Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan said: “Can you stop Qiu Haitang's charm? ”

“Well... naturally it can't be stopped. Okay, I'll listen to you. You're the boss, okay? ”

“Since then, we've all been brothers.” Li Qingshan said, remembering what Chutian had said to himself, he couldn't help but laugh, refining the little depression of the Book of Swords of the Grass, and sweeping away.

“Not big or small.” Liu Chuanfeng glared at his beard and laughed himself.

In Li Qingshan's eyes, Liu Chuanfeng is full of flaws, but also has the advantage that there is no shelf, maybe he is accustomed to being beaten, then there is no ordinary gas refiner's self-righteous status, cheerful and abusive.

Li Qingshan said: "How many spirit stones do novelists get each month now? ”

Liu Chuanfeng squatted outside the battlefield: “Now, I have more than twenty each month. By the way, you are the chief disciple, and you will receive ten each month in the future, plus the share of the management disciple, you will receive about forty. ”

“That's pathetic.” Li Qingshan shook his head, but think about it. If he did nothing all day, he could have more than twenty spiritual stones on his white collar. No wonder Hundred Sutras wanted to sweep him out of the house.

Liu Chuanfeng argued: “The owners of the gas refining environment have so much income, mainly too few disciples! ”

Li Qingshan said: “What exactly should I do? ”

Liu Chuan Fengdao: “This can be complicated, mainly depending on the number and cultivation of disciples, converted into a numerical value, more tasks to be done, more wins in various contests, can also increase the numerical value, on the contrary, if disciples violate the rules and make mistakes, the numerical value will be reduced. ”

“In short, the better a family develops, the higher the income of the head of household, the more resources can be allocated. Alas, if you can get to the Buddhist Taoist step, I will give you an excellent psychic instrument. ”

“I remember that. Let's do everything we can!” Li Qingshan has a renewed understanding of the situation of the novelist. Although the starting point is low, it also means that the prospects are wide. Most importantly, this cake is small, but doesn't have to be eaten separately from so many windows. There is not necessarily less to eat than those disciples.

But all this presupposes that this cake can be made big, and Li Qingshan is confident.

Liu Chuanfeng exhilarated: “Rest assured, I will soon break through the foundation world. By then, the single owner's own salary will rise tenfold, and the novelist's true strength will have to be above the foundation world before it can truly show up. ”

While a novelist can turn illusions into reality, he is constrained by two factors, one is the power of faith and the other is the practitioner himself. The former is like electricity, while the latter is the equivalent of a transformer, which is stronger, with insufficient power to convert it into usable electricity.

“Write your novel!” Li Qingshan waved his hand with a smile. Since he was already a novelist's disciple, he should also help the novelist without delaying his practice.

After Liu Chuanfeng left, Li Qingshan slightly regretted to put away the Book of Grass Swords, and then took out another volume of the Book of Grass Swords.

There are three volumes of the Book of Swords in his hand, one volume of the Superior Spiritual Instrument, one volume of the Superior Spiritual Instrument, and one volume of the Medium Spiritual Instrument.

What he is holding now is the volume from the black man's superior spirit apparatus, the Grass Sword Book. He has refined a superior spirit apparatus, the Clear Creek Sword, and is confident in this.

A minute later, dozens of swords rushed into the night sky, Li Qingshan failed again, and he began to find it somewhat unacceptable, because he had succeeded once, but after a moment of reflection, he understood why.

Although he refined the Qingxi Sword, it was because the Qingxi Sword itself was a water property, and he repaired the true qi of the water. The "Turtle Town Tip" gave him extraordinary perception of the water, so that he could be refined so simply.

After putting aside this advantage, a six-layer gas refiner who wants to refine an upper spiritual apparatus is actually not that simple. It is also commonly used as a medium spiritual apparatus.

But Li Qingshan was not discouraged. The next moment, he took out the weakest book, the original name "Sword Book", from the auction of the miscellaneous family, just a medium spirit apparatus.

Li Qingshan soothed his breath, quit being proud and restless. Perhaps from the beginning, he should start with the weakest "Grasshopper Sword Book". He is in a bit of a hurry.

With the infusion of true qi, the Book of Swords of the Straw sword filled with a layer of glory. He was not happy yet. The glow suddenly began to tremble and reached the edge of collapse and flight. Although it is only a medium spirit apparatus, its intensity is far from comparable to that of an unusual Chinese spirit apparatus.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but look directly at the Book of Grass Swords. Then Guanghua stabilized again. Instead of not releasing it, it converged back a little bit.

Li Qingshan suddenly saw that the twisted strokes suddenly moved.

No, not strokes moving, but countless swords waving, and those strokes, the trajectories they leave behind, are like the footprints of travelers in the desert.

But compared to the traveler himself, the deep footprints were so brief and insignificant. Li Qingshan did not know who he was, but he generated a heartfelt admiration. When Qingniu praised the author of the Book of Swords, he had not yet understood his meaning. How can this person be recognized by Niu.

Now it's starting to become clear that this kind of swordsmanship probably shouldn't have appeared in this world.

Between the exclamations, Li Qingshan finally completed the refinement of the Book of Grass Swords, not yet relieved, the mutation was steep, dozens of swords, suddenly rolled back, along the meridian pulse, straight into the air sea of Dantian.

As soon as the sword entered, Dantian Qi Hai, instantly flickered up, coming from a tingle,

“Turtle Town Sea!” Li Qingshan had a low drink. Turtle demon Dan appeared, dozens of swords were killed and depressed, unable to move, but under such pressure, still refused to crush, condensation if substantial, swimming in the Dantian air sea.

Li Qingshan's soul was unsettled, and he felt a cold sweat behind him.

If his true dignity, not a strong monster, is now a broken muscle pulse, and if he doesn't know the secret of Turtle Town, it's hard to escape the consequences of Dan's destruction.

I didn't think there was such a vicious trap in the Book of Sketch Swords. He is so glad that he didn't refine the ultimate "Sketch Sword Book". He didn't even want to think about what would happen if more than a dozen bamboo buildings burst into his body.

As for the evil of the practice, he saw it again. He could imagine those who had received the Book of Swords, happily refining them, and then being instantly killed.

He suddenly felt like there was something more in his mind. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)