In the early morning, the first sun rises eastward, and all things begin.

The morning mist in the forest gradually faded away, and the early birds chirped on the branches and flew happily, awakening the vitality of the forest for the whole day.

On the edge of the cliff where clouds and mist were rolling, Chang Xi sat cross-legged and the vigorous qi and blood between his chest and lungs kept surging. As a whale sucked the long rainbow between his nose, Chang Xi's chest suddenly raised high and roared, and a mysterious aura sank into the dantian. After a ray of Hongmeng aura that had been wandering through the dantian for a circle at the beginning of tomorrow, a long breath was slowly exhaled. The long breath was like white, and under the illumination of the morning light, there was a hint of dark gold that could not be noticed. There were still waves of roars that could be heard by listening carefully. It was very magical.

Chang Xi, who was washed away by a wisp of Hongmeng Qi, felt that his whole body was indescribable. The spiritual power in the cyclone of the dantian did not increase, but it really felt condensed. I just didn't know what Qing Feng said yesterday about the so-called spiritual sea in the lower dantian? Could it be that after this spiritual power cyclone was cast into a Taoist platform and became the foundation-building realm, it would turn into a sea of ​​spiritual power? Still, Chang Xi scratched his head and couldn't think of it, so he just let it go. Cultivation is to take every step steadily, and thinking about these things is really a bit too ambitious.

He shook his head helplessly. Chang Xi stood up and stretched his waist and pulled out Yuehong to practice the basic sword technique. Star sting, cloud slash, horizontal frame, moon slash, bamboo collapse, Junqiao and other sword moves were pinched in Chang Xi's hands. The sword force was endless and there was no trace of awkwardness. The sword moves under the blessing of spiritual power were dancing, and it could even cut out several powerful sword energy that made the swordsmen in the world crazy, which was magical.

Even if he didn't participate in the morning exercise, Chang Xi never slacked off at all. A set of basic sword techniques including nine changes in Chang Xi's hands had changed for ten times. Each style was about to be the best, and he was already sweating profusely. Chang Xi vomited a deep breath from his chest, feeling the increasingly round and free sword moves and couldn't help but smile gently. It was almost time to be agreed upon, so he went back to the house to wash and change into a clean blue Taoist robe, tied up some of the excessively long black hair with tough beast tendons behind his head. When he touched the long black hair on his temples, he was reluctant to cut it off just like this, so he tied his hair and put it behind his ears. Looking at himself in the bronze mirror, he suddenly became much more refreshed. Chang Xi nodded with satisfaction and walked out the door.

Although Zhang Yuan's injury has stabilized, he recovered quickly only by bleeding, but it is still necessary to stay in bed for a while. So yesterday, Chang Xi made an appointment with Xin Tong and Wen Yu to go to the Zangdao Temple in Zangdao Peak to exchange the materials that can be exchanged for contribution points to see if there are any suitable exercises to exchange. Before we reached the agreed place, we saw Xin Tong and Wen Yu waved at him from afar. Chang Xi raised his mouth and accelerated his pace.

Because it was the morning exercise of the outer disciples of Jiufeng, they almost encountered a few people on the way to Zangdao Peak. However, several inner disciples who were flying with swords and performing patrol missions were inevitably curious when they saw the three of them. They couldn't help but take a few more glances. If the outer disciples who could walk around casually during the morning exercise of Jiufeng Peak, if they were not fools, they would definitely have some support, and they might be the high-level football under the peak. They simply did not go forward to interrogate and let go directly.

Zangdao Peak is adjacent to the west of Tianxiu Peak, which is not very far away. But the so-called shortness is also based on the premise that you can control objects to fly. Chang Xi and the other two deliberately accelerated their steps, and they quickly rushed out and almost polished flowers. It took half an hour to reach the hillside of Zangdao Peak. The three of them were so tired that they looked at the sword figures that were passing through the sky from time to time, and they felt so uncomfortable that they felt like they were scratching their cats in their hearts.

Even though Chang Xi had seen Qingyun Mountain's style and style as early as when he entered the school, he couldn't help but sigh: "What a magnificent Zangdao Peak."

The vast mountains are surrounded by clouds and mist, and countless sharp blade-like peaks clearly cut the vast area. Under the warm sunshine, countless magnificent and ancient halls are hidden in the towering dense forest with mottled light and shadows. The upward gold eaves flash with golden light, which is very beautiful. In the center of the peaks, there is a magnificent five-layer lacquered wooden hall with a majestic atmosphere. There are a few green starlight floating around the hall, as if an invisible formation is covering it. From time to time, several sword figures quietly descend before they reach the front of the hall and walk into it.

"That's the Tibetan Taoist Hall. Xin Tong, Zhang Yuan and I have been here once before. Let's not stand like this and don't leave. It will take at least half an hour to walk from here to the Tibetan Taoist Hall." Wen Yu also saw Chang Xi's expression and said with a smile.

Wen Yu obviously has made hard work on the Tibetan Taoist Hall. Along the way, he can be said to be a treasure of the Tibetan Taoist Hall. For example, the twelve Circumnavigation array set up around the Tibetan Taoist Hall has the magical effect of forbidden air, and even the great cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm cannot fly in the formation; for example, the disciples of the Tibetan Taoist Peak can enjoy a special treatment of 20% off whether they exchange objects for contribution points, redeem skills or rare things in their Tibetan Taoist Hall.

