Cannon Fodder Pit Fairy Road

Chapter 121 The Second Floor of Haotian Tower

Qianlong Continent, Chengtianzong.

Tong Xiaoye carried two large buckets of water and walked lightly along the long mountain road, humming a little song casually, indescribably carefree.

It's just that the onlookers are not so comfortable.

"Look, that little cauldron is coming to fetch water again."

"Oh, is that the cauldron that Uncle Yan took? It's also very ordinary in appearance, so Uncle Yan is willing to accept such rubbish qualifications!"

"Hey, what do you know, I heard that this little slut tricked the uncle with kindness, and the uncle was afraid of demons when he advanced, so he reluctantly accepted her."

"So that's how it is. You are so vicious at a young age, and you will be a disaster when you grow up!"

Yan Qinghan is undoubtedly the proud son of heaven, and Tianlinggen has received Suzaku Huoling as his spiritual pet, and also worshiped a monk at the integration period as his teacher. Since Chengtianzong is the object of admiration for many female cultivators, everyone these days The focus of the mouth is Yan Qinghan, his limelight is the same for a while, only slightly inferior to the proud girl Shui Ningrou.

Naturally, Tong Xiaoye didn't get any good looks, and she was tired of hearing such rhetoric as repaying kindness with a furnace, so she ignored these chattering women and strode straight up the mountain.

However, this time it was not as smooth as before. After walking a few steps, she was stopped by a sweet female cultivator.

"Hey, you little girl, why are you going up Cuimo Peak?"

Cheng Tianzong has seven veins in total, occupying seven peaks respectively. Taoist Zhishan, the master of Cuimo Peak, is the apprentice of Taoist Master Jingxian. The elder asked him to live in Cuimo Peak temporarily, so that he could get acquainted with the disciples of the same age, and learn about Chengtianzong's rules by the way.

Disciples below the alchemy stage were not allowed to open caves, so they were not qualified to accept Taoist boys, and Tong Xiaoye's situation became embarrassing.

She put down the bucket calmly, and explained with a smile: "Senior Sister, I came with Brother Yan, Taoist Master Jingxian allowed me to temporarily live in Cuimo Peak."

"Brother Yan, you are really affectionate, but you are just a furnace, and you dare to be worthy of the same generation as Master Yan!"

"Uncle Lin Yin, this little girl broke the rules of the sect, you have to teach her a lesson!"

The one who spoke was a girl named Wei Feifei, she was a disciple of Cuimo Peak who was in the Concentration stage, and she followed Yan Qinghan all day long, calling her master and uncle endlessly. Seeing that Yan Qinghan ignored her, she wanted to let Tong Ono helped pass a purse or something, but after Tong Xiaoye refused, Wei Feifei kept thinking of ways to make things difficult for her.

Unexpectedly, even the uncle who was the same generation as Yan Qinghan moved out this time.

Lin Yin glanced slightly over Tong Xiaoye, and frowned.

Twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, her eyebrows are exquisite and picturesque, and her skin is as delicate as jade. She is not bad, but she is still young and has not yet opened her eyes. Compared with the beauties everywhere in Chengtianzong, she is just a young flower bone. , Brother Yan is so good at this?
Sensing the woman's complexion is not good, Tong Xiaoye smiled and said crisply: "This fairy, Mr. Yan is still waiting for water, please let me go, otherwise you will be angry if you don't wait for the water."

She can't afford to offend any of these girls, and it's wrong to call them anything. It shouldn't be a problem to call them fairies, right?
Sure enough, Lin Yin's mood eased a little, and he said sharply: "Then why don't you hurry up and roll up, what are the ink stains here?"

Tong Xiaoye hurriedly said yes, picked up the bucket and ran up the mountain as if flying.

There was a murmur behind him.

"Uncle, why did you let this little girl go? Didn't you say you were going to teach her a lesson?"

"You idiot, didn't you hear that Senior Brother Yan was waiting for water? When this little girl files a complaint, I will be wronged in front of Senior Brother Yan!"

Lin Yin's voice was shrill, and Tong Xiaoye heard it clearly, shook his head and smiled, and then forgot about it.

It's just a group of jealous women, so she doesn't have the time to be as knowledgeable as them.

After pouring the water into the water tank, and cleaning Yan Qinghan's room again, Tong Xiaoye went back to his cubicle, crossed his legs and began to practice the art of refining the gods.

Yan Qinghan went to listen to Taoist Zhishan talk about his cultivation experience, and he will not be back until evening.

"Ono, you don't need to do this."

Seeing the clean and spotless room, and a tank full of water, Yan Qinghan couldn't help persuading.

"I have to do something, otherwise they will say that I just eat and don't work!" Tong Xiaoye blinked playfully, disapprovingly.

Thinking of the gossip of his senior brothers and sisters, Yan Qinghan couldn't help frowning.

He originally wanted Tong Xiaoye to be an outer disciple, but cultivation is prevalent in the Qianlong Continent, and there are many monks who want to join the Chengtian Sect. Although the outer disciples don't force their spiritual roots, it depends on their cultivation. Tong Xiaoye is not yet at the stage of concentrating, so he has no such qualifications at all, even if he reluctantly enters the sect, he is also bullied.

But the unnamed disciples are even worse. They do rough work all day long, and they don't even have time to practice. It's better to be a leisurely Taoist boy.

It was precisely because Tong Xiaoye had figured this out that he chose to stay at Cuimo Peak.

