Simulation of all things: Copper skin and iron bones at the beginning

The middle-aged man in green robe had a stern look on his face. He looked at Wei An sideways and saw no trace of spiritual energy fluctuations on his body. He couldn't help but feel suspicious.

So, he looked at the fat man in white again and interrupted: "Why are you panicking? What's going on?"

The fat man in white shouted: "Master, be careful, this guy is a hidden master!!"

As soon as these words came out!

The face of another young monk next to him changed, and he scolded: "Duan Heng, are you asleep? What does it mean to be secretive? Do you think this person is stronger than the master?"

"Yes, yes!"

The third young monk echoed and shouted with pride: "Master is a powerful foundation builder. Who dares to disobey when he is in charge?"

Wei An was stunned and speechless.

Wu Qifeng replied: "The spiritual root is the key to opening the door to immortality. The spiritual root is the foundation of all Taoism. The spiritual root is the essence of heaven and earth!"

Wu Qifeng said decisively: "Practice a way, based on spiritual energy. If you want to absorb and refine spiritual energy, you must have spiritual roots. People without spiritual roots are like duckweeds on the sea. They are not as deep as trees. How can they grow into evergreens? "

Wu Qifeng continued: "But it's okay to ask, Wu will definitely tell you everything he knows."

After all, it is easier to integrate into a world if you are reincarnated.

"Oh, you guys, don't underestimate him." Seeing this, the fat man in white felt anxious. He pointed at Wei An and said, "He, he..."

Wei An asked: "A powerful reincarnated person, did he come from outside the sky, or was he born directly into this world?"

I saw a large number of free light spots in the air. Tiny particles quickly gathered under the breath of Wu Qifeng and the four people, and penetrated into their mouths, noses and skin pores. inside the body.

Spiritual roots are the dividing line between mortals and practitioners.

Even he, a master of foundation building, felt frightened and it was difficult to deal with.

"The wild tea in the mountains, brewed with hot water, can emit a tangy fragrance, and there is spiritual energy flowing in the tea..."

The old man was once a casual cultivator. With perseverance and a bit of luck, he practiced all the way to the elixir-forming stage and retired to this mountain in his later years. Later, he accepted many disciples and preached, and the sect grew day by day.

Wei An didn't like others prying into his secrets, so he replied calmly: "You can guess this way, for example, I am born with supernatural powers."

Wei An's eyes narrowed and he could clearly see that there was a huge network inside the four bodies of Wu Qifeng, which spread all over the body like tree roots.

To be honest, he had never seen someone who could send a fireball flying with just one slap, and he was so scared.

Wei An was moved when he heard it. He treated the dead horse as a living horse doctor and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, take it out and show it to me first."

The green light sword rushed out, carrying an unstoppable sharp energy, and shot towards Wei An extremely quickly, like a shooting star.

In the ancient world, vitality fills every corner of the world, and everyone can practice it. As long as your talent is good enough, you will have the opportunity to become an immortal or a Buddha.

Han Haitang smiled and said: "Looking at what senior means, you want to obtain spiritual roots, right?"

"disease!"

The middle-aged man in green robe did not dare to hesitate at all, and said: "That's easy to say, please come in."

Wei An took it and looked through it carefully.

The young monk staggered up, his face tensed, and there was a huge shock in his eyes.

But at this time, he was puffing out black smoke, his clothes were burned to tatters, and there were burns all over his body. Most of his face was burnt black and bloody.

The more Wei An looked at it, the more surprised he became.

The four of them, Wu Qifeng, looked at each other and felt helpless. People had to lower their heads under the eaves, so they had no choice but to sit cross-legged and breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man in green robes' expression darkened and he sighed.

Han Haitang quickly introduced: "This is the sect leader of my Yunyin Sect, Wu Qifeng! These two elders are Wu Qibo and Liu Changshu."

The middle-aged man in green robe was silent for a moment, did not speak, and just nodded.

[Consumption of 100,000 merits can condense low-grade spiritual roots]

Foundation-building boss? ? ?

The young monk's color changed in horror, and he watched helplessly as the fireball he released flew back.

Bang!

The azure sword hit the steps behind the door and sank deeply into it, causing rocks to fly and smoke to fill the air.

"Ah this!!"

Han Haitang spread his hands wordlessly.

Especially Han Haitang, his heart was in turmoil!

What's going on? I was defeated by a person without spiritual roots? !

Wei An quickly understood and asked, "Can people without spiritual roots practice?"

Han Haitang stayed by the side, licking his face and smiling in apology.

Wei An understood and didn't ask any more questions. He just walked into the living room and sat down to drink tea.

The fat man in white looked at the young monk speechlessly, his mouth slightly twitching, as if he was a little gloating.

Wei An pondered and said, "Can spiritual roots be acquired the day after tomorrow?"

The middle-aged man in green robe got up, his face as ugly as possible.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Accompanied by a scream, the fireball roared out and headed straight for Wei An.

"Is this the spiritual root?"

At this time, Han Haitang suddenly said: "Senior, you clearly have no spiritual roots, why do you have such terrifying power?"

Merit and virtue are even more mysterious, telling a legendary story.

Wei An's slap just now seemed like an understatement. It obviously didn't release any spiritual power, but in fact, the power was indescribably huge.

The three people obviously heard about what happened. They all looked at Wei An with solemn expressions as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Almost as soon as the thought emerged, a ray of light suddenly flashed across the system panel.

The middle-aged man in green robe was shocked and turned pale. He hurriedly made secrets and tried to control the green light sword. However, the power on the green light sword was too great. No matter how he controlled it, he could not move it at all.

A charred figure fell down and fell heavily to the ground. It was the young monk.

"Shut up!"

Can foundation building be considered a boss? ?

It seems that the Yunyinmen is just a small local power. There are no tigers in the mountains and the monkey is the king.

The middle-aged man in green robes' eyes widened, and he was extremely shocked.

Han Haitang continued: "This junior has read a strange book. The book introduced several miraculous techniques that can defy the heavens and change one's fate, such as the 'body-seizing technique', 'blood-transforming technique', 'merit and merit', etc." , it is said that these methods have unpredictable effects."

"Fireball Technique·Explosion!"

After a while, Wei An walked into the Yunyin Gate and looked around. Sure enough, there was a bleak scene inside the door.

One sentence stunned Han Haitang.

[Consumption of millions of merits can condense middle-grade spiritual roots]

Through the Linggen network system, Wei An instantly judged that the sect leader Wu Qifeng was the strongest, followed by Liu Changshu, followed closely by Wu Qibo and Han Haitang.

Their master of foundation building, Master, actually lost! !

My mentor told me that that person was not a mortal, he was the reincarnation of a powerful being. He was born with an aura that was so awesome that no one could beat him. "