Chapter 77 Waste
"snort!"
With a cold snort, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply. More than ten people in the foundation building stage, such as Lin Zhengyang and others, were trembling and did not dare to breathe.
The spiritual energy in his body circulated carefully, only keeping the flying sword under his knees in the air.
Afraid of arousing the dissatisfaction of this senior at the core formation stage, he would smash them to pieces with every move he made!
The ground was full of Qi-refining cultivators who were kneeling and shouting.
Whether it is those who have returned or those who have left the sect.
When had they ever felt such power?
Jian Shiba's face was cold, he looked around, and finally his eyes fell in the direction of Mi Jian Cliff.
"That ant at the seventh level of foundation building, come here!"
Jian Shiba finally spoke. Lin Zhengyang and Mu Juhuai were about to stand up, but they looked at each other again and Mu Juhuai knelt back.
He is only the second elder. Let Lin Zhengyang, the sect leader, handle matters like this!
"I have met my senior. I am Lin Zhengyang, the leader of the Spirit Sword Sect! A sudden change occurred there a few months ago. I waited until a group of my sect members passed by and found out that Elder Wan was dead..."
Lin Zhengyang didn't dare wait for Jian Shiba to ask questions and said directly.
"No matter how weak Wan Laogen is, he is still at the eighth level of foundation building. Why don't you help him when he encounters enemies?"
Jian Shiba's voice seemed calm, but it scared all the elders and others into nervousness!
The reason for this is because all it takes is one thought for Kenshiba to want them to die.
"Back...back to senior," Lin Zhengyang said cautiously: "Elder Wan has repeatedly ordered that no one is allowed to enter the bottom of the Misty Sword Cliff without his consent! Something happened at Misty Sword Cliff that day, and I wanted to go to investigate, but Elder Wan strictly prohibited me from entering. Stopped him. When there was no sound from the other side and Elder Wan didn't come back, the young man and the others found the courage to go over. Then they found that Elder Wan was dead! In this bag, let senior take it back!"
Lin Zhengyang trembled and took out a storage bag.
This is Wan Laogen's original storage bag, but what's inside...
It had long been divided by Lin Zhengyang and others, and now there was only Wan Laogen's body.
"waste!"
Jian Shiba shouted loudly, and the flying sword beside him turned into a stream of light!
A white light flashed, a hole was cut in the storage bag, and a gray-black coffin appeared out of thin air!
The eyes of all the people in the foundation building stage shrank sharply. Is this the magical power of the seniors in the pill forming stage?
They can also destroy storage bags.
But they couldn't imagine destroying the storage bag like this and still letting the contents fall out!
That is an independent space. Once the storage bag is destroyed, the contents inside will disappear without a trace, and no one knows where they are!
The sword light went away and came back again, stabbing the coffin instantly.
The coffin exploded into pieces!
The corpse turned into minced meat and blood, mixed with sawdust and scattered from the air!
The stench spread, but it dispersed with the wind.
Only during these foundation building stages did I realize that Jian Shiba just said rubbish, referring to Wan Laogen!
When he came here, he had already been to the bottom of the Misty Sword Cliff.
The stone pillar collapsed and broke into several pieces.
And the dream in the middle of the stone pillars is endless and has no whereabouts!
I thought that Wan Laogen, who was here, went too far and was attacked by the crowd of Lingjian Sect, surrounded and killed.
Now when I think about it with my toes, I can tell that I must be following the path of Meng Wuya!
That's why he was so angry and vented all his anger on Lin Zhengyang and others!
But he also knew that it was useless to be angry at this time. The news must be sent back to Wanjian Mountain as soon as possible!
Meng Wuya, as the young palace master of Youluo Sect, has been suppressed here for five hundred years. His lifespan is running out. The first thing he must do is to find the sacred objects of their sect!
Otherwise, the ultimate plan will not survive for decades!
He raised his eyebrows slightly and said indifferently: "This elder came here and brought you another stationed disciple. At this time, he is repairing the Misty Sword Cliff! Do what your Spirit Sword Sect should do well, otherwise your Spirit Sword Sect There is no need for Zong to continue to exist!”
"Yes, yes!"
Lin Zhengyang felt relieved, knowing that Jian Shiba would not vent his anger on them, so he quickly said: "Senior, there are several people in this sect who meet Wan Jianshan's requirements. The villain's direct disciples are even more resolute and practice hard. The golden and wood spiritual roots! Now that the seniors are back, we will bring them out?"
"Go and bring it here!"
Jian Shiba waved his hand gently, and these foundation building stages were driven off the sword.
Just when they were so frightened that they couldn't control their bodies and were about to fall to the ground to death, they suddenly found a pure spiritual power protecting them and standing firmly on the ground!
And the sword is eighteen.
He also came down from the air, his whole body calmed down, and he looked like a mortal!
"Meng Baishi, come here!"
