The next day, Zhang Xiaotian received the identity card and clothes of the inner disciple, but his residence remained the same. I am afraid that it would arouse the outrage of the outer disciple! Because the ratio of the thinness of spiritual energy between the residences of the disciples of the inner and outer sects is naturally a world-wide difference.
In his spare time, Zhang Xiaotian looked at that vast memory, which explained in detail the various spirit pattern masters, and Zhang Xiaotian was even ready to cultivate his pattern skills.
The so-called pattern skills are similar to martial skills, but there are no restrictions on martial skills, and pattern skills can be cultivated according to the type of monk's natal pattern weapon.
For example, your spirit pattern is knife-shaped, and you can only learn knives. If you practice swords, it's like a child using a spear. And Zhang Xiaotian's spirit pattern is an ordinary seed, which pattern technique should I learn.
When Zhang Xiaotian was cultivating, he really found that he could not exert the power of pattern skills, so why not attack with martial skills
The depressed Zhang Xiaotian wanders in the Haohaizong...
"Excuse me, do you have time?" Suddenly, a more hearty voice came, and the person came was a rather strong man.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Xiaotian answered faintly without looking back.
"We want to hunt wild beasts in the Black Demon Ridge. Just one person is missing. Are you interested?" This person came to Zhang Xiaotian and said, as soon as Huafeng said, "It turns out that it is Brother Xiaotian, your record is a martial arts skill. I am still impressed by the fact that Yi Hong obliterated the veteran disciple Lin Hou."
Zhang Xiaotian just smiled and didn't speak, looking at Zhang Xiaotian indifferent, this person said with a silly smile, "My name is Huang Lei, and the beasts we hunt in the Black Demon Ridge are divided equally according to the merits, and Brother Xiaotian will not suffer."
Seeing this person's appearance, Zhang Xiaotian revealed a slight smile in his heart, so let's go! Just practice a little bit of red, maybe you can discover the magical effect of the spirit pattern device.
Not long after, Huang Lei took Zhang Xiaotian to meet three other people, two men and one woman.
"Xiaotian, this is Xu Huan!" Huang Lei pointed to a beautiful girl.
"Hello, when Brother Xiaotian fought against Linhou, I was there at the time!" Xu Huan smiled sweetly, his skin was white, his features were exquisite, his figure was exquisite, his face was ruddy, and his youthful vigor was revealed. In his previous life, this was absolutely It's a big beauty.
"This is Du Jun!" Huang Lei continued, and Du Jun responded with a smile.
"This is Kunyang! But he is a cultivator at the pinnacle of the spirit realm. He is only half a step away from the four spirit realm, so he is our greatest support!" Huang Lei smiled.
"The waste material is transformed, and at most you can become an ordinary strong person. Don't waste our time, let's go!" Kunyang said impatiently, and left first after saying that, with a full-faced hairstyle, arrogant.
I saw Xu Huan smile at Zhang Xiaotian before, not angry, faintly jealous, and strong in his own strength, not afraid of Zhang Xiaotian, and even confident enough to defeat Zhang Xiaotian effortlessly.
Zhang Xiaotian slid in secret, too lazy to pay attention to Kunyang, but looked at Huang Lei.
"Okay, everyone rests and sets off," Huang Lei said helplessly.
There are many black beasts in the Black Demon Ridge, most of them are infinitely powerful and brutal and bloodthirsty. The monks can sharpen their bodies and earn the important parts of the beasts, otherwise it is death.
"Look, there is a black iron bull in front of him. It should be an eighth-rank cultivation base, but its defensive power even catches up with the ninth-rank beast, who will come." Huang Lei said.
"I'm coming!" Du Jun said, and Xu Huan didn't say anything. Kunyang didn't even bother to look at it, full of disdain, arrogant.
"Beast!" Du Jun stepped forward, slowly approaching the black iron bull.
There is a huge cow in front of him, which is extremely arrogant in every move. The huge long horns on his head are flowing with black light and have a strong sense of sharpness.
Two wild small eyes staring at Du Jun, who is slowly approaching him, although there is no high intelligence, but this kind of beast has a very strong sense of territory. It instinctively feels that its majesty is being challenged. This is a shame. The little figure in front of you rotted me.
"Aw!" The sky was screaming, the wind was rolling, shaking the spiritual energy, a savage air radiated from the space, and it was directly pierced with extremely sharp horns. The ground shook wherever it passed, and the edge of the horns shone with a faint light.
