The Confucian scholar surnamed Feng continued.
"The first disciple of the military advisor died after only living for more than a month. This should also be caused by improper cultivation. Although the herb for body washing is not a rare and hard-to-find herb, it has some ordinary taste. The space is rarely difficult to see.
However, his second disciple passed the entry level of body washing and reached the first level of Qi Condensation stage, but he was also poisoned by fire.
Later, for some unknown reason, this disciple learned that he was being used to 'absorb souls', so he asked the marshal of the local army and another martial arts master to ambush the military advisor..."
Speaking of this, Confucian scholar surnamed Feng showed a strange look on his face.
Everyone shook their heads when they heard this, and the dark, thick man with a golden compass embroidered on his sleeves spoke.
"How can we win this? Even if he is poisoned by fire, the military advisor is already an immortal cultivator. It is not something that a few martial arts masters can kill. Even if it is several times more powerful, it will be in vain."
The other monks, including the Taoist priest, also agreed with what the big man said.
After hearing this, the Confucian scholar named Feng shook his head.
"Junior Brother Liang guessed wrong."
"Oh? Could it be that they killed the military advisor and it wasn't your law enforcement hall that killed him?" Junior Brother Liang asked curiously.
"This is what surprised me. Not only did they kill the military advisor, but the main credit here was not the two worldly martial arts masters, but the military advisor's disciple.
His mortal disciple was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was a farmer at the foot of Daqing Mountain. According to the disciple's report below, judging from the fighting at the scene, from the beginning of the ambush to the last kill, he should have been responsible for everything. His methods can be described as scheming, decisive and ruthless.
When my peak disciples arrived, except for this mortal disciple, all the others were dead. The marshal and another martial arts master died under the 'Fireball Technique' and the 'Wood Thorn Technique'.
The military advisor's mortal disciple was also on the verge of death, so he planned to kill that mortal boy as well. Although he was innocent, he could be considered as indirectly practicing the immortal magic of our sect, not to mention that he was also about to die, so it was still worth wasting the elixir. medicine. "
Everyone nodded. There was no such thing as rescuing the weak and supporting the strong in the world of immortality, let alone sympathy.
"But just when they were about to take the man's life, they accidentally discovered that the kid had symptoms of 'disintegration and poisoning' for some reason, so they brought him back."
"Oh, have you confirmed it? Are you really practicing 'Fragmentation and Poison Body'?"
"No one from my sect has mastered this 'Broken Poison Body' in nearly a thousand years. He has no corresponding technique to practice. How did he master it? Is it related to the improper introduction to the wood attribute 'Black Night Curtain Qing Gong'?"
"Yes, this kind of poisonous body is the second among the three major poisonous bodies of our sect. The sect has been passed down since ancient times. There are only a dozen people who have mastered these three major poisonous bodies. Which one has not gone through countless hardships? It took great opportunity to cultivate successfully..."
Everyone in the hall started talking, no matter how the monk surnamed Feng answered.
"Okay, okay, how can it be so decent? How can it be like a food market in the secular world? Since some people have said that there are great opportunities. Opportunities are different for everyone. If you get it, you will get it. It seems that the little friend must have had a good fortune. , Junior Brother Feng!”
The old Taoist Su Mian at the top saw the appearance of the people below and immediately started to shout.
The monk surnamed Feng looked at everyone and smiled bitterly.
The solemn old Taoist frowned when he saw this.
"What? Didn't it turn out that the body was separated from poison after the examination? I'm so happy for nothing!"
Next to all the fellow brothers and some elders, except for Junior Brother Xiaozhufeng Wei who looked like it had nothing to do with him, the rest of them could not help but express disappointment in their hearts.
"That's not true. I personally checked this person yesterday. It is indeed a 'fragmented poison body', and his body has a faint color that penetrates the muscles and bones. It's just... It's just that this person has a mixed spiritual root!"
The monk named Feng shook his head and sighed.
"The 'fragmentation and poisonous body' of miscellaneous spirit roots, how is this possible? I'm going to fuck you, the ancestor of the immortals."
"Miscellaneous spiritual roots? Can such a physique be cultivated into such an ancient body? Junior Brother Feng seriously confirms this?"
