"What is a heavenly product?"
Mu Chongxi and Ye Qiao looked at each other and were both surprised.
I vaguely heard Si Miaoyan mention the third secret realm at the beginning, and it seemed to be above the best.
There are many different opinions about Ye Qiao's spiritual roots, but everyone guesses that it is either of the top grade or the best grade. If the people from Changming Sect knew that he had a top grade spiritual root, they would probably laugh with pride.
Some of the elders from the five sects only recognize spiritual roots and not people. For example, that old fellow Yun Hen, when faced with the peculiarity of Ye Qiao being able to practice the three cultivations, he kept talking about the grade of spiritual roots. His condescending attitude showed his disdain for disciples with low-quality spiritual roots.
It's annoying just to listen to.
"Isn't she a top-notch quality?" The elders and Qin Fanfan had been guessing at the beginning, but it turned out that no one guessed correctly.
"Not necessarily." The old man pointed at Ye Qiao's chest. "For a person with a natural sword bone, the characteristics should be very obvious, but your spiritual roots look very weak."
He hadn't considered this little girl at first. Her spiritual roots were too insignificant. Anyone with better talent at the scene looked better than her. If Ye Qiao couldn't see him, he would have suspected that something was wrong.
Ye Qiao touched the spiritual roots in her body. Indeed, the spiritual roots in her body had always been small.
"I have a thunder root." Ye Qiao remembered that her root seemed to be smaller at the beginning. After the two thunders fell, it grew a little bit. Thinking of this, she thought, "Does it have anything to do with the grade of the root?"
"Heavenly Grade Thunder Spiritual Root?" The old man came close to Ye Qiao, and he clicked his tongue twice in amazement. "You should also be from one of the Five Sects, right?"
"You have a natural spiritual root. Doesn't your elder sect leader know that you are special?"
Ye Qiao looked confused about her situation. She shook her head and said, "I don't know."
The key is that the test stone can’t measure it.
The old man in front of him was a cultivator who had failed to ascend to heaven a hundred or even a thousand years ago. He was more knowledgeable than the elders. He stroked his beard and asked, "Or is it that there are very few people with natural spiritual roots in the cultivation world now, so no one is thinking about natural spiritual roots?"
Otherwise it doesn’t make sense that none of the five sects would know about it.
"I don't know." Ye Qiao looked like a fool who knew nothing about anything.
She had been in the cultivation world for a full year, and the sect master had never thought about the matter of natural spiritual roots. How could she understand these things? "Then, senior, how can this kind of spiritual root be made to grow?"
"It will grow as your cultivation level improves. If it doesn't work, and you can withstand it, then a few more strikes from the heavenly thunder will also be good for the growth rate of your spiritual roots."
"Okay." Ye Qiao felt a little pain in his teeth when he thought of the sound of thunder rolling down from the sky. "I understand."
Just let her be struck by lightning a few more times if she's fine, right?
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As time goes by, the situation outside has also undergone earth-shaking changes.
Xue Yu and Zhou Xingyun were guarding the unconscious people outside. The moment they fainted, several strange auras attacked them from behind. Zhou Xingyun quickly grabbed the two unconscious brothers and sisters and dodged to the back.
The dark ghostly energy formed several skulls, mixed with a few cold laughs, lingering in the ears over and over again, very eerie.
Zhou Xingyun narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "Your smile is really ugly."
"My opinion is that he is not as good as Mingxuan and Ye Qiao." Xue Yu said.
But that being said, at the moment when the iconic ghost energy attacked, Zhou Xingyun and Xue Yu looked at each other tacitly, picked up their unconscious brothers and sisters, and retreated quickly.
Are you kidding? Ghost energy is easier to distinguish than spiritual energy and demonic energy. In the Song Mansion, no one else has this characteristic except that ghost cultivator.
The skinny woman looked at the scene coldly in the dark. She was wrapped in black clothes and was filled with a gloomy aura. She lowered her head, patted the boy's head, and said lightly, "Xiaoqi."
"field."
The ghost cultivator had originally not intended to show up, thinking of waiting until this group of annoying cultivators left before taking action. But now it just so happened that so many sword cultivators were unconscious, and with the ghost baby in hand, she had enough confidence to get rid of them.
If all of these Jindan-stage cultivators were devoured, even cultivators in the late Yuanying stage would not be a threat.
…
In the place of inheritance, after Ye Qiao asked about all the information about the Heavenly Spiritual Root, he tactfully shut up and prepared to go back to the sect to let his master and others investigate it in detail.
"Have you finished asking? I will give the sword techniques and inheritance to this kid." He pointed at Mu Chongxi. No matter how rare one's spiritual roots are, they are not as rare as natural sword bones in the eyes of sword cultivators.
"I've finished asking questions." Ye Qiao nodded. Ever since she was brought in, she could vaguely sense that this senior's target from beginning to end was her fourth senior brother.
Mu Chongxi leaned close to her ear and said mysteriously, "You have a photographic memory. When I learn it, I will demonstrate it to you. Then we can practice together in class."
We are all brothers, so what’s wrong with learning from each other?
Ye Qiao gave a thumbs up and said, "If you become rich and powerful, don't forget me."
"What are you two whispering about?"
The old man waved his hand, signaling Mu Chongxi to follow him quickly. He was here to find someone to pass on the inheritance, not to lead a group of sword cultivators to a meeting. "The rest of you can go out. There is nothing for you to do here."
He waved his hand, and when Ye Qiao gradually woke up, she was flying wildly in the air. She looked down and found that Zhou Xingyun was carrying her around like a chicken.
She looked dazed for a moment: "Big Brother."
Zhou Xingyun: "Awake."
Ye Qiao touched his face and said sincerely, "That wind was like a slap from my stepmother. It slapped me coldly on the face and it was hard for me not to wake up."
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