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As soon as the wooden sword fell into the pot, there was no special change, Bai Xiaochun let out a soft voice, widened his eyes unwillingly, and stared at the wooden sword carefully.
But after waiting for a long time, nothing strange happened. Bai Xiaochun thought for a while, glanced at the lines on the turtle-patterned pot, and at the wood ashes in the fire stove, thoughtfully, turned around and left the room. When he came back after a while, he had a few more pieces of wood that were the same as in the previous fire stove.
This piece of wood is not particularly unusual in the stove room, he still asked Zhang Dafang to get some.
Lighting the wood, Bai Xiaochun immediately saw the first streak on the turtle-patterned pot, which brightened again, and the wood fire burned rapidly and gradually extinguished. When Bai Xiaochun's mind moved, the wooden sword in the pot suddenly dazzled with silver light.
Bai Xiaochun backed away a few steps, and after a while the light dissipated, and he immediately felt a sense of fierceness coming from the pot.
He took a deep breath, approached carefully, and saw the wooden sword in the pot, and there appeared a dazzling silver pattern similar to the spirit rice. This pattern was slowly dimming, and finally turned into dark silver!
The entire sword body is slightly different from before. Although it is still wood, it gives a sense of metal sharpness. Bai Xiaochun's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to take out the wooden sword cautiously. It felt heavier and brought it closer. At times, there was even a sense of coldness and compelling.
"It's done, this wooden sword succeeded in refining the spirit once." Bai Xiaochun was ecstatic, holding the wooden sword in love, looked at the pot again, thinking about how to deal with this thing, and finally decided to put it here, the more so. The more no one cares.
As for the spiritual rice, just eat it, and the wooden sword is not easy to be seen. Bai Xiaochun thought to cover it with some dye, which might weaken the light of the spiritual vein.
Thinking of this, he sorted it out, walked out of the house, and pretended to be okay, until a few days later, he brushed some of the various juices from the stove room collected during this period on the wooden sword, making this wooden sword It looked colorful and tattered, and then manipulated it again, and found that the spirit pattern was indeed covered a lot, and it was no longer so obvious, and then nodded in satisfaction.
In the following days, Bai Xiaochun was like a fish in the fire room, and he became familiar with the work of the fire room, and he became familiar with the work of the fire room, especially the fires required for different spiritual foods were different, and they even divided into different colors. Fire, two-color fire, he also understood that the wood under the tortoise-patterned pot before was the spiritual wood that produced one-color fire.
Especially Zhang Dafang liked Bai Xiaochun very much here, and take more care. After a few months, it is indeed true that Bai Xiaochun has gradually gained weight here, as Zhang Dafang once said.
Today, he is no longer the skinny he was when he first entered the sect. He has gained weight for several laps, but he has become more white. He looks more harmless to humans and animals, as if he is approaching the name Bai Jiu Fat.
As for the snacks, I have gone through it several times, but what worries Bai Xiaochun is that his weight has risen, but his practice has been slow. After that, he simply stopped thinking about it, eating and drinking with a few seniors all day. Comfortable, I have also heard a lot about many things in the sect in the past few months from Zhang Dafang, and I have a certain understanding of Lingxi Sect.
Knowing that there are inner disciples and outer disciples in the sect, if the handyman can practice to the third level of condensing energy, he can go to the trial road of each peak, and if he succeeds, he can visit the peak of the trial. Becoming an outer disciple of this peak, and only becoming an outer disciple, can be regarded as stepping into the threshold of Lingxi Sect.
However, this matter is like leaping over the dragon gate. The trial roads of each peak are opened every month. Only the first three are taken. Therefore, the number of disciples of the outer sect is fixed throughout the year.
On this day, Qi Fatty was supposed to go down the mountain to purchase, but it was delayed. Zhang Da Pang waved his hand to make Bai Xiaochun go down the mountain. Bai Xiaochun hesitated for a while, thinking that Xu Baocai would come again without seeing Xu Baocai for several months. Feeling uneasy, he went back to the room and took out seven or eight kitchen knives, and put on five or six leather jackets. The whole person was almost a ball.
But I still felt unsafe, so I found a sturdy pot and put it on my back. Only then did I feel safe and walked out of the stove room and went down the mountain.
Walking on the bluestone road of the Zongmen, Bai Xiaochun looked at the beautiful courtyard and attic around him, and a deep sense of superiority came up in his heart.
"Bai Ju crossed the gap, life is like a dream. I, Bai Xiaochun, have practiced for several months in this life. When I look back on the mortal world, I think of the village back then, full of sorrow." He said to himself with emotion, carrying his hands on his back, seven or eight kitchen knives on his waist, and his back. With a scapegoat, layers of leather coats on his body, like a tattered ball, encountered many handymen on the way, and after seeing him, they all looked at him.
Especially a few female disciples, after seeing Bai Xiaochun, were amused by his appearance and laughed slightly. The laughter was like a silver bell, which was quite pleasant.
