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Guanyue Calendar, 153, October.      vdt

The group of four reported to the sect, then left Huoyun Valley and entered Jiangcheng.

The leading disciple has an ordinary appearance, a short beard, and has the highest cultivation level among the four. His name is Fan He, and he is not unfamiliar with Jing Hua and others. A few months ago, he and Qian Da and others escorted the new disciples to get started.

Fan He is in his seventies and has a dull personality. He is unwilling to talk to Xiao Maotou, so he walks ahead. Jing Hua and others are familiar with each other behind him. They are unavoidably excited and talk nonstop all the way.

"Fatty, it costs a lot to raise this badger? Is that senior brother from a sect family?"

"I heard that Tian Enming was born as a hunter and his family was poor."

"How could that sect give such a reward? Isn't it a scam?"

Shi Dagen looked at the beast cage well. The "earth badger" in the cage was still a cub, the size of a bench. Without the familiar environment, the spirit beast was also a little timid and shrank its head under its neck and did not dare to move.

"How is it possible? Any spiritual pet given by the sect will be cultivated by the 'Spirit Beast Academy' before upgrading to the second transfer."

Su Yan held the beast cage, and his face couldn't hide his envious expression.

"It will take more than ten years to advance to the second transfer. This is a huge expense. Pills and magic weapons are much more valuable. Everyone says that the one with the surname Tian is lucky. "Park Jung-won" is abnormal this time. Sour Ding, look."

He held up the beast cage and put it in front of Jing Hua.

"Although the 'Tu Xing Badger' is an ordinary spirit beast, he will learn the 'Tu Escape' ability after one turn. It can also use talented spells to make the body hard and the head and claws more lethal. If you cooperate with the monks, your combat power will increase by 80% out of thin air."

Jing Hua sighed, "Don't talk about others, even I am jealous of that senior brother Tian. Even if it is not considered the cost of offering, a tamed spiritual beast cub is worth more than an ordinary magic weapon. There are only a few pieces of spiritual crystals that cannot be bought."

Shi Dagen heard the saliva flowing out, and he couldn't help but feel it.

"How many spiritual crystals? Then let's catch a few to sell them, wouldn't it be a quick profit?"

Jing Hua smiled and said, "Stone, that's not the chicken and duck you raise. Spiritual beasts are extremely keen and will die soon after they are captured randomly. Only sects and aristocratic families have the ability to train them in large quantities and provide them with disciples. Ordinary cultivators have no conditions at all."

"yes"

Su Yan added: "Although the breeds have weak combat power and are not naturally grown, the world is so big that there is no place to find the spiritual pet that is 'going together'. It is an amazing blessing to get one from the sect. When the senior brother of the Academy mentioned it, he said that this reward was extremely heavy, which is far from the usual routine."

Shi Dagen murmured, "Or why we do something and ask for some reward from the sect."

"Bang!"

Su Yan raised his hand and gave him a thrill.

"Wake up. If you want a spiritual pet, you have to find a spiritual mine or a blessed cave. Do you think it's a cabbage, and it's all over the ground?"

"Hahaha"

Laughs resounded throughout the mountains and forests for a long time.

The three of them talked and looked at the scenery along the road without realizing that the journey was long. Jing Hua even felt that the relaxed mood sootheed his soul and his cultivation level improved slightly.

The classics mentioned several times, "perseverance, tension and relaxation, not focusing on external things, but only asking about the original heart, which is called practicing the original method." Jing Hua was not very familiar before, but now compared with his own situation, he seems to have found some tricks again.

Everyone walked on the road of trade, and the sect regularly maintained it, so they naturally traveled freely. Thirty days later, they arrived in Jiangcheng and entered the "Huo Lei Gate" branch.

This place has a sparse population, and all industries are not prosperous, so the mountain city is far from prosperous. The number of monks in the city is limited, and there are only three people, including the master. However, the spiritual mine outside the city is located in a remote location, and there is a monster "Black Flame Thoracle" wandering nearby. In order to ensure the mining order, the sect sent more than 60 disciples to guard there.

