Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 88
The dialect needs a large amount, and the store also offered a discount. After leaving Tianyilou, Dialect quickly bought more than 200 raw materials for Yangshen Pill, entered Tianlai Inn and rented a room, and after setting up the Soul Devouring Formation, Started his own alchemy business.

Refining elixir can improve one's cultivation, so dialect is not worried that it will waste cultivation because of this, but the success rate of this nourishing elixir is too low, and it was only close to 200% at the best time in the past. It would be nice to have twenty pills out of one batch of ingredients.

Dialect crossed his knees and closed his eyes in the guest room, carefully summarizing what he could improve on. Dialect was able to cultivate from a pawnbroker who knew nothing to the eleventh level of Qi refining in just a few years, except for luck In addition, what is more important is that he is diligent in summarizing and thinking.

He didn't take any action for a day, and adjusted his state to the best. On the second day, Dialect took out the alchemy furnace, and instead of igniting the fire on the ground, he recruited Chichan casually. This is what Fangyan just thought of. If Chichan can replace The Lihuo provided by myself, even if it is not as long-lasting as myself, but it can help me a lot at critical moments. If I can concentrate on controlling the spirit grass liquid, the success rate should be much higher. In the past, because I was distracted, I often failed.

Chichan really lived up to the dialect's expectations. Although it was only a small share, it solved a big problem for dialect. With the addition of Chichan, dialect not only speeded up alchemy, but most importantly, The alchemy success rate more than doubled.

The time is spent constantly refining the spirit grass, gathering pills, and taking pills.I only went out on the day of the Tianyilou auction, and my treasure was not bad, and the transaction price was higher than the Thai monks estimated before. It was sold for [-] spirit stones, which was just as high as the dialect wanted. Jie Dan Fang did not appear.

A month passed quickly. Looking at the fifty pills of nourishing spirit in his hand, Fang Yan was very happy. Although the rate of [-]% of the pills was achieved with the help of Chichan, he was proud enough, and Dialect had also mastered himself. The reason for the failure is that the spiritual consciousness is not strong enough. In fact, the spiritual consciousness of the dialect is much stronger than that of monks of the same level. Generally, the soul of the foundation-building monks is not as concise as the dialect. Without Chichan, it would be possible to raise the alchemy rate to the current level.

It’s just that Yue Linglong, who was promised to come, hasn’t come after two or three days. After waiting for two days, Fang Yan simply stopped waiting, left the Tianlai Inn, left the Tiangui Market, and flew towards Mo Lingzong. Fang Yan also plans to go back to Fenzhou Mansion. Since he came out with Ji Yaoguang, he hasn't visited his parents' graves and offered incense, so he should go back and have a look.

At this moment, Yue Linglong is also flying in the direction of Tianguixu. It is also because of the dialect that she has obtained three treasures for no reason, and one of them is middle-grade. It won't be much higher, this month's practice is enough to get familiar with these few things, if it is not suddenly remembered that dialect is still in Tianguixu, I don't know how long it will be before Yue Linglong comes out of the secret room.

Ji Yaoguang is even worse, the one with the highest cultivation level still has a magic weapon in her body that has not been fully sacrificed, which is worse than Yue Linglong, and she has not finished cultivating several treasures until now.

The two met on the way, and after Fang Yan left ten pills, he gave all the rest of the Yangshen Pills to Yue Linglong. Without much conversation, Fang Yan hurriedly left Yue Linglong and flew towards Fenzhou Mansion.

It wasn't that Fang Yan didn't want to talk to Yue Linglong, but that he suddenly felt a wave of spiritual consciousness sweeping over him. Yue Linglong didn't feel anything at all. Fang Yan could be sure that this spiritual consciousness must be aimed at him. When he just left Tiangui Market I have noticed that the previous one can be said to be accidental, and it is not so simple to follow one after another. It is not something that ordinary foundation-building monks can do to be able to sweep the spiritual consciousness to themselves from such a distance.

Dialect didn't want to hurt Yue Linglong, so he just said that he wanted to go home and have a look, so he hurriedly left.

