Journey to the West: God-level Gathering Technique

"Damn it, you're still so disgusting, I'll roast you later."

"Master, look at the psychic grass." Jiang Han looked up in the air, "It's really a psychic grass! Oh oh, I finally found it! Oops" Jiang Han lost control and was about to fall.The bird took the opportunity to struggle away, turned a few times in the air, and flew away.

"You still dare to laugh at me?" Jiang Han slapped his right hand in the air, his body borrowed strength again, and Jiang Han glides in the air.One turned and came to the edge of the deep ditch.Jiang Han stood there in a daze, feeling a lot of emotion.

Where there is a will, there is a way!

Here, the scenery is beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The deep canal divides a mountain into two parts, one is a peak, and the other is at the foot of the mountain. The water in the deep canal is rushing, yawning like a sleeping beauty. Walking up the mountain is like a few close friends drinking.

Jiang Han looked at the piles of psychic grass on the steep peak, leaned down with one body, and let himself fall into the deep ditch.It's been a long time since I took a shower, just in time, take a shower.

After an incense stick, Jiang Han jumped out of the deep ditch, "It's time to absorb the psychic grass." Jiang Han climbed a few feet to the top of the mountain and carefully picked a psychic grass, Jiang Han put it on his head , absorbed it attentively.

Close your eyes and feel, the wind is blowing Jiang Han, as if a pair of hands are massaging Jiang Han, I feel that the world is one with me, there is nothing, no self.

The sun was shaking his head in the west, Caixia was smiling, and Jiang Han was drooling. At this time, Jiang Han's head was shaking, suddenly too much, Liu Yuan woke up in shock and opened his eyes.

"Why did I fall asleep?" looked at Wanxia, ​​"It's so late, could this grass still hypnotize you?"

"Maybe the owner is too tired, and this is a good place to sleep!"

"Yes, it must be like this, it's so beautiful! It really will be the top of the mountain, and you can see all the small mountains!" Jiang Han looked at the foot of the mountain, "Isn't that the stone marked by the witch doctor grandpa? It's like a monument, look This is Bianshan! This is really a good place, I have to build my shelter somewhere on the hillside, so that I can practice in the future."

Every day, Jiang Han picked dozens of psychic grasses to absorb, practiced physical fitness with a large stone tablet on his back, practiced flying butterfly dance in deep canals, and practiced Niu Chongquan with trees in the woods. The days passed day by day.

Three months later, Jiang Han was drinking water in a mountain stream, and suddenly a big snake jumped out of the water. Jiang Han backed up a few meters, "sizzling, sizzling" and spitting out a letter.

"Master, is this Hong Mang, or a middle-level and low-level beast."

"What is low and high?"

"Beasts are divided into four levels, low-level, middle-level, high-level, and sacred (holy) beasts. The first three levels are divided into high, middle and low. The grouper tiger last time was low-level and intermediate."

"Then you see, I have the ability to fight."

"Master, you have the ability to barely fight, but you have not yet stepped into the threshold of cultivating immortals. If you are an intermediate-level wild beast, you will be invincible at the early stage of the earth immortal!"

Jiang Han saw that Hong Mang didn't seem to have any intention of attacking, so he shook his hand and was about to leave, "We don't interfere with river water, you live in your ditch, and I live on top of my mountain, that's all."

Shui Mang looked at him stupidly, "Master, look at the white ones in the water."

"what is that,"

"That should be her egg"

"Oh! Its eggs so would be here,"

"It should have rained a few days ago, the stream increased, and its eggs were washed down." ..