Lin Zhengyang shouted at him, and the big dog kneeling behind him quickly ran over, its big head particularly conspicuous.
Jian Shiba was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "That's right, you have reached the sixth level of Qi Refining at the age of thirteen! Not bad, not bad! Lin Zhengyang, right? This is a reward for you!"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and a porcelain bottle slowly flew towards Lin Zhengyang.
"This is the Qi Condensing Pill. It is usually taken by monks like me and other monks in the Pill Formation Stage, but it has the best effect when used in the Foundation Establishment Stage!"
"Thank you, senior!"
Lin Zhengyang fell to his knees!
The other elders also called their direct disciples.
They have all passed the sixth level of Qi refining, but the youngest is only seventeen or eighteen years old.
However, the requirement of Wanjian Mountain is that as long as they have three spiritual roots or above, and those who have reached the sixth level of the Qi Refining Stage before the age of twenty, they can do it.
The Eighteen Swordsmen accepted all the orders, but the rewards for these disciples were much inferior to Lin Zhengyang's.
Mu Juhuai was the only one with a gloomy expression.
Because he has no disciples.
Originally, he had two direct disciples of the Three Spiritual Roots.
One is Ergou and the other is Chen Hua.
Unexpectedly, Ergou made him lose face, and Chen Hua secretly gave the spirit stone to Zhu Yun to pay off his debt!
Although he was snatched away by himself in the end.
But how can these hundred spirit stones compare to the pills that Jian Shishi gave him so casually?
You must know that in the past, ordinary people in the foundation building period came to accept disciples, and the resources in exchange were ordinary, only better than those of their Spirit Sword Sect.
But compared with Jian Shiba's, there is a huge difference!
This is the elixir formation period!
At this time, Mu Juhuai regretted it to death!
He wanted to save face, but he suffered heavy losses in the end!
"Are they all gone?"
Jian Shiba asked casually and flicked his hand again.
A golden light fell to the ground and suddenly turned into a small boat!
However, the boat was slowly growing in size, and in a moment it became a flying boat!
A man-carrying magic weapon that can carry several people flying in the air and can be driven by spiritual stones!
"Come up, little kids. It only takes one month, and I can take you all the way to Wanjian Mountain!"
Big Dog and the others were all dumbfounded.
As soon as they passed the sixth level of Qi Refining, they immediately tried to fly with a sword. This was the obsession of almost all children.
They all had an age when they envied the free flight of birds.
When I got a little older, I yearned for immortals who could fly.
After entering the sect, this desire became more intense.
But after all, spiritual power is limited, and no matter how good you fly, it will only take you a cup of tea.
But this flying boat can actually fly for a month, directly to Wanjian Mountain?
"What's so surprising?" Seeing the expressions of these children and teenagers, Jian Shiba said: "If you go to Wanjian Mountain to practice hard and reach the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, you can exchange your sect's contribution for the flying boat! Hurry up! Come up, everyone!"
Hearing that they also had a chance, Dagou and others got on the flying boat and sat down one after another, looking nervous and excited.
Jian Shiba also stepped forward slowly, and when he was about to drive the flying boat to the sky, a flying sword flew rapidly from a distance!
On top of the flying sword, a man dressed in black looked anxious and shouted loudly: "Senior, senior! I am also at the sixth level of Qi refining!"
Jian Shiba showed displeasure. A sixth-level Qi Refiner dared to yell at him?
act recklessly!
Just when he was about to slap him away with a palm from the air, who was dozens of steps away, he saw Elder Mu showing surprise and said anxiously: "Senior, this is Chen Hua, the villain's direct disciple. I didn't expect that he also has Qi Refining Sixth Level." It’s heavy! The three spiritual roots of wood, earth and fire are fifteen years old!”
"Fifteen years old?" Jian Shiba immediately stopped his hand. At the age of fifteen, Sanlinggen could break through the sixth level of Qi refining. If it wasn't for his amazing talent, he had amazing perseverance!
What swordsmen value more is talent and perseverance in swordsmanship.
The spiritual root can only make the sword art more powerful.
The talent of swordsmanship is an ethereal thing that cannot be seen or touched.
Perseverance can be reflected in all aspects!
"Just wait for him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Hua had already flown here, but when he came in a hurry, his spiritual power was exhausted and he fell down in mid-air!
"Ouch, my good disciple, why are you so careless?" Mu Juhuai exclaimed falsely, Yu Jian stepped forward and quickly supported him and brought him to the flying boat.
Hearing this voice, Chen Hua threw his hand away and said coldly: "Mu Juhuai, you have already expelled me from your school. I am not your good disciple!"
Chen Hua is not stupid. If Mu Juhuai suddenly becomes so close to him, is it profitable?
I won't let you succeed!
Sure enough, Jian Shiba was stunned for a moment, then showed a playful smile and looked at Mu Juhuai!
