Changyang

"You, the sword is not as fast as mine."

The head of a wolf in the body of a woman utters human words, and a pair of wolf eyes glanced at Chang Yang's neck.

Changyang was also sizing up the other party.

She only had a gray-yellow robe and a gray wolf head, and she looked similar to a monster.

——The demon cultivator.

Thinking of those inhuman monks in the circular martial arts field, Chang Yang couldn't help but think of these two words. Then she took back the hand on the sword, nodded to the other party, and continued to arrange the bedding.

The wolf-headed female cultivator swallowed the fruit in her hand, core and skin in one gulp, and looked at her with a tilted head. Her words were jerky: "You, don't say hello?"

Changyang smoothed the corners of the quilt and turned his head to raise his eyebrows.

The wolf-headed female nun pointed at the other two female nuns in the room: "Tell them their names, but you didn't."

In fact, it was really weird to see a wolf head talking, but Changyang has always been able to control her emotions. She stood up and said with a normal expression: "Changyang."

"Me." The wolf-headed female cultivator pointed at herself, "White eyebrow."

Chang Yang subconsciously looked at the two white spots on the eyes of the wolf-headed female cultivator. The name did match her appearance.

Except for Chang Yang, the other two female cultivators in the room glanced at her when she came in, but no one came over to say hello after that.

Chang Yang was not surprised.

Of the four monks in this room, only he is still in the foundation building stage, and the Hehuan Sect is about to fall out of the top three thousand in the spiritual world.

She has no friendship value.

……

Entering the star realm for the first time, the monks on the two floors of Beidou Pavilion spent the night peacefully.

On the second day, no one came forward to arrange matters, and all the astral monks who handed out Taoist robes and jade plaques seemed to have disappeared.

It was still the same on the third day.

On the fourth day, it was still the same.

From then on, the monks in each building of the two factions began to take the initiative to contact each other, put on the robes issued by the star world, and look around.

Changyang also followed out of the wooden building, wanting to familiarize herself with the terrain of the star realm, but many places shrouded in mist seemed to have barriers, so she turned around and came back.

On the tenth day, there was still no master in the star realm. Only initiates from the four realms were wandering around. The majestic female voice I heard before was more like a dream.

These days, the only places where I can move around freely are the circular martial arts field and the fourth floor of the north and south.

After Chang Yang walked around on the fourth day, he went to Yuanwu Field every morning thereafter.

Because the spirit gathering array has been activated in the Yuanwu Field since Mao hour, and the spiritual energy is rich and available for cultivation, but it will stop at noon.

There were quite a few monks like her who went to the Yuanwu Field every day. Fortunately, the Yuanwu Field was big enough, so everything was fine.

In the remaining half of the day, the monks began to get to know each other, and several of them often chatted and laughed.

In Changyang's realm, almost no one cares about her. The two female cultivators in the house often go out and never see each other.

As for the wolf-headed female cultivator in Dongpu, she practiced in the round martial arts field in the morning, ate in the afternoon, and then slept until dawn. From the beginning to the end, she never turned into a human head.

On the 11th, Chang Yang sat cross-legged in a corner of the martial arts field and looked inside the Ling Mansion. She had been at the peak of foundation building for some time. Although the spirit gathering formation here was rich in spiritual energy, it was not enough for her to break through the barrier and could only expand the Ling Mansion. range.

If the Spirit Gathering Formation was activated throughout the day in the Yuanwu Field, she might be able to break through and form a golden elixir after staying here for two months.

Chang Yang opened his eyes.

Unfortunately, noon has arrived again.

She got up with some regret, thinking about practicing her sword moves in the afternoon.

On the day she entered the realm, the majestic female voice mentioned the assessment. Changyang did not dare to take it lightly. If her level was not rising, she might be kicked down the next assessment.

"Fellow Taoist Changyang! Fellow Taoist Changyang!"

Just as she was about to leave, the sound transmission stone on Changyang's waist suddenly lit up. She picked it up and touched it lightly, and Ping Qingyun's excited voice came from inside.

"Come to Linglin Mountain! There is a big spiritual spring here, which is especially suitable for cultivation!"

"Lingli Mountain?" Chang Yang didn't remember going to this place.

There was some noise on Ping Qingyun's side, and he raised his voice: "The clouds and mist in the southwest have dispersed a little, and a mountain is vaguely revealed. Below, there is a stone tablet erected next to the spiritual spring, with these three words."

Chang Yang only heard a popping sound, and then Ping Qingyun's satisfied sigh came from the opposite side: "The spiritual energy here is much stronger than the martial arts field."

He added: "Fellow Taoist Changyang, come and take your place!"

Chang Yang's mind moved. Although she knew it was strange that the clouds and mist were disappearing, she still couldn't refuse.

After putting down the sound transmission stone, she hurried to the southwest.

The number of monks on the road continues to increase, and it is obvious that everyone has received the news.

When Chang Yang arrived, he saw the Great Spiritual Spring emerging from the clouds and the Linglin Mountain Stone Tablet erected next to it.