Looking at the far away dialect, Yue Linglong was a little puzzled, and then she was very emotional. When she was refining Qi at the fourth and fifth levels, she could help herself resist the third-level high-level monsters. Now that she has not seen her for a few years, not only her cultivation base has greatly increased, but she has even shot They are also treasures, the third-grade Yangshen Pill. Although she didn't know why the dialect left in such a hurry, Yue Linglong didn't ask too much. The current dialect is not worse than her own. After a short stay, Yue Linglong happily returned to Mo Ling Zong, she is still excited about the medium-grade treasure under her feet. She has never felt such a fast speed. The medium-grade treasure in her master's hand is only defensive. In terms of escape speed, it is not as fast as her own. Well, the more I think about it, the more incredible the dialect becomes.

Dialect galloped all the way, and flew tens of thousands of miles in two days. Fenzhou Mansion was already far behind him. What surprised him was that the divine sense behind him was still following him, and he could feel him once in a while. As long as I stop to meditate and recover my mana, the person behind will catch up a lot. Although I can't confirm how far the other party is from me in dialect, I can be sure that the other party is getting closer to me based on the strength of my spiritual consciousness.

Fang Yan could only rely on pills to restore his mana all the way, seeing that he couldn't get rid of the opponent, Fang Yan fell down on a hill, quickly set up the Soul Devouring Formation, threw a Gathering Spirit Pill into his mouth, and meditated to restore his mana. Just don't leave, wait here, and see who is chasing me like this.

I don't know the dialect, and the monk who was standing behind him in a carpet-shaped flying magic weapon was even more surprised. He was standing on a middle-grade flying magic weapon. He had followed the opponent for tens of thousands of miles, but he still hadn't caught up. A high-level magic weapon, I don't know where he is going to fly to?Immediately, the man found that the soul chasing talisman had stopped a thousand miles ahead and was no longer moving, huh?Arrived somewhere?I finally didn’t leave, you caused me to waste so many spirit stones, this time I must be nice to you.

However, he never thought that Fang Yan could detect his spiritual detection, because he trusted his father extremely, that was a great Jindan monk, and the other party was only a small Qi-refining monk, whose cultivation level was much lower than his own. He has two high-level magic weapons in his hands, which are also prepared for himself. At this moment, he has already thought of killing people to seize the treasure.

In less than an hour, when the mana of the dialect recovered more than half, he saw the light flying from the sky, huh?Treasure, no wonder, but Fang Yan immediately discovered the opponent's cultivation base, but it was slightly higher than his own, far from the high-level foundation-building monk he estimated, could it be that he also hid his cultivation base?
"It's you?"

Soon, Fang Yan saw clearly that the person who came was actually Rong Hao who met once again in Mo Lingzong.

"Haha, boy, are you finally leaving?" Rong Hao looked around, making sure that there was nothing around.

"Huh? Brother Rong, you and I have a grudge?" Fang Yan was a little puzzled. He had only met the other party once, and had never even heard of it before. He didn't know why the other party had such a big resentment.

"Haha, boy, there is no hatred at all, but you and Ji Yaoguang have hatred because you are acquainted. I didn't expect you to have such a high-level flying escape magic weapon, but these are mine. Give me the magic weapon obediently, and I will give you a happy ending .”

Hearing these words, Dialect felt very familiar. It seemed that these words were the same every time he was robbed. He squinted at Rong Hao: "Where's your father?"

"Going back to the sect, no, why are you asking about this?"

It's really two hundred and five, Fang Yan doesn't even know how the other party can cultivate to the twelfth level of Qi Refining, if his father is there, Fang Yan will run away immediately without saying a word, then he is a great golden core monk, but it's just Rong Hao in front of him, Fang Yan can't help it. Not so nervous: "Just because you want to kill me?"

"Boy, I don't know where you came from, but you are not a disciple of the sect, and you have never heard of me, Rong Hao. Today I will let you see the high-level magic weapon."

"Hehe, didn't you find something wrong?"

It turned out that the dialect had quietly activated the Soul Devouring Formation, and Rong Hao was already trapped in it.

"En? Soul-devouring formation? It turned out to be a ghost cultivator, but do you think the little Soul-devouring formation can do anything to me? Break it for me." As several golden lights flashed, the souls transformed from the soul-devouring formation The ghosts were scattered one after another and fell back into the soul beads.

"Huh, this is?" Fang Yan knew that the other party must have a high-level magic weapon in his hand, but he didn't expect that his previously very practical Soul Devouring Formation would be destroyed in just one round.

(End of this chapter)