"What?" Taoist Huolong was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Does Senior Sister also want to protect him?"
When the Plum Blossom Goddess heard this, she immediately rolled her eyes and couldn't help but scolded: "You are such a fool and an idiot, why can't you hear good words? You and I have been friends of the same school for hundreds of years, and we are just strangers. Do I deserve to protect him?"
"Then what does this mean, senior sister?" Taoist Huolong suddenly asked in confusion.
"The secret must not be leaked!" The Plum Blossom Goddess shook her head, and then solemnly said: "The peaceful days of Xuantian Courtyard are coming to an end. Within ten years, a catastrophe will surely occur. Senior sister does not want to be involved in right and wrong, so Starting from today, I will practice hard in seclusion. If Shui Jing walks out of Xiaomei Mountain, I will not let her in again. She will ask her junior brother to take more care of her when she is in the inner sect in the future. If she has any offense, Please, for my sake, don’t worry too much about it!”
"Senior sister, what are you doing?" Taoist Huolong was shocked when he heard what the Plum Blossom Goddess said and was about to ask in detail. Unexpectedly, the Plum Blossom Goddess had already picked up the teacup and took a sip.
This is clearly serving tea to guests! Taoist Huolong immediately knew that this was because he didn't want to say more. In desperation, Taoist Huolong had no choice but to say goodbye and leave.
Seeing the back of Taoist Fire Dragon disappearing into the sky, the Plum Blossom Goddess sighed helplessly and said to herself: "I hope this time is not an eternal farewell!"
After saying that, she waved her hand suddenly and decisively activated Xiaomei Mountain's many restrictions. In the flickering of countless lights and shadows, the entire Xiaomei Mountain, which was hundreds of miles square, gradually disappeared and was hidden in the vast world. From now on, unless the plum blossoms The goddess opened the restriction on her own, otherwise no one would be able to enter.
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Time flies like lightning, and years fly by. A month has passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, Xiaopang, who was in seclusion, stuck the wind copper in his hand on the precious big copper bell almost day and night.
After all, wind copper is a slightly higher-grade material, and the quantity is not as large as that of black iron. The material is poured on top of black iron, and it is more difficult to stick it up. Therefore, after a month of work, Xiaopang only made one that is about five feet high, three or four feet high. Foot-thick weathered copper casing.
The strength of this shell is obviously not as good as the original big iron bell, but fortunately, the quality of the wind copper is higher, and Xiaopang's weapon refining techniques have also become much better. A lot of formations were added during the refining to strengthen the wind copper shell. The hardness of the bell, so the final hardness of the wind copper shell should be about one-fifth of the original big iron bell. Even an ordinary foundation-building monk may not be able to break it, which is considered good.
A month of boring work made Xiaopang somewhat depressed. After just using up all the wind copper, Xiaopang couldn't wait to break out, planning to find a place with beautiful scenery outside and grill some eyeless fish and mushrooms to reward himself.
However, before Xiaopang had set off, a purple stream of light flashed by. Hongying rode a cloud-riding tiger with wings and came to Xiaopang. He said anxiously: "Brother Fatty, you have finally come out. Come with me quickly. They We’re about to set off!” As she said that, she couldn’t help but pull Xiaopang to fly with her.
Xiaopang had no choice but to summon his own Cloud-Stepping Tiger in mid-air, and then he got rid of Hongying and flew by himself.
While flying, Xiaopang couldn't help but asked strangely: "Junior sister, where are we going?"
"Go hunting monsters!" Hong Ying said with excitement, "Is this going to be a big fight?"
"Hunting monsters?" Xiaopang never expected this to happen. He didn't understand the whole story until Hongying explained it to him.
It turned out that as the time to compete for the Xuanling Fruit was approaching, the high-level monks above were worried that these inner sect elites had too little combat experience and might suffer in the battle with other monks. So they came up with an idea and asked them to go around Xuantian Villa and find some suitable monsters to fight.
You know, the inner sect elites are the kind of key protection targets, and they don't have to do the same tasks as the outer sect disciples. All resources for cultivation, whether they are spiritual elixirs, spiritual stones, or magic weapons, are directly provided to them by the sect. Therefore, in this case, the inner disciples have very little actual combat experience. Apart from competing with fellow disciples, they have almost never been exposed to blood.
