"Xiaobai, how are the preparations going?"
Jiang Yun was holding the refined spirit beast pill in his hand, and Xiaobai couldn't wait any longer and was jumping up and down happily.
“Crack!”
Xiaobai stood on his hind legs with his front paws in a cupped position.
"Haha, good Xiaobai, go on."
Jiang Yun threw the Spirit Beast Pill, and Xiaobai suddenly jumped up and swallowed the pill. Soon, the originally happy Xiaobai lay on the ground. Seeing this, Jiang Yun quickly took out some medium-grade spirit stones and placed them around Xiaobai.
"Advance well, and then we'll go out together."
Jiang Yun looked at Xiaobai who was preparing to advance, his heart full of anticipation. He didn't know whether Xiaobai would awaken his innate magical power.
Although the monsters are divided into the first, second, and fourth levels, each monster has a different bloodline and the combat power they display is also very different.
In the world of cultivating immortals, Jiang Yun knew that the bloodlines of monsters were divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and the more powerful earth-grade and heaven-grade.
Xiaobai was a ferret of a different species, and Jiang Yun wasn't too familiar with its bloodline. But it definitely wasn't the lowest, inferior bloodline. A demon beast's bloodline determined its rank.
Generally speaking, low-grade monsters can only grow into lower-middle-level first-tier monsters. Advancing to the Foundation Establishment stage is essentially impossible. However, mid-grade monsters can not only grow into upper-level first-tier monsters, but even top-level first-tier monsters. There's even a slight chance of advancing to the second-tier Foundation Establishment stage.
As for top-grade bloodlines, they can even grow into a top-tier second-tier demon beast. However, to easily advance to a third-tier Golden Core demon beast, one would likely need an earth-grade bloodline. The extremely rare heaven-grade bloodline, on the other hand, can mature into a fourth-tier demon beast with the combat power of a Nascent Soul. Jiang Yun had also heard that only one spirit beast with this bloodline existed within the Spirit Beast Sect.
As for Xiaobai, Jiang Yun discovered that there was no obstacle in his advancement to the late stage of Qi Refining. It seemed that his bloodline was at least of mid-grade, or even high-grade.
While Jiang Yun was looking forward to Xiaobai's advancement, a group of people were rushing towards the Qingshi Lane where he lived.
Jiang Yun, whose consciousness was constantly monitoring the surrounding movements, suddenly turned cold when he saw this scene. He had not expected Zhang Ping to react so quickly.
“Damn it!”
Jiang Yun looked at Xiaobai who was advancing. The advancement of monsters and cultivators was the most important moment and could not be interrupted easily. If Xiaobai could not advance to the second-level spirit beast in the future because of this incident, Jiang Yun would never forgive himself no matter what he said.
"Brother Ping, how about this? Just do as I say and block the door. Fight him whether he fights or not. If he doesn't, then give him a good beating. I've already made arrangements with the Demon Suppression Division."
Zhang Ping walked in the middle, accompanied by his cousin Zhang Cheng. Behind him were Zhang Ping's usual group of followers, including Qin Mu, the cultivator from the Qin family.
"Yeah, that's good. Going straight to the door is much better than your usual little tricks."
Zhang Ping glanced at Zhang Cheng sideways and actually praised Zhang Cheng.
"Alas, Brother Ping has a deep prejudice against me. I am doing the most for the least."
When they arrived at the Bluestone Alley, a figure was already standing at the entrance, quietly waiting for them to arrive.
.........
Zhang Ping and his group of cultivators who had just arrived stared blankly at the figure in front of them.
"Mu Lin, accept the challenge obediently, and you will suffer less!"
When Zhang Cheng saw Jiang Yun standing in front of him, he immediately stepped forward and shouted loudly.
But Jiang Yun took out a long sword emitting a cold light from his storage bag.
"Zheng!"
The long sword slashed across the bluestone road in front, leaving a deep mark on the bluestone.
"Those who cross the line..."
Jiang Yun looked at the stunned eyes of the people opposite him, shook his head and said:
"Those who cross the line fall!"
"Haha, you must have read too many novels! You're learning this one move, and you're not even learning the whole thing. You're just learning the one that makes the person who crosses the line fall. Haha, I'm dying of laughter."
When Zhang Cheng saw this scene, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
“Haha, haha, ah!”
Zhang Cheng, who was laughing, suddenly felt a sharp pain on his face. He screamed and flew backwards in an instant, falling in front of Zhang Ping.
"Slap your face! If this weren't Ziyang City, you'd be dead!"
Jiang Yun retracted his sword, and a cold voice spread across. The hearts of the other cultivators on the opposite side suddenly turned cold.
"Good, good! You are indeed worthy of being my enemy." Seeing this, Zhang Ping did not look at Zhang Cheng who was lying on the ground wailing, but stared at Jiang Yun closely.
"Childish, don't you want to fight? Then come on!"
As soon as Jiang Yun finished speaking, he immediately drew his sword. This sword was a top-grade magical weapon that Jiang Yun had just bought. It was a golden sword with no other functions except for one word: "sharp!"
"Swoosh" the long sword instantly came in front of Zhang Ping, but Zhang Ping was not in a hurry. He stretched out his right fist and hit the flying sword tip directly.
"Ding!" With a crisp sound, everyone realized that he was wearing a thin glove on his hand.
The long sword flew back and landed right in Jiang Yun's hand. Jiang Yun stepped forward with the long sword in his hand and continued to stab towards Zhang Ping.
Neither of them used any talismans they carried with them. Jiang Yun also used his magical tool as an ordinary weapon, and the two of them fought like ordinary people.
You throw a punch, I throw a sword, the fight is very lively.
The other monks only saw the two figures constantly staggering, making a tinkling sound.
Jiang Yun's sword strikes were well-organized, always finding the key points where Zhang Ping needed to exert force. The more he fought, the smoother his attack became.
Zhang Ping, on the other hand, felt that the opponent's sword light was like a big net, slowly covering him step by step.
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