Taoist Xuanyi had an ugly expression on his face, as if every time he said something, this girl named Xia Yiqian would come over and confront him. Could it be that she really wanted to highlight her status?
"Demon cultivators always grow larger as they cultivate. How could a fox spirit that's over three thousand years old only be this tiny?"
Xia Yiqian: "The physique of demon cultivators is much stronger than that of humans, and there are many different directions of cultivation. Some rely on their brainpower to change the world, while others rely on their beauty to subvert the entire world.
Only the lowest class of demon cultivators, who rely on physical strength to survive and have no other advantages, would put all their energy into physical training."
The implication is that those with brains will develop in other areas, and those without any special skills will focus on physical training.
Taoist Xuanyi thought this was simply a fantasy and snorted coldly, "I've never heard of such a calculation method!"
Xia Yiqian didn't look at him, but instead looked past Taoist Xuanyi and looked at Bai Lingyu behind him. She asked in a very calm tone, "Am I right?"
Bai Lingyu was sweating profusely when he saw Xia Yiqian's gaze, and he was confused and worried. Could it be that she had seen through him?
Although she was extremely nervous, she still answered obediently, "It is indeed as Miss Xia said, fairies have many directions to cultivate, and they don't necessarily have to cultivate their physique.
But now the spiritual energy is weak, and it is difficult for the fairies to make progress in other areas of cultivation. They have no choice but to cultivate their physical strength.
According to the ancient tradition, every thousand years of cultivation will add another mysterious pattern to the body.
But each ethnic group is different, and the patterns on their bodies are also different.”
He lowered his eyes to look at the big fox in the pit, "This snow fox's cultivation has indeed been over three thousand years."
At this point, Taoist Xuanyi completely shut up, flicked his sleeves, and turned away. The others were also completely disappointed.
If the fox really marks them as substitutes, then the fox can take away their bodies. Then wouldn't they become the fox's backup accounts, and they can come and take away their bodies whenever they want?
This is so annoying!
Some staff members were almost crying, looking at Xia Yiqian pleadingly, "Miss Xia, is there really no other way to remove the mark on us?
Can you think of a solution?"
Xia Yiqian tilted her head, as if she was really trying to think of a solution, but in the end she only uttered one sentence, "There is really no other way except to find the caster."
"How could this happen?" Everyone looked despairing and didn't want to accept this fact at all.
"I want to go home so badly. I don't want to die here!"
Some staff members broke down and cried loudly, and the scene was very depressing for a while.
At this moment, two staff members came running over from a distance. Seeing Tao Yang standing on the slope, they shouted anxiously, "Director, this is bad! Master Fang Yi is injured!"
Tao Yang immediately recovered from his breakdown after hearing this. He shook his head vigorously, feeling that something was wrong with his emotions.
He is usually not so easily affected by other people's emotions. What happened today?
Tao Yang didn't think too much about it and asked the staff member who came over to report the news, "What's going on? Take me to see it!"
Xia Yiqian thought about it and followed.
That old monk is an expert in temple management, and she hasn't even asked him how to build a temple so that it will be prosperous?!
Several people rushed all the way to Master Fang Yi, and the staff explained everything to them halfway.
"The guests formed teams to find a way out of Qingyun Temple, and Master Fang Yi happened to be in a group with Huang Yangyang.
No one knew what happened, but the two of them were walking around the house when suddenly a sword fell from the roof and stabbed straight at Huang Yangyang.
When Master Fang Yi saw this situation, he pushed Huang Yangyang away without hesitation.
And the sword that fell from the sky tilted slightly for some unknown reason and almost cut off Master Fang Yi's arm!
We have no way of sending him to the hospital right now. The wound on his arm is bleeding profusely, and ordinary bandaging won't solve any problem. We have to find a way to stop the bleeding!"
When everyone heard his description, their faces turned serious.
It was impossible for them to leave Qingyun Guanxiang in the short term. If the bleeding could not be stopped, someone might die!
When they arrived, Master Fang Yi was lying on a blanket, his face almost transparent from excessive blood loss. His dark red blood was everywhere, threatening to spread.
Everyone gasped when they saw this scene, except Xia Yiqian, whose gaze did not look at Master Fang Yi, but instead fell on the murder weapon not far away.
It is the Qingyun Sword, the proof of the successive masters of Qingyun Temple.
Xia Yiqian has been in Qingyun Temple for a thousand years. He has watched the 20th generation of the temple master grow up and is very clear about the level of the temple master.
What happened back then that could kill the most powerful leader of the entire temple?
Thinking of the "acquaintances" she had met here before, Xia Yiqian began to feel a little nervous.
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