But this time, in the fight for the Xuanling Fruit, they have to face many monks from other sects, and even some demons. Those guys are all murderous people. In comparison, the so-called inner gate of Xuantian Villa is a bit like the flowers in the greenhouse. If you confront someone like this, you will probably suffer a loss. That's why this monster hunting activity was launched. To put it bluntly, it was just a practical exercise to familiarize them with the atmosphere of killing.
Of course, it is impossible for the sect to blindly throw these treasures into the dangerous mountains. They specially selected a relatively safe place for these little guys. There were only the highest level four monsters there, and the inner sect elites were enough to deal with them. In addition, there are two inner disciples who are foundation-building Dzogchen disciples as nannies in case of accidents.
While Xiaopang and Hongying were talking, they arrived at the gathering place for this event, a pavilion on the top of a mountain.
It has to be said that the Tiger with Wings and Clouds is really cool. The two of them came together and immediately attracted the attention of many people. Even the elite disciples of the inner sect couldn't help but look envious.
Xiaopang knew that he was an outsider and didn't want to cause any more trouble. When he arrived at the end of the field, he put away the Flying Tiger and hid in a corner.
As soon as Hongying entered the pavilion, he was immediately surrounded by a group of people, like stars holding the moon. Although she didn't like these flattering guys, after all, they all came from the same family, so she couldn't be too indifferent and had no choice but to socialize.
Xiaopang was naturally helpless about this. He just hid aside and watched everything in the pavilion coldly.
There were ten disciples participating in the competition for the Xuanling Fruit. At this time, nine of them had arrived, and only Shui Jing had not arrived. They were naturally divided into two groups. One group was the inner sect elite, all surrounding Hongying and those two shameless guys, the jade-faced little white dragon and the unparalleled sword god. The other faction is Xiaopang himself. Obviously, he who defeated Mu Zirong and snatched the spot by force was isolated by those people.
Xiaopang naturally didn't care about this. His attention was already focused on the leaders of this team, the two monks who had established the foundation of Dzogchen. Both of them were dressed in blue, with flying swords on their backs and magic weapons hanging on their waists. It seems that they are not very old, and they are all the best in the inner sect, so they probably have a magic weapon to protect them. Obviously, with two people like this in charge, as long as nothing unexpected happens, this group of people should be relatively safe.
At this time, the two foundation-building monks seemed to feel that the time was almost up. They stood up together and said to everyone: "My nephews, it's getting late and everyone is here. Can we set off?"
"Everyone is here?" The jade-faced little white dragon suddenly said, "Junior Sister Shui Jing hasn't arrived yet?"
"Yes, we won't go anywhere until Junior Sister Shui Jing arrives!" The Wushuang Sword God also shouted immediately.
"Haha~" One of the foundation-building monks smiled slightly and said: "Senior nephew Shui Jing is still practicing in seclusion and will not participate in this hunting of monsters. So we are all here now!"
"So that's it!" When they heard that Shui Jing wouldn't come, although the jade-faced little white dragon and the Wushuang Sword God were a little frustrated, they still said sensibly: "In that case, let's go!"
"That's good! Nephews, please come with us!" After the two foundation-building monks finished speaking, they each controlled their flying swords and flew eastward.
When the other nine disciples saw him, they also drew their swords. As soon as these people flew up, they immediately noticed the difference. The most powerful foundation-building monk was fluttering in green clothes and flying extremely elegantly, as if he was at ease.
The Jade-faced Little White Dragon and the Wushuang Sword God both have magic weapons. The Jade-faced Little White Dragon is a white dragon sword. When flying, it is like walking on a dragon, extremely elegant. The Wushuang Sword of the Wushuang Sword God is a sword box, which is usually carried on the back and automatically emits invisible sword energy when used. Therefore, there was no obvious sword light when he flew, and he was just flying in the air alone, which was extremely weird.
The level of their magic weapons is not low, and their flying speed is also fast. They can keep pace with the foundation-building monks. As for Xiaopang and Hongying, each of them had a cloud-flying tiger with wings, and their speed was not much slower than the four in front. There are only a few other disciples who control flying swords. Although their grades are between eight and nine, they are still inferior to Xiaopang and others, so they have no choice but to fall in the last place. If the people in front hadn't converged quickly, they would have been left behind.