The sun is approaching and the time is about to noon.

The head of the Jiangcheng Hall, Xin Taiji, came out to greet him personally and sent the sect envoy into the living room. He looked in his forties, with wide shoulders and thick back, and a thick body, which was similar to Fan He's cultivation. However, Jing Hua and others came from the sect, so the master Xin did not dare to be negligent and seemed very polite in his words.

Tian Enming, who was rewarded, was on duty at the Ling Mine. According to Xin Taiji's introduction, he happened to receive his salary today. The monks on duty were going to return to Jiangcheng, and the first batch of disciples arrived in the afternoon.

Since that's the case, Jing Hua and others don't have to rush to the mining area, they just need to wait in the city.

It was already noon, and the sect envoy arrived at the branch hall. How could Xin Taiji not understand the truth? At that moment, he persuaded him and sent the four people into the inner hall to arrange a warm hospitality.

After three rounds of drinking, several monks talked about the anecdotes of the sect and their experience in practicing, and they were very happy. As they were talking, the door curtain was "bang" and the servant rushed into the room.

"Master! Not good! Outside"

"Um?"

Xin Taiji's face darkened.

"What a panic? Didn't you see any guests here?"

As the monk accumulated power, the servant was so scared that his face turned pale.

"Yes, there is a bad guest outside. Mr. Zhang, Mr. Hu and others can't stand it anymore."

"oh?"

Xintaiji frowned.

The "Shuiyun Tower" outside is a branch industry, and the three monks can get dividends every month. Zhang and Hu are both deacons. Although they do not serve military officials, their identities are there. Which evil guest is brave enough to dare to go to the territory of the "Huo Lei Gate"?

Thinking of this, Xintaiji stood up and left his seat.

"I'll use it slowly, I'll go and go"

After saying that, he left the inner hall and walked out with great strides.

"Shuiyun Tower" is next to the branch, and is the most luxurious shop in the city. Jiangcheng is originally remote and barren, and cannot accommodate too many business companies. "Shuoth Gate" almost monopolizes the high-end supply and is all sold in "Shuiyun Tower". If you dare to cause trouble in "Shuiyun Tower", the other party must be a monk.

Xin Taiji thought about it, and his feet kept stopping, and soon arrived at the "Shuiyun Tower". He stepped into the hall, and the counter was overturned at the sight, and goods were scattered all over the ground, and a muffled male voice came from his ears.

"The 'Eighth Master' has been dead for a lifetime. The spiritual herbs picked from the 'Daxingshan' were actually said to be worthless. I bullied me as an outsider, and I want to blackmail it for nothing?"

Xin Taiji was shocked and turned to look again. Deacon Zhang fell by the door, with blood on his chest and breathing very weakly. Deacon Hu retreated in the corner of the wall, his face turned gray, and he was obviously injured.

In front of him was a thin casual cultivator with a fluffy and messy head and a ragged animal skin outfit, which looked like a down-and-out hunter. Xin Taiji felt depressed in his heart. The other party's cultivation was obviously higher than his, so he should be a casual cultivator who built a foundation.

Deacon Hu retreated by the wall, his voice intermittently, and he seemed to be inactive.

"In less than ten years, the 'Bingcake' is here to bid for two spirit stones, you."

Xin Taiji lowered his eyes slightly and looked at him. He saw a green herb on the ground, with leaves in the shape of a wind chime, about the length of his thumb. As Deacon Hu said, the medicine was only ten years old. In terms of price, it was not even worth a spirit stone.

The casual cultivator didn't care at all. He took two steps forward and stepped on the "Belle Flower".

"Hmph! Ten pieces in ten years, one less is not enough! What? I have come and I want to rely on it and bully the 'Eighth Master' for victory?"&/tent>

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