Chapter 272

In the valley.

Nangonghuang, murongxuan and other Taoists fight for the sword Qi.

All kinds of unique skills of Kendo are displayed from their hands, among which there are even some sage skills, which are extremely powerful and earth shaking.

But Chu Madman's sword Qi was too strong, and his sword Qi was extremely pure. The charm of the sword was even more direct than that of all the people on the scene. He could not do anything if he let them use all kinds of means.

The sword Qi raises his hand and cuts out a sword. Aiming at Murong Xuan, the sword Qi is flying, with a terrifying charm of sword.

Under this force, Murong Xuan's pupil shrinks, and he can't compete at all. His whole body is blasted out nearly 100 feet by the sword Qi, and a big pit is smashed in the ground. He feels that the bones in his body are going to be broken.

He vomites blood directly. The intense pain makes him unable to move. Looking at the seemingly invincible sword Qi, Murong Xuan suddenly comes up with an idea It's good to lie here.

But at this time, a breeze swept his body, carrying a mysterious charm and vitality, quickly repaired his injury.

After a while, his injury recovered to 7788.

Chu Madman in not far away toward him smile way: "still lie to do what, lazy ah, this can't, go on."

Murong Xuan's mouth twitched for a moment, but then he looked at the sword Qi and separated himself. His eyes showed his fighting spirit, and he rushed up again with his sword.

"Nine Yang formula, seven Yang chop!"

He was full of Taoist rhymes. A very hot Taoist rhyme surged out and turned into seven huge fireballs, which were suspended in the air like seven suns. Then Qi Dynasty cut off the sword Qi separately.

However, the sword Qi raised his hand, a purple sword light crossed the void, seven fireballs were broken one by one, and the majestic flame was carried by the sword Qi, like a solar storm sweeping all directions.

All around the way have been swept away by this storm.

"Damn it, is that ok?"

"Murongxuan's moves were used by him to deal with us. Is this level of Kendo really just a part?"

"This is only one sixth of the leader's strength..."

The crowd was amazed and gnawed their teeth to kill Fenshen again.

The battle lasted for an hour.

In this hour, each Taoist had been seriously injured at least twice, and the number of minor injuries was countless.

After the first World War, several people lay on the ground exhausted.

"Well, let's stop here today." The Madman of Chu took a look at the setting sun and snapped his fingers. The sword Qi dissipated immediately.

He looked at Nangong Huang and said with a faint smile, "tomorrow morning is still here. Let's continue. It's OK. I told you to beat me in a month. Today is just the first day."

"There are plenty of opportunities."

Looking at the smiling Chu Madman, Nangong Huang and others only think that the leader in front of them is not the devil disguised, right?!

Give back the gentle and friendly leader to us!

"So that's it. Goodbye."

The Madman of Chu left with blue feather, and the people lying on the ground looked at each other. They only felt that it was dark in front of them, and they were constantly complaining.

"It's just the first day. There are still three months to go before the championship. That is to say, we have to stick to this special training for more than two months. My God, I don't live any more." Zhuo Han wails.

"No, we can't let the leader look down on us."

Junyi gritted her teeth.

Today, the disappointed expression of Chu Madman floated to her heart, let her make up her mind, "even if it's death, we should stick to it."

"If you want to die, you can't die. If the headmaster's skill of turning spring breeze into rain comes down, you have to get up and continue to be abused." Nangong Huang said.

"Say, do you want to go back?"

Murongxuan said.

"No, I don't have any strength."

"It's the same with me. I'll have someone give us something to eat and drink, and some clothes by the way." Nangong Huangdao.

They sat on the ground and began to recover their spiritual power. As soon as their internal skills were working, they suddenly found something wrong.

"Have you found that the speed of spiritual power recovery in the body has become faster?" Nangong Huang said.

"I feel the same way."

"It's because of the washbasin."

Murong Xuan thought, "it's because the marrow washing pool has improved our root bones, so we can recover faster and more efficiently no matter in the operation or spiritual power."

"Well, not bad."

They all nodded and looked at the marrow washing pool in the distance. They were not stupid. Naturally, they knew what the marrow washing pool meant to a clan.

What's the standard to judge a clan's potential? Talents.

And this pulp washing pool can mass produce talents!

"I'm afraid this is the key to the prosperity of xuantianzong."

"This pulp washing pool is too important."

"The headmaster put such important things here at random. It's too casual.""If there is a prohibition, it will not even think of anything."

After a while.

Some disciples came with some clothes and food.

When I saw a group of Taoists lying on the ground, a pair of squeezed dry appearance, I couldn't help but wonder.

What special training did the leader arrange for them.

What a horror?!

After leaving with blue feather, Chu Madman did not return to lingtiandao palace for the first time, but came to a clean valley.

In this valley, there lived the sage of Qingshuang.

"Headmaster, here you are."

When Qingshuang saw the Madman of Chu coming, his eyes lit up.

"Well, let me see how LingMi is growing."

"Not bad."

Qingshuang sage and Chu Madman came to a few acres of rice fields.

The rice field is full of aura.

This is a kind of LingMi, which contains Lingqi.

LingMi's aura content is not as good as some precious medicines, but its value is far better than some precious medicines, even the saint level precious medicines.

Because LingMi can be planted on a large scale and has a short maturity period, it is easier for monks to absorb LingMi than Baoyao.

Today, there are several saints in Lei Xingtong temple.

This is also the reason why they are so famous.

However, the value of LingMi in Leiyin temple is far less than that of LingMi planted by the Chu Madman.

Leiyin temple's LingMi is just ordinary LingMi, but Chu Madman's LingMi is the high-level LingMi he got from the lottery!

It's a legendary item!

"I have already harvested once. The yield per mu is about 1000 Jin. I have planted 20 mu here. Now the reserve of LingMi is about 20000 Jin."

"How many harvests a year?"

"With the blessing of ethyl essence, it can produce about four times a year, that is 80000 Jin." Qingshuang said.

"80000 Jin is not enough."

Chu Madman shook his head, xuantianzong disciples more than 100000, the 80000 Jin LingMi is just a drop in the bucket.

"Now it can only be provided to some zhenzhuan disciples. If they want to use it on a large scale, they have to expand the scale of planting."

"The scale can be expanded, but I can't give birth to so many LingMi." Qingshuang sage road.

Yimu essence Qi is the method of Qingshuang sage's practice, which can be used to speed up the growth of the elixir.

But there is only one sage in Qingshuang. No matter how strong the spirit of Yimu is, there is no way to produce too many LingMi.

"It's OK. Take your time."

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