"Flame Slash!" Du Jun yelled softly, then quickly drew out his knife, stepped on his feet, jumped into the air, a cold light appeared, a faint flame cord around the blade, forming a long horizontal flame, once hit In the living beings, a large piece is definitely burned.
In one touch, the flames shot in all directions, and the spirit wave tore the air, and the black iron barbarian smashed the flames forward.
"Naughty animal, die!" Du Jun yelled and withdrew the big knife, and then the knife rose ~ then fell, directly on the horns, but it would retreat as soon as it touched, and then somersault to avoid it later.
"Brother Du Jun's flame sword technique is getting better and better, and he has actually practiced the flame Fenkong to the level of Xiaocheng." Xu Huan on the side showed the gold star, and Huang Lei just smirked, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"The realm of Xiaocheng." Kunyang disdainfully said, the cold light in his eyes flashed away.
"Brother Kunyang, how's your swordsmanship going to thunder?" the girl asked, but Kunyang only said vaguely.
In the distance, Du Jun's swordsmanship was waving like a phantom, and the aura in the void flashed, full of flames, blocking everyone's sight, and the black iron bull smashed like a blind man.
In the blur, a blade of light flashed arrogantly, even swallowing the flames of the blade, and it lasted for a long time.
The blood was swaying like a fountain, and the black iron bull roared frantically, sounding like thunder and deafening.
The invisible black iron bull was completely violent and rushed frantically, but it was a pity that every time Du Jun picked a knife ~ the knife fell, he would leave blood marks on the fragile belly of the black iron bull.
No matter how much blood, it couldn't help flowing endlessly, and with the last loud roar, the black iron bull fell.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaotian followed Huang Lei and Xu Huan forward, skinning and peeling the black iron bull, especially the black horns are extremely useful, they can refine medicine, make weapons, etc., they are all top choices.
Not long after, a black iron leopard appeared in front of him, slightly smaller than the black iron barbarian, but also in exchange for abnormal speed and agility.
However, Huang Lei's shot turned out to be the main defense, passive resistance everywhere, and weakness to show the enemy.
Suddenly, a heavy yellow light radiated from his whole body, a palm pushed out, and the strong wind swept away. The air was compressed until it exploded, and it directly brought a large rain of blood, and then slowly killed the black iron leopard.
Afterwards, several people dealt with the black iron leopard together, and Kunyang was the only one on the side watching with cold eyes.
"Brother Kunyang, we are all dealing with the black iron leopard, are you embarrassed to watch it?" Xu Huan wrinkled Xiaoqiong's nose and said with dissatisfaction.
"Junior sister, did you say this wrong?" Kunyang frowned slightly, showing a cold look.
"What's wrong? You didn't take any action along the way. We are responsible for even dealing with beasts. Do you want to get something for nothing?" Xu Huan raised his eyebrows and scolded lightly, with a youthful appearance, a rosy face, and a lightness. Her vermilion lips are not only pure, but also extremely charming.
The corner of Kunyang's mouth was slightly raised, and the evil light flashed across his eyes, thinking that it was not that you were a little bit charming, and I was too lazy to hunt wild beasts with you.
"Junior sister, Brother Kunyang is our security guarantee, how can we easily do it." Huang Lei, who spoke directly and had a bold temperament, smiled on the side and said as if to help round the game.
"But he didn't even make a move." Xu Huan muttered softly.
"I'm your safety guarantee, can I easily show my hands?" Kunyang said lightly, a school of master demeanor, with a turn of conversation, and contemptuously said, "It's not like some people only do some coolies. It's just a waste. Come to hold back, something goes wrong, I won't care."
"I don't plan to let you control me either." Zhang Xiaotian said lightly.
Kunyang frowned, flashed a sharp color, and hummed, "I want to die, I am not a rubbish forest monkey, your little red is rubbish to me."
Indeed, as far as the realm is concerned, the forest monkey is eager to break through the realm, while people like Kunyang fight steadily and are naturally better than the former, and the forest monkey has not even cultivated liquid spiritual power, which is the worst among the peak cultivators of the Qi spiritual realm. In the first category, Kunyang naturally disdains it, not to mention his superb swordsmanship. It is not a problem to fight against the ethereal realm. Once the spirit of the spirit is burned, the ethereal realm is always careful. Such a powerful self is an eighth rank. Compared to waste...
"Can you come and try?" Zhang Xiaotian was not afraid, always taking it easy.