Natural Fairy Species

  Chapter 48 Flying Sword Trial

  Bai Zichen leaned against a big rock in the shade, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

   "I didn't expect that there are so many ways to do simple farming... It's not easy for a spiritual planter."

  Cultivating immortals and all kinds of arts, alchemy is the most sought after for ordinary monks, and array mages are the most important in terms of one party's power.

   What Lingzhi masters are good at, because they cannot be directly converted into combat power, they are underestimated by most people.

  But Bai Zichen found inspiration from the old man Tong's speech just now, and the development direction of Lingzhi teacher may be wrong.

The current spirit planters are all developing in the direction of cultivating high-level spiritual plants. For example, how to shorten the planting cycle of thousand-year elixir, and make the extinct ancient spirit plants adapt to the current environment and regain their vitality. popular subject.

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

   First-order spiritual rice like blood ginseng rice has little effect if eaten occasionally, and must be taken year after year, which is of great benefit to the monk's physical strength.

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

  Even inner disciples have limited supply, let alone spread it to everyone.

  If there is a breakthrough in the production of low-level spiritual rice, which will benefit the grassroots disciples, after a hundred years, the strength of Qingfengmen will definitely step up to a big level.

  Since the quality suddenly fails, start with the quantity.

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

   Sensing the two marks of spiritual consciousness left by him, they finally appeared, and the spirit was shocked.

   "Damn it, both of our brother's cultivation levels are still pending... Brother, don't you want me to say don't be a handyman disciple, don't you want to be free!"

  The second son of the Que family said bitterly.

  The brothers of the Que family failed to directly pass the examination of the handyman disciples, and they all belong to the ranks of waiting for notification.

   "On weekdays, we beat two monsters, spread some news, and lure those brainless rookies to drill into the mountains. One stroke will be enough for us for half a year, why go to the Qingfengmen to suffer!"

   "This job is getting more and more difficult to do. Didn't it almost capsize last time!"

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

   "Now that there are so many strong outsiders here again, if you choose the wrong target by means of you and my brother, you will fall if you encounter a hard stubble!"

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

   "Before I left, I stuffed five pieces of spirit stones into the steward, and found out. We only gave it to Pending because our resumes were vague and there was no proof of what we did."

   "However, the past experiences our brothers fabricated, nine truths and one falsehood, the Qingfeng Sect will definitely not be able to find out the problem. In a few days, we will be able to change our skin and taste what it is like to be a disciple of the sect!"

  The second son of the Que family knew that his elder brother always felt that doing calamity cultivation was not a long-term solution, so he couldn't persuade him, so he could only nod helplessly.

   "I listen to big brother, but it's a pity that we have become Qingfeng sect disciples, and the extra money will be cut off."

   "Who said there will be no windfall in the future?"

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

   "Zongmen disciples are much richer than casual cultivators outside... whoever, come out for me!"

   There was a sound of stones colliding, and it took two bullets in front of the Que brothers before it stopped.

   "After entering Qingfengmen, I still want to continue to do robbery... I should really praise you, do what you do, love what you do!"

  Bai Zichen stood on the boulder and spoke leisurely.

   "I don't know if I reported this information to the Qingfeng Sect, what will they do with the two of you Jiexiu who are trying to sneak into the sect?"

   "It's you kid!"

  The second child of the Que family recognized at a glance that he was one of the group of casual cultivators who made him angry at the tea stand two days ago.

   "Don't talk nonsense with him, kill this kid and leave immediately. This place is too close to Qingfeng Gate, 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 the wilderness, but this kid has a solid cultivation of the fourth level of qi refining, even if he has a powerful magic weapon, it is impossible for them to fight against the Que clan's twin wolves. Hand overturned.

  The brothers of the Que family are used to robbery repairs, and they cooperate with each other tacitly.

  The boss slapped his waist and took out a gourd the size of a palm. A puff of poisonous smoke spewed out, spreading into a cloud in the blink of an eye and covering Bai Zichen inside.

  The second child took out a thick shield the size of a door panel, squeezed two talismans in his hand, and sprinted fiercely.

  Fireball, Cone of Ice, Golden Needle...

   Several kinds of offensive talismans were thrown out in a row, and the landing points were slightly different, ensuring that no matter which way Bai Zichen dodged, he would be hit.

  The two brothers of the Que family have experienced many fights, which is the kind of real life-and-death fight, not a ring fight. Even the two brothers who are masters in the seventh level of Qi Refining have jointly killed one under the circumstances of conspiracy.

  The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

   This is the simplest truth taught to them by years of experience in robbery.

  So, even against a single rookie with only the fourth level of Qi Refining, the Que Shuangwolves attacked with all their strength, without any thought of joking.

   "Good method, it's really airtight!"

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

  Raising his hand and pointing, the flying sword in his sleeve fell down, turned into green light and drew a circle upwards, annihilating all the spells.

   Turning around again, moving like lightning, he has already arrived at the side of the second son of the Que family.

  With just one sword strike, the heavy shield let out a mournful sound, and the guardian aura burst;

   With the second sword, the shield was directly blown into pieces, and Mo Cuiqing went around the body of the second son of the Que family unabated.

  The astonishing lethality caused a line of blood to appear directly between his waist and abdomen. The next moment, he broke into two pieces and fell to the ground with a bang.

   "Second!"

  The boss of the Que family exclaimed, all this happened too fast, the previous moment was the same as every time they cooperate to kill those weak casual cultivators, and suddenly the second brother died in front of his eyes.

  In an instant, his scalp became numb, and a cold 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 chest was empty, and the emerald green light had passed through his body.

"So fast…"

  The boss of the Que family let go of his hands, the bone whistle and the gourd magic weapon rolled to the ground, and he fell to the ground with a crash, blood immediately staining the grass.

Bai Zichen's royal envoy, Jian Guang, rolled up the storage bags on the Que brothers' bodies and the magical artifacts on the ground, without even looking at them, put away the sword light, and pasted a magic amulet on himself, and disappeared into the forest after a few vertical leaps between.

  After about a stick of incense, a flying boat landed on the top of the mountain, and several Qingfeng sect disciples jumped down.

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

  The headed disciple looked calm, approached the two corpses and observed them closely for a long time, and even poked through the minced meat twice with his hands.

   "So strong lethality...so fast attack speed...the two were killed almost at the same time, could it be the robbery of Qi Refining Dzogchen?"

  (end of this chapter)