As soon as the wooden sword fell into the pot, there was no special change. Bai Xiaochun let out a light sigh, opened his eyes unwillingly and stared at the wooden sword carefully.

But after waiting for a long time, nothing strange happened. Bai Xiaochun thought for a moment, looked at the patterns on the turtle-shaped pot, and then looked at the ashes of the wood in the fire stove. He thought about it and turned around and left the room. When he came back for a while, he had a few pieces of wood in his hand that were the same as in the fire stove before.

This wood is not particularly ordinary in the stove, so he asked Zhang Dapang for some.

When the wood was lit, Bai Xiaochun immediately saw the first strip on the turtle-shaped pot, and it became brighter again. The wood fire burned rapidly and gradually went out. When Bai Xiaochun's mind moved, the wooden sword in the pot suddenly shone silver.

Bai Xiaochun took a few steps back, and soon the light disappeared, and he immediately felt a sharp feeling coming from the pot.

He took a deep breath, approached carefully, saw the wooden sword in the pot, and a dazzling silver pattern that was the same as the spiritual rice appeared. The pattern was slowly dimming and eventually became dark silver.

The entire sword body was slightly different from before. Although it was still wood, it gave people a sharp metallic meaning. Bai Xiaochun's eyes lit up and he stepped forward to take out the wooden sword carefully. It felt a little heavier. When he got it close, he even felt a sense of coldness.

"It's done, this wooden sword has successfully refined the spirit once." Bai Xiaochun was ecstatic and couldn't put it down with the wooden sword. He looked at the pot again, wondering how to deal with this thing, and finally decided to put it here. The more this happened, the less anyone cared.

As for spiritual rice, it is just eaten, and the wooden sword is easily unavailable. Bai Xiaochun thought about covering it with some dyes, which may weaken the light of the spiritual pattern.

Thinking of this, he sorted out, walked out of the house, pretending to be nothing. Until a few days later, he brushed some of the various juices in the stove that he had collected during the past period on the wooden sword, making the wooden sword look colorful and ragged. Then he controlled it again and found that the spiritual patterns were indeed covered a lot and were no longer so obvious, so he nodded with satisfaction.

In the following days, Bai Xiaochun was like a fish in the fire kitchen, and he became familiar with the work of the fire kitchen, especially the fire required by different spiritual foods, and even divided into one-color fire and two-color fire. He also understood that the wood under the turtle-shaped pot before was the spiritual wood that produced one-color fire.

Especially Zhang Dapang liked Bai Xiaochun very much and took care of her. A few months later, as Zhang Dapang once said, it made Bai Xiaochun gradually gain weight.

Now he is no longer the thin person he was when he first entered the sect. He has gained weight for several times, but he has become even whiter. He looks more and more harmless, and he is approaching the name Bai Jiupang.

As for the extra meal, I have experienced it several times. However, what bothered Bai Xiaochun was that his weight had increased, but his practice was always slow. Later, he simply stopped thinking about it and ate and drank with several senior brothers all day long. He was very uncomfortable. He also heard a lot from Zhang Dapang in the past few months and had a certain understanding of Lingxi Sect.

Knowing that in the sect, the inner and outer disciples are divided into inner and outer disciples. If the servants can practice to the third level of Qi Condensation, they can go to the trial path of each peak. If they succeed, they can worship the peak of the trial and become the outer disciple of this peak. Only by becoming an outer disciple can they step into the threshold of Lingxi Sect.

However, this matter is like a fish leaping over the dragon gate. The trial path of each peak begins every month and only takes the first three, so the number of people who become outer disciples throughout the year is fixed.

On this day, Qipang was supposed to go down the mountain to purchase, but due to the delay, Zhang Dapang waved his hand and asked Bai Xiaochun to go down the mountain. Bai Xiaochun hesitated for a while, thinking that Xu Baocai had not come back for several months, he felt that it should be nothing, but he still felt uneasy. He went back to the room and took out seven or eight kitchen knives, put on five or six leather jackets, and he almost turned into a ball.

But I felt that it was still unsafe, so I took a strong blame and took it on my back. Then I felt a sense of security. I walked out of the stove and went down the mountain.

Walking on the bluestone road of the sect, Bai Xiaochun looked at the magnificent courtyard attic around him, and a deep sense of superiority arose in his heart.

"A flash of time passes, life is like a dream. I, Bai Xiaochun, have been practicing for several months in this life. When I look back on the mortal world, I think of the village back then, and I feel full of sighs." He said to himself with emotion, with his hands on his back, seven or eight kitchen knives hanging on his waist, and his back was in the blame. He was covered with fur coats on his body, like a tattered ball. He met many servants on the way, and after seeing him, he looked at him sideways.

Especially the few female disciples, after seeing Bai Xiaochun, they were so funny that they covered their mouths and chuckled with a smile. The laughter was like a silver bell, which was quite nice.