This Lingquan is really big. From top to bottom, it is separated by several huge rocks, and the spring water gurgling and curved.

When she stood by the spiritual spring, there were already many monks inside who were closing their eyes to draw spirits into their bodies.

"Fellow Taoist Changyang, here!" Ping Qingyun looked out from behind a big rock and waved, "There is still room here." Changyang tapped his toes, jumped up on the rock, looked down at Ping Qingyun who was squatting on another bluestone, A thin spiritual spring was winding beneath his feet: "Didn't you fall into the water?"

Ping Qingyun snarled: "The position was too good just now, so I was kicked out."

He himself is not good at fighting, and his level is average among this group of beginners. As soon as the opponent opens his mouth, he comes out in despair.

Master said, keep the green hills and don’t worry about running out of firewood.

Changyang turned to look around. Even though she was already standing on the rock, the distance was still separated by various boulders: "Have you walked through them all? How many people can fit here?"

"We've passed." Ping Qingyun thought, "No matter how deep the spiritual spring is, it should be enough for about five thousand monks."

Five thousand...

About three thousand monks can't get the location of the spiritual spring.

"There will be no peace in the future." Chang Yang sat down and said.

Ping Qingyun agreed: "We'd better stay away."

Soon, the two of them sat up and down on the rocks and began to draw spiritual energy into their bodies from the spiritual spring that meandered through them.

Changyang made a move with both hands, and when he first introduced the spiritual energy in the spring, he noticed the difference between this place and the spirit gathering array in the Yuanwu Field.

The Spirit Gathering Array gathers the surrounding spiritual energy into a ball, forming a thick mist that slowly penetrates into the limbs, and then is transmitted to the spirit palace through the tendons. It takes a long time, and the spiritual energy contained in the spirit spring is more solid than the Spirit Gathering Array.

It gave her the illusion that spiritual stones were constantly provided.

They stayed there for five days.

They didn't leave until there was no more water flowing from the spring and everyone had no spiritual energy to draw them to.

Changyang Lingfu has doubled in size again, but for some reason, there is no sign of elixir formation.

The Lingquan was closed for a whole day, and on the 17th it was restored to active water.

On this day, a fight broke out in Linglin Mountain.

Those with high cultivation level all want to occupy the deeper and richer spiritual spring. Other monks are also dissatisfied with watching others sit there for five days and want to seize the position.

As a result, the fighting intensified and never stopped from morning to night.

"There's no place left." Ping Qingyun scratched his face and sighed, "I've been squatting all day and all night, and there are people fighting everywhere. Forget it, I'll look around again."

Chang Yang also split up to look for the open space in Lingquan. After a long time, he finally found a small stream under a huge rock on the edge of Lingquan.

She was about to pick up the sound transmission stone and call Ping Qingyun over, when a male cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Elixir suddenly appeared.

"Leave alone, I won't take action."

The other person's eyes didn't even linger on her.

Chang Yang slowly put down the sound transmission stone, raised his eyes and looked at the male cultivator opposite: "Me?"

The male cultivator clicked his tongue impatiently: "Looking for death."

He waved a wave of golden elixir spiritual power and hit her.

Chang Yang dodged and stood in front of the boulder, with frosty eyebrows and a smile on his lips: "Try it."

The male cultivator was angry and drew his sword.

The two fought instantly.

The golden elixir attack was stronger than the foundation attack. At first, Chang Yang had to dodge it, but as the fights increased, she gradually felt that the opponent's combos were insubstantial.

Although it is the early stage of Jin Dan, it is not solid enough.

The male cultivator relies more on his own realm to suppress, but ignores the hand sword style.

For her, this is an opportunity!
Half an hour later, Chang Yang struck out with his sword and knocked the sword from the male cultivator's hand. The sword blade grazed the side of his face and made a gash.

The opponent's eyes widened, but before he could react, she kicked him in the chest and flew him backwards.

Changyang's arms had several wounds from sword stabbings. Before she could rest, some monks who were observing nearby came over and thought that she was tired at this time and that she was just in time to seize the throne.

He is also a monk in the early stage of Jindan.

After the previous day and night, those bottom monks who were at the peak of foundation building basically all returned to the round martial arts field.

Nowadays, Linglin Mountain is full of competition among Jindan monks.

Logically speaking, Chang Yang should have given up, but she chose to stay, even picking up the early stage Golden Core cultivators.

After three rounds of fighting, Chang Yang had wounds of various sizes on her body, but she didn't care. She just wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, and used two fingers of her other hand to make movements, which roughly attracted the spiritual energy from the fine spring to replenish her body. .

Someone else came.

However, a shiver of excitement rose up from Changyang's spine, and she was challenged again and again, and finally there was a slight change in her spiritual palace.

At this moment, Soul Guarding Spring is no longer her target.

Changyang's eyes suddenly ignited with fighting spirit. She wanted to challenge these monks in the spiritual spring!
The author has something to say:
In the previous chapter, the floor where Chang Yang lived was modified. On the first floor, the floors from top to bottom represent the approximate level of cultivation, but Chang Yang was inserted into the dormitory of the early Jindan stage.

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