Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

In the city of Ningjing County, the battle between Zhang He and the youth surnamed Sun has come to an end.

The young man surnamed Sun has been entangled with Zhang He for a long time, always avoiding the frontal fight, and finally Zhang He was caught by a chance.

The Five Elements Mountain smashed down, smashing the Yuan Ying monk surnamed Sun into flesh, and even the Yuan Ying inside could not escape.

Zhang He lost two Nascent Souls in a row, one was killed and the other was injured, and the remaining six Nascent Souls, including Fan Jian, could only look at each other.

Now no one is sure that they can win Zhang He alone.

"How about we go together?"

Someone's eyes flickered and suggested.

Now they still have six Nascent Souls left. Even if the other party adds the three elders of the Sun Moon Alliance, there are only four Nascent Souls, and they still have the advantage.

However, this is the site of the Sun and Moon Alliance. In addition to Ningjing County's own staff, the members of the Sun and Moon Alliance are also here today, and it will inevitably turn into a melee by then.

Before the other three armies of the Baji League succeeded, they really didn't want to make things bigger, so they wouldn't be able to take advantage of it.

Just when a few people secretly transmitted voices to discuss how to deal with it, Zhang He's expression changed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Through the connection between the clones, he already knew everything that happened on the battlefield.

In the battle in the industrial park, Chi Yan appeared with a small skeleton at a critical moment, saving the crisis.

In the battle, the little skeleton successfully beheaded a Yuan Ying cultivator.

In the end, the two Nascent Souls who invaded the industrial park died and fled, and the monk army of the Baji League also fled.

"Fellow Daoists, let me tell you the good news, just now, I, a monk in Ningjing County, successfully wiped out the three intruders.

A total of three Nascent Souls were beheaded, hundreds of golden pills, and countless trophies were seized! "

Zhang Hefei was in the air, and his voice came out through mana, spreading the good news throughout the city.

Immediately, the whole city was boiling, and the whole people cheered!

"Wan Sheng!"

"mighty!"

"Young Master Zhang is invincible!"

"Long live Young Master Zhang!"

"Zhang Gongzi has both wisdom and courage, and is invincible!"

"..."

The cheers from the people in Ningjing County gradually turned into brainless praise for Zhang He.

As for the foreign guests, most of them are confused and don't know what happened.

Fan Jian and the others naturally knew what they had in mind, but they couldn't figure it out. Why did they lose when they were clearly winning?

"A few fellow Daoists, do you continue to learn from each other, or just admit defeat and offer your spiritual veins?"

Zhang He looked at Fan Jian and the others coldly at this time, and at the same time, Elder Jiang and several others also came forward, and they were in a stance that they would strike if they disagreed.

Although there are still six people on the Baji League side, they have an advantage in number, but their momentum has completely weakened.

At this moment, a crimson flame flew from a distance and fell in front of everyone, only to reveal a large crimson bird with gorgeous feathers.

In order not to reveal the spatial characteristics, Chi Yan flew back from the industrial park all the way. When he landed in front of Fan Jian and the others, he took the blond man's head out of the storage bag and threw it on the ground and rolled around several times. .

"Friend Jiang Dao!"

Fan Jian picked up the blond man's head and recognized his identity at a glance.

The blond man was the strongest among them, and he was also beheaded unexpectedly.

Thinking of this, Fan Jian's face was ashes. There was Zhang He here, they couldn't beat him, and now there was someone who could kill the blond man, so there was no chance of winning.

The six quickly exchanged glances, secretly negotiated with voice transmission, and quickly reached a consensus.

"We admit defeat!"

"Okay! Since you all concede defeat, please stay in Ningjing County for a few days for a while, and it won't be too late to go back until Fan has sent the spiritual veins."

Zhang He intends to forcibly detain these people, otherwise let them go back first, and then go to the spiritual veins will give birth to many branches.

"Come here! Send six distinguished guests to rest, and entertain them. Don't neglect them."

"You... don't deceive people too much!"

Fan Jian pointed at Zhang He, full of anger.

"I just asked you fellow Taoists to stay here for a few days to exchange training experience together. There is no malicious intent."

Although Zhang He's words sounded nice, he had already summoned Xiao Skull and Chi Yan, and together with the three elders of the Sun and Moon Alliance, formed an oppressive trend.

Fan Jian really regretted it, why did he throw himself into the net?

If it were elsewhere, with the means of the Yuan Ying cultivator, few people could stop him if he couldn't beat him and escape.

