Chapter 462: : Tomb of Congenital Masters

"Come back!"
Fang Bai stretched out his hand, patted the back of the ghost hand, and said angrily: "If you don't know what's going on inside, just dive in? What if you encounter danger? Don't kill it?"
Guishou chuckled and said: "It's just a cave, what can be dangerous..."
Before his words fell, Fang Bai frowned suddenly, then grabbed one of his arms and shouted in a low voice: "Someone! Go!"
Guishou couldn't help himself, was taken by Fang Bai, and quickly swept toward a thicket of grass three hundred meters away from the east side of the hill, squatting down there and hiding.
"Try to restrain your breath and don't talk!"
Fang Bai said to the ghost hand with the method of condensing the line of sound transmission.
Guishou Jian Fangbai's expression was not as serious as he had never been. He dared not make a sound, and nodded silently, condensing his own breath to prevent it from leaking.
The "Buddha's Fury Golden Rod Technique" he practiced was taught by Fang Bai. It has a very high level. As long as he deliberately restrains his martial artist's aura, even if his realm cultivation is much stronger than him, he can never feel it.
More than ten minutes later, an obese Taoist man in sloppy clothes got out of the hole in the hill. After patted the dead leaves and dust on his body, he looked around and made sure that there was no one. He turned around and pulled a rope tied to his wrist.
"Unexpectedly, that fat Taoist was actually a prefecture-level high-level warrior! Will there be such a master in the Chinese secular ancient martial world?"
After Fang Bai sensed the martial artist's breath on that fat road, he couldn't help but secretly startled.
Prior to this, Fang Bai’s most powerful opponent was Nangongming, the core disciple from the "Ghost Doctor Valley" of the hidden gate, but Nangongming was only an earth-level elementary warrior. Compared with the fat Taoist in front of him, Too much difference.
Although Guishou couldn't sense the strength of the fat Taoist priest, but seeing Fang Bai's expression, he guessed that the other party was a great figure, and he was more cautious, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.
The fat Taoist kept pulling the rope in his hand, and after a while, a big bag that was tall for a person appeared at the end of the rope.
"Haha, got rich... got rich..."
The fat Taoist muttered, and dragged the big bag to the ground with joy.
Then squatted in front of the mouth of the bag, untied the rope that tied the mouth of the bag, took out a few colorful things from inside, and played with it in his hands.
"Yuanshi!"
After Fang Bai and Guishou saw the colorful things in the fat Taoist hands, they silently glanced at each other, and their spirits suddenly lifted.
Under the sun, the few yuan stones in the fat Taoist's hands were shining brightly, emitting a dazzling light, so far away, Fang Bai and the ghost hand also sensed the vitality fluctuations emanating from the root stones.
If the big bag is filled with yuan stones, then roughly, there are at least several hundred yuan.
For the martial artist, the elementary stone is a very scarce training resource. Fang Bai had some before, and he later gave a lot of them. In addition to his own training needs, there is now nothing left in the space ring.
If you could the big bag at the feet of the fat Taoist priest, the hundreds of yuan stones in it would be enough for them to practice for a while.
When he thought of this, Guishou's eyes were almost green, and he wanted to jump up and rush over, slapped the fat Taoist priest with a slap, and took his big bag as his own.
Fang Bai raised his hand and pressed Guishou's shoulder, giving him an impulsive look, and Guishou nodded to express his knowledge.
"The number of primordial stones in this innate master's tomb is not 100,000 but 80,000. It's a pity that I can only bring out so much at a time... the ancestors are stubborn! If this continues, can the year of the monkey be able to get all the primordial stones inside? "
After stuffing the few yuan stones in his hand into the big bag and re-tying the bag with a rope, the fat Taoist muttered to himself with regret.
Hearing that the hill was actually the tomb of an innate master, and there were still one hundred and eighty thousand yuan stones in it, the blood of the ghost hand was boiling, and even the calm white face of the original face was bright.
In the legends of the ancient Chinese martial arts world, as long as the martial artist is advanced to the innate master, he can break the void and enter the mysterious and magnificent world of comprehension.
It is said that Shaolin Bodhidharma Patriarch, Zhongnan Chongyang Taoist, Wudang Sanfeng real person, etc., have been promoted to innate masters one after another, eventually breaking the void and flying away.
But after all, it is a matter of legend, whether it is true or false, then different people have different opinions.
If the person buried in this tomb is really an innate master, then among the objects buried with him, there must be many training resources that make the warriors in this world crazy.
Apart from anything else, if there are really one hundred and eighty-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-stone stone in the tomb, this alone is enough to cause an unprecedented turmoil in the Chinese secular and ancient martial arts world. , Will be unwilling to be lonely, come out to participate in the scramble competition.
For Fang Bai and Gui Shou, if there were tens of thousands of Yuan Stones in their hands, it would be enough to support them in their cultivation for a long time.
After Fang Bai's rebirth was reborn, the most indispensable thing was all kinds of martial arts and martial arts. What he lacked was only the cultivation resources. He needed it no matter the elixir, elixir, spiritual weapon or primordial stone, and the more the better.
With the improvement of the realm cultivation level, Fang Bai is now practicing once, and the cultivation resources consumed are several times that of the ghost hands and others. Without a large amount of cultivation resources as support, Fang Bai’s strength advancement will be extremely slow. Even stagnated.
The road of martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Therefore, for the martial artist, the lack of training resources will be a very distressing thing.
Although pure body training can rely on stimulating the ultimate potential of the body again and again to achieve the purpose of condensing the true essence, increasing the strength of the physical body, and even breaking through the ranks, it is undoubtedly much more difficult than using training resources to promote strength improvement.
Therefore, obtaining training resources and using them to assist in training is a shortcut for martial artists to increase their strength.
Since there is a shortcut to go, who is willing to pay hundreds of times of hardships to advance through physical training?
Even Fang Bai now doesn't want to spend too much time on body refining.
"go!"
Seeing that the fat Taoist was about to drag a big bag containing a large amount of primordial stones to leave, Fang Bai's eyes flashed, and he jumped out of the grass and swept towards the fat Taoist.
Guishou knew that Master must have been thinking of "robbing money", and yelled in excitement, and followed him with his physical exercises.
The two people are in the shape of electricity, and the distance of 300 meters has passed in the blink of an eye, one after another, blocking the front and back roads of the fat Taoist priest.
The fat Taoist did not expect that there would be someone hiding nearby, and he did not expect that with his own strength, he had not sensed the presence of the two people in front of him, and his face changed slightly.
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