By noon, several more people came to Xuanhu Hall one after another to pay homage to Mr. Wang and the Immortal Master named Zhao.

Immediately, Immortal Master Zhao gave an order and everyone rode out of the city gate.

As soon as they left the city gate, Immortal Master Zhao took the lead, leading the way with Prince Wang.

All the martial arts masters gathered around a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar, chattering and asking questions.

"Master Wang, your surname is Wang, are you an elder of the Wang family?"

"Master Wang, didn't you say that immortals can fly? Why do we have to ride out of the city?"

"Master Wang Xian, show us your magic skills."

Su Yi found out through everyone's discussions that this immortal master named Wang was also an immortal cultivator, but he was a lowly practitioner and was said to be only at the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

This time the prince went to suppress bandits because he had stayed in the family for too long and came out to relax in the name of suppressing bandits.

Secondly, I hope to gather some casual cultivators to work for the Wang family.

This immortal master named Wang is a casual cultivator.

Rogue cultivators are the collective term in the world of immortality for monks who neither have a family to rely on nor join any sect.

Most of these monks have low-level practices and extremely poor qualifications. No sect is willing to take them in. Only small families like the Wang family are willing to take in these casual cultivators.

A few hours later, a group of people rode into the mountains. The immortal master named Wang flattered the prince and kept complimenting him.

However, all the martial artists were quite tired. They had been jolting on their horses for several hours and some were complaining endlessly.

According to the immortal master surnamed Wang, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, most immortal cultivators would not deliberately show off in mortal towns, and flying also consumes mana, so everyone rode into the mountains.

"Master Wang, I heard that you are good at using earth attribute spells. I would like to see you if you have the chance." Prince Wang looked at the Master Wang with a smile.

The immortal master surnamed Wang heard that Mr. Wang was testing him, and he deliberately showed off: "The villain's Taoism is naturally not as good as Mr. Wang's, nor as good as Master Zhao. However, the villain is still quite confident in some elementary earth-attribute spells.

"

"Oh? I heard that there are some low-level monsters in this deep mountain. I wonder if I, sir, have the opportunity to witness the scene where Master Wang Xian shows off his power to eliminate monsters?"

Prince Wang said, looking not far away.

At some point, everyone was surrounded by a group of hyenas.

In the woods ten feet away, several silver-gray hyenas slowly walked out.

One of them was huge, like a calf, with a pair of blood-red wolf eyes staring at everyone, and there was a hint of anthropomorphic greed in his eyes.

"I don't deserve the word "immortal master." The villain's surname is Wang Minghui and his given name is Zichun. The young master can just call him "little Zichun." As for these hyenas, Mr. Wang will only see what the villain does."

After Wang Hui finished speaking, he took out a long khaki sword from nowhere, jumped up, and rushed toward the hyenas.

This group of hyenas was used to running rampant in the mountains. Unexpectedly, a human dared to charge head-on. Each of them showed their sharp fangs and bit Wang Hui's neck.

"Earth binding technique!"

Wang Hui shouted loudly, and at the same time he made a magic spell with both hands. Suddenly, dozens of pairs of big hands transformed from soil grabbed the coyote firmly in mid-air and prevented him from moving.

Wang Hui raised his knife and chopped off the coyote's head one at a time.

The mortal martial artists were stunned to see these big hands transformed from clay, and they all cheered.

Wang Hui felt a little carried away when he heard the compliments from everyone. He shouted loudly and rushed towards the wolf king who was as strong as a calf.

The wolf king was quite cunning. When Wang Hui rushed to a distance of less than half a foot, he suddenly opened his mouth wide and quickly shot a wooden arrow.

"It turns out to be a third-level Coyote King who can also use wood-attribute spells. It's interesting." Prince Wang, who was originally absent-minded, was also attracted by the battle between Wang Hui and the Wolf King.

Only the Immortal Master named Zhao always had a calm face, his eyes drifting into the distance.

"What a beast!" Wang Hui shouted loudly, pressed his hands on the ground, and formed a huge earth shield, which was able to barely avoid the wooden arrow shot from the Wolf King's mouth.

The wolf king was quite cunning. He kept firing wooden arrows around Wang Hui. Taking advantage of the range, he always kept a distance of two feet from Wang Hui, hiding behind trees and firing cold arrows.

As time passed, Wang Hui was made somewhat disgraced by this wolf king.

His attack routine is very simple. He first traps the enemy with his big hand transformed from the Earth Binding Technique, and then uses the sword in his hand to kill the enemy.

But the coyote seemed to have seen through Wang Hui's casting distance, and was always two feet away from Wang Hui, making Wang Hui's earth binding technique ineffective.

Wang Hui couldn't help but feel ashamed. Just when he was about to kill the Wolf King by undermining the enemy, a soft roar suddenly came from behind him.

A figure jumped out, jumped in front of Wang Hui, and said: "Zichun, please step aside. I am feeling itchy and want to practice my skills with this Wolf King."

Wang Hui naturally did not dare to disobey, so he stepped aside.

I saw Prince Wang continuously waving the folding fan in his hand, and gradually a thick mist began to appear around him.

The mist keeps changing, some turn into beauties, and some turn into beasts like tigers and lions.

These beasts rushed towards the Wolf King one after another, but as soon as they hit the wooden arrows shot from the Wolf King's mouth, they all collapsed and seemed to have no attack power.

"Illusion?"

Wang Hui watched for a moment and finally knew what kind of spell Mr. Wang was casting.

"It's an illusion." Prince Wang seemed to be sure of victory, and did not attack the wolf king. Instead, he stood there and calmly watched the wolf king fight with the beast transformed by the mist.

