Two months passed quickly, Qian Yang took root in the swamp with the frequency of seven or eight battles a day, and most of his opponents were swamp creatures of similar levels to him.

He kept experimenting with various tactics in the battle, with some whimsical attempts, of course, some succeeded and some failed.

However, with the increase in the number of failures and the increasing number of scars on his body, Qian Yang is becoming more and more daring to try new tricks in the battle, or to say - to death!

He had seen all kinds of creatures in the swamp. The victory after victory gave him more confidence and he was more at ease in the battle.

A good mentality makes him dare to make more attempts in battle, and the confidence accumulated by countless victories makes him have the foundation of completely surpassing his opponents at the same level.

Easily avoiding the whiptail of the black-toothed crocodile, the green locust brick flew back from somewhere and just hit the crocodile's nose. Qian Yang casually showed up a top-down golden needle that forced the poisonous arrow frog next to him to rush forward to avoid it, and what was greeted was a dark blue spiritual fire blade.

"Martial arts have been achieved!" Qian Yang pretended to pat the mud on his body easily, and casually packed up the spoils, feeling very good.

He deliberately did this battle against two, just to test his two-month training results, but the result was still satisfying him.

The dark swamp is so vast that countless swamp creatures are scattered here that they seem sparse. Under normal circumstances, a monk can encounter at most two or three battles in the swamp every day, but Qian Yang relies on Fei Ge's hawk's hawk's eyes to find seven or eight spirit beasts to practice every day. In the battle between one and two, he deliberately pulled a poisonous arrow frog to find the black-toothed crocodile, and finally completed the double kill.

The two-month high-intensity continuous battle not only greatly improved Qian Yang's combat power, but also made his wallet swell instantly. Most of his opponents are second-level primary spirit beasts, and sometimes some first-level advanced shrimps.

The second-level primary beast core is worth twenty spirit stones, and the first-level advanced beast is worth ten spirit stones. Qian Yang can easily harvest hundreds of spirit stones every day, and in two months, it will be more than six thousand spirit stones.

Compared with the Qi Refining Stage, the expenses of monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage increased significantly, but the accumulated resources also increased sharply. Qian Yang only took two months to achieve the spiritual stones that monks in the Qi Refining Stage could not save for their entire lives.

Of course, the help of Fei Ge is indispensable here, but even if Fei Ge is not counted, ordinary foundation-building monks can gain thousands of spirit stones every month in the swamp, which is completely different from that of the Qi Refining Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Centre. This is also the biggest reason why once a monk builds his foundation, he would rather endure the discomfort than enter the dark swamp.

"There is no challenge to the spirit beasts here!" Qian Yang was a little complacent. His combat power can now firmly stand in the swamp, and there are spirit stones in his pocket to make the foundation. In this way, someone's lazy cancer is again caused.

Qian Yang suddenly lost the motivation to continue fighting, and even thought about going home just now. However, he had no idea about the mission of the sect, so he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

These days, in addition to helping him find monsters, Feige occasionally flew a little further and tried to find abnormalities in the swamp. Unfortunately, the swamp is too big. Not to mention abnormalities, Feige has not even seen a living person.

I think the rumors of "embarrassing" in the swamp have already dispersed, and nothing is important. The monks are too lazy to avoid danger and simply stop moving forward.

Qian Yang spent two months to find out a corner of the swamp. At this level, he would probably have to spend a year or two years to walk the entire swamp.

Qian Yang didn't want to waste so much. Since he didn't want to fight, he didn't need Fei Ge to help him find monsters, so he simply threw Fei Ge out to find the abnormalities, while he himself found a place by the Linghe River to fish and be lazy. Compared to Fei Ge's vision, it was not very meaningful to find it with his legs, so he gave himself a short holiday without any psychological barrier.

He gave up the formation pattern left by his aunt after a little attempt. At this level, he could barely fish normally, so why dare to get the formation pattern? It would be better to accumulate experience honestly.

In half a month, Qian Yang had a few characters and almost brought a few spirit fish up. He was so happy that he couldn't stop talking about it. But it was worth it, so it would be fine if he didn't mention it!

On this day, a black dot flew over from afar. Qian Yang glanced at him secretly and didn't take it seriously. He just thought that Fei Ge came back to find food when he was tired of playing. He planned to let this guy hungry for a while. After all, he had to lift the pole in his hand to have time to serve this master.

But this time, Fei Ge's performance was beyond his expectations.

Fei Ge slowly descended towards Qian Yang's position, but the closer he got, the more he felt something was wrong. Fei Ge's body was a little erratic, as if he had been constantly lifting his strength in the air, and he would flap his wings and sway with the wind for a while. When he approached Qian Yang's side, Fei Ge's body was completely out of control and pierced his head against Qian Yang's side.

