Chapter 72 Each has its own opportunity

Yellow Dragon Taoist Temple, Yangxin Hall.

The elders looked at the two water curtains in front of them, and the disciples who were looking for immortality appeared in the water curtain.

Two young men in black clothes pinched the magic formula, constantly showing the scene in the two peaks. These two Xuanshuijing can only be cultivated when they reach the eighth layer of the condensation vein. To stimulate the Xuanshui realm, it needs the true element. The condensation period is to convert the true qi into the true elemental power, so those who can manipulate the Xuanshui realm in the biennial assessment must be the key disciples.

Not every disciple who has cultivated the Xuanshui Realm can manipulate the image of the assessment. They concentrate on controlling it. It does not take many true elements to control the Xuanshui Realm, but it requires extremely stable output. Only stability can ensure the clarity of the picture.

This is also a kind of assessment. Only by controlling your true element with extreme accuracy can you be regarded as an excellent disciple and get more resources from the sect.

"Stop!"

Song Jing's voice was not loud, and Xuanyi's disciples who controlled the Xuanshui Realm immediately controlled the image and stayed still.

"Blood Wolf, interesting." A slight smile appeared on Song Jing's expressionless face.

He still remembers that he also met the blood demon wolf in those years, but it was only much bigger than now. Thinking about it, it was a moment to change his fate. He vaguely remembered how miserable he was beaten by the blood demon wolf, but in the end he won. And the jade that fell at the beginning made it easy for him to step into the door of the viewer.

"How can this little guy manipulate the flying sword?" An elder looked at the mysterious water in front of him in shock.

"Only during the induction period can he practice flying swords. How can he do it?"

"It lacks agility, and it's just an ordinary knife, not a fairy sword. The manipulation technique is also very simple. It's just an operation on which the force of the rune is wrapped around it." A thin-faced Taoist said lightly.

"Ha ha, Brother Wei still sees it thoroughly." Another elder said slightly.

"Don't flatter me. I, Wei Yifei, won't do this." His red and thin cheeks were still cold.

Many elders have long been used to Wei Yifei's character, and the elders suspected of patting horses were not annoyed. They continued to watch with a smile.

"Is the sword a sword secret jade simple?" Looking at the sword light spewed by the blood demon wolf, Song Jing was slightly disappointed. What he got was much more powerful than this sword formula.

"Ah, this boy doesn't have so many animal charms, and they are all arrow rats!" Even Wei Yifei was shocked. They all know that there are many runes in the fairy hunt, but there is no one who can make runes in this sect.

The little ghost in front of him can use many of the same animal charms in succession, indicating that these animal charms are from the same person's hand. Did this kid make it himself? This idea turned around in his heart and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly. He was really thinking nonsense.

"Turn!"

Seeing that Xiao Fei had killed the blood demon wolf, Song Jing said softly, and Xuanshuijing suddenly turned to another place - the pagoda, a place specializing in collecting magic weapons.

Zhu Yi was soaked, his clothes were ragged, and the blood stains were intertwined on his body. He picked up the cyan sword falling from the ground with a smile on his face. Several of them were killed under the fangs of the wild boar, and they all avoided it. Sure enough, the second layer of prohibition was opened. The wild boar was too powerful. Although the true qi in the body had been exhausted, and although the victory was a little difficult, everything was worth it.

Looking at the cyan giant sword in his hand, it is as long as his chest and as wide as a palm. Although it is a little heavy, it is of good quality. He gasped loudly, and there was only one voice in his heart, and I finally got the magic weapon.

After a short rest, he picked up the huge sword, walked forward, found a place against the wall, and sat down.

"I'm so fucking tired." After muttering in his mouth, he put the huge sword across his lap and pinched the magic formula to restore his true spirit. God knew whether he would encounter another monster in a while.

Qinger played happily with the little girl. After a while, she finally asked the little girl to promise to let her pick a few small flowers.

After picking the flowers and plants she needed, Qin'er happily kissed the little girl on the cheek, "Sister, go to treat Grandpa first and come back to play with you later, okay?"

"Sister, don't lie to others." The little girl said in a milky voice.

"Let's pull the hook." Qin Er stretched out her right little finger and hooked it with the little finger of the little girl.

Looking at the smiling little girl jumping and chasing butterflies, she returned to her way.

"Grandpa, how can I apply medicine to you?" Qin Er looked at the herbs in her hand, but she didn't know what to do next.

The old man smiled and pointed to the flowers and plants in Qin'er's hand and said, "You need to eat it, and then cut your finger and let your blood drip a few drops on my leg to cure my poison."

Qin'er looked at what he said seriously, not like a joke, but thinking that she was going to cut her finger, she slightly flinched, "Grandpa, it hurts to cut your finger. Is there any other way?"

The old man shook his head and looked at Qin'er with a praying look.

Qinger was a little helpless, not like watching the grandfather in front of her suffer from illness, nor did she cut her finger. Suddenly, she made up her mind and said, "I'll eat it, and my grandfather will cut my finger later."

"Okay, the little girl is really kind." The old man smiled.

At the entrance of the herb, it was very difficult to swallow. Qin'er almost vomited, but looking at this vast grassland, only she could cure the grandfather in front of her. She gritted her teeth and swallowed the herbs in her mouth.

After half axiang, the old man looked at the jade hand stretched out in front of him and asked, "I really cut your finger."

Qin'er caught a glimpse of the old man looking at a knife. She thought that the knife would be cut on her finger the next moment, and suddenly felt that all five fingers were faintly painful. Uh-huh!" She nodded and said resolutely.

"Ah~" A burst of pain came. She turned her head and looked, and a blood stain appeared on her fingers, and blood drops fell on the old man's dark leg like water droplets.

She gritted her teeth and persisted. After the blood dripped up, the originally dark skin was actually white, and the poisonous gas faded little by little. She suddenly forgot the pain and said happily, "It's really useful."

Until the poison gas on the old man's leg completely disappeared, Qin'er looked at the bleeding fingers and only felt that the whole finger was numb and faintly painful.

"Ha ha, kind little girl, thank you for your treatment." The old man jumped up on the ground and coordinated his movements.

Qin Er put trauma medicine on her finger and saw the old man's flexible footsteps and shouted happily, "It's all right."

"Thank you, little girl, I'll give you this as a gift!" After saying that, the old man put a jade slip into the hands of the piano.

Qin Er hurriedly looked at the jade slip in her hand and saw three seal books floating on it - ten thousand flower tips.

Qin'er woke up like a dream and quickly looked up. There was no grassland, no sea of flowers, no old man, green cow, little girl, all golden trees as far as she could see.

Qinger shouted at the empty void, "Thank you, grandpa!"