The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

"Do you want a waste pill of the third, fourth or even first or second rank?" Yue Wuxia couldn't help raising her brows when she heard this request, and looked Yun Ying up and down.

"Yes." Yunying nodded earnestly, "Maybe I can't take too many high-grade pills, but it should be no problem to take thousands of bottles of low-grade pills to the Kelan Desert."

Yue Wuxia put down the jade slip in her hand, looked at Yun Ying and asked, "May I ask, what gave you this idea?"

"I just found out that for me, the impurities in the elixir do not exist. On the contrary, the more impurities in the elixir, the more benefits I can reap."

Yunying answered Yue Wuxia's questions seriously.

If someone else said such things, Yue Wuxia must have thought she was going crazy, but Yun Ying complained about such things, but no one would doubt the authenticity of these words.

Yue Wuxia looked at Yunying seriously, Yunying raised her eyebrows and looked back.

"Can you tell me honestly, how much magic is left in your dharma body?"

Yunying sighed, she knew she would be asked this question.

"I'm afraid that if I tell them all, the suzerain will doubt me."

"Doubt is the attitude that a responsible clan must have." Yue Wuxia said.

"Okay." Yunying looked at Yue Wuxia's clear eyebrows, and slowly told all the abnormalities on her body that she had practiced to this day, including the gray glue in the bone marrow, and the two drops of blood roasting her eyes. of black residue.

She took out the thing made of black slag and held it in her palm.

"This thing..." Yue Wuxia took it in her hand, looked it over carefully, and said with a frown, "It looks like a coal ball."

Then she noticed the problem.

"Can't spiritual consciousness penetrate into it?"

She looked up at Yunying.

"Is this really made of something in your bone marrow?"

Yunying nodded, and Yue Wuxia immediately took the briquette and smashed it hard on the table a few times, Yunying saw that her bones were hurting, so she stopped slowly, and whispered softly: "Interesting, really interesting."

There were a few small dents on the table case made of eight-grade Ningzhiyu, but the thing that looked like coal balls didn't have any scratches.

Yue Wuxia thought that her experience was not superficial, but she just couldn't understand the origin of this thing, let alone read any records related to it.

"Aying, you are really a treasure trove of wonders, you can always come up with things I have never heard of." Yue Wuxia said, raising her eyes to look at Yunying, "Is there any gray glue left? Can you let me have a look too? "

Yun Ying nodded slightly, she still had a few jars of gray glue that was forced out by running her spirit energy, so she casually took a small bottle to Yue Wuxia.

When giving the thing, she didn't forget to remind: "Don't use spiritual power to test it, this thing may turn into a gray mist if it gets a little bit of spiritual energy, and then it will keep devouring things."

When she said this, Yue Wuxia was about to send her spiritual power in for a try, but when she heard this, she stopped her movements slowly.

"Put these two things here with me first, and talk about them when you come back."

When Yue Wuxia said this, there was a hint of danger in her eyes: "If you can survive the troubles you caused and come back alive."

Yunying found out helplessly that she no longer had any credibility with the sect leader. Now Yue Wuxia looked at her as if she was looking at a troublemaker who was constantly in trouble.

But she is still very willing to clean up the traces of this troublemaker, which makes Yunying feel warm.