With endless topics to talk about, the journey in half an hour naturally seemed not so far. When Chang Xi walked to the Tibetan Palace, he found that there were far more disciples gathered here than they saw on the mountainside. The things that were stepping on under the rising and falling figures were different. There were three-foot green edges flashing with cold light, luxurious treasure fans filled with glorious silks, and gorgeous silks that fluttered in the air with the wind. Chang Xi was so envious of various weapons and things under his feet. After touching the cold and delicate hilt behind his back, he couldn't help but wonder when Yuehong could also carry herself to be the Happy Sword Immortal who traveled through the nine heavens.

Chang Xi followed Wen Yu and Xin Tong to hand over the nameplate of Tianxiufeng disciples who represented his identity to the sergeant disciples guarding in front of the Tibetan Taoist Hall. As a powerful spiritual power swept across the nameplate, the sergeant disciple who had undoubtedly demonstrated his cultivation in the Foundation Building Realm handed over the nameplate to Chang Xi, turned his head and signaled that he could go up.

Following the ancient long steps that look like jade but not stone, Chang Xi was finally able to step into the Tibetan Taoist Hall. When Chang Xi walked past the threshold and passed through a ripples that seemed to be there and not existed, and saw everything in the hall clearly, he was shocked.

This Tibetan Taoist Hall, which looks like it covers an area of ​​only 100 acres, actually has a unique world!

It can be called the vast and boundless hall, and incense is lingering incense. Countless wooden cabinets are lined up one after another, and there is no end to see at a glance. If you look at the wooden cabinets carefully, you will find that each piece is made of a piece of precious century-old sandalwood. In fact, there are some cabinets with dense rings that have turned from purple to black, which are extremely rare thousand-year-old sandalwood! The value of this cabinet alone is immeasurable. What kind of existence should the treasured scrolls placed in it be?

"It is worthy of being the Hall of Tibetan Buddhism, and it fully demonstrates the true meaning of the word "Tian"." Chang Xi, who was shocked by the scene in front of him for a long time, couldn't help but laugh.

After walking along the path in the hall for about one stick of incense, you can see that there are a wide trading and exchange area on both sides of the Tibetan Pagoda Hall, and many disciples linger in it.

Wen Yu came to a place in the transaction exchange area with a familiarity. The owner of the shop was a straightforward man with a beard, but judging from the fact that he was not hiding the fluctuations of spiritual power that were several times thicker than Qing Feng, he was like a Jindan realm cultivator. He could call him Uncle Master by his seniority.

"You little kid, what are you doing today? This is the first business I opened today. If it was just a small deal with dozens of contribution points like last time, it wouldn't be beautiful~" Seeing Chang Xi pulling the two people beside him, not in a hurry to trade, but bowing to perform a disciple's gift, the big man couldn't help but look at the old man's eyes, and he no longer put on his usual aura of elders. He slightly put away the power of the spiritual power and said to Wen Yu, who had met before, with a little teasing.

When Wen Yu heard the bearded man say this, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Uncle Master, you are laughing. How can we just Qi Refining disciples get such valuable things? But this time there are still some good things, so I have to ask Uncle Master to take a look." After saying that, he picked up the storage bag, and after a white light flashed, pouring out all the things inside, and immediately filled the entire counter.

"Yo? So many purple monkey flowers? Look at the age of the year, there are no broken stems or leaves. You won't be bad, but the market price is ten points per plant. There are twenty-seven trees here, which is 27 points of contribution."

Just as the bearded man was about to clear his head, he found that the petal color of one of the purple monkey flowers had changed from lilac to dark purple. His voice was raised several times and said, "A hundred-year-old purple monkey flower? You little kid, you don't know where you picked such a good treasure. This is definitely protected by powerful monsters in the deep mountains and forests. After all, this is the main material for refining foundation-building pills, which is very expensive! Look, you don't lack arms or legs. Are you that strong? It's so weird. This hundred-year-old purple monkey flower is your five hundred contribution points." I never thought that this bearded man of uncle's generation is also a chatterbox. He couldn't stop his mouth and guessed the origin of the hundred-year-old purple monkey flower in just a few words.

Looking at the 770 contribution points that were added after a ray of light from the disciple's nameplate, Wen Yu suddenly felt at a loss, so he asked the bearded man about the Heavenly Level of Qi Refining Realm. But who knew that Wen Yu had just asked, the bearded man waved his hand and interrupted Wen Yu's words, glanced at him and waved his hand and said, "You are the idea of ​​trying to make the Heavenly Level of Qi Refining Realm? Even the Heavenly Level of Qi Refining Realm cannot be borrowed by just a few hundred contribution points. If you can take out four or five hundred-year-old purple monkey flowers, there is still a chance, more than seven hundred points? There is no chance!"

Wen Yu and Xin Tong were also a little depressed when they heard the bearded man say so firmly. The bearded man's uncle in the Jindan realm was there, so he would not have arranged a few of them in the Qi Refining Realm's junior disciples. For a moment, both of them fell silent and felt confused about the trial of Kuixing Pavilion less than a month later.

At this moment, Chang Xi, who had never spoken, walked straight to the bearded man, picked up the storage bag and shook it, and a heavy thing fell on the thick palm.
Chapter completed!