"Don't worry, there is no one here, I just said it casually." The girl named Luyun seemed to know that she had failed, and said hurriedly after her face changed.
"Yun'er, you have to understand that the reason why I am waiting to take the initiative to help Senior Junior is so that he can help us after he has advanced to the spiritual master. We can't take care of other things. Besides, the matter of the furnace. , I don’t believe that Mu Xianyun didn’t mention it to her own niece, but Mu Mingzhu herself didn’t believe it, so she couldn’t blame others. It was her fate. Okay, we won’t mention this matter anymore. Let’s Go back and discuss with Senior Brother Wu what you just said." The black-faced man said slowly.
Lu Yun naturally nodded his head again and again.
So the two immediately rose into the air, and flew straight to the mountain where the bloodline is located.
At the same time, Liu Ming had once again come to the door of the Secret Law Pavilion, and after standing outside for a while with a somewhat complicated expression, he strode in.
As soon as I entered the door, it was still that small room, but inside a chair was sitting an old man in red robe, looking down at a thick book in his hand, when someone came in, he raised his head and asked:
"In exchange for exercises or for secret arts, spells?"
The red-robed old man's glaring whiskers gave people an unusual feeling of majesty.
"Hey, why isn't Shishu Ruan guarding the Buddhist scriptures pavilion? Seniors are..." Liu Ming was startled at this, and asked hurriedly.
"The old man is Liao Feng from the poisonous lineage. You can just call me Master Liao. The fat guy Ruan dismissed his duties as a guardian of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion a year ago and has gone back to retreat. Okay, now I can say that you are here. The purpose is." The old man in Zhu Pao was very kind.
"It turned out to be Uncle Liao, the younger generation wanted to choose a defensive spell from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!" Bai Congtian said with a bow.
After he heard that "Uncle Ruan" was not there, he was relieved in his heart, but at the same time there was a hint of disappointment.
"Jiuying Mountain, it turned out to be under the line of Brother Gui. You are young, but you don't have to be too high-minded. Defensive spells generally must be cultivated to a certain level before they can be used. Let me see what level you have cultivated to. Right?" Just as the old man in Zhu Pao fell, his arm was blurred, and he patted Liu Ming's shoulder like a ghost, and in an instant, a wave of enthusiasm poured in.
Liu Ming was startled, the mana in his body was spurred|stimulated by the heat, and instantly surged towards his shoulders.
"Huh, the later stage of the spiritual disciple?" Liao Feng slowly took the palm of his hand, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Uncle Liao, what are you..." Liu Ming's expression became uncertain.
"Don't worry, I'm just testing your cultivation. In the later period of the spiritual disciple, you are naturally qualified to learn defensive spells. Your name is Bai Congtian, right? It seems that Brother Gui has a good disciple, come with me. ." Liao Feng praised with a slight smile, his sleeves flicked, and a wave of white clouds rolled out.
In an instant, the two figures disappeared in a flash of white light.
The next moment, Liu Ming, the old man in Zhu robe, appeared in a hall with a light wall all over it.
"Go, there is the area where you can record the magic practice of spells. As long as you put your hand on the stone platform below, you will naturally know the content of the spell and the number of contribution points you will exchange, and then you can touch the prohibition with your nameplate to take it out. Now." Liao Feng rushed to the void in a certain direction with one hand, and the light wall over there disappeared into a little bit of aura out of thin air.
Liu Ming walked over with a promise, and placed a palm of his hand on the nearest stone platform, with a set of blue bamboo slips in a golden mask on it.
There was a "boom".
A burst of energy burst out from the stone platform, and after circling in his mind, a row of white texts instantly turned out.
"Ruijinshu", a metallic auxiliary spell, can bless the metal attack power and limbs, making the body extremely sharp, which can break gold and jade. Contribute points four hundred.
Liu Ming shook his head, left the stone platform, and walked straight to the next one.
"Water Mist", a water attribute concealment spell, can release a wide range of mist to cover up the figure, contributing 300 points.
"Fire Snake", fire attribute controllable attack spell, medium attack range, high destructive power, contribution 1,000 points.
"Thunder Net Technique", a thunder attribute attack spell, has a huge attack range and extremely destructive power. Non-thunder spirit veins cannot be cultivated, and it contributes fourteen points.
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Liu Ming looked at the stone platform one by one, his face seemed calm, but he sighed secretly in his heart.
The number of contribution points obtained by the spell here is far beyond expectations. With the more than 300 contribution points left in his hand, I am afraid that he can only exchange for the lowest level spell in it.
It didn't take long before he saw the spell on a small stone platform, but his brows were furrowed, and he obviously hadn't found a satisfactory spell.
Suddenly, when he put his palm on a dark green stone platform, his expression moved slightly and he stopped moving forward.
