"Well, Zhao boy, you are very good, this thing is not small, and it really shouldn't be put in your place anymore.

Wang Feng flicked the folding fan in his right hand, and the sword-shaped blade on Zhao Yanbo's palm disappeared without a trace.

"The sect master praised it falsely, boy, I dare not be ashamed. This strange treasure is the suzerain's thing, the kid asked himself, he has already gained a lot of chance, how dare he take it for himself?" Zhao Yanbo folded his hands and saluted, and responded respectfully.

"Then tell me about your understanding of this strange treasure. Wang Feng glanced at Zhao Yanbo again and asked casually noncommittally.

"Based on the disciple's knowledge, a rough look at this strange treasure should be helpful to the comprehension of the magic, and it should also have the ability to protect the flying magic weapon. Zhao Yanbo replied cautiously after considering his words.

"Well, there's some truth to what you're saying. Well, let's take a look at the strangeness of this ancient lost earth-based technique, painting the ground as a dungeon.

Wang Feng didn't judge Zhao Yanbo's answer much, and his tone changed, and he said that he wanted to take a look at the technique of painting the ground as a prison that he had comprehended.

Regarding his own sect master's request, Zhao Yanbo naturally had no reason not to agree, but just showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, as if there was something unspeakable.

Wang Feng was also a person with a clear mind, and as soon as he thought about it, he knew where Zhao Yanbo's dilemma was, thinking that this place was located on the attic on the third floor of the Refining Hall.

This kid is afraid that he will not control it properly, so he will ruin this place, which will not be beautiful, but it is not good to deny himself in person, so he will hesitate.

For a monk like Zhao Yanbo, who has not yet reached the Jindan stage, he cannot invoke the free aura between heaven and earth.

It is naturally no problem to use the spiritual power stored in his dantian to perform the spells he has already learned.

It's just a matter of casting spells, trying to take them back or control them, and that's something you don't want to think about.

However, what was so difficult about these for Wang Feng, it was just a change of thought, and the three of them changed their positions and came to the outside of the Refining Hall.

However, this glance swept over Wang Feng and he was a little surprised, originally I heard what Jian Lai said before, this meta-core space has expanded again, and it is only regarded as expanding again, and I didn't pay much attention to it.

In his own mind, his spiritual power realm has not improved much recently, and the expansion of the Yuan Core should be minimal.

However, it has forgotten that the expansion of the space within the Yuan Core and the condensation of the ontology are all based on the cultivation of the Shangqing Yuan Gong, rather than the realm improvement of the spiritual power exercises.

Shangqing Yuan Gong this exercise, since his spiritual power skill realm broke through to the foundation building period, under various causes and circumstances, in the void directly above the Yuan Core space, a small vortex that could rotate on its own was left behind.

This small vortex kept rotating, helping Wang Feng absorb the energy of the moon day and night, refining the Yuan Core.

To put it mildly, even if Wang Feng doesn't do anything now, he eats and waits for death all day long, then his Shangqing Yuan Gong will also be automatically upgraded over time under this small vortex constantly absorbing the energy of Yuehua.

There, the small vortex that was located above the Yuan Core Space and constantly absorbing the moonlight had long been hidden by Wang Feng and was not visible to the outside.

Therefore, this caused Wang Feng to ignore this matter for a while.

As for what Jian Lai said before, it was a little exaggerated, and Wang Feng was powerless to complain in his heart.

I really don't know what judgment he is based on, in terms of what he sees in front of him.

That's a little bit, it's basically a third of the previous area.

If the original area of the Yuan Core Space was about one hundred square meters, then now it must be at least more than one hundred and thirty square meters, so it is no wonder that he moved directly to the third floor of the Refining Hall before and did not see a few little guys meditating and cultivating on it.

I think they have found a suitable place to cultivate, after all, for monks, they are most afraid of being disturbed when they are cultivating, and it is still good to have a secluded place.

As for the area on the third floor of the Refining Weapon Hall, I think they left it for their own sect master by default, but they have a heart.

When his thoughts turned to this, Wang Feng suddenly remembered one thing, that is, using his simulation skills to create a suitable cultivation environment, could he have the same effect as a spirit builder.

It may have been a little stretched before, but at this time, the expansion of the meta-core space just gave Wang Feng a chance to try his hand.

To say that the expansion of this meta-core space is somewhat interesting, it is actually spread out to the surroundings with the refining hall as the core.

Could it be that the location that this refining hall had moved in before was the central area of the Yuan Core Space?

It's just that this idea was vetoed by itself as soon as it arose, and he faintly felt in his heart that it was inseparable from the fragment of the Zhentian Monument.

In the blue shirt on his chest, he was hiding another fragment that he accidentally obtained from this trip, and when he was here, he could avoid a few people to test it.

Now that the Yuan Core space has been further expanded, what Wang Feng is thinking about now is to move the Refining Hall to a corner of the country to make more space.

After all, the small sapling that evolved from Hongmeng purple qi is the object of key protection.

However, although he is now the head of a sect, it is not easy to make a decision, so it is better to wait for everyone to arrive in a while and sit down to discuss it together.

Wang Feng has a lot of thoughts in his mind here, and the reality is only a moment.

"Sect Master, I'm ready, can I start?"

Zhao Yanbo was obviously not surprised by his own sect master's ability to move people out of thin air, and he didn't need to adapt to it at all, so he spoke directly.

"Okay, let's get started.

Wang Feng flashed ruthlessly and came to Zhao Yanbo's side a foot away, so that he could observe more clearly.

Zhao Yanbo stood there quietly, did not open his mouth to answer again, only to see him take a deep breath, his hands kept changing, as if wearing a butterfly.

Soon, on Zhao Yanbo's palms of both hands, a very rich ball of earth spiritual power was condensed

, "Disease..."

With Zhao Yanbo's soft voice, I saw that the two rich earth spiritual power flew out towards the front, and when I said goodbye, I saw a cage surrounded by up,

down, left and right.

That's right, it's a cage, a cage made of earth and rock.

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