The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

After Ling Tong finished his announcement, he disappeared in a flash.

Everyone immediately controlled their flying swords and flew towards the front of the garden.

The main reason is that although the flowers in this garden are beautiful, their charm is weak, so no one wants to pick them.

When we flew over the garden, we saw a river a hundred meters wide in front of us.

The river water was as black as ink, and the current was fast, which looked extremely strange.

With the words of the spirit boy, everyone knew that the river must be very strange, so they all stopped by the river to observe carefully.

But there were also monks who did not believe in evil and tried to control their flying swords to fly towards the other side of the river.

It was great that someone was leading the way. Everyone stared intently at the monk who bravely led the way.

He was seen controlling the flying sword, flying smoothly across the center of the river, and was about to reach the other side of the river.

An idea came to the minds of many people: was the spirit boy trying to scare them on purpose? Was the river just scary to look at?

But at this moment, the monk who was about to reach the other side of the river suddenly fell into the dark river with his sword, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This river water can even swallow up a cultivator who has established his foundation. It is indeed weird.

The monk who had just suspected that the boy was lying was now filled with horror.

Fortunately, I didn't fly over with my sword! There was obviously a spatial suppression on the river surface.

I just don't know whether the space suppression limits the height or can appear at any time and hit people.

If we can’t fly, can we get a small boat and row across?

Someone rummaged through the storage bag and found a wooden board. He tied it up with spiritual vines and threw it into the water.

Just as the man jumped onto the board, removed the spiritual vines, and was about to use his spiritual power to drive the board forward, the board suddenly began to sink.

His companions were so frightened that they quickly threw out spiritual vines and pulled him ashore.

When the frightened warrior came to his senses, he suddenly felt something strange under his feet.

He looked down and screamed in surprise.

Then everyone looked at him, followed his line of sight, and noticed something strange.

It turned out that the soles of the warrior's shoes were wet by black water because the wooden board had sunk.

At this time, the soles and uppers of the shoes soaked in black water had begun to melt.

The warrior was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and began to take off his shoes in panic.

The monks who saw this scene looked at the dark river in front of them with fear in their eyes.

Even shoes can melt. If this person falls in, won’t there be no trace of him left?

Forget it, forget it. It doesn’t matter if I don’t have this opportunity. My life is more important.

Many people began to back off.

At this moment, the boy reappeared before the crowd, his voice clear and crisp, saying, "The first person to cross this river will receive the first opportunity. This opportunity is to enter the Spiritual Liquid Pool to cultivate, and in a very short time, raise your cultivation to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment."

Once this condition was stated, many people no longer wanted to leave.

The first opportunity is so tempting, and who knows what incredible benefits the subsequent opportunities will bring. Maybe there will be treasures that help in forming the elixir.

Some people gritted their teeth and decided to try ultra-low altitude flight.

I saw this warrior, riding his flying sword, flying rapidly towards the other side of the river, one foot above the water.

However, before he could fly to the middle of the river, he seemed to be suddenly pressed down by something heavy and fell suddenly into the pitch-black river water. Without even a big wave, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The passion that had just surged in everyone's blood turned cold again.

Guan Yi frowned. He didn’t need to soak in the spiritual liquid pool, but he needed the opportunity later.

Looking at the rushing river, he suddenly took out a low-level magic weapon and threw it to the other side.

Just when everyone thought that the magic weapon would fall into the river, it landed safely on the other side of the river.

Guan Yi waved his hand and the magic weapon flew back from the surface of the river.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion?

Could it be that this river water only targets living people, and dead things can fly over it without any problem?

But since this is only the first hurdle, it means there must be a way to cross the river.

When Xiao Han saw Guan Yi's actions, he suddenly thought of something.

Could it be that this spatial suppression was only temporary? As long as I could withstand the brief period of spatial suppression, I could fly through it?

She immediately took out two ordinary arrows and injected spiritual power into them. In the blink of an eye, the arrows turned into huge arrows like spears.

Then she threw the huge javelin-like arrow to the other side of the river. A small half of it sank into the ground, and the rest stood tall, as if it had been planted.

Xiao Han injected spiritual power into another arrow to enlarge it, and then inserted it deep into the ground as well.

In this way, there is a solid pillar on both sides of the river.

She then took out the spider silk and connected four or five strands of it together to form a thin thread a hundred meters long.

Then he waved his hand, and the thin silk thread flew to the other side like a strong rope and was tied firmly to the top of the arrow.

She tied the other end of the spider silk to the top of the arrow on this side of the river and pulled the spider silk.

This spider silk, which is thinner than a hair, is now like a taut steel cable, connecting the two sides of the river.

Everyone watched Xiao Han busying herself, wondering how she was going to cross the river.

After the spider silk bridge was set up, Xiao Han looked at her two friends who had been silent and just watching her busy.

"Ye Qi, Yinong, let me try first. If I can get through, you can follow."

Ye Qi immediately grabbed her wrist nervously, "This is too risky, how about we wait?"

If this fails, it will be a matter of losing your life.

Qiu Yinong also nervously advised: "Opportunities can be ignored, but life is more important."

Xiao Han sent a voice message to the two of them: "It's okay. Even if I really fall in, I won't drown. I have a top-level defensive talisman given by the leader."

This talisman was only to comfort the two friends. Xiao Han actually felt that the river water might not have drowned the monks or corroded them, but had instead transferred them out of the stone hall.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for a foundation-building cultivator to fall into the river and be corroded in less than a breath without even a chance to struggle.

Ye Qi and Qiu Yinong did not stop Xiao Han anymore, but just watched her every move nervously.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xiao Han cast a lightening talisman on himself, held the spider silk in one hand, and flew over directly with spiritual power instead of using a flying sword.

However, it was only a hundred meters away, and the foundation-building cultivator could fly over with just a jump.

What everyone is worried about is the possible spatial suppression.

All the cultivators standing on the river bank watched Xiao Han flying away with bated breath.

Then, just when Xiao Han flew to the center of the river, as expected, the irregular spatial suppression appeared again.

Xiao Han suddenly fell down.