The only worry is whether the spiritual plant can be planted.
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After learning the specific assessment content of the level of [Moisturizing Things], most people directly gave up the medicine king's inheritance.
Some people also speculated that neither Ye Liangchen nor Fuchen would seek the entrance without humiliating themselves.
Because if you find it, there is only one ending: failure.
Rather than being seen as a failure in front of everyone.
It's better to pass this matter in a low-key manner and save a little face for yourself.
However, things went beyond everyone's expectations.
The next day, the second entrance of [Runwu] was discovered.
And the one who discovered this entrance was none other than Fuchen, a super user with a reputation second only to Ye Liangchen in Tianguangxu.
Knowing that Fuchen still insisted on challenging the [Moisturizing] level, everyone immediately flocked to the Plaza of Death.
Fu Chen looked at the Golden Core cultivators surrounding him.
Each of them has a cultivation level above the seventh rank of Golden Core.
In Longteng Academy, all the young monks under the age of 30 are gathered.
Of course, there are very few people under the age of thirty who can break through the golden core stage.
But in the entire Tianguang Ruins, there are countless monks above Gold Core.
Therefore, Tianguang Market can grab a lot of them with just a random grab.
At this time, these Golden Core cultivators all stared at the floating dust with burning eyes, as if they were looking at a lot of popularity points, as well as Ning Yuan Pool and Soul Refining.
"Hehe, God Fuchen, don't blame our subordinates for being merciless for a while, after all, everyone is for their own interests."
Fu Chen took a step forward, raised his chin slightly, and said calmly: "For a while, all of you don't attack me."
"Why?"
"That is, we dare not kill you if you think you are some kind of great god. I am used to living a life of licking blood with knives, so I don't care what your name is."
Fuchen smiled faintly, his face full of confidence, "Just because I can give each of you ten times more benefits than a thousand popularity points, Ningyuan pool and soul refinement."
As soon as these words came out, a hundred cultivators were stunned, "What does God Fuchen mean by these words?"
Fuchen: "The meaning is very clear. Everyone present, as long as you don't do anything to me during the period when I nourish the spiritual plant, when I get the inheritance of the medicine king, I guarantee that each of you will get more than 10,000 crystals of benefits."
The hundred monks gasped in unison, and each of them became short of breath.
Ten thousand crystals is really a lot of money for these casual cultivators.
The smile on Fuchen's face became more and more lofty, "You have also seen the scene yesterday, everything that happened at this time, there must be thousands of people in the square to witness, are you still afraid that I will fail? I, Fuchen, can now Can you still rely on your millions of crystals to refine sixth-grade pills?"
Indeed, a sixth-grade elixir is worth tens of thousands of crystals. With a million crystals, the floating dust can definitely be taken out.
The hundred monks gritted their teeth, and finally nodded heavily: "Okay, deal!"
In Wangsheng Square, everyone was dumbfounded.
"Oh my god, it can still be like this!"
"That's right! Why didn't I think of that? One thousand popularity points, Ning Yuanchi is a lot for us ordinary monks, but it's nothing for someone like Fuchen God."
Even Muyan was dumbfounded, and then couldn't help but chuckled: "This floating dust is interesting."
Since he competed with himself for the inheritance of the medicine king until now.
He has never made any insidious tricks.
But he never gave up.