"This is really interesting. The slave family wants to take this kid in and study it carefully! Giggles..."
The solemn old Taoist sat at the top without saying a word. After a long while, he sighed.
"Junior Brother Feng, are you sure?"
The Confucian scholar surnamed Feng stood up, his robes fluttering, and he raised his hands.
"Senior Brother Head, this point is unmistakable. I thought at first that I had misjudged it due to excitement, and even asked several elders who went with me to try it out, but the final result was undoubtedly mixed spiritual roots!"
"Miscellaneous Spiritual Root... Miscellaneous Spiritual Root, even if we give him more resources, it is estimated that this life will only be a foundation-building period. What a pity, what a pity, what a pity!"
The old man with a solemn face said three regrets in a row.
"Then what should we do with this child?"
The Confucian scholar surnamed Feng looked at the head brother.
"Kill him, leave him to do nothing, it's just a waste of resources. Such people are worthy of this opportunity, but if they have it, it will be of no use. It looks like they are still angry, so let's just finish it off."
The dark, thick man with a golden compass embroidered on his sleeves said impatiently.
At the moment, a few people nodded in acquiescence. The resources for cultivating immortals are given to those who are useful. Those who have no future can just fend for themselves. There is no human kindness in the world of cultivating immortals.
"Didn't Senior Sister Li just say that she would receive it from her disciples? Hahaha..."
Some people also said to the charming woman with plump figure and charming eyebrows.
"Yes, yes, I want to take it. The slave family has only heard of this poisonous body. I really want to experience it!"
The beautiful woman looks around with her beautiful eyes, and a smile blooms like a peach blossom on her jade face.
The people below looked at her smiling face and couldn't help but feel chilled in their hearts.
"If that boy becomes a disciple of this woman, can he live for a day?" The solemn old man shook his head after hearing this.
"You can't live without me, junior sister. What kind of physique is the 'Splitting Poison Body'? One liquid and one blood can transform thousands of poisons. How can I let you take it away?"
"Hey, senior brother, old ghost, what's wrong with the slave family taking him in? The slave family can't accept a disciple peacefully, and it's not like he used it to make poison!"
The beautiful woman immediately looked at the old man above her and became dissatisfied.
"Junior sister, although this kid has miscellaneous spiritual roots, if we increase the resources to cultivate him, there is hope that he can reach the foundation building stage. With the domineering power of the 'detached poison body', if he can reach the foundation building stage, he will be a golden elixir. There are a few masters who dare to say they can beat him.
How can one be underestimated by the various poisons in his body? Therefore, even if this miscellaneous spirit root is used well, it can defeat the golden elixir. Even if it is not trained to the late stage of Qi Condensation, it is rare to be able to beat it in the foundation building stage. "
The old Taoist Su Mian looked down.
Everyone below is also a person who has been practicing for hundreds of years. They are not very thoughtful people, but they have just been shaken by the huge gap.
Only three people have been able to refine this 'Detached Poison Body' for hundreds of millions of years. Now suddenly someone has made it during the Qi Condensation stage. Unfortunately, they can only stop at building the foundation. This blow can be imagined.
Seeing the old man say this, the charming woman's face froze and she was about to speak, when suddenly a clear voice sounded.
"Senior Brother Head, Senior Sister Li, I think this boy should join my sect. I will accept him as a registered disciple first."
Everyone looked for fame, but it was Junior Brother Wei Xiaozhufeng who kept smiling and saying nothing.
"Hey, little junior brother, this is strange. How come you, a great Jindan cultivator, can accept a Qi Condensation stage disciple as your disciple?"
The beautiful woman smiled and looked at the fat young man who was sitting in the chair and smiling.
"Senior sister, didn't you just want to accept him as your disciple? Is it a lie? Or do you want to accept him and use it as a poison? Among the seven disciples under my sect, don't you also have one who is in the Qi Condensation stage as a registered disciple
There won't be much more than one of them. Once they reach the foundation-building stage, I will officially accept them as my disciples.
What's more, you just said that he is a miscellaneous spirit root. How many resources are needed to accumulate this? How many cultivation resources do you have in other peaks? Hahaha! "
Fat Junior Brother Wei chuckled and looked at the charming woman.