Bai Xiaochun's round face turned slightly red, and she felt that she was becoming more powerful. She coughed dryly, held her head and chest up and walked forward.

Not long after, before he could walk out of the third peak, he suddenly saw many servants in the distance. They all looked excited and ran quickly in one direction. There was the mountain road of the third peak, and it was a place where outer disciples usually appeared.

Gradually, more servants ran with excitement. This scene made Bai Xiaochun stunned. He quickly chose the thinnest boy from the people passing by and grabbed it.

"This junior brother, why do you run there if something happens?" Bai Xiaochun asked curiously.

The boy was caught in his body and showed displeasure, but after seeing the blame behind Bai Xiaochun, his eyes immediately showed envy and his expression slowed down.

"It turns out to be the senior brother of the Fire Stove. You can go and have a look. I heard that Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide, the genius among the outer disciples, were fighting in the trial field at the foot of the mountain. They both had some personal grudges. They heard that they were all on the sixth level of Qi Condensation. They had to go and see this view. Maybe they could comprehend one or two and gain something." After the boy explained, he was afraid that he would have no place to go too late, so he hurried forward.

Bai Xiaochun felt curious and ran over. Following the crowd, he left the labour area soon after. At the foot of the third peak, he saw a huge platform there.

The platform is a thousand feet in size, and at this moment, countless servants are surrounded by them. There are even many figures on the mountain, and they are obviously very luxuriously dressed, all of whom are outside disciples, and they are also watching.

As for the platform, there were two young men wearing equally luxurious robes, one with scars on his face and the other with white face. They were intertwined with figures, and bursts of roar came out.

Both of them had a glowing light outside their bodies. A small flag in front of the scarred young man was automatically lit up without wind. It was like an invisible hand grabbed and waved it, forming a foggy tiger, and the roaring sound was deafening.

The young man with a white face was passing by, and a small blue sword drew out a burst of spiritual marks, whistling away extremely flexibly.

Bai Xiaochun opened his eyes wide and took a deep breath. He could also control the wooden sword, but compared with the young man who was as white as jade, it was difficult to compare.

Especially when these two people took action, they didn't seem to have much reservations, they were full of murderous aura, and even were quite dangerous several times, so many wounds on their bodies. Although there was no vital point, they were shocking to see.

This was the first time Bai Xiaochun saw a monk fighting, which was completely different from the immortals he remembered. His ferocity and hostility made him frightened.

"Isn't cultivating immortality just for immortality? Why do you fight and kill? What if you lose your life?" Bai Xiaochun swallowed a mouthful of saliva. When he saw the fog tiger transformed from the scarred young man's small flag swallowing the other person with a cruel mouthful, Bai Xiaochun wiped the sweat from his head, thinking that it was too dangerous outside, so he would rather go back to the stove to safely.

Thinking of this, he quickly retreated, but as he retreated, a loud roar came from not far away.

"Bai Xiaochun"

When Bai Xiaochun turned around, he immediately saw Xu Baocai, who had written the blood letter, rushing towards him with a grim smile. A wooden sword in front of him emitted an unusual light, which was obviously not comparable to the Qi Condensation layer. At this moment, an arc was drawn, and a strong spiritual pressure was emitted, and he rushed straight to Bai Xiaochun.

Bai Xiaochun's eyes saw the arrival of the wooden sword, his pupils shrank, and he immediately felt a strong life-and-death crisis.

"I'm going to kill me." Realizing this, he let out a shrill scream and ran away.

The loud voice of "killing, killing people" made many servants around him hear it, and they looked at each other in surprise. Even Zhou Hong and Zhang Yide, who were fighting on the high platform, paused for a moment, which showed the loud sound waves.

Even Xu Baocai was shocked. He just shouted the other party's name and chased him over. Before the sword could touch the other party, Bai Xiaochun's scream was as if he had been bucketed several holes on his body.

"If Bai Xiaochun has the ability, don't run away." Xu Baocai's face turned pale, and his hatred made him itchy, and he rushed to Bai Xiaochun to chase him.

"If I had the ability, I'd kill you long ago. I'd be so damn it. I'd kill someone, kill someone." Bai Xiaochun screamed very quickly, like a fat rabbit, and he could hardly see the shadow in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, at the top of the mountain, there was a pavilion hanging out. Two monks in one middle and one old were sitting opposite each other, playing chess with each other. The middle-aged man was Li Qinghou. The old man opposite him was covered in white hair, a rosy complexion, and a stream of light was everywhere in his eyes. When he saw Feifan, he glanced at the foot of the mountain and laughed.

"Qinghou, the little kid you brought back is interesting."

"It makes the leader laugh. This character needs to be tempered more." Li Qinghou had a headache. After dropping the chess piece, he shook his head and said.

"The children in the fire kitchen are arrogant. It's not easy for them to get along with them." The old man touched his beard, with a teasing look in his eyes.

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