The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Xie Yi is determined to become a person like Ye Tian, the male protagonist in the story. Naturally, he will not really be supported by An Fengyao and live on An Fengyao's charity.

What he wants is a life standing on top of the clouds, surrounded by high-class and peerless beauties.

In order to realize this dream, one must have a large amount of cultivation resources, one's own power, and one's own strength that cannot be underestimated by anyone.

Although An Fengyao returned his storage ring to him, it didn't contain many resources. After all, he had always been very generous to his female companions in dual cultivation.

Therefore, after much thought, Xie Yi felt that if he wanted to accumulate wealth quickly, he could only go deep into the Monster Forest.

Fortune and wealth are sought in danger! Many monks understand this principle, but few dare to put it into practice.

But Xie Yi dared to put it into practice, and it worked.

He held up the huge bird egg and threw out a thunder in a casual tone.

"This is the egg of the golden-winged Roc, the king of the Peng bird family. It's about to hatch. If there are any cultivators who want to own such a mount, or fellow Taoists who want to get a guardian beast for their family, please come and take a closer look."

"Are the eggs of the Garuda Roc real or fake?"

Immediately, a monk exclaimed in surprise.

"I heard that the Golden-Winged Roc is very difficult to tame. It would rather die than submit to human cultivation. If you want to own a Golden-Winged Roc, you have to obtain bird eggs, have them hatched by humans, and then tame them from a young age."

A discerning cultivator stared at the bird egg in Xie Yi's hand and muttered to himself, "The golden light is so strong, and the spiritual aura is so rich. If this young bird hatches, it will definitely be a great roc with good aptitude. It is possible that it will cultivate to the ninth level in the future."

An even more impatient cultivator said, "Fellow Daoist, please name your price. Do you want spirit stones, or do you want to exchange them for some rare treasures?"

Xie Yi said calmly, "Spiritual stones will do. Everyone bid, and the highest bidder wins."

Xie Yi stole the show at the auction, and the battle situation in Xinyue City finally began to change.

After receiving the news from the Jindan Zhenren who was scouting around, Master Lu of the Juxian Sect finally felt relieved.

Many of the monsters in the depths of the Monster Forest did not participate in this beast tide. It was obvious that the beast tide was caused by only one, or a very small number of high-level monsters.

Moreover, there was no sign of monsters gathering again in the depths of the Monster Forest, which indicated that the beast tide in Crescent City had no follow-up reinforcements.

After receiving the exact information, Sect Leader Lu ordered the remaining one-third of the disciples in the sect to be sent over to kill the monster.

As a result, the monsters had no follow-up reinforcements, the monks had more and more reinforcements, and the number of monsters and birds killed and injured was also increasing.

When Xiao Han was fighting with the Peregrine Falcon, she used all of her defensive shells, defensive talismans, and offensive arrows and talismans. For a moment, the Peregrine Falcon couldn't do anything to her.

Just when Xiao Han thought she and the peregrine falcon would fight for another three hundred rounds, a new disciple from the Juxian Sect came up and started throwing talismans. More than ten powerful attack talismans were thrown out continuously, blowing the peregrine falcon's feathers into pieces and forcing it to flee in all directions.

Seeing the disciples of Juxian Sect chasing the peregrine falcon and throwing talismans continuously, Xiao Han who was following behind could only sigh: They are so rich!

Well, it seems that there is no target for me to fight in the air, so I should go down and fight those countless low-level and mid-level monsters.

The battlefield below the city wall has turned into a huge melee due to the continuous increase in reinforcements from the monks.

Xiao Han came down on the flying sword, and did not seek to fight against the monsters in the foundation-building stage. Instead, he used a bow and arrow to attack the third-level monsters.

He shot one arrow at a time, then quickly pulled it up with a spiritual thread and put it into his bag.

After collecting seven or eight of them in a row, the low-level monsters were so scared that they stopped fighting with the Qi-cultivating monks and fled in all directions.

Xiao Han flew a little higher, feeling a little guilty, and prepared to find a fourth-level monster to fight.

At this moment, the tenth-order demon from the Golden-winged Roc clan, who was hiding in the sky, saw that it was impossible to avenge his descendants, so he had to give the order to retreat to the Monster Forest.

Soon, after a few roars of beasts and chirps of birds that resounded through the sky, most of the monsters and birds began to retreat like a tide.

Those who did not retreat were all entangled by the monks and unable to escape.

The monks in and outside the city were immediately encouraged when they saw the monster retreating, and they began to chase it. This was a ready-made hunting ground.

Xiao Han was no exception. He rode his flying sword in pursuit, drew his bow and drew his arrow, and a third-level demon pig fell to the ground.

She had just retracted the arrow and was about to roll it back with a spiritual thread when a middle-aged cultivator with triangular eyes in the middle stage of foundation building flew by. He suddenly rolled up his spiritual power and took the demon pig away.

Xiao Han was furious and shouted, "That's my prey, give it back to me!"

The other party turned a deaf ear and rushed forward on the flying sword.

Xiao Han gritted his teeth and shot an arrow at the opponent's back.

The middle-aged cultivator with triangular eyes was naturally on guard against Xiao Han's attack. When he heard the wind, he slashed with his sword in return.

The arrow was knocked away immediately.

The triangular-eyed cultivator gave Xiao Han a look that showed he was overestimating his own abilities, then turned around and continued to chase the herd.

Xiao Han was really angry, and in a flash, a handful of ordinary arrows appeared beside her.

Immediately afterwards, the continuous arrow technique was performed.

This is intolerable. Even if she uses up all her ordinary arrows today, she will teach the other party a lesson.

It was the first time for the middle-aged cultivator to fight against bows and arrows. He did not expect that there would be such a difficult-to-deal-with attack method as the continuous arrows. Even a big knife was flying around so fast that it was impenetrable.

For a moment, the sound of swords and arrows colliding was endless.

The two of them were like this, one couldn't get away, and the other just wanted to vent his anger, and neither of them cared about chasing the monster.

At this moment, a devastating pressure came from the sky, frightening the people and animals below so much that they became limp all over.

Immediately afterwards, a violent storm of spiritual power swept over, indiscriminately attacking the fleeing monsters and human cultivators below.

There were no roars or cries of pain, for it was too late. All of these people and demons collapsed to the ground, their bones and internal organs shattered.

Xiao Han and the triangular-eyed cultivator were also affected by the spiritual storm, but they stopped fighting and moved much further away from the crowd, standing on the edge of the spiritual storm.

The triangular-eyed monk was closer to the edge of the storm and was immediately knocked off the flying sword by the huge spiritual power. He fell to the ground and vomited blood.

Xiao Han was farther away, and his body felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer. He immediately lost his balance and dropped his flying sword.

"You evil beast, how dare you!"

The Nascent Soul cultivator of the Juxian Sect did not expect that this tenth-order demon would attack the group of juniors below, without distinguishing between friend and foe.

In shock and anger, he flew over and slapped a man with a roc's head on his head.

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