Chapter 23 Only the Fire Spirit Root can earn money

Author: Unlucky Caffeine

Chapter 23 Only the Fire Spirit Root can earn money

Elder Sun chanted slowly: "The leader of the low-level disciples, Gu Liang again!"

"The leader of the intermediate disciples, Qian Quan!"

"The leader of high-level disciples, Jin Yin Yu!"

"What is on this non-group list is the ranking of the disciples in the sect competition! The three people I just mentioned are the strongest in each of the three levels of the sect. Their names, each

An elder knows that they will also get the best cultivation resources!"

"The leader of the high-level disciples can choose to become a member of the sect elders at any time she wants!"

"These three levels refer to low-level disciples, mid-level disciples, and high-level disciples. Among them, low-level disciples refer to all outer sect disciples and inner sect disciples below the sixth level of Qi Refining."

"Intermediate disciples are at the sixth level of Qi refining, reaching the peak of Qi refining."

"As for high-level disciples, they are those above Foundation Establishment."

"You want to ask me what benefits does being on this list have besides hanging on a big rock, being admired by everyone every day, or being the leader, and being remembered by the elders? I can't say for the time being. After class today, I have something

I’ll send you a small gift, and I’ll give you a small homework assignment.”

After whetting his appetite, Elder Sun turned around and began to introduce the history of the world of cultivation, starting from the low martial arts era many years ago——

At that time, the spiritual energy was thin and humans and beasts were fighting each other. After research, it was found that the strongest experts were only at the foundation level. The human power system was strengthened like never before. Even now, the Great Wilderness State still continues to have a similar social form.

Later, there was an earthquake in the center of the continent and a burst of spiritual energy, resulting in the most chaotic and innovative era of Fuwu. At that time, Nascent Soul was the threshold of cultivation, and ascension was just one of a thousand. Mahayana traveled all over the world, and the transformed gods were not as good as dogs.

Countless martial arts and martial arts that are now popular were created at this time.

At the same time, at this time, the forces were fighting, killing became a common thing, and there was no one inhabited for thousands of miles, until a small continent was turned into chaos by hundreds of loose immortals, and finally it was dealt with by the true immortal.

True immortals rely on the richness of their spiritual energy to draw a barrier on the continent, especially the outermost layer, which is set to be extremely strong to protect mortals. If a monk crosses this barrier from a high spiritual energy area, he will temporarily lose all his spiritual energy, and his internal organs will be disordered for several weeks.

The internal generals will be slaughtered by others to prevent monks from killing and enslaving mortals.

Similarly, mortals without cultivation cannot cross this invisible wall unless a monk comes to help.

In addition, the barriers between states and realms basically lock the concentration of spiritual energy in each realm, but have no blocking effect. They are to prevent high-level monks from causing trouble in areas where there are too many low-level monks.

And that chaotic continent has become today's Kejian Realm, leaving behind the glorious achievements of countless great powers in the past.

Jian Baisan finally understood why the old Sheyang was so weak at that time, vomiting every day and looking haggard - it turned out that he was not pretending.

In addition, she saw many people around her taking out pens and papers from the storage space and writing furiously, but her hands were empty. Elder Sun stared at her blankly several times, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

After finally holding on until almost an hour, Elder Sun flicked his wrist, and a white mark instantly appeared on the back of everyone's hand.

On Jian Baisan's hand, there is a black one and a white one on top of it.

While everyone looked at each other, Elder Sun said: "The disciple hall is built above the spiritual spring. The rooms on the first floor are the spiritual springs that low-level disciples can go to. The first and second underground floors belong to the middle-level disciples respectively.

, high-level disciples. What are the benefits of practicing in Lingquan? You can feel it for yourself later. And the pass I gave you is for the second underground floor."

"Three hours." Elder Sun clasped his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "This is my little gift for you. But I suggest that you go there at night."

"In addition, this is my homework for you."

"Dragon Gate Tower is where our sect stores martial arts and various books. I want you to go there today, pick a martial skill you like, remember its name and the required points, and tell me the next day."

After saying that, Elder Sun gave Shi Shiran and left.

Jian Baisan looked at the back of his hand, curious in his heart. After thinking for a while, he decided to ignore Elder Sun's suggestion and go to Lingquan to practice first to try the effect.

She originally wanted to invite Ji Dingxiang, but found that Ji Dingxiang had also left with some people after Elder Sun left.

…

In the corner of the circular hall on the first floor of the disciple hall, an old man with white hair and beard sat. When he saw her and Dahuang walking over, he weakly asked her to hold out her hand.

Then with a wave of both hands, the white seal disappeared, and a dark entrance opened out of thin air on the ground.

The old man said: "Three hours. More than one hour and thirty spirit stones. Go ahead."

Jian Baisan simply put the rhubarb on his head, climbed down the two high stairs in the dim light, and reached the second underground floor.

The second underground floor was different from the quiet first floor. Before her feet even touched the ground, she heard someone speak immediately, with a somewhat sneaky tone:

"The innocent drying service and my excellent fire control ensure that you will no longer be unable to move or be surprised by your fellow disciples after coming out of the spiritual spring. You will feel refreshed! Only one spiritual stone, six times, five spiritual stones, and fifty times are packed at a time.

Only forty spirit stones—"

Jian Baisan stood on the ground and turned his head.

A man stepped on the sword and rushed over with a "swish". He looked at her intently and was stunned: "Hey, fellow Taoist, is there a dog on your head?"

Jian Baisan picked up the rhubarb from his head: "...Why do you need to dry it?"

The person in front of him was a young man. He was extremely thin, with rather sinister features, and his hair was slightly red. When he saw her coming, he couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Qi Lian...Junior sister? Have you never been here before? Elder Sun asked.

Are you here?"

Jian Baisan nodded honestly.

The man became even more attentive: "Oh, the dog on Junior Sister's head makes me like it. In this way, I will give it to you for free this time. From now on, when you come to this spiritual spring, come back to Senior Brother."

Jian Baisan didn't know why he had to ask someone else to do something he just wiped, so he thanked the senior brother in confusion, then chose a room and went in.

The man at the door sat down on his sword, stared at the door where Jian Baisan entered, and said with a proud smile: "Fortunately, I am here to earn spiritual stones today, otherwise this junior sister will suffer a loss!"

At this moment, a door was pushed open, and a monk staggered out of it without leaving his feet off the ground. As soon as he saw this man, his eyes lit up, and he immediately took it out as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

A spiritual stone bounced towards him and he shouted: "Monkey, help!"

The "monkey" was so happy that he grabbed the spiritual stone with both hands and shouted: "Come on!" He drove his sword and rushed to the monk's side.

Although the monk was soaked to the skin, not a drop of water dripped down. The water tightly wrapped his skin and body like an airtight film, and it looked like he was struggling to breathe.

The monkey smiled and said, "You stayed there for a long time?"

The monk said: "No, I have been practicing there for almost a day."

The monkey rubbed his palms and said "drink". He put his hands on both sides of his sleeves and circulated his Qi. A pure red flame suddenly shot out and circled around his body several times.

After at least ten breaths, the water on the man's body was completely dry. The monk shook his clothes comfortably, thanked the monkey, and left.

Jian Baisan, who had entered the door, waited for Dahuang to come in. He just closed the door, turned around, and was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.

What is this Lingquan? It’s just a small waterfall!
Chapter completed!