3005: C3005 Building a Foundation Was Not Easy

C3005 Building a Foundation Was Not Easy

After the black shadow disappeared, Jiang Ting suddenly thought of the Hidden Qi Spell that he had successfully cultivated. The appearance of the black shadow disappearing was very similar to the Hidden Qi Spell.

He had some suspicions that the person who had ordered Fu Zheng to kill him had been the black shadow that had disappeared.

The more he thought about it, the more Jiang Ting suddenly felt that it was possible.

He had guessed that a disciple of the Purple Frost Sect had set his eyes on him. However, he didn't know who it was, and he couldn't figure it out either.

However, if it was a black shadow, it seemed very likely. At least, the black shadow had a reason to plot against him.

Although he did not even know who the black shadow was, nor did he know why the black shadow had its eyes on him, what was the reason why the black shadow ordered Fu Zheng to kill him?

Gift him a magic tool?

Or was it some other scheme?

"Sigh, I just want to cultivate normally. " After thinking for a long time, Jiang Ting sighed and walked towards the Mission Hall.

He was not sure if it was Fu Zheng who was ordered by the black shadow. If it was, he could not be sure why the black shadow did it.

If he couldn't figure it out, then he wouldn't think about it anymore.

. . .

Soon, he arrived at the Mission Hall.

This place was very lively. Around fifty people were gathered in the open space outside the Mission Hall.

Almost all of them were at the 9th level of Qi Refining. There were more than ten who were at the eighth level of Qi Refining. As for the seventh level of Qi Refining. . . No.

Only the ninth and eighth levels.

He didn't know most of them, nor had he seen them before. Only a few of them had met and knew each other.

As soon as he got closer, Green Bamboo approached with joy. "Jiang Ting, Jiang Ting. "

Perhaps due to their similar cultivation base, or perhaps because Fu Zheng had been dead for too long, Green Bamboo was not shy at all. She held Jiang Ting's hand directly. It was unknown whether she was declaring her sovereignty or purely happy.

Jiang Ting also said with a smile, "Green Bamboo. "

Then, the two of them began to chat. While they were chatting, Jiang Tingze sized up the others.

The people here. . . Some of the people here came here because of human relationships or some unspeakable channels.

Some of them had come here because they had experienced countless battles.

One had to mention that. . . The so-called heavy battles were the great competitions held by the outer sect of the Purple Frost Sect three months ago, in order to select the disciples who had entered the Herb Grafting Valley.

Of course, Jiang Ting did not participate. He did not even watch the battle. After all, he had gotten the qualification very early on.

After a short while, Jiang Ting's gaze paused. What he saw was a middle-aged man who wore the uniform of the Purple Frost Sect. He had a wild and unruly appearance, and his eyes were sharp like the eyes of an eagle.

A moment later.

The man seemed to have noticed something. He turned his head abruptly and locked onto Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting smiled and nodded when he saw this.

The man looked away coldly and ignored him.

"Huh. . . " Jiang Ting was speechless, but he didn't care.

In his heart, he sighed. That person's intuition was really sharp.

Untamed and unruly, hawk-eyed. . . If nothing unexpected happened, that person should be the champion of the previous competition, Si Kou.

He had won the championship after many bloody battles. Putting aside his talent, his combat awareness was naturally not low. The magical equipment and treasures on his body were probably not simple either. In short, that person was not easy to deal with.

Of course, it would be best if he did not block Jiang Ting's path. If not, even though he did not participate in the competition, he did not even watch the battle. However, if he blocked his path, he would let Si Kou know what an even more terrifying battle consciousness was!

"Junior Brother Jiang Ting?" A slightly hesitant voice sounded.

Jiang Ting followed the voice and saw a fat man.

He blinked his eyes, then slightly cupped his fist and said, "Senior disciple Fan. "

The fat man laughed as he approached. " It really is junior brother. . . Tsk tsk. It's only been a few years, junior brother, and you're already at the ninth level of Qi Refining. After the end of the Herb Gathering Valley, Junior Brother will probably be able to soar into the sky and enter the Foundation Establishment stage. "

Jiang Ting smiled bitterly. "Senior Brother, you must be joking. I know how much weight I have. . . Senior Brother, this is my friend, Green Bamboo. "

After a pause, Jiang Ting turned his head again. "Green Bamboo. He is one of the few friends I have in the sect, Fan Bowen. "

Fan Bowen. . . . Yes, when he was managing the medicine garden, he had inadvertently met Fan Bowen. The pill formula for the Peiyuan Pill had been obtained from Fan Bowen.

The two of them weren't very close, but they weren't shallow either. After all, Fan Bowen had a mild personality and liked to make friends. In addition, Jiang Ting wasn't in a very good situation at that time. If they wanted to make friends, their friendship naturally wouldn't be low.

After introducing each other.

Fan Bowen revealed a curious expression. "You are. . . Oh, Yin Han's Martial Uncle's disciple, Green Bamboo? I know you. I heard that you and Junior Brother Jiang Ting went to the Scorching Sun Desert together and brought back some extremely important news. "

The three of them started to talk.

They formed a small circle. In the field, the circle formed by the three of them was not all powerful, but no one dared to look down on them. After all, the three of them were all at the 9th level of Qi Refining.

Perhaps breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage at the ninth level of Qi Refining was indeed extremely difficult. He remembered that back when Jiang Ting was still managing the medicine garden, Fan Bowen was already at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Now, Jiang Ting and Green Bamboo had both reached the ninth level of Qi Refinement. Fan Bowen was at the Pill Peak and had come into contact with countless pills, but his realm was only at the ninth level of Qi Refinement.

In the midst of their conversation.

Very quickly, six hours passed.

Time passed. A breeze blew by.

Another streak of light descended, and a Daoist with a cold expression appeared outside the Mission Hall. His aura was extremely powerful, and the pressure he emitted was very, very low. However, it was that very, very faint pressure that made people not dare to raise their heads.

The Daoist spoke with a cold tone: "Disciples who have the right to go to the Herb Gathering Valley, follow me. If there are people with mixed feelings, they will die. "

Then, he lifted his foot and walked in another direction.

Maybe it was because of the pressure, but no one dared to make a sound. They subconsciously followed that person.

Jiang Ting and the other two were the same. However, as they moved forward, Jiang Ting's mood became strange. The voice. If he remembered wrongly, it seemed to be Daoist Fresh Breeze's voice, right?

Could it be that this trip to the Herb Gathering Valley was hosted by his cheap master?

In a moment of thought, the crowd followed Daoist Fresh Breeze to an empty space far away from the Mission Hall.

The pressure also dissipated. However, not many people dared to raise their heads to look.

Jiang Ting secretly took some time to take a look. It was indeed Daoist Fresh Breeze.1

The nominal disciples might only be nominal disciples, but Daoist Fresh Breeze was only nominal disciples. Jiang Ting didn't want to see it either.

Looking at the crowd, Daoist Qing Feng stood with his hands behind his back. "Those who say the name, go to the left. . . . Fan Bowen. "

Fan Bowen bowed. "Elder Qingfeng. "

Daoist Qingfeng nodded slightly.

Fan Bowen hurriedly went to the empty spot on the left.

The Pure Wind Taoist continued to call out names. "Zhang Wei. "

. . .

One by one, the names were pointed out, and each person headed to the left.

Very quickly, Jiang Ting, Green Bamboo, and the others all went to the left.

When Taoist Qing Feng stopped calling, there were still four people left on the right.

Daoist Qing Feng's eyes narrowed when he saw this. "A mixture of fish eyes and pearls. . . "

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