During the flight, the two foundation-building monks did not forget to talk about their destination and precautions. Under their sound transmission, everyone heard everything clearly even while flying high in the sky.
It turned out that the place they selected for hunting this time was a place called Qiancui Mountain, more than 20,000 miles away from Xuantian Villa. It is said that the scenery there is excellent, with green mountains, dense forests, beautiful lakes and rivers.
The most important thing is that the terrain there is very similar to the place where the Xuanling Fruit is fought for, and even the types of monsters hidden in it are similar. It is the most suitable place for training troops.
According to what the two foundation-building monks said, everyone will live there for a month. During this period, under the care of the foundation-building monks, each of them must complete at least one battle with monsters of the same level. In the second phase, they must achieve a perfect victory. If they fail to complete it, they will be punished when they return. Of course, there will be rewards for good performance.
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The distance of 20,000 miles may take several days for ordinary Xiantian monks to walk, but for this group of inner sect elites, it is just a day's hard work. Morning and evening came, the genius faded away, and everyone arrived at their destination.
Of course, traveling such a long way is still a bit of a burden for ordinary innate monks. After many people reluctantly arrived, they were exhausted and exhausted. Even the jade-faced little white dragon and the Wushuang Sword God were exhausted. On the other hand, Xiaopang and Hongying were fine, because the flying ones were Cloud-Stepping Tigers, and they just sat there for a day without exerting much effort at all. But the Cloud-Stepping Tiger consumed a lot of middle-grade spiritual stones, which is something worth feeling distressed about.
Fortunately, Xiaopang is a rich man, and Hongying, as the only daughter of the head couple, is definitely not poor. They don't care about this waste.
In addition, the two foundation-building monks are not in serious trouble. With their strength, twenty thousand miles is just a trivial matter. They thoughtfully arranged for all the disciples to meditate and rest, while they themselves kept vigil for them.
There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning. Everyone who was meditating and adjusting their breaths got up one after another. After a night of practice, their spiritual energy had already returned to its original state. They were all gearing up and waiting for the upcoming monster hunting activity.
The two foundation-building monks knew that these young people had lived in the shadow of their elders before and had never had the experience of fighting monsters, so they were a little eager to give it a try. They all understood the eagerness of the disciples, so they didn't talk nonsense. After everyone freshened up, they took everyone and flew slowly deep into the mountain forest.
As they walked, they explained to everyone what kind of monsters there were in the mountains and forests here, what characteristics these monsters had, and various precautions.
It was obviously not the first time that the two foundation-building monks had done this kind of work. Their explanations were detailed and their language was humorous. After listening to it, everyone not only did not dare to be bored, but also benefited a lot.
Everyone marched slowly for more than an hour. Suddenly, the two foundation-building monks stopped at the same time. One of them turned back and said with a smile: "There is a little guy in front of you, who is very suitable for you to practice. I wonder which of you wants to be the first?" "
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" When the people who had been waiting impatiently heard this, they immediately shouted.
Seeing this, another monk hurriedly said: "Let's do this. Whoever tells the type and location of that guy first will be the first to take action!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the jade-faced little white dragon immediately sneered and said, "What's the problem? That's a level four monster, the Colorful Poison Widow, right?"
"Huh?" After hearing this, everyone was shocked. They didn't even notice that there was something, but this kid took the lead. This was really beyond everyone's expectation.
Seeing everyone's expressions, the jade-faced little white dragon couldn't help but feel proud. But after the foundation-building monk was stunned for a moment, he suddenly realized: "Ah, I understand, your white dragon sword contains the white dragon spirit. That thing can greatly enhance your spiritual consciousness, so your current The range of spiritual consciousness is similar to ours, so we can detect it!"
"Ha, so that's it!" Everyone suddenly realized, and at the same time they were extremely disdainful of the jade-faced little white dragon's pretentious and mysterious performance.
The jade-faced little white dragon was exposed to the trick and was filled with hatred. He was about to say something, but unexpectedly, he was not given a chance and said directly: "I have something to say first. Now that you have discovered it, then this first battle will be yours." Let’s do it!”
After the jade-faced little white dragon heard this, he immediately forgot about his unhappiness. He immediately said happily: "No problem, leave it to me!"
After saying that, the jade-faced little white dragon directly rose up with his sword, turning into a stream of light and shooting forward. Everyone hurriedly followed to watch.