After hearing this, the charming woman was speechless for a moment, and many people nodded.
When it comes to training resources, no other peak can compare to Xiaozhu Peak. There are less than twenty people including the handymen. Even if the sect deducts a lot of resources every year, they cannot compare.
As the number of disciples from other peaks increases, the competition for resource allocation becomes more and more cruel. Now the disciples who are just starting out are all trying hard to enter Xiaozhu Peak, including the original disciples who left Xiaozhu Peak so much that they regret it.
But when they left at that time, they had already cut off their own means of escape, and who knew that the peak master would only keep a few disciples in the end, and lock the door of the peak, so that the cultivation resources are much more than those of other peaks."
The old Taoist Su Mian also nodded frequently. He felt that Junior Brother Wei was finally thinking about his disciple.
"Junior Brother Wei, what you said is true. Just take it and train him well. Maybe he can be a big help in the future. In this way, the resources deducted every year can be relaxed and given to you Xiaozhufeng."
"Senior Brother Head, Junior Brother Wei Xiaozhufeng is just a few people, you are so lenient, how can you be so protective."
"That's right, that's right, senior brother, we have thousands of people now, and we are very busy all year round."
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"Shut up, how can you behave properly? Although Xiaozhu Peak has a small number of people, none of you have any idea of the resources it receives every year. The extra resources are also limited, but there is less competition among disciples.
Four years from now will be the harvesting period for the four sects’ secret realms. At that time, each peak will be able to extract an additional 10% of the various spiritual herbs and spiritual objects brought out from the secret realms in the next ten years. "
The solemn old man said coldly.
When everyone below heard this, they were all excited and thought, "An extra 10% every year is a lot!"
Next, after everyone discussed other matters, they filed out of the hall one by one, with all kinds of auras flashing around them.
Li Yan sat on the bed in a daze, looking out the window at the flying birds and the fairy spirit swirling around the pond. He felt as if he was in a dream.
When he woke up last night, the faint scent of sandalwood filled his nose. He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a white curtain with tassels hanging on it, swaying gently in the wind.
Beneath him is a soft wooden bed, with exquisite carvings on the headboard, and a brocade quilt on his body, which is very comfortable.
Looking around, the room was not big. In addition to the bed under him, there was a table and a chair under the window. The hollow-carved window showed a fairyland scene.
From time to time, golden fish jump up among the green lotus roots and pink lotus flowers on the hills, ponds, and splash down on the lotus leaves, forming crystal clear water droplets that slowly slide towards the edge of the green leaves. , and then, "ding dong" dripped into the pool again.
He shook his head and looked around in disbelief. It was still the same. He was lying in a room, not in the forest of Daqing Mountain. He moved, but found that there was no discomfort on his body.
I sighed in my heart, this was definitely not a dream, let alone in my consciousness. My legs were obviously injured and broken, and the fire poison in my body also broke out, but now I felt no pain at all, and only my soul was left.
Where is this place? Last time in the consciousness space, I thought it was Abi Hell and made a joke. This time I am sure I won’t be mistaken again. But why is this hell like this? It’s more like fairyland!
He moved and found that he could move without any restrictions. He immediately turned over and sat up, then casually opened the quilt, and then he couldn't help but wonder, wasn't he just a soul
But at this time, he was still wearing the broken black robe, and there were still a lot of blood stains on the black robe. He hesitantly pulled up the lower black robe, and then looked at his legs.
The pants were still the ones he wore yesterday, and they were also stained with blood, but a long slit was torn open on the right calf and left thigh, exposing the skin underneath.
For a moment, Li Yan became even more confused. He used both hands to open up the long opening on the trouser leg, but what he saw was a leg without any wounds.
He raised his right leg, and there was no problem at all. He remembered that he used his right leg to kick Ji Junshi, and then it was broken by Ji Junshi. There was no sign of any injuries now.
Looking at his left leg again, there were no scars where a large piece of flesh and blood should have been lost. There were no traces of cuts from the "Wind Blade Technique". Was killing the third army division just a dream before, or now? It was in his dream that he raised his hand and pinched his face.
"you're awake!"
At the same time as his face hurt, a voice came from his ear.