Wu Xian roughly told his parents about his experiences over the past period of time.

Apart from concealing the equipment editor-related matters, we basically say everything else that can be said.

After that, he did not stop for a long time. After dinner, he got on the carriage and returned to Feiyun Peak.

"Old Wu, the child seems to be hiding something?" Bai Yunshan said with a smile, "This child thinks he pretends to be quite similar, and others can't see it normally, but I'm a damn. If I can't see this, I'm not worthy of being a mother."

Wu Chenggong shook his head and smiled.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Xiaoxian has embarked on the path of cultivation. It is normal for some privacy to be concerned."

His expression suddenly became serious:

"But we can't tell the truth to the outside world, it's a harm to our son."

"Well, when I go back, I'll talk to Xiaoxiang."

"Yeah." Wu Chenggong nodded, "We should indeed practice. Since our son is so promising, we cannot drag him down, and even become a bargaining chip for his future enemies to threaten him."

"Will this happen?"

"We have experienced this Cao Dan's world and the revealing of Cao Dan."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

...

On Feiyun Peak.

After Wu Xian returned to the hut, he took out seven bottles of Shiyuan and Yuling Bottles, and activated all the time patterns, and then placed them under his bed.

Then he took out a kilogram of spiritual rice and prepared to go to the kitchen to steam a pot of spiritual rice to eat.

But he had just taken a few steps and suddenly stopped.

He thought for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth, took out a kilo of spiritual rice from the storage ring, and then walked to the kitchen.

His idea is very simple.

Although the crisis of eating the spirit rat has not yet appeared in front of him, if such a thing is not lucky, it may happen in the next second. In order to avoid accidents, he must improve his strength as much as possible.

It’s so comfortable to eat three kilograms of spiritual rice a day!

He wants to eat six kilograms a day!

This only takes about a month, and he should be able to be promoted to the third level of Qi training.

Two quarters of an hour later, he returned to the house with a large pot of hot spiritual rice, and then began to eat in big mouthfuls.

It smells so good!

...

Thirty-five days later, that is, April 16.

Feiyun Peak, in the hut.

Wu Xian was sitting cross-legged on his bed.

At this moment, Wu Xian's expression suddenly moved slightly, and his breathing gradually became longer.

If a monk who could feel the spiritual energy here, he would find that Wu Xian's body at this time was like a spiritual energy vortex, sucking the surrounding spiritual energy into his body at an astonishing speed, and finally gathered into his dantian.

After a while, the spiritual energy gathered around his body gradually returned to peace.

Wu Xian slowly opened his eyes.

"Three levels of Qi training!"

"This month's spiritual rice is not considered useless - vomit!"

Wu Xian suddenly lay on the edge of the bed and vomited violently at the spittoon below.

It took a long time to finish the vomiting, and then his expression changed slightly, he quickly ran out of the room, and then breathed in the fresh air outside.

It wouldn't work if he didn't run out. Now his hut was spitting so much that the house was full of the smell of spiritual rice. If it were the ones he liked to smell, but now he has eaten more than 160 kilograms of spiritual rice, he has been completely numb and even a little disgusted with the smell.

Wu Xian looked at the spiritual rice tree not far away and found that the spiritual rice tree had not yet produced spiritual rice, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he suddenly remembered something, and quickly took out a mirror from the storage ring and looked at him. He found that not only his face shape had not changed, but his body shape had not even changed.

"I'm not fat?!"

Wu Xian was extremely surprised.

You know, he ate more than 160 kilograms of spiritual rice. Ordinary people are so full that they can't stand it. Even if they put it on any monk, they will be so fat, right? But he hasn't changed at all?!

What's going on?!

Wu Xian thought for a while, then suddenly hesitated and said, "The Method of Spitting Durable and Accepting Clearness?"

"When I was running its mana route, I seemed to feel that my body was much lighter, as if the impurities were removed."

"Didn't the useless part of the spiritual rice I ate be eliminated by this technique, leaving only pure spiritual energy?"

The more Wu Xian thought about it, the more he felt that his ideas were right.

After all, I don’t have the magical physique that I will never get fat no matter how much I eat.

"This technique is amazing. If it is placed on earth, it will not become a weight loss Bible immediately?!" Wu Xian was amazed and felt more and more that he was the right choice to join the Xuanqiong Sect.

"But where did I discharge the things...uh!"

He suddenly remembered something, and his voice suddenly stopped.

After a few seconds of silence, he walked to the toilet next to the cottage.

After a while, he walked out of it with a stiff expression.

After thinking for a while, he couldn't bear to use the storage ring, so he walked down the mountain to find Captain Zhao:

"Captain Zhao, please bring some people up and help me clean the toilet."

"No problem, is the adult's toilet dirty? I'll take two brothers to help clean it up."

"The two brothers may be a little insufficient."

Zhao Dashan’s strange way.

“How much does an adult need?”

"Two donkey carts."

"?"

Zhao Dashan slowly raised a question mark.

After a while.

Zhao Dashan looked at the two full donkey carts walking past in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, he looked at Wu Xian again, as if he was looking at a peerless god.

Wu Xian didn't say anything, smiled at him faintly, and he turned around and left. The breeze blew his hair, leaving Zhao Dalong with a bohemian back.

He returned to the house and thought about life silently.

...

the next day.

Wu Xian still walked out of Feiyun Peak in a carriage.

This time he did not go to Tiangong Pavilion first, but came to Lingnong Mountain, and then went straight to the weapon refining workshop.

"Senior Brother Sun!"

As soon as Wu Xian came in, he saw Sun Desheng reading a book and greeted with a smile.

"Junior Brother Wu." After Sun Desheng saw that the visitor was Wu Xian, he was surprised, "Long time no see, where are you busy lately?"

"Hey, where can I still be busy? I just practiced on my Feiyun Peak. Because I have been focusing on this, I can't see you, Senior Brother."

"Haha, it's okay, I don't look good anyway."

Sun Deshengdao, but the raised corners of his mouth proved his happy mood.

The two chatted briefly for a while, and then Wu Xian finally explained the main topic of his trip.

"Senior Brother Sun, do you have a protective magic weapon here? It is best to protect the practitioner from casting spells normally."

"Oh, you said the shield-type magic weapon."

"Supervisor-type magic weapon?" Wu Xian thought for a while, focused his head, and looked at Sun Desheng with anticipation, "Yes, it's this, senior brother, do you have it here?"

“Of course there is.”

Sun Desheng nodded: "Overy single-murder monks or monks who are arrogant and unwilling to form companions with others need a defensive magic weapon that can protect themselves from casting spells. This thing has a big market."

"Like those monks with teams are unwilling to spend their spirit stones on such magic weapons because they have teammates' protection. All their spirit stones are transformed into their other combat power."

"How many spirit stones do a first-level lower-level shield magic weapon require? What abilities do you have?"

Wu Xian asked.

"First-level low-level?!" Sun Desheng looked at him deeply, then smiled, "It seems that my junior brother has made a fortune recently."

"I have become an apprentice of an intern weapon refiner." Wu Xian said.

"What?" Sun Desheng was slightly stunned.

Wu Xian repeated it again.

Sun Desheng looked at Wu Xian for several seconds, then burst into laughter.

"It seems that my vision is OK! I just didn't expect it to come true so soon." He sighed a little, "How long has it been gone, and you can create a magic weapon that is not as good as the most powerful one. Tsk, incredible!"

Wu Xian felt a little embarrassed.

Sun Desheng smiled when he saw this.
To be continued...