Bai Xiaochun's face flushed slightly, and he felt that he was becoming more mighty. He coughed and walked forward with his head held high.
Before long, he hadn’t waited to get out of the third peak’s handyman’s area. He suddenly saw a lot of handyman in the distance. They looked excited and ran quickly in one direction, where the mountain road of the third peak was. On weekdays, it is a place where outer disciples haunt.
Gradually, more handymen ran with excitement. This scene made Bai Xiaochun stunned, and quickly chose the thinnest teenager from the crowd passing by and grabbed it.
"This Junior Brother, what's going on? Why are you all running there?" Bai Xiaochun asked curiously.
The boy was grabbed by someone, showing his displeasure, but after seeing the big black pot behind Bai Xiaochun, his eyes immediately showed envy and his expression eased.
"It turned out to be the brother of the Huozhaofang, you should also go and check it out. I heard that Tianjiao Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide, among the outer disciples, were fighting in the proving ground under the mountain. They both had a bit of private grievances. It’s a layer, so you have to go to see the scenery, maybe you can understand one or two and gain something.” After the boy explained, he was afraid that he would be late and had no place to go, so he ran forward quickly.
Bai Xiaochun was very curious, and ran over. Following the flow of people, he soon left the handyman area and reached the foot of the third peak, where he saw a huge high platform.
This high platform is a thousand meters in size. At this moment, it is densely surrounded by countless handymen. There are even many figures on the mountain. The clothes are obviously more expensive. They are all outer disciples who are also watching.
As for the high platform, there are two young people wearing the same luxurious robes, one with scars on their faces and the other with white jade faces. They are crossing each other, and there are bursts of roaring sounds.
There was a gleam of precious light outside the bodies of the two of them. There was a small flag in front of the Scarfaced Youth. There was no wind. If there was an invisible hand grasping and waving, it formed a foggy tiger, and the roar was deafening.
And the young man with white jade face shuttled back and forth, a small blue sword drew out a burst of spiritual marks, and whizzed away extremely flexibly.
In this scene, Bai Xiaochun widened his eyes and took a deep breath. He could also manipulate the wooden sword, but it was hard to compare with the white-faced youth.
In particular, these two people didn't seem to have much reservation when they shot. They were murderous, and even several times were quite dangerous, so that they had multiple wounds on their bodies. Although they were not critical, they were shocking to see.
This was the first time Bai Xiaochun saw a monk's fighting method, which was completely different from the immortals in his impression. The ferocity and hostility made him frighten.
"Xiuxian... Isn't it just for longevity? Why fight and kill, what if you lose your life..." Bai Xiaochun swallowed, when she saw the mist tiger who turned into the Scarface Youth Xiaoqi with a brutal mouth toward the other When he swallowed away by himself, Bai Xiaochun wiped the sweat off his head, feeling that it was too dangerous outside, so it was safer to return to the stove room.
Thinking of this, he quickly backed away, but just as he backed away, a loud roar came from not far away.
"Bai Xiaochun!!"
Bai Xiaochun turned his head and immediately saw Xu Baocai, who had written the blood book, rushing towards him with a grinning face. A wooden sword in front of him emits an unusual light, which is obviously not comparable to a layer of condensation. The arc shape, spreading a not weak spiritual pressure, came straight to Bai Xiaochun.
Bai Xiaochun saw the arrival of the wooden sword, his pupils shrank, and there was a strong life and death crisis immediately.
"This is killing me!" Realizing this, he let out a scream and ran away.
"Killed, killed..." The voice was so loud that many handymen around had heard it, and they looked at each in amazement. Even Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide, who were fighting on the high platform, paused for a while. It can be seen that The sound wave is big.
Even Xu Baocai was taken aback. He obviously just called the opponent's name and chased him. The sword hadn't touched the opponent yet, but Bai Xiaochun screamed as if he had several holes in his body.
"Bai Xiaochun has the ability, don't run!" Xu Baocai's face was pale, his teeth itchy with hatred, and he went straight to chase Bai Xiaochun.
"I'm going to have the ability to kill you long ago, and I ran a fart, murdered, murdered!" Bai Xiaochun screamed extremely fast, like a fat rabbit, almost invisible in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, at the top of this mountain, there is a hanging pavilion. In it, there are two monks sitting opposite each other and playing chess. The middle-aged man is Li Qinghou, the old man opposite him. With white hair, ruddy complexion, and radiant light in his eyes, he looked extraordinary. At this moment, he glanced down the mountain and laughed.
"Qinghou, the little baby you brought back is interesting."
"Let the boss laugh, this character needs to be tempered a bit more." Li Qinghou had a headache, and after dropping the chess piece, he shook his head and said.
"The children in the Huozhaofang are all arrogant. It's not easy to mingle with them here." The old man touched his beard, teasing in his eyes.
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