About fifteen miles away from the north gate of Jimo City, there is a mo bamboo forest called "Congluo Forest".

As for why it is called the Kongluo Forest, it is because there is a huge rock as high as one meter in the middle of the forest. There are several dark patterns on the surface of the huge rock. These patterns faintly form the word "Huanluo", which is quite magical.

Before Ji Yunlang reached Kongluo Forest, he saw many cultivators moving forward there. Most of their cultivation was in the Qi Refining Stage, and there were less than ten in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

When he walked to the forest, he saw a monk in the late stage of foundation building floating in the air and shouted to the four directions: "There are thirty in this batch of ink bamboos that have reached five hundred years, ten in eight hundred years, and two in a thousand years.

According to the rules of previous years, one for thousands of years will be taken, two for eight hundred years will be taken, and ten for five hundred years will be taken."

"How do we divide up so many people?" A Foundation Establishment Cultivator below asked loudly.

"Your Excellency, this ink bamboo is different from other bamboos. It grows to ten feet high when it reaches five hundred years. Then, as the years grow, the body gradually becomes smaller, and it shrinks to three feet high after a thousand years."

"What the senior means is that one person who has a thousand years is unique, and five hundred years and eight hundred years can be allocated as needed?"

"Yes, it's worth ten feet per person. I believe that five hundred years is enough for us. As for eight hundred years and one thousand years, according to the usual rules, whoever has a hard fist will be able to take it away."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone below was talking. Everyone wanted to get the thousand-year-old foundation-building cultivators present, and perhaps they really had to rely on their strength.

Ji Yunlang did not hide his aura, and his cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building was revealed, which attracted the attention of everyone around him.

With the joint efforts of the Qi Refining Cultivator, the 500-year-old Mo Zhu was cut down in less than half a cup of tea. The people present distributed one by one according to their cultivation level. As for the more in the end, they were left to the Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Ji Yunlang looked at the two green bamboos with ink spots in his hand, and then put them away. His target was the thousand-year-old ink bamboo. It was natural for eight hundred years, so he found a clean grass and sat down.

At this moment, Miao Xiaomiao noticed it fell on the ground and whispered in Ji Yunlang's sleeves. Ji Yunlang smiled softly and stopped the magic. His wide sleeves shaking, and Miao Xiaomiao jumped out of it.

Although Ji Yunlang's eyes were staring at Miao Xiaomiao, his mind enveloped the audience. The battle on the other side had begun. There were six monks fighting for the 800-year Mo Zhu. Four of them were in the early stage of foundation building, and the remaining two were in the Great Perfection of Qi Refining Period.

Time passed slowly, and with the sound of close handover, the 800-year-old Mo Zhu had a master.

"The last ink bamboo will be taken away by me. You fellow Taoists should have no objection." Suddenly, a low voice came from a distance. Before the sound could fall, the figure fell among the crowd present.

Ji Yunlang looked in the voice and saw that the man was slender, carrying a long sword on his back, and his green Taoist robe was shining with a little bit of inspiration. His cheeks were as white as jade, his sword eyebrows were raised, his eyes were bright and bright, and he looked outstanding.

Looking at its aura, it is a great perfect state of foundation building!

Among all the people present, Ji Yunlang included Ji Yunlang, there were only three people in the late stage of foundation building. Only one person in the late stage of foundation building. This man with the Great Perfection of Foundation Building only depends on his cultivation level, is the highest among the people present. What he just said is not considered arrogance and arrogance.

"There are many mysterious and mysterious things in the thousand years. Although I know that my cultivation is not as good as Brother Dao, I have strength..." The late-stage foundation-building monk who had just said the rules here took a step forward. He seemed to be very confident in his strength.

Think about it, the thousand-year-old Mo Zhu is considered a rare opportunity for the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and no one will give up easily.

Ji Yunlang naturally didn't want to give up. He looked at the scene before him. Although there was no change in his face, he kept applauding in his heart. With his cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building, he was enough to test part of the strength of the Great Perfection of Foundation Building. In this way, no matter what the result of the battle between the two of them was, it would be a great help to Ji Yunlang.

"Oh? Since that's the case, let's see the true chapter under your hands. This is called Wuxiangsanren, I don't know what friends are called?"

"Kong Su." A man named Kong Su bowed slightly to Wuxiangsanren: "Brother Dao, please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his robe sounded, and a red spiritual power surged out quickly. Within half a breath, it condensed into a spear. The spear tip of the spear was three inches and three points long, and countless dark red patterns shone continuously.

The next moment, Kong Su held a spear and stabbed straight towards Wuxiangsanren. During this process, the spear head swayed slightly, as if it was empty first and then solid, three spear shadows condensed, and each spear shadow had the same breath as the previous one.

At the same time as Kong Su casts magic, Wuxiangsanren stretches out his hand to pinch the trick. The long sword behind him sounds like a dragon going out to sea. It rises instantly, accompanied by the huge roar of the mountain collapse and tsunami, colliding with the gun shadow.

"Boom!" The void where the spear and the sword intersected was silenced at first, and then the fierce force that continued to accumulate burst out in an instant, causing ripples in the void.

When the wind and the spiritual light dissipated, everyone present saw a three-foot giant pit suddenly appeared on the ground where the two were fighting. The power of the two just now showed it.

The roar quietly dissipated after a stick of incense. Kong Su inevitably suffered a defeat due to lack of spiritual power. His expression was extremely ugly.

Ji Yunlang in the distance didn't believe that Kong Su had used all his strength before. After all, although this thousand-year-old ink bamboo is good, Kong Su still wants to hang out in this area. If he exposes all his strength in front of everyone, it will be troublesome.

Relatively speaking, Ji Yunlang and Wuxiangsanren did not have such concerns. According to Ji Yunlang's observation just now, Wuxiangsanren's method seems to be in the southern part of Da 6. After today's battle, we can go far away.

"Are there any fellow Taoist who wants to come up to discuss the Tao?" Wuxiangsanren looked around everyone present, and his eyes fell on Ji Yunlang and other cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building.

"Brother Dao is amazing. This thousand-year-old mo bamboo will definitely be of great effect in the hands of Brother Dao. I would like to congratulate you first." A cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building bowed and said first.

After that, another monk in the middle stage of foundation building also bowed and expressed his concession.

Now Ji Yunlang is the only one left on the field without saying anything. He looked calm and stood up and stuffed Meow Xiaomao back into his sleeve.

"Brother Dao, please!"
Chapter completed!