The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Although he was mentally prepared, Xiao Han's heart still skipped a beat when the spatial suppression suddenly appeared.

However, when she was flying, the spider silk was on the right side of her waist, and her right hand was always holding the spider silk thread while flying. Therefore, when her body was suddenly pressed down, her right hand instinctively grasped the life-saving spider silk thread.

So, Xiao Han held the spider silk thinner than a hair in one hand and floated on the turbulent Black Water River.

The toes were only a few inches away from the water surface.

Not to mention Ye Qi and Qiu Yinong who were familiar with him, even those cultivators who had never met Xiao Han before were also worried at this moment.

Feeling that the force of spatial suppression seemed to have lightened a little, Xiao Han tried hard to circulate the spiritual power around his body. He twisted his legs upwards, crossed his calves, and his entire limbs were entangled in the spider silk, with his body hanging in the air.

This posture is really indecent, but as long as you don't fall into the Black Water River, you don't have to worry about your image.

Then the spatial suppression suddenly dissipated. Xiao Han immediately shook his body and returned to his previous flying posture, rushing quickly to the other side of the river.

Fortunately, this spatial suppression only occurred once, and she reached the other side safely.

Seeing Xiao Han standing safely on the other side of the river, Ye Qi and Qiu Yinong shouted excitedly and waved at Xiao Han.

At this time, Xiao Han slowly opened his right hand. The palm of his hand was already covered in blood, and a thin wound went through his palm so deep that the bone was visible.

The force of spatial suppression just now was too strong. Even though she was frantically circulating her spiritual power, her palm was almost cut off by the spider silk.

Miscalculated.

Xiao Han raised his bloody palm and said to Ye Qi and Qiu Yinong, "You can come over now. Remember to take some precautions."

With her successful demonstration, the monks on the other side knew how to cross the river.

Sure enough, rope bridges were built across the Blackwater River.

Xiao Han had just performed a rejuvenation spell on her right hand and sprinkled some medicinal powder on it when the spiritual child from the secret realm suddenly appeared in front of her.

"You're the first one to reach the other side of the river. You'll have a chance to enter the Spiritual Fluid Pool to practice as a reward. Do you want to go now, or wait?"

Xiao Han immediately asked, "If I get other chance rewards later, can I get both?"

"Of course." The boy nodded.

Xiao Han: "Then I won't go for now."

The spirit boy was just asking according to the rules. After asking, he was about to leave again when Xiao Han suddenly asked, "Where is my bird Croton?"

The spirit boy said angrily, "He's still soaking in the spirit fluid pool."

After saying that, he glanced at Xiao Han and then slipped away.

It just didn't understand what was so good about this female cultivator in front of it, and why Badou was unwilling to stay here and follow this female cultivator.

Soon, Ye Qi and Qiu Yinong got through safely.

Some who thought they were smart simply injected spiritual power into their magic weapons, turning them into a bridge more than a hundred meters wide, spanning the Black Water River, and then flew directly across it.

In their opinion, even if there is spatial suppression, at most they will be pressed down on the magic weapon bridge.

But they didn't expect that the wider the bridge deck and the larger the area, the greater the spatial suppression force it would withstand.

The huge impact force directly knocked the magic weapon back to its original shape, and the monk on the bridge naturally fell into the water without a doubt.

This scene immediately frightened the other monks who were preparing to follow suit.

Later, everyone discovered that the thinner the rope of the magic bridge, the less spatial pressure it could withstand.

So, those who didn't have a magic weapon to build a bridge called out to Xiao Han, hoping to use her spider silk bridge to cross the river.

Xiao Han held up two fingers and offered a price: "Twenty thousand spirit stones per time."

The monk who wanted to borrow the bridge had a thought in his mind at the same time: this female monk might run a shop at home. She is definitely a profiteer.

Fortunately, 20,000 spirit stones are not too painful for these foundation-building monks. For the sake of future opportunities, give it to them!

In this way, Xiao Han made a net profit of more than 800,000 spirit stones by relying on this spider silk rope bridge.

Ye Qi and Qiu Yinong couldn't help but sigh that Xiao Han really had a business mind and could hold his head low.

No wonder he was able to cultivate all the way to the foundation-building stage by relying on the business of collecting scrap magic tools.

Except for a few unlucky ones who fell into the river and disappeared, most people successfully crossed the river.

The spirit child from the secret realm reappeared, pointing to a small hill not far ahead and saying, "In half a quarter of an hour, cross that hill. Those who haven't made it over, move out."

After saying that, he disappeared again.

Suddenly, everyone rode their swords and rushed towards the small hill ahead.

Everyone knew that there was something wrong with that small hill and it would definitely be difficult to cross, but we would have to wait until we got there to find out exactly what the problem was.

But at times like this, the one who rushes the fastest is always the first to step on the landmine.

When they were still a hundred meters away from the foot of the hill and everyone was still not alert, the group of people in the front seemed to have hit an invisible wall and all of them rolled over.

Xiao Han and the other two were sandwiched in the middle of the large group and managed to avoid being felled by a sword.

Fortunately, the monks who were hit were just a little embarrassed and there were no other consequences.

Everyone landed immediately and put away their flying swords.

Having learned their lesson, no one walked fast even when walking on the ground. Everyone moved forward cautiously, fearing that there might be traps on the ground.

When everyone arrived at the foot of the hill, they saw an ordinary hill made up of soil, rocks, weeds, and small trees. For a moment, no one could guess where the test point was.

The slope of the hill is a little steep, but it is still a slope, and the height is less than a kilometer.

However, the time limit set by the mysterious spirit boy was only half a quarter of an hour, so he didn't dare to delay any longer. He would know where the test was after giving it a try.

Soon, everyone walked up the hill.

No one dared to fly away, and no one even dared to walk too fast and get to the front.

There are fewer and fewer warriors who dare to explore new paths.

Everyone climbed carefully for about a hundred meters, but still didn't find where the trap was, so they naturally couldn't help but speed up.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

All the monks felt their feet slip, and their feet rolled down like mortals stepping on the icy slope.

No, I am a cultivator, a foundation-building cultivator, I can’t play like this.

Fortunately, everyone quickly regained control of their bodies, and then looked at the hillside which was not smooth at all.

I don't know how the smoothness of the hillside came about, but it made these foundation-building monks feel like they were stepping on a slippery slope with no adhesion at all in an instant.

Since it's just a trap on a slippery hillside, and it doesn't seem to be life-threatening.

So someone thought of a trick.

Controlling the flying sword, he bent his body and flew at a height of about one foot above the slope.

Then, the first smart guy who took advantage of the situation was suppressed by the sudden gravity of space and fell to the ground. Then his feet slipped and he rolled down again.