"What's the situation?" Qian Yang's reaction was still very fast. When he saw that the situation was wrong, he quickly left the fishing rod, rushed out in one step, reached out to catch Fei Ge's stomach, and then he rolled into a ball with great affection.

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Hundreds of miles away, the Jinsha Master of Duobao Sect frowned and sat cross-legged. The progress of refining the soul was quite smooth. For a while, the consciousness of the red soul would definitely be completely dissipated, but he always felt a little restless these days. The one who stirred his mind was the female cultivator who had tried to destroy the magic array before.

Jinsha can be confirmed that the female cultivator came to the primordial spirit in the magic circle. As the primordial spirit became increasingly depressed, the female cultivator became increasingly unable to hold back and would come to make trouble almost every three or two days.

The female cultivator clearly had only the late stage of foundation building, but Jinsha had no way to deal with her. The female cultivator escaped inexplicably after several attempts. In the end, Jinsha was cruel and set up a set of traps next to the magic circle and lured the female cultivator to attack. I have to say that this was the closest success he had ever been.

In Jinsha's view, the female cultivator should have already discovered the trap, but after enduring it for a few days, she still tried to break through forcibly. Jinsha would not miss such a good opportunity. Taking advantage of the female cultivator being trapped by the trap, she greeted her with all kinds of means, leaving no chance for the female cultivator to escape at all.

But the female cultivator surprised him again. As soon as he released the attack, the trap that he thought was perfect was turned up by the female cultivator. It was not counted that the person slipped out of the attack range, but he also took the opportunity to give the magic refining array a heavy blow.

The magic refining array was damaged, but the problem was not big, but under the guidance of the aura, he captured more than a hundred cultivators and was injured more than half. Jinsha was so angry that he took advantage of the female cultivator's attack on the magic array to sacrifice his natal magic weapon - the Bone Shard.

The female cultivator was tough. After laying a few layers of defense for herself, she gave the magic refining array another fierce attack. After injuring twenty or thirty people again, she resisted the broken bone mark of Jinsha.

The natal magic weapon of the Jindan monk was not so easy to resist. The female cultivator bleeded blood on the spot. Jinsha was thinking of stepping forward to capture him alive, but she never thought that a big bird fell from the sky and slapped it on the back of his head.

Although Jinsha was surprised, he could not do anything to attack this level. He threw the big bird away with a casual blow, but when he turned around, the female cultivator disappeared, leaving only the cultivator of various colors, as well as two deep marks on the magic refining formation.

Jinsha was disappointed that he could not leave the female cultivator. He was quite interested in this female cultivator. The cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage was escaped several times in his hands to prove her extraordinaryness. Moreover, he liked the smell of this female cultivator very much, which was the fragrance that emanated from his soul.

Unfortunately, the female cultivator disdained him and left only a mess. In order to refine the soul as soon as possible, the young master of Jinsha had to take out a lot of wound medicine to heal all the injured monks.

However, he cannot repair the scars on the magic refining array for the time being, and he really cannot take out another array plate. Fortunately, it seems that the impact is not great now. As long as he is no longer hit, it should not affect the refining process.

At this time, the young master of Jinsha was also worried. The female cultivator's escape again cast a shadow on his heart. I think she would definitely make trouble when her injury heals. Can she ensure that the magic refining array will no longer be attacked by her?

When the Jinsha Young Master faced the foundation-building monk for the first time, he lost confidence in himself.

"Why are the six kids in the branch not coming back?" Jinsha suddenly began to miss some unlucky children. Those idiots were not there, and he didn't dare to leave the formation at all. He couldn't even pursue the enemy, so he could only passively wait for the female cultivator to come again.

Jinsha's expectations were still very useful. The six unlucky children did not intend to come to him for help again, because the branch had sent a new task to ask them to track down a traitor to the sect. However, the six people had bad luck recently, and their physical condition could no longer support them to continue the mission. In desperation, they had to seek refuge nearby.

There is no doubt that the master of Jinsha, the powerful Jindan stage, is a good candidate for shelter. Therefore, they were in Jinsha's expectation and rushed towards him in two directions.

Just when the unlucky group of six met the young master of help, who could help whom? This is really a difficult proposition.

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Qian Yang was angry!

Very angry!

Feige is a little Guaiguai who he raised for a lot of money. Although this guy is really not very obedient, sometimes he is quite annoying, but no matter how he says he is his own bird, and he has just earned a lot of spirit stones for him. Now he is embarrassed to kick it hard, but today he is bullied by a fool who doesn’t know where he comes from!

Looking at the bone-savvy wound under Fei Ge's wings, Qian Yang felt a burst of toothache. It was really hard for this guy to support Fei back.

Qian Yang rarely applied medicine to Fei Ge gently, and gently stroked his hair to show comfort, which made Fei Ge look at him with incredible eyes. In the end, Qian Yang himself felt a little embarrassed and had to secretly say: "When I find the guy who bullies my bird, I will definitely bully his bird too!"
Chapter completed!