my sect... I will write a note, you take it to the sect, and I will arrange for him to be an outer disciple."

Liang Yu called Bai Zichen, leaving behind them both kneeling and kowtowing.

"I didn't expect that among the members of Senior Brother Zhang's family, there is not even one who can support the lintel."

Bai Zichen looked at it and shook his head. If there is a good seedling, Liang Yu might just follow suit and accept it.

"Even Patriarch Jiedan, he can't guarantee how outstanding his descendants will be... Let's not talk about this, just look at it for Junior Brother Zhang's face in the future."

Liang Yu walked along the mountain road to a secluded place.

"In terms of cultivation, everyone's path is different, and I have nothing to give you advice. I hope you can learn from Junior Brother Zhang, and don't be careless at any time."

"There are endless weird skills for the monks outside...or if you don't fight with others, you must do it absolutely. Don't leave the other party's breath and use your hole cards."

"I'm in the sect, and I don't want to hear the news that your soul lamp is extinguished."

"Persevere like walking on thin ice, and do things bravely and diligently... Brother Liang advised me to keep it in mind, and I will not be arrogant and careless."

Bai Zichen has a very clear understanding of himself, there is a mysterious spirit body, and some dangerous actions are completely unnecessary.

Those boundary-breaking pills that are extremely tempting to ordinary monks are worthless to him.

"By the way, the ownership of the third-tier spiritual land of Feiyue Lake is in sight. The only ones who intend to go are you new elders and a few people who have not fixed the third-tier spiritual land. It is easy to occupy the next place based on your merits. Only One point, there are two mid-tier third-tier spirit lands, and four low-tier third-tier places... Whether you can occupy a mid-tier third-tier spiritual land needs to be discussed further."

Liang Yu was quite relieved to see that this junior did not have the arrogance of the rumored sword cultivator who would rather bend than bend, and knew how to be flexible.

"Brother, please advise me how to win the third-tier middle-grade spiritual land. Does the sect have a charter?"

Bai Zichen's eyes lit up, he had to strive for a better one if he could have a third-tier middle-grade spiritual land.

In the process of cultivation, it is good to increase one's efficiency.

"But it's just a few of us voting. Junior Brother Wei brought Gu Xisheng in and asked him to act first as the deputy head of general affairs in the past few years. He also has a vote of power... Junior Brother Ying and I will definitely vote for you, but it's better It is safe to pull a palace master."

Seven people vote, each person chooses two people, and the one with the highest number of votes wins.

"I see."

Bai Zichen nodded slightly, besides Senior Brother Liang Yu's efforts, he had to think of a way.

...

Refining Hall.

Bai Zichen took away 5,800 points of the sect's contributions at once, and was a little bit reluctant to see the few contributions left on his elder token.

The proceeds from Feiyue Lake's last battle and this year's salary allowed him to successfully pay off his debts.

"Junior Brother Bai is indeed a believer. Before I came to urge you, I took the initiative to return the contribution of the sect."

Peng Chong touched his bald head and laughed heartily.

Even knowing that the other party will not renege on the debt, every creditor is happy when he receives the debt.

"Senior Brother Peng generously helped me to get together the contributions to exchange for the Foundation Establishment Pill. I will always remember this kindness... Now that you want to refine the spirit weapon, it is time to spend a lot of money, so I have the nerve to procrastinate. "

Back then, Peng Chong was able to lend thousands of contributions without hesitation, although there were reasons why he was optimistic about Bai Zichen and invested in advance.

But in terms of results, it helped him a lot.

"Haha, with the contribution of Junior Brother Bai, I can exchange the last two materials, and I can start refining the spirit weapon next month... This time I will definitely succeed in one fell swoop!"

"Then I'm here to wish Senior Brother Peng a great progress in refining skills!"

Bai Zichen took a sip of the spiritual tea at hand, and asked slowly: "Brother Dai is in the hall, I want to find him for something."

"The hall master just came out of the refining room, so I immediately went to pass it on."

Without hesitation, Peng Chong got up immediately.

This young Bai junior brother is now much more important than him, a veteran elder, in the eyes of the Zongmen's senior management.

Peng Chong has the status of a second-level craftsman, and he is considered a relatively prominent one among the elders in the early stage of foundation establishment.

After a stick of incense, Bai Zichen met Dai Hui, the master of the Artifact Refining Hall.

"I have seen Brother Dai."

"No need to be too polite, just find a seat for yourself."

Holding an ancient book in his hand, Dai Hui threw it on the table and laughed heartily: "Junior Brother Bai is a rare visitor, why did you come to my Artifact Refining Hall today?"

"It's just that I have something to ask Brother Dai."

Bai Zichen took out the white iron elite and a bunch of auxiliary materials, and said with some embarrassment: "I have gathered the other second-level flying sword refining materials in the secret sword refining method last time, and I would like to ask my brother on behalf to help."

"Oh, I didn't expect Junior Brother Bai to have such a good chance to get the white iron elite so quickly... Even in my Artifact Refining Hall, there is no such mineral material."

Dai Hui took the white iron elite and threw it in his hand.

"The weight is enough, and it's a little bit more... But I don't have time right now, junior brother must wait for me for five years, or find another junior brother to refine it."

"It's not an excuse, I got an inspiration by chance, and I'm about to retreat right away, so there's no delay."

Among the five palace masters, Dai Hui is the youngest and still has the hope of forming an alchemy.

Bai Zichen knew very well that this sudden inspiration came and went quickly.

It takes at least a few months to refine the Tianxin Sword.

If he practiced the sword first and then retreated, Dai Hui's inspiration would have slipped away long ago.

"Then I will wait for Senior Brother Dai to leave the seclusion, five years, I can afford to wait... I wish Senior Brother Dai a smooth retreat and great progress in cultivation."

Bai Zichen thought about it, but still felt that Dai Hui's sword refining skills were trustworthy.

If it was a different person, if the sword refining materials were destroyed, he would have nowhere to find another white iron elite.

"Okay, don't worry, Junior Brother Bai, if everything goes well, you may be out of the customs in two or three years!"

Dai Hui laughed and put away the sword refining materials.

"The extra white iron elites will be my reward for this sword refining."

Bai Zichen hurriedly thanked him, and at the same time mentioned the matter of the third-tier middle-grade spiritual land of Feiyue Lake.

Dai Hui didn't even think about it, and readily agreed, saying that he would send his opinion to the head of the guard before retreating.

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