After all, she has just arrived, and based on the principle of leaning against a big tree to enjoy the shade, it is beneficial and harmless to stay in Chengtianzong for a while, and Cuimo Peak is full of aura, so it is indeed a good place to practice.

Seeing that Yan Qinghan was really worried about himself, Tong Xiaoye persuaded: "Brother Yan, don't worry, I will soon reach the twelfth floor of the Qi refining stage, and once I enter the concentration stage, I can challenge to be an outer disciple. In time everything will be fine.”

Yan Qinghan nodded, remembering the little girl's stagnant cultivation, and said: "Xiaoye, what kind of exercises are you practicing now, or can I help you find a better one?"

Tong Xiaoye shook his head dejectedly: "I'll just practice what I have now. My aptitude is not good. Temporary changing of exercises will affect the speed. Anyway, I will advance to the next level soon. Don't worry!"

She is really depressed.

In Han Fei's storage ring, there is the Tianyan Jue, a basic skill of Chengtianzong, which is much better than those complicated low-level skills in the market, but she just can't practice it!

Nine-turn Rongyuan Kungfu is extremely overbearing, no matter what kind of exercise, as long as the aura enters her body, it will run along the route of Nine-turn Rongyuan Kungfu by itself, and she can't get over it at all.

Only the mental method of volleying steps, which is the Myriad Transformation Sacred Jue that I am practicing now, can coexist harmoniously with the Jiuzhuan Rongyuan Gong.

The lack of mental skills in the later stage of volleying steps, after entering the realm of martial arts, Tong Xiaoye began to practice the Wanhua Sage Jue obtained from the ancestors of the imperial palace. Unexpectedly, with the operation of Wanhua Sacred Jue in the body, even the footwork of volleying steps will change accordingly. Yes, the so-called complexity is simple, the original complicated footwork is gradually simplified, but the speed is much faster than before.

It seems that this Wanhua Sacred Art is really the same as the volley step. Footwork is the foundation. After entering the realm of a martial artist, the mind is the main method.

But Tong Xiaoye never felt the flaws in the exercises that Ning Yuan mentioned before.

She is now practicing two kinds of formulas at the same time. Others meditate cross-legged. When she practices, she walks around the yard in circles. Opposite lines run simultaneously, eerily yet harmoniously.

She likes to run around the yard to practice during the day, and everyone in Chengtianzong knows that she is a rubbish physical cultivator with spiritual roots, so they are not surprised by this, and they laughed a few words at first, but later they even forgot to laugh.

The volley walk was simplified to the extreme, and Tong Xiaoye was not afraid of what they would notice, and practiced very freely every day. After staying in Chengtianzong for two months, she suddenly had a strange feeling in her heart.

It's finally time to advance.

Nine-turn Rongyuan Kungfu consumes a lot of aura, and nine substantive aura beams will be generated during the dance. Tong Xiaoye was afraid that others would see it, so he had to stop the spinning steps abruptly, and returned to the room enduring his unhappiness.

I don't know if it stops halfway like this, whether it will take a long time for the next advancement.

She greeted Yan Qinghan, saying that she was going to retreat and advance. Without saying a word, Yan Qinghan set up the formation to isolate the spiritual consciousness, and took her directly into the Haotian Tower. The vast land was at her disposal. Choose, any place is safe from anyone, and can be isolated from spiritual detection, it is really a good place to advance.

"The Haotian Tower can absorb the aura of the outside world, and the aura here is slightly stronger than the outside." Yan Qinghan's voice was gentle, and he did not hide his concern for her.

At this moment, Tong Xiaoye was very grateful to Fatty Qi for giving Yan Qinghan a holy father physique.

Yan Qinghan gave her some precautions and left. Tong Xiaoye excitedly walked around on the first floor of the Haotian Tower, and finally saw a dark passage in the southernmost corner.

It seems that this should be the entrance to the second floor.

According to Yan Qinghan, the aura on the second floor is more intense, but the aura storm at the entrance is extremely violent and can tear people into pieces in an instant. The aura will subside for a few days, and only then can it enter.

Tong Xiaoye was a little moved when she heard that, her body was already stronger than that of a Golden Core cultivator, and the strong aura storm might help her save a lot of spirit stones.

After Yan Qinghan left, Tong Xiaoye remembered the appetite that had been exaggerated by the little mushroom, so he planned to try his luck on the second floor of the Haotian Tower.

The passage was deep and dark. She walked in small steps, only feeling bursts of aura rushing towards her face, and there was nothing she couldn't bear, so her steps gradually accelerated.

The long passage was bottomless, and Tong Xiaoye was about to run out at a high speed, but without any warning, a large storm of spiritual power came, and her skin instantly swelled up, almost bursting, and there were blood drops along the edges. Arms left out.

Tong Xiaoye screamed, and wanted to quickly back out, but he couldn't move anymore.

The muscles on the legs were constantly torn by the aura that broke into the body, and even the strong bones were broken into several pieces, so there was no way they could get up.

With a groan, she no longer cared about escaping, and crazily began to use the mental method of the Nine Revolutions Rongyuan Gong.

However, the Nine Transformations of Yuan Gong combined with the volley footwork can exert the best effect. When she fell to the ground, her efficiency was greatly reduced immediately, and the berserk aura couldn't stop raging in her body. I don't know if it was the bones, but even the internal organs couldn't bear it.

Her body was like a storm, and she almost bit off her tongue in pain.

(End of this chapter)