Chapter 272: This Sect Leader Is the Devil, Senior Lingmi

in the valley.

Nangong Huang, Murong Xuan and many other Daoists fought sword qi clones.

All kinds of kendo skills are displayed from their hands, and there are even saints, which are extremely powerful and earth-shattering.

But Chu Kuangren's sword qi clone was too powerful, his sword qi was extremely pure, and the rhythm of the sword directly overwhelmed everyone present.

The sword qi clone raised his hand and cut out a sword, aiming at Murong Xuan, the sword qi flying, wrapped in a terrifying and boundless rhyme of the sword.

Under this power, Murong Xuan's pupils shrank, and he was completely unmatched. His entire body was blasted nearly a hundred meters away by the sword energy, and a big hole was smashed into the ground. It felt like the bones in his body were about to shatter.

He vomited out a mouthful of blood, and the severe pain made him unable to move. Looking at the seemingly invincible sword qi clone, Murong Xuan suddenly had a thought... It would be good to lie down here.

But at this time, a breeze blew across his body, wrapped in a mysterious rhyme and vitality, and quickly repaired his injury.

After a while, his injuries recovered to seventy-eighty-eighty.

Not far away, Chu Kuangren smiled at him and said, "What are you doing lying down, being lazy, this is not good, go, keep going."

The corners of Murong Xuan's mouth twitched, but then he looked at the sword qi clone with war intent in his eyes, and charged up again with the sword in hand.

"Nine Yang Divine Art, Seven Yang Slash!"

I saw that Dao rhyme circulated all over his body, and an extremely scorching Dao rhyme surged out, turning into seven huge fireballs, suspended in mid-air like seven suns, and then slashed towards the sword qi clone.

However, when the sword qi clone raised his hand, a purple sword light swept across the void, and the seven fireballs shattered one by one.

The surrounding Daozi were swept away by the storm.

"I rely on it, is this okay?"

"Murong Xuan's moves are actually used by him to deal with us. Is this level of swordsmanship really just a clone?"

"This is only one-sixtieth of the strength of the head..."

Everyone was amazed, gritted their teeth and attacked the clone again.

This battle lasted for an hour.

During this hour, each Daozi was seriously injured at least twice, and the number of minor injuries was countless.

After the battle, several people lay on the ground with exhausted spiritual energy.

"Okay, let's go here first today." Chu Kuangren glanced at the sunset, snapped his fingers, and the sword energy dissipated immediately.

He looked at Nangong Huang and the others, and said with a faint smile: "We'll still be here tomorrow morning, let's continue, it's alright, I told you to defeat my avatar within a month, today is only the first day."

"There are still more opportunities."

Looking at the smiling Chu Kuangren, Nangong Huang and the others just thought that the head in front of him was not a devil in disguise, right? !

Quickly return that friendly and gentle head to us!

"Then that's it for now, bye."

Chu Kuangren and Lan Yu left, and the people lying on the ground looked at each other, only to feel the darkness in front of them, and their hearts were full of bitterness.

"This is only the first day, and there are still three months before the competition. That is to say, we have to hold on to this special training for more than two months. God, I'm dead." Zhuo Han wailed.

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

Jun Yi gritted her teeth.

Today, Kuangren Chu's disappointed expression came to her mind, making her make up her mind, "Even if you die, you must persevere."

"You can't die even if you want to. If the Sect Master has a Spring Breeze Transformation Technique, you have to get up and continue to be abused." Nangong Huang said.

"Hey, by the way, are you going back?"

Murong Xuan said.

"I won't go back, I don't have any strength."

"Me too, I'll let someone bring us something to eat and drink later, and get a few more sets of clothes by the way." Nangong Huang said.

Everyone sat on the ground and began to recover their spiritual power, and as soon as the internal exercises started to work, they suddenly realized that something was wrong.

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

"I also have this feeling."

"It's because of the marrow washing pool."

Murong Xuan pondered, "It's because the pulp washing pool has improved our root bones, so whether we are running exercises or recovering spiritual power faster and more efficient."

"Yes, Not Bad."

Everyone nodded and looked at the Marrow Washing Pond in the distance, with amazement in their eyes. They were not fools. Naturally, they knew what this Marrow Washing Pond meant to a sect.

What are the criteria for judging the potential of a sect, talent?

And this pulp washing pool can produce talents in batches!

"This is probably the key to the prosperity of Xuan Tianzong!"

"This marrow washing pool is too important."

"The sect's head is so random to put such an important thing here, which is too casual."

"There must be some restrictions, and this kind of thing should be extremely concerned by even the saints, and it will not cause problems."

Soon.

Several disciples came with some clothes and food.

When I saw a group of Daoists lying on the ground, looking like they were being drained, I couldn't help but stunned.

What kind of special training did this head arrange for them?

so scary? !

After Chu Kuangren and Lan Yu left, they did not return to Lingtian Taoist Palace immediately, but came to a clean valley.

In this valley, there lives the Sage Qingshuang.

"Master, you are here."

When Sage Qingshuang saw that Chu Kuangren was coming, his eyes lit up.

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

"not bad."

The sage Qingshuang brought Chu Kuangren to several acres of rice fields.

This paddy field is very rich in spiritual energy.

This is a kind of spiritual rice, that is, rice that contains spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy content of Lingmi is not as good as that of some precious medicines, but its value is far superior to some precious medicines, and it is not even comparable to holy-level medicines.

Because Lingmi can be planted on a large scale and has a short maturity period, it is easier to be absorbed by monks than treasure medicine.

In today's sky, there are not many saints who possess spiritual rice, and Leiyin Temple is one of them.

This is also the reason why their vegetarian meals are known as the best in the world.

But the spiritual rice of Leiyin Temple is far less valuable than the spiritual rice that Chu Kuangren asked Qingshuang Sage to plant.

The Lingmi of Leiyin Temple is just ordinary Lingmi, while this Lingmi of Chu Kuangren is a high-grade Lingmi he won by lottery!

It's a legendary item!

"I have already harvested it once. The yield per mu is about 1,000 catties. I have 20 mu of crops here. Now the reserves of Lingmi are about 20,000 catties."

"How many times can you harvest a year?"

"With the blessing of Yimu's essence, it can be produced about four times a year, that is, 80,000 catties." said Sage Qingshuang.

"Eighty thousand catties, that's not enough."

Chu Kuangren shook his head. There are more than 100,000 disciples of Xuantian Sect, and these 80,000 catties of Lingmi are simply a drop in the bucket.

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

"The scale can be expanded, but my Yimu essence can't give birth to so many spiritual rice." Qingshuang sage said.

Yimu Jingqi is the method for the cultivation of the sage Qingshuang, which can be used to accelerate the growth rate of the elixir.

But there is only one Saint Qingshuang, and no matter how strong Yimu's spirit is, he can't produce too many spiritual rice.

"It's okay, take your time."