But in this city of Ningjing County, there is a large defense formation, and it is really difficult to escape when there are monks of the same rank.

"That's it! That's it! The scenery here is pleasant and the spiritual energy is rich. The old man will be here for a few days."

There's no other way, let's find yourself a step down, if it really comes to life and death, it's not too late to find a way to escape.

Fan Jian and the others were kept by Zhang Hekou. In order to save face, they had to pretend that they liked the way Ningjing County wanted to stay.

Several people wrote a letter to their respective forces, explaining the whole story.

After a month, several major forces gathered two medium-sized spiritual veins and sent them to Ningjing County in person.

This time, the news of Ningjing County's defeat of the Baji League, with the deliberate help of the Shadow Pavilion, spread widely, and almost every corner of the Xiuxian world knew about it.

Even many ordinary people have heard about it.

Among the mortals, there are more good people. Based on this war, they compiled a book called "Battle of the Gods".

For ordinary mortals, when they usually see a foundation-building cultivator, they will be called Immortal Masters, and they will pay homage to them.

And in this war, there were countless Zhu Jindan who died. I heard that many of them were killed by the mortal militia.

This made many ordinary people yearn for Ningjing County, and some even supported the old and the young to immigrate to Ningjing County with their families.

For Ningjing County, which is vigorously developing its industrialization, the increase in population is also a pleasant surprise.

This time Ningjing County defeated the Baji League allied forces, and the shock to the world of immortals was even greater.

Previously, Ningjing County had monopolized the spirit tool business of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, and there were far more enviables than these eight companies, but these eight companies were the first to do it.

Everyone else is staring at it. Now the alliance formed by the eight forces has failed. If other forces want to use force to get the strange spirit tool business from Ningjing County, they have to measure themselves.

At least most of the forces have given up their minds because of this.

There are far more than Ningjing County that do monopoly business. The reason why they can exist is that they have the corresponding strength.

Ningjing County proved with facts that they are such a force with relative strength.

In a secret room, Zhang He was interrogating the blond man's Nascent Soul.

"I won't tell you this technique unless you swear to let me go."

Although the blond man had only one Nascent Soul left, his desire to survive was still very strong, and he didn't have the spirit to see death at home.

He was afraid that Zhang He would kill him after he obtained the practice, and he was reluctant to reveal the practice.

Zhang He has been with him for a month, all kinds of inhumane tortures have been used on Yuan Ying, and he has been unable to pry her mouth open.

Maybe Zhang He lost his patience, maybe it was the blond man's unyielding strength that moved him, but he still decided to let him go.

"Okay! I can promise you, but I will not let you leave until I have successfully practiced the exercises and confirmed that they are correct."

"Yes, but my Nascent Soul may not last until you succeed in your practice. During this period, you must provide me with some medicinal pills to keep the Nascent Soul alive."

Nascent Soul is composed of the mana and primordial spirit of the monk. After leaving the body, it loses the continuous nourishment of the physical body and cannot exist for too long.

Therefore, some monks will use Yuan Ying to refine medicine pills, and the demons and the like grab the Yuan Ying and swallow it directly. For them, it is also a great tonic.

In fact, Zhang He could understand the blond man's mood, and immediately swore a poisonous oath, agreeing to the other party's request.

"The exercise I practiced is not actually a cultivation technique, but a martial arts technique called "Golden Body Technique"..."

It turned out that the blond man was a fellow practitioner of Xianwu, and he found this "Golden Body Art" in a prehistoric ruin when he was young.

It has been more than 800 years since he started to practice, but he still has not practiced this practice to the limit, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Zhang He asked Yuanying to enter the exercises into a jade slip, and then sealed Yuanying with a talisman and put it into a jade box.

The practice of "Golden Body Art" requires eating a lot of food rich in spiritual energy and blood, and the flesh and blood of monsters is the best choice.

It's just that there are few monsters in the Central Plains, and the flesh and blood of monsters is expensive.

Zhang He checked the exercises in the jade slip several times, but found nothing wrong.

However, if the other party sets traps in the exercises, they will definitely not be discovered so easily.

After watching for a while, he temporarily put away the jade slip and walked out of the secret room. Now that the war has just ended, there are still many things to deal with.

"Sir, all the spoils of war harvested this time have been put into storage, please take a look."

Gu Liangqi handed a ledger to Zhang He.

Zhang He took it and glanced at it with his divine sense, and he already knew the contents in his heart.

