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"He is the Ninth Grade Qin Immortal!" Wang Tengyun fell to the ground, spitting blood.
He was the only one who was actually hurt among these people.
When Meng Chuan played the piano just now, he took special care of him.
Now I don't even have the strength to stand up.
Ninth Grade Qin Immortal, this is already the top of the pyramid among the Qin Immortals.
Wang Tengyun had come into contact with the Eighth Grade Qin Xian before, and had also heard him play fairy music.
When playing the piano, the condensed Dao Yun is definitely not as strong as it is in front of you.
Therefore, he dared to conclude that Meng Chuan was definitely a Ninth Grade Qin Immortal.
"I actually provoked the Ninth Grade Qin Immortal!"
"hiss!"
He took a sharp breath.
Almost sucked my brain into my lungs.
At this time, Wang Tengyun's intestines are really green with regret.
If I had known that there was such a ninth-grade qin fairy in Yaoxian Valley, what kind of scheming was there to ask for more lyra fruit?
It's better to make friends with this Qin fairy.
Even without Lyra fruit.
As long as you can get the advice of the other party, the effect is definitely a hundred times stronger than that of Lyra fruit.
The guidance of the Ninth Grade Qin Immortal not only allowed him to be promoted to the Eighth Grade, but also paved a way in advance on the road to the Ninth Grade.
If there is no guidance, if you want to be promoted to the ninth rank, you really don't know that you have to wait until the year of the monkey.
But now?
Because of the two lyrae fruits, Yaoxiangu was completely annoyed.
The faces are torn apart, and the two sides have no affection at all.
And just now Meng Chuan had already stated his position.
The Qin Dao World was warning him that this Qin Xian was really angry.
If Meng Chuan wanted to, he could be killed at any time.
Just play the piano.
clank!
Zheng!
Meng Chuan swayed the strings flexibly with his fingers.
More and more Dao Yun flew towards the Celestial Qin Immortal Tree.
After the fairy tree absorbed the piano path, its branches swayed from side to side.
It's like a pair of hands are shaking.
On the slender branch, a flower bud emerges.
"The flower bone has condensed!" Li Zhengyang barely supported his body and got up from the ground.
During this period, his eyes never left the fairy tree.
To condense the flower buds, this is the most important moment.
How much fruit the Celestial Qin Immortal Tree can bear depends on this time.
Liu Mengyue stood up with support, and leaned against the big tree next to her.
He asked Li Zhengyang next to him, "How many flower bones do you think you can condense this time?"
"I don't know..." Li Zhengyang had never experienced such a situation.
Tianqin fairy tree has grown in Yaoxian Valley for thousands of years.
In the beginning, all the people looking for were Wupin Qinxian.
With the strength of a fifth-grade qin fairy, playing for a hundred years can probably make the Tian Qin tree condense four or five Tian Qin fruits.
Afterwards, after the Celestial Qin Immortal Tree grew up a bit, it looked for the Sixth Grade Qin Immortal.
If you play it for a hundred years, you will probably be able to produce seven lyra fruits.
The words of the Seventh Grade Qin Immortal can condense ten Lyra Fruits.
If there are several bad performances in the middle, the fruit will usually be reduced by one.
Ten became nine.
Nothing has ever happened.
Just like today, the seventh-rank Qinxian put down the pick and replaced it with the ninth-rank Qinxian.
"In terms of the strength of Qin Dao, the ninth-rank Qinxian is definitely dozens of times stronger than the seventh-rank Qinxian." Li Zhengyang analyzed.
"This time the Celestial Qin Immortal Tree has absorbed a large amount of Dao Yun, maybe it can make more than fifteen Celestial Qin Fruits!"
Fifteen pieces is already a number that is usually unimaginable.
In a hundred years, Yaoxian Valley needs about four heavenly materials and earthly treasures of the same value as Lyra fruit to cultivate it.
If ten fruits can be produced, in addition to the benefits given to Qin Xian, there will be three left.
Harvesting three lyra fruits in a hundred years has been quite fruitful.
But if it is changed to fifteen pieces.
Excluding the benefits given to Qin Xian, there are still eight left.
Yaoxian Valley made a lot of money.
"hiss..."
Liu Mengyue gasped when she heard that fifteen pieces might be formed.
"There are so many!"
"The strength of the Ninth Grade Qin Immortal is really extraordinary!"
Even though I had mentally prepared in advance, I never expected to bear so much fruit.
equivalent to half of the previous amount.
"Of course!" Li Zhengyang raised his eyebrows, and his gaze stayed on Liu Mengyue's beautiful face for a while longer.
Although this Liu Mengyue is the Palace Master of Qingyan Immortal Palace, she is not very old, only ten thousand years old.
Among the many palace masters, suzerains, and patriarchs, [-] years old is considered small.
Moreover, Liu Mengyue has practiced the technique of retaining the face, and her appearance looks like 26.
It is the age when a woman looks beautiful.
"It's because Meng Chuan only played it once."
"If he plays every time for a hundred years, this Celestial Qin Immortal Tree will bear fifty fruits at least!"
The fruit of the fairy tree depends on the accumulation of time.
Every year counts.
After accumulating for a hundred years, all the condensed Qin Dao will be condensed.
become fruit.
"What! Fifty pieces!" Liu Mengyue was completely stunned.
If the fairy tree bears fifty fruits, the fairy valley can keep 46.
Isn't it crazy to make money?
Just by imagining it, you know how valuable it is.
"Guzhu Li, you really have taken in a good apprentice!"
The tone of saying this is envious and jealous.
He had heard that Master Gu had recruited a new disciple before, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
But after showing her strength today, she was completely stunned.
Ninth Grade Qin Xian.
That's great?
And the fairy song that was played just now is another peerless famous song.
Murder is invisible.
The suzerains, valley owners, and patriarchs present all fell into the tune.
If this is spread, the world will laugh at it.
"How can those ordinary people fall into the eyes of this old man?" When Li Zhengyang mentioned Meng Chuan, he couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear.
He started to chatter again.
"You..." Liu Mengyue also knew Li Zhengyang's temperament, a person with good face.
Don't admit defeat in everything.
If there is any trivial matter, I like to chatter.
Zheng!
clank!
The movements of Meng Chuan's hands were like flowing water.
Even without the blessing of the Qin Dao, the hearts of the people next to him were still tense after hearing this, for fear that some terrifying enemies would appear around them.
After absorbing the piano path, the number of flower buds is increasing.
In a blink of an eye, ten flower buds grew on the delicate branches.
Li Zhengyang clenched his hands tightly together, fixed his eyes on the branches, and carefully counted the number of flower buds.
"Ten pieces!"
"eleven..."
"Thirteen..."
"fifteen!"
"Already fifteen!"
"It should be almost there!"
According to his estimation, with the blessing of the Ninth Grade Qin Immortal, this immortal tree will bear fifteen flower buds.
No matter how many more, there are only sixteen.
It should not continue to grow after that.
After all, in a hundred years, Jiupin Qinxian only played this once.
The previous gap cannot be made up at once.
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"sixteen!"
When a flower bud appeared on the twig again, Li Zhengyang was overjoyed.
"Seventeen..."
"eighteen..."
"hiss!"