Li Biwei was stunned for a moment and replied, her eyes still full of doubts.

At this time, everyone basically reacted and looked at Li Biwei and didn't laugh out loud.

"Silly, can't spiritual soil be used to plant spiritual medicines and spiritual materials? Go to Yuan Jun to find out what spiritual medicines and spiritual materials are suitable for artificial cultivation, and then go to search and buy some of them everywhere, and circle a piece of land. When there are more spiritual planters in the tribe, you will not be spiritual medicines and spiritual materials all over the mountains and fields, so you can pick them!"

Now, Li Biwei suddenly realized and blushed. Only then did she realize that she was obsessed with a cramped look. When everyone saw this, they burst into laughter.

Seeing that Li Biwei understood, Li Qingxiao nodded at the end and asked everyone else in the clan to retreat.

Only four brothers of the same generation were left behind, namely Li Qingming, Li Qingkang, Li Qingjie, Li Qinghan, and himself, a total of five people.

Li Qingxiao took out a sky-blue long sword from the ring, and everyone suddenly became a little short of breath. Looking at the Dinghai Sword, some tears faintly appeared in their eyes.

"Grandpa left a ban in Dinghai Sword back then. I think there must be some last words in it. I am worried that if my grandpa has any unfulfilled wishes, the second and third uncles are already old after all, so I left you alone.

Even if there is any important situation, you are not allowed to tell it to the public. Just stay in the hearts of the five brothers, do you know?"

Li Qingxiao had already guessed what his great-grandfather left behind. After all, it was a big deal, so he only left four people of the Qing generation, and also gave them a vaccination in advance.

The four of them nodded at the same time, and Li Qingjie said with a strong expression: "Don't worry, second brother, if my great-grandfather has any unfulfilled wish, I will sacrifice my life and help him fulfill it!"

Li Qingxiao nodded in a heavy mood, condensed a drop of essence and blood, dripping onto the sky-blue sword.

Straws of blue mist rose from the sea sword, and soon became a large fog, filling the room, forming a series of pictures like memories flashed, and soon frozen in the air.
Chapter completed!