"Blood Vine Art", a wood attribute defense spell, can inoculate vine seeds in the body. It can be bred with blood and blood. Once encountering an enemy, it can be instantly activated and turned into vines to cover the whole body. The defense effect is strong or weak, depending on the type of seed. The gestation time depends on the length. Keep in mind that this method requires a lot of blood and essence. It is extremely painful for colleagues to cast the spell. If the seeds are bred in the body for too long, signs of body woodification may appear, which is extremely dangerous and contributes 300 points.
After reading the new white explanatory text in Liu Ming's mind several times, he took out the nameplate from his body without hesitation, and slammed the mask on the stone platform.
Although this technique seems to have many flaws, if he wants to change to a defensive spell with such a low contribution point, it is estimated that this is the only one, and he naturally has no choice.
With a "poof", after the nameplate flashed, the three hundred contribution points accumulated in the area disappeared out of thin air, and the mask also shattered and opened at the same time.
A thin cyan classic fell into his hands in a flash.
Liu Ming took this classic and turned away without hesitation.
"Bloodvine technique? You really want to practice it. This technique was not created by our ancestor, but was found from the body of an evil cultivator after a senior in the clan killed an evil cultivator. Those who have practiced this technique do not Less, but because it was too painful to cast, there was also the risk of woodification, and it was easy to be restrained by fire spells, so they gave up one after another. If it wasn't for the special cultivation method of this technique, and the sect wood attribute spells are not Many, maybe they have already moved out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so only these contribution points can be exchanged for them. You can cultivate to the present level at a young age, and you can see that you have a good aptitude and you don’t need to choose this kind of magic." Liao Feng looked at Liu. After taking a glance at the cyan classics in Naruto's hand, he said with a straight look.
"Thank you seniors for your advice, but the juniors don't contribute much, so I can only choose this technique first." Liu Ming replied with a respectful voice.
"Since you have decided like this, the old man has stopped you too, and swear in the name of heaven." Liao Feng sighed and said so.
After a cup of tea, Liu Ming and the old man in Zhu Pao appeared in the hut again with a flash of white light.
After Liu Ming bowed to the old man, he turned and left the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion.
Liao Feng waited for Liu Ming to disappear at the gate before he said to himself with a condensed expression:
"This son is so young, he should have been a disciple received in the most recent spiritual opening ceremony. But if I remember correctly, the Jiuying disciple received by Jiuying is not called Bai Congtian, is it just a six-spiritual disciple, This is a bit weird. Being able to cultivate so quickly to the late stage of the territory is probably not easy for ordinary Nine Spirit Vessel disciples to do."
The eyes of the old man in Zhu Pao were full of doubts, but after shook his head, he still sat back on the chair and continued to read the classics in his hand.
At the same time, Liu Ming checked the few contribution points left on the nameplate, sighed and put them away, and went straight to the Deacon's Hall.
After a while, Liu Ming stood under the crystal tablet where the task was released, looking up at the topmost task written in pale gold on the crystal tablet, thinking about it.
After a while, he turned around and walked to the stone platform that received the task, and handed over the nameplate.
"I want to participate in the March round of suppression of the Ten Thousand Bone Caverns!"
"The Ten Thousand Bone Caverns are extremely dangerous. Going there is arrogant. Brother Bai, do you really want to participate in this mission?" The middle-aged deacon in Shitai clearly recognized Liu Ming, the mission madman. The smile suddenly condensed.
"It's okay, the younger brother did decide to take over this task." Liu Ming said without thinking.
"In this case, I added the name of Junior Brother. Three days later, there will be a Junior Uncle who will lead the team. Junior Brother must join in on time, otherwise a lot of contribution points will be deducted." The middle-aged deacon nodded and said, and took over the nameplate. , After tapping a few times on it with a golden short stick, he returned it to Liu Ming.
After Liu Ming thanked the middle-aged deacon, he no longer stayed in the second floor lobby and left.
"Brother Huang, what task Brother Bai just took, how do I think you are a little hesitant." A man in his thirties, who looked like an ordinary man, suddenly walked to the stone platform and asked casually.
"It's nothing, Junior Brother Bai just participated in the Ten Thousand Bone Cave suppression mission that was set off three days later." The middle-aged deacon apparently recognized the inquirer and replied casually.
"What, Wan Bone Cave?" The inquiring man took a breath after hearing the words.
"Yeah, that's why I just persuaded a few words, but it's a pity that Junior Brother Bai insisted on going, so I can only handle it for him. Tsk tsk, if I remember correctly, the inner disciple who fell in the Ten Thousand Bone Caves more than a year ago, There are already ten people. As for the serious injuries, I don't know how many people have returned. The younger brother Bai is very young, but he is really very courageous." The middle-aged deacon chuckled.
But when I asked the man just now, he was still in a daze.
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"What, I took the task of suppressing Wangu Cave? This kid really dare to do so!" In a loft at the foot of the peak of Huaxueyi, several old disciples of Huaxueyi gathered together, and one of them had a black face. The man just said silently.