章節 142: Spirit Spring Stele

*BOOM*

A cultivator stood before a stone monument as he raised his fist and punched at it. The stone monument shone with a dim light as a single circle appeared on it.

" Tch, A single circle of power? You should be ashamed!"

" Hurry up and get off! Let me try!"

Long Ming and the group of Four Seasons Valley reached the Spirit Spring Stele, where a large crowd was gathering before it.

The enthusiastic cultivators punched the stele with all their strength. After their punch, a circle would appear on it.

A Peak True Core Formation realm cultivator walked forward and punched the stele. The stele shone with a bright light with ten rings. Suddenly, a drop of crystal clear water appeared befoe him, entering his body.

" Is that Spirit Milk?" Long Ming looked at it with surprise. " I don't think so. The aura of that drop is so weak."