"Have you sorted out the list of people who have made contributions and sacrificed this time?"

"It's all sorted out."

Gu Liangqi then took out another thick ledger.

Zhang He turned to the first page, which was filled with people's names, all of which were lists of people who died in this war.

The militiamen suffered the most casualties this time. More than 40,000 people were killed and tens of thousands were injured.

The Black Water Army and the Shadow Pavilion killed more than 300 people and injured more than 400 people.

"Convert the spoils of war into spirit stones, and compensate all the wounded and the dead."

"As for the reward for meritorious service, let's allocate funds from the treasury."

He didn't want to owe these people who threw their heads and blood for Ningjing County, and had to treat them favorably.

Anyway, his current spiritual tool business is in the bucket of gold, there is no shortage of spiritual stones, the space produces a large number of rare elixir, and he is not short of elixir.

In the last battle, although the three elders of the Sun Moon Alliance didn't do their best, they still stood by him firmly when he was in adversity, and he should also reciprocate.

He planned to pick several thousand-year-old elixir from the space and give them to the three elders.

"Young Master! A person claiming to be a cultivator of the Jiang family of Qi country is looking for you."

Just then, a subordinate came to report.

"Qi's Jiang family?"

Zhang He was a little puzzled. Although the Sun and Moon Alliance was within the Jiang family's sphere of influence, these top-level aristocrats had always been aloof from ordinary forces and disdained dealing with them.

He has never dealt with the Jiang family except to exchange the Ningying Pill twice.

In a welcoming living room of the City Lord's Mansion, a fat monk took a sip of the spirit tea on the table.

"puff!"

A mouthful of tea spewed out as soon as it entered the mouth.

"Is this swill-like thing for people to drink?"

The fat cultivator picked up the Lingguo on the table and took a bite.

"Pooh!"

Lingguo spat out again.

"Could it be that Ningjing County looks down on me and the Jiang Clan of the Qi Kingdom? Take all the pig food."

The fat monk was already furious, and smashed the table beside him with one palm.

"Suppress your anger! Your upper emissary calms down!"

At this time, Zhang He arrived just in time and hurried over to comfort him.

"The servant is too stupid and the hospitality is not good, please calm down!"

“Best tea and spirit fruit!”

Zhang He comforted the fat monk in a low voice, and ordered the servants to serve tea again.

As long as it comes from the Jiang family, even a dog watching the gate has this kind of virtue and can't be offended.

The servants offered the spirit tea again, this time the restorative tea grown in Zhanghe Space, and a 500-year-old spirit fruit.

This level of spiritual tea and fruit, the three elders of the Sun Moon Alliance usually visit, and they may not be able to drink it.

And the person in front of him is only a mere Jindan cultivation base.

The fat cultivator took a sip of tea this time, his brows twitched, and he secretly called for tea. With his status in the clan, he could not usually drink this level of spiritual tea.

"You can barely drink your tea, pack it for me later, and take a pound back.

And this spiritual fruit, I also packed a few kilos for me. "

The fat cultivator opened his mouth directly. Like this kind of restorative tea, it is rare for ordinary people to ask for one or two.

Zhang He was helpless and could only accept it.

The fat cultivator got the benefit, his expression was slightly better, and after eating a few spiritual fruits, he took out a piece of Jiang's token.

"I'm here this time to inform you on behalf of the Jiang family that from now on, the Jiang family will pay 50% of the income from the sale of spirit tools in Ningjing County!"

"Fifty percent?"

Zhang He was stunned all of a sudden~www.wuxiahere.com~ He fought wits and courage with the major forces, and even tens of thousands of people sacrificed to keep the spiritual tool market.

If the Fan family and other forces wanted to grab food from his mouth, they could only form the Baji League and fight with him, but in the end, the bamboo basket was nothing.

Now the Jiang family sent a Jindan over, and with a single word, he would leave 50%.

However, he was still unable to resist, Jiang Clan was in control of Ningjin Dan, and he would go to Jiang Clan in the future.

And it's useless to resist. With Jiang's strength, if you want to destroy him, it's just a matter of waving your hand.

"Envoy, can you be a little less? Spirit tools don't have 50% of the profit!"

"How much profit you can make is your business, I don't care, I'm here to inform you, not to discuss with you.

You figure it out! "

After the fat monk finished speaking, he put the packed spirit tea and spirit fruit into the storage bag, turned around and strode away.