Gradually, the Wolf King became a little crazy. He no longer spit out wooden arrows from his mouth, but opened his teeth and claws, using his sharp claws to kill the beast transformed by the mist.

I saw the wolf king rushing towards a tiger transformed by the mist.

Suddenly the tiger disappeared, and there was only a bang. The wolf king hit a boulder hard, smashing the boulder into pieces. At the same time, the wolf king was knocked unconscious.

"Young Master is so good at killing a third-level wolf king without any effort. You must know that this third-level wolf king is comparable to beings above the fifth level of the human race's Qi refining stage."

As soon as the battle came to an end, Wang Hui's flattery started to sound.

Prince Wang smiled slightly and said: "Although this wolf king has a cultivation level of about the fifth level in the Qi Refining Stage, he is still a beast after all, and his intelligence is not as good as that of humans. A mere illusion is enough to control it."

Wang Hui stepped forward, skinned the wolf with the sword in his hand, and presented it to the prince. At the same time, he ordered the martial arts masters to roast the wolf meat and serve it to everyone as dinner.

It was getting dark by now, so everyone set up a bonfire. Some martial artists even brought salt and spices and acted as cooks.

The prince was very generous and did not enjoy the wolf king meat to himself. Instead, he gave everyone a share of the roasted wolf king meat.

Su Yi sat in front of the campfire, chewing wolf meat in his mouth, but was amazed in his heart.

This was the first time he had seen the methods of immortal cultivators, and he was dazzled by all the wonderful spells.

His [Innate Skill] has reached the tenth level, and he is considered a top master among mortals, but he will definitely not be able to fight against immortal cultivators.

Even if he relies on spiritual tools, he has to be unexpected, otherwise a magic hand can immobilize him, let alone an illusion.

However, [Xiantian Kung Fu] is said to have incredible magical effects when practiced to level 50 or above, and the attack range of the condensed sword energy can reach thirty feet away.

With such a long attack range, it might be able to fight against low-level monks.

Wang Hui took a jar of fine wine and walked up to Young Master Wang: "Thank you very much for your help today, Young Master, so that I won't make a fool of myself. I'd like to give you a drink."

Prince Wang was very proud and said: "It's a trivial matter. I have practiced illusion to the extreme. It is difficult for monks of the same level to rival me."

"If my guess is correct, Prince Wang seems to have a water-attribute spiritual root, and illusion is the most powerful offensive spell among water-attribute spiritual root monks." Wang Hui murmured.

At this time, the silent Immortal Master Zhao spoke up: "My young master is not only a Water Spiritual Root monk, but also a rare Heavenly Spiritual Root monk with only one Water Spiritual Root. A mere illusion is nothing. Prince Wang has several great masters."

My magical powers haven’t been cast yet.”

"What! He is actually a Tianlinggen monk who is extremely rare in the world of immortality!"

Wang Hui seemed to be quite excited: "The Tianlinggen cultivator must be treated as a treasure by any sect. How can the Wang family be willing to let the Tianlinggen cultivator come out to perform family tasks?"

Prince Wang smiled casually: "I am too bored at home, so I asked Elder Zhao to take me out to relax. Elder Zhao is a genuine foundation-building monk. There are foundation-building monks who will raid the formation and deal with mere mountains.

Thieves are just a piece of cake."

When Wang Hui heard that the immortal master named Zhao turned out to be a great monk in the foundation-building stage, he hurriedly stepped forward to flatter him: "Senior Zhao turned out to be a monk in the foundation-building stage. It's really disrespectful. Senior must have practiced a technique that can hide his cultivation. No wonder the little one is

can not tell."

Immortal Master Zhao only smiled slightly and did not pay attention to Wang Hui.

He always kept a distance from the martial arts masters and seemed aloof.

Wang Hui originally wanted to curry favor with the Immortal Master Zhao, but he hit a snag. He felt a little unhappy, but he did not dare to show his anger in front of Mr. Wang and the Immortal Master Zhao.

By chance, a martial artist came up and asked: "Master Wang Hui, you said that Mr. Wang has a water spiritual root, and what kind of heavenly spiritual root is he? What kind of spiritual root does Mr. Wang have?"

Wang Huidao: "You, a first-level mortal, also want to inquire about the immortal cultivators? Just stay somewhere cool."

The martial artist was quite shameless and did not take Wang Hui's rebuke seriously at all. He still asked questions with an apologetic smile on his face.

Su Yi was also quite curious. Master Zhao Xian once said that Su Yi had water and earth spiritual roots, making him a rare monk with two spiritual roots.

What happened to the spiritual roots that day?

Wang Hui couldn't bear everyone's entreaties and deliberately showed off in front of the martial arts masters, so he told everyone about his spiritual roots.

It turns out that if a mortal wants to practice cultivation, he must have spiritual roots.

Only with spiritual roots can you practice cultivation, and people with spiritual roots are unique among the crowd.

The attributes of spiritual roots are also divided into five types: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. There are also three types of alien spiritual roots: ice, thunder, wind, and alien spiritual roots, which are mutated from the five basic five element spiritual roots.

Monks possessing any one of the Five Elements Spiritual Roots are called Heavenly Spiritual Root Monks. They are geniuses among geniuses and can cultivate to the golden elixir realm without any bottlenecks.

There are two spiritual root talents that are slightly inferior. They are called second spiritual root monks. They can easily build foundations and form pills easier than other monks.

Those with three kinds of spiritual roots are called true spiritual root monks, and they can be regarded as ordinary monks in the world of cultivating immortals.
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