As the saying goes, good things are grinding, but I hope this time, there will be a satisfactory harvest.

Ling Xian took a breath and calmed down his originally somewhat gloomy mood, his face returned to peace, without joy or anger, and flew away in the direction of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.

It was not long coming, but Ling Xian was surprised to find that there were many more people coming to the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall today than usual, could it be that there was any special task?

I was surprised in my heart, but Ling Xian, who was in a hurry to cultivate, didn't have the psychology of watching the excitement, his own situation, he knew it in his heart, and if he wanted to finish the cultivation of the Qi Refining Scroll of the Thousand Illusions Jiaojue as soon as possible, he had to have a good body forging pill.

In this case, Ling Xian had no mind to be distracted.

Single-minded cultivation is the most important thing.

In this way, through the twists and turns of the corridor, Ling Xian came to a huge attic.

It is said to be a pavilion, but it is actually a nine-story building, covering an area that is ridiculously large, with several big characters dancing on it.

"Lingquan Pavilion".

Ling Xian's face was happy, the place he was looking for was here.

Tianwei Sect is good at cooking spiritual food, spiritual spring is a necessary thing, ordinary spiritual spring is found in every mountain, but it is clearly written in the book of Tiandi Dan, Lingquan is the only and most important auxiliary material for refining the Forging Body Pill, and the quality of the Lingquan is directly proportional to the Forging Body Pill.

The impact on Ling Xian's later cultivation was self-evident.

That's why Ling Xian worked tirelessly to come here, either not to do it, or to try to do it as best as possible.

Senior Sister Tian's cultivation had gone wrong, and it was impossible to get the best spiritual spring from the Hidden Spring Peak, so it was the only choice in front of her.

There is some of the best quality spring water collected from the main peaks.

Certainly not free to use.

After all, Ling Xian was not a Jindan Ancestor.

With his cultivation, if he wants to use the best quality spring water, he needs to pay a certain price.

Ling Xian held a jade pupil in his hand, all of which were obtained from the introductory instructions, and then Ling Xian raised his feet and entered the attic.

"So many people?"

Ling Xian frowned.

Against all odds. In this Lingquan Pavilion, dozens of immortal cultivators gathered, and all of them were people who had survived a catastrophe.

They looked at each other, and their expressions were unkind.

It's not surprising to think about it, although everyone is the same brother, but they came here. It is a conspiracy to the spiritual spring, and it is a competitive relationship with each other.

Cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals was originally thorny step by step, and the opportunity had to be fought for by oneself, and the treasures needed had no intention of retreating.

Only by moving forward bravely can it be possible to catch that ethereal wisp of immortal opportunity.

This truth, everyone who cultivates immortals knows in their hearts, in other words. Those who came here today are all competitors, and in this case, it is naturally not good to see the other party, where will they pay attention to the meaning of the same door.

And what made Ling Xian's face bitter was that among these dozens of immortal cultivators, there were actually several people in the late stage of foundation building.

It's a headache.

You know, cultivate the immortal realm. How strong a person is, the realm is the most intuitive factor. At the same time, the immortal cultivators behind the realm often mean that they are rich.

These people, at first glance, are extremely beginners, far from being comparable to new disciples like themselves.

The only thing that Ling Xian could comfort was that good fortune and misfortune lurked. Because of Senior Sister Tian, although she was in crisis, she also gained 20,000 points of sect contribution.

The causes and consequences are vague, but the contribution points of the sect are real, and they are relative to their own cultivation. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an astronomical figure, so deep in Ling Xian's heart, it is also very confident.

Thinking like this in his heart, Ling Xian remained silent on the surface, and his arrival also made the disciples who were originally waiting in the main hall raise their heads.

However, when it became clear that Ling Xian was only in the early stage of foundation building, and he was still wearing the clothes of an outer disciple, he no longer paid attention to it.

After all, in their eyes, Ling Xian's cultivation, such an identity, there was no threat at all.

Everyone waited quietly and did not communicate.

After a while, several immortal cultivators came, and Ling Xian roughly estimated that there were nearly a hundred monks who came here.

I couldn't help but be secretly speechless.

It is not bad for an ordinary sect to have a hundred foundation building period monks, but the small Lingquan Pavilion of the Tianwei Sect can gather so many, which is worthy of being a behemoth that has been inherited for tens of thousands of years.

The melodious sound of the bell reaches the ears.

An old man with a small beard walked in from the other side.

Roe head rat eyes, but don't look at him as unattractive, but people can't look good, this is a genuine fake Dan stage cultivator, compared to Senior Sister Tian, who went mad, the mana is even deeper.

"See Senior Brother Feng!"

All the monks saluted together, with a flattering and flattering intention on their faces, this Senior Brother Feng is the master of the Lingquan Pavilion, well, this is a bit too much, in short, he is the steward in charge of the specific affairs here, everyone wants to get the spring water, of course, they should try to please him.

"No need to be polite, brothers, when you come here, you must all want to get spring water, but this year there is a difficulty. The old man surnamed Feng obviously didn't like to beat around the bush, so he sighed and spoke.

"What's the difficulty, please ask Senior Brother to explain it?" It was a thin man who spoke, and as for the other monks, their expressions were all concerned, after all, this was related to their vital interests.

"There is not much spring water this year, and everyone knows that the better the quality of the spiritual spring, the less spring water gushes out. The old man sighed, obviously this matter also gave him a headache.

"What, five parts, so little, how is it possible?"

"There has never been such a small number of years in previous years!"

"There isn't much spring water this year, but it's ridiculous to have only five portions left. ”

"Senior Brother Feng, is there a mistake, or are you joking with us?"

......

For a while, the sound of the complex came into the ears, and the sound of the noise was loud, although there were not many of the best quality spiritual springs in previous years, and it was impossible for everyone to be satisfied, but most people were always able to get their wishes.

And today, more than 100 people came, but there were only five copies, how do you let everyone divide it?

For a while, everyone's faces showed dissatisfaction, after all, no one dared to guarantee that they could obtain such a spiritual spring.

"It's all quiet!"

The old man surnamed Feng shouted, don't look at his stature, but his voice was like a bell, and his face was full of impatience: "What are you arguing about, do you think that it is Senior Brother and I, deliberately talking nonsense, so as to embarrass you?"

"Of course not, it's just that this thing ......"

The monks looked at each other, and when they saw that the old man surnamed Feng was angry, they didn't dare to make any more noise, after all, there were not many spiritual springs, and if they offended the old man surnamed Feng again, then there would be no drama and singing, and they would definitely not be able to make a fuss. (To be continued.) )