"Giving a fifth-level monster to a pig is too wasteful."

A lanky young man suddenly took action to snatch the fifth-level monster.

He caught the fifth-level monster and pulled it hard. He used too much force and his hand slipped, causing him to fall upside down.

Feng Lan remained motionless, glanced at him in disgust, and walked towards the Jinhong Palace.

"Little beast."

The man was so angry that he drew his sword and waved a fan-shaped cyan light, covering the wind.

"Taoist magic power?"

In the past three years, Fenglan has not practiced any Taoist or magical powers of Zhangtian Sect, but he has paid great attention to them from Zhuo Yifan and others.

As soon as the wind surged, he stretched out his hand, and a stream of wind emitted from his palm, instantly erasing the cyan light.

Immediately afterwards, the hand gently grasped from a distance, as if grabbing the tip of the sword, and a gust of wind swept towards the opponent's sword, including the sword and the person, and the luster on the sword was wiped away.

When he took his hand back, he held the man and the sword in his hand.

Feng Lan was about to grab it hard when he suddenly felt the back of his hand go numb, his fingers naturally opened, and the man fell to the ground.

"It took three years to complete the 'Wind and Snow Sutra'." A familiar voice said slowly, "Your qualifications are indeed better than those two, very good."

"Head...men..."

Feng Lan quickly turned around, lowered his head and listened, mumbling.

"Go." Master Shengfu said calmly, "There are still two years left before you can go to Tianfeng to practice."

Sheng Fu Zhenren, with a quasi-dragon face, an immortal Taoist spirit, a slightly larger dark green Taoist robe, and a slight breeze.

He looks to be in his mid-forties, but in fact he has been in charge of the Tianzong portal for two decades.

Behind him stood two elders, both of whom were smiling.

The person on the left couldn't help but said: "I think some people will say you are cheating."

Fenglan hurriedly walked into the Jinhong Palace to exchange the spiritual crystal.

Then, go to the study hall and choose Taoism or magic.

Magic is the Five Elements Magic, which focuses on controlling the spiritual power of the Five Elements and releasing it through complicated magic spells. It is an extremely ancient and profound cultivation tradition.

Taoism and magical powers take a different approach, emphasizing on using the powerful physical body as the basis and using various magic weapons to cast spells. If the monk reaches a high level of cultivation, the monk's physical body is like a natural magic weapon, and he can release magical powers at will.

Since Taoism, Dharma and magical powers became popular and became the mainstream, the human race reversed its decline and became the master of the Taiming world.

The source of Taoism and magical power is now recognized as the joint creation of the Nine Saints of the human race.

As a rising star, Taoist magical powers integrate a large number of subtle mysteries of magic.

One of the most obvious differences between magic and Taoism is the definition and use of external media.

There is an important branch of magic, the Talisman Technique, which uses three-inch pieces of paper as the medium.

There is a very popular branch of Taoism. Monks will cultivate a natal magic weapon that can grow with the monks.

Feng Lan has already had his own opinions on this.

Fenglan's ancestors have made a living by refining talisman paper mud for generations, but no one has practiced magic for generations.

There are a large number of people called "warlocks" in the Silver Bottle Castle near Blazing City, who can use three-inch pieces of paper.

The "Nine Styles of Zhutian" practiced by the old monk from Lieyan City should belong to Taoist and magical powers.

Therefore, he deliberately chose a spell called "Wind and Thunder Curse" and then a Taoist spell called "Blood Dragon Storm", spending a total of one hundred spiritual crystals.

Fenglan's face was calm, but his heart was aching.

How high a monk can reach in cultivation depends on how thick the spiritual crystal is under his feet.

The extent to which a monk can cultivate depends on how long the spiritual crystals under his feet can be spread.

Fenglan felt more and more that this was the truth and the law.

The news of practicing Fengxue Sutra spread.

The wind and waves gradually entered the field of vision of Zhangtian Sect.

I believed that I had hope, that I would have a chance to return to Raging Flame City, and even have a chance to find a "road" back. I consciously practiced harder and harder, and my Taoism improved visibly.

What he didn't expect was that it would be particularly easy for him to practice first-level magic and Taoism.

It once caused him to hallucinate.

If the magic and Taoist techniques were not too expensive, he could practice all the first-level magic and Taoism.

Therefore, he began to seriously consider practicing high-level magic and Taoism.

Even if it is a second-level magic or Taoist method, each method requires ninety to one hundred and twenty spiritual crystals.

Too expensive.

Mountain God Jade cannot be used lightly.

Fenglan can only appear on more dangerous islands.

Monsters are powerful and ferocious.

Fenglan felt that dealing with them was much easier than dealing with people.

This gives Fenglan unimaginable tranquility without feeling lonely.

Also because he was "stranded on the island for a long time", he was unable to do anything except practice hard and work hard.

*                              *

"Various mutated monsters have appeared in the areas on the edge of Seven Star City. This news has not been spread among the sect, but it is absolutely reliable."

Zhuo Yifan said solemnly.

"You want to go to sea?"

Fenglan asked Zhuo Yifan and expressed his feelings.

The mutated monsters in Raging Flame City are still vivid in my mind.

"Why did the monsters in Seven Star City start to mutate?"

"There are absolutely no abnormal changes in the monsters on the island."

"Could it be that there is a larger portal in Seven Star City?"

"If there is, should Zhangtian Sect personally guard it?"

Feng Lan carefully deduced this unexpected news.

He has become accustomed to the reality of a physical body carrying three memories, and will always think about problems consciously and comprehensively.

Zhuo Yifan gave the elixir, briefly talked about the secrets of the elixir, and left.

For more than three years, the two have kept their original promise, one providing spiritual crystals and the other concentrating on refining elixirs.

Zhuo Yifan followed Fenglan's advice and kept a low profile.

The number of people surrounding Zhuo Yifan gradually increased, and they had already attracted the attention of the sect.

Zhuo Yifan is already like a sweet well that can irrigate the surrounding flowers, plants and trees.

Feng Lan glanced at the many pill bottles in the storage bag and smiled lightly.

For more than three years, he has not taken a single pill.

Many times, he had the idea of ​​refining elixirs, but he was deterred by the fact that the gray incense burner could infinitely swallow precious spiritual materials such as mountain jade.

He thought that the information provided by Zhuo Yifan was very important.

Once you go to sea, things will take a turn for the better.

How can I go to sea?

Thinking about it, it is only possible if the Taoist behavior is strong enough to be valued by the sect.

Qualifications, prestige, ethics, nothing else.

Feng Lan was in a daze with great depression.

How can we improve our Taoism as soon as possible?

Does the panacea really work?

Probably of no use.

Every time you kill a monster, you get a big boost.

However, this is too slow.

Monsters cannot be killed infinitely quickly.

"Take your time, it's faster."

Feng Lan comforted himself like this, so he practiced harder and harder, hoping that one day he would soar to the sky.
To be continued...