Chapter 114: Yuquan Mountain? Just Little Yellow Maple Valley Hall of Justice! From the name, we can conclude that Li Xunhuan values it very much. Internal affairs are secondary; the key is external affairs. The demonic invasion is imminent, and it is necessary to form an elite team. The reason is simple, Who will fight alone? Erlang Shen also has three thousand grass-headed gods. Among mortals, this kind of group combat is very rare. Among the six sects of the devil, the Demon Flame Sect, one of the top three, is famous for its disciples forming formations and driving strange flames. However, there are many in the heavens. Taking the sword formation as an example, the small three-talent formation is the foundation, and above it there are large formations of seven people, one hundred people, and one thousand people. Strengthen the team and fight beyond your level. It is said that after the war, Huangfeng Valley was renamed Huangfeng Sword Sect!
Originally, Li Xunhuan planned to slowly build the Hall of Justice. Now Senior Brother Wang’s choice has disrupted his plan. But it’s not impossible. Better sooner rather than later. Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and he gave Wang Jue a task. "Recruit people! Cultivation is not important, fighting ability is prioritized. Those who perform well will be rewarded with foundation-building pills." "Foundation Pill?" Wang Jue and Wu Feng exclaimed in unison. When they saw Li Xunhuan nod, they were shocked. There are a lot of Qi training cultivators in Huangfeng Valley, and the number of tens of thousands is a modest number. Among them, fully half of the cultivators have reached the conditions for taking the Foundation Establishment Pill, and there are nearly a thousand cultivators who have reached the peak of Qi training, that is, above the tenth level of Qi training. If there really is a foundation-building pill, it will definitely cause a sensation. The competition will be fierce, no less intense than the sect competition. Li Xunhuan was very clear about this and it was necessary to do so. Resources determine the upper limit. Due to limited resources, the previous Yellow Maple Valley could only maintain this scale. However, when the spiritual plant husband's method appeared, the foundation-building pills became sufficient. In other words, the resource ceiling has changed. Coincidentally, the demons invaded, and a huge arms race began. At this time, Huangfeng Valley was hiding the food, which was equivalent to storing granary for its neighbors.
In Li Xunhuan's opinion, War is not all bad. There are always protagonists who go against the current, and there are also sects that rise against the tide. Crisis is also a great opportunity! It would be even more perfect if this sect belonged to me. "Brother Wu Feng, the same goes for you. Farming, making talismans, taming beasts, as long as you have a skill, you can be brought to Yuquan Mountain and you will also be rewarded with foundation-building pills." "Follow the order." Li Xunhuan rode a crane and meandered upwards. The work at Yuquan Mountain is done. It's time for him to make plans for his own cultivation. . . . It is noon and I am hoeing the field. Sweat drips down to the soil. Under the scorching sun, a man was farming in the fields for hundreds of miles, wearing a sun hat and holding a pointed hoe in both hands. He had a head full of white hair, rough skin, a frown on his face, and a hunched back. There is a sense of dusk. After resting for a while, Xu Yang started farming again. The rice grown here is ordinary spiritual rice. Not worth spirit stones. It can only allow him to fill his stomach and survive in the sect. This kind of life has lasted for sixty years, and he is already a ninety-year-old man. He had three spiritual roots and his luck was not very good. After taking two foundation-building pills, he "successfully" reached the twelfth level of Qi training. To this day, I have reached the twelfth level of Qi training, but I still cannot go any further. There isn't much time left for him. Work as the sun rises and rest as the sun sets. When he returned to the gathering place from the spiritual field as usual, he was greeted by many jokes. He walked slowly, just like an ordinary country boy. "Oh, Old Xu is still alive." "Anyone with a dream is great, but they still need to build a foundation, so be careful with your words." Laugh out loud.
Xu Yang didn't care at all. He smiled and they left. When he returned to his room, he closed the door and activated the warning array. Then, he came to the bed, holding a lamp, and walked down. It was actually a basement. He took out a storage bag filled with pulp, which contained three thousand low-grade spirit stones. "I have collected enough spirit stones. I hope I can buy the foundation-building pill." Xu Yang murmured to himself, and a gleam of light flashed in his turbid eyes, making people dare not underestimate him. He wants to build a foundation! Just then, there was a knock on the door overhead. "Knock, knock, knock. Is Lao Xu here?" "Who?" Xu Yang took out a top-grade magic weapon with a very alert look on his face. "I." After a while, the door opened. "I'm telling you, Old Xu, you were counting your spirit stones at home, but you made Master Wu wait for so long." This person is still talking. Wu Feng, who was standing beside him, could not bear to watch any longer and coughed to stop him. "Nephew, you can leave first." The man was stunned and left with a laugh. At this time, Xu Yang bowed hurriedly. "I've met my uncle." "Um," Wu Feng looked at Xu Yang with sharp eyes. He looks old on the outside, but he is full of energy and vitality on the inside. it is good. Farming requires a lot of strength. Wu Feng had a lot to say to explain his purpose, but facing Xu Yang's weathered face, he couldn't say it. Finally, he smiled sincerely, like a ray of light, and said gently, "Xiao Xu, do you want the Foundation Establishment Pill?" . . . "Foundation Pill?"
"It's absolutely true! As long as you have a skill, you can sign up to join Yuquan Mountain. The winner of the three-year competition can get the foundation-building pill." "It can't be fake, right?" "What is the status of Grandmaster Li Xun Huan? Does the Jindan Grandmaster understand? How can he deceive a little scoundrel like you? What is there to deceive about you?" "Hey, why are you running? Wait for me, let's go together." Just as Li Xunhuan thought, Once the foundation-building pill comes out, who can compete with it! No one can resist the temptation of building a foundation and living a longer life. Hence, the Qi training disciples of Huangfeng Valley rushed to Yuquan Mountain frantically. Under the leadership of Nie Ying and Chen Qiaoqian, and with the assistance of Wang Jue and Wu Feng, the best candidates were selected. The main theme is to be lacking rather than excessive. Disciples are assigned to different caves according to their abilities. One year later, there will be competitions in farming, martial arts, etc., and the outstanding ones will receive foundation-building pills. For a time, the ten caves under Li Xunhuan's name developed at a rapid pace. At the same time, in the sect’s main hall, the foundation-building managers and the head of Zhong Lingdao gathered together. The atmosphere was not harmonious. An old man named Murong said in a deep voice, his calm tone seemed to be mixed with a hint of joy? "Master, this is against the rules, isn't it?" "If Yuquan Mountain does this, doesn't it mean it is a sect among sects? Little Yellow Maple Valley?" Upon hearing this, Zhong Lingdao stroked his beard and almost pulled out a strand. They are all thousand-year-old foxes, why play Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio? He dared to guarantee that once he expressed whether he minded or not, the foundation-building managers would immediately resign and turn to Yuquan Mountain. Foundation Building Pill, don’t those in charge of foundation building value it? Zhong Lingdao was annoyed and read out the sect's new resolution. "The sect competition is held every three years, and the number of participants is expanded to 100." Upon hearing this decision, Manager Murong Zhuji was dumbfounded. He just made a small attempt, but got a big result! He quickly came to his senses after the battle at Spirit Beast Mountain, and his face suddenly turned pale. "Brother, is there something big happening?" "In short, everyone, try to improve your strength." Zhong Lingdao said it, but it seemed like he didn’t say it. The atmosphere was silent again. That makes sense. Storm is coming!
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