Ning Zhenzhen perked up and said in his mind: "Inside the stone wall?"

"The orb inside the stone wall is not an ordinary orb." Fakong smiled and said, "Congratulations, junior sister, for discovering a rare treasure."

"What's the magic use?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.

Fakong said: "It should be a legendary cloud bead that gathers the energy of clouds and mist."

"The air of clouds and mist, spiritual energy?"

"It's spiritual energy."

"But why once an hour?"

"It's caused by lack of power to activate it." Fakong said: "It needs to be activated to gather the energy of clouds and mist, and gather the spiritual energy."

Ning Zhenzhen said softly: "Senior brother..."

"Since you have encountered it, you are naturally destined to it." Fakong said: "With this bead, you can reach a higher level."

He knew what Ning Zhen really meant.

I want to give this to myself.

But this bead is really precious to Ning Zhenzhen, but it is useless to herself, and its effect is not as good as that of her own Xiaoxitian Paradise.

Compared to the cloud beads, that ball is more powerful.

The cloud beads gather the spiritual energy of this side of the world, while the round ball absorbs the power of the void.

"Okay." Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly and suddenly clapped his hand.

This palm dances like a butterfly, light and elegant, without any sense of power or speed, only lightness.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

The white jade palm lightly fell to the stone wall. The stone wall seemed to shake and made a muffled sound, as if someone was hitting the stone wall.

Su Xingchen was stunned when he saw it.

"Bang!" Ning Zhenzhen gently slapped the stone wall with another palm, imprinting on the original palm print, and the stone wall trembled again.

Su Xingchen said hurriedly: "Sect Master..."

Ning Zhenzhen slapped another palm and printed it on the original palm print.

"Squeak..."

Centered on the palm print, dozens of cracks spread out like a spider web.

Ning Zhenzhen flicked his sleeves.

"boom!"

"Crash..."

Luo Xiu's stroke was as strong as a flood, causing the cracked stones to collapse.

"Huh?" Su Xingchen looked at the collapsed stone wall in surprise and found a small hole behind it.

The hole was only the size of a fist and one meter deep.

Inside the cave is a jade box. The green jade box is vaguely filled with mist, making it look particularly strange.

Ning Zhenzhen reached out and took out the jade box.

Suddenly, a strong spiritual energy hit his face. Su Xingchen perked up and blurted out: "This is it!"

Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly and opened the jade box. Inside was a white bead the size of a dragon's eye.

Its shape is round and flawless, as clear as crystal, with a faint mist flowing in it, like clouds floating in the sky.

"This is...?" Su Xingchen said in surprise.

Ning Zhenzhen handed it to Su Xingchen: "Yunzhu, which gathers cloud energy and spiritual energy, can be said to be a treasure."

"Is there such a treasure?" Su Xingchen took it and carefully felt the rich spiritual energy contained in it, and couldn't put it down to play with it.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Sister, this is what you discovered, and it belongs to you."

"This can't be done." Su Xingchen shook his head and played with it: "This is what you discovered, sect leader, and it belongs to you."

Ning Zhenzhen laughed and shook his head.

Su Xingchen said: "Master, if you take it with you, everyone will benefit."

If Ning Zhenzhen carries it, the surroundings will be filled with spiritual energy, which will be of great benefit to the disciples' cultivation.

This is much better than taking it all to yourself.

If you are strong, you are not strong. If the entire Jade Butterfly Sect disciples are strong, then you are truly strong. No one in the world of martial arts dares to bully the Jade Butterfly Sect anymore.

Ning Zhenzhen looked at Su Xingchen.

Su Xingchen looked at her calmly: "Sect Master, I'm not lying, you should take it with you!"

"...Okay." Ning Zhenzhen saw her sincerity and sighed secretly.

The senior brother said that he couldn't show his sincerity because he was afraid that he would be hurt. But seeing these lovely people, how could he not show his sincerity?

Su Xingchen looked at the stone wall, handed the cloud beads to Ning Zhenzhen, then flew his palms and slapped them continuously.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Continuously taking pictures around the stone wall, one after another palm prints are imprinted on the stone wall, some are deep and some are shallow, one foot deep and half a foot shallow.

She slapped more than a hundred palms in one breath, her cheeks turned red, she had exhausted all her strength.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said: "Sister, I use gentle force, and I apply force in one place, which is different."

"It's the same thing if it's different." Su Xingchen hummed, "The difference is indeed too big."

Ning Zhenzhen's palm print was only an inch deep. It seemed that his cultivation level was low, but the real damage was already one foot deep.

And my palm print is only one or two feet, and the damage is only one or two feet. The difference between the two is so big that it cannot be measured in miles.

Su Xingchen said: "Sect Master, I still have to practice with you."

"It couldn't be better." Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said, "I can also save some thoughts."

Su Xingchen felt dizzy when he heard this and said hurriedly: "I promised that I won't care about those trivial matters."

Ning Zhenzhen looked at her funny.

Su Xingchen said: "You also know that I have never been able to do that."

"Then we had to compete with Second Senior Sister and the others for the sect leader."

"That's because they are too soft-tempered." Su Xingchen hummed, "When they become the sect masters, we, the Jade Butterfly Sect, cannot hold our heads high."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "If you are not strong enough, you will easily get into trouble if you are too strong. What Second Senior Sister and Third Senior Sister did is right."

"It would be better to die than live a useless life." Su Xingchen hummed.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and shook his head: "Life is still important, so let's go and go back as soon as possible, so that everyone can benefit more."

"Let's go." Su Xingchen turned around and looked around.

She wanted to see why those guys hadn't come yet.

With such an astonishing cultivation level, the sect master couldn't deal with those people from Divine Sword Peak without holding them in his hands? A good meal would relieve his anger.

Unfortunately, they moved too slowly and couldn't catch up.

A quarter of an hour after the two left, a group of masters from Divine Sword Peak fired at them at high speed, instantly surrounding the entire valley.

Twenty-four Divine Sword Peak masters, as if facing a formidable enemy, slowly surrounded them on the treetops, and finally arrived at the valley.

Finally came to the stone wall.

The four middle-aged swordsmen looked solemnly and stared at the stone wall, their eyes wandering between the palm prints and cracks.

"Uncle Master..." the heroic young man said dejectedly: "They probably knew we were coming and escaped in advance."

"Escaped?" A stern middle-aged man sneered, his eyes turned from the stone wall to him: "Come and take a look at this."

The Yingwu young man actually looked at them for a while and felt that these palm prints were nothing. Although they showed profound cultivation, there were many of them, and the masters, uncles, and uncles might not be able to do this.

Seeing his disdain, the cold middle-aged man sneered: "You think they are nothing more than that, right?"

"...Yes." The heroic young man nodded.

The cold middle-aged man turned to look at the disciples behind him and waved: "Ding Hua, come here and take a look."

Ding Hua stepped forward solemnly and stared at the stone wall, not missing any part.

"What can you see?"

"Are they practicing palm power?" Ding Hua said softly: "The cultivation level is indeed profound, but..."

"But what?"

"This side..." Ding Hua looked at some cracks.

The cracks that Ning Zhenzhen photographed did not completely collapse, but a part remained. Next to it was Su Xingchen's palm print.
To be continued...