Fantasy: I'm in a discarded alchemy room, but I can turn trash into treasure!

As the fist pressed down on his face, Qin Mo's vision suddenly became completely bright.

The stone steps, the black stone walls, and the people around them were all swallowed up by the golden light.

All that could be heard was the sharp sound of true energy vibrating; even Xiao Chengyue's footsteps were indistinguishable.

Qin Mo raised his arm, but it was too late.

A heavy punch slammed into his chest.

His protective qi and blood were forced back into his body on the spot, the stone steps beneath Qin Mo's feet shattered, and his body flew backward.

Stone pillars along the way broke off one after another, and the pebbles brushed against our clothes, making a series of cracking sounds.

Hundreds of feet away, a black mountain wall loomed towards them.

boom!

Qin Mo crashed into the mountainside, causing the entire mountain wall to collapse inward.

The stone fell from above and filled the crater in the blink of an eye.

Sikong Jisong released the bowstring, and purple lightning danced on the bow arm.

She lifted her foot to chase after him, but Cang Wuyue grabbed her wrist.

"First, assess his situation."

Cang Wuyue's fingers tightened, and a sharp pain returned from her old abdominal wound.

Her face was pale, and the short knife was still held horizontally in front of her, the tip of the knife slightly sunken.

Sikong Ji stared at the pile of rubble in the distance, his thumb resting on the fletching of an arrow.

"Get out of the way."

Her voice was not loud, and the bowstring had already been pulled back half an inch.

Xiao Chengyue raised his hand to block the two of them.

The five Xiao clan cultivators behind him immediately dispersed, blocking the stone steps leading to the heavens.

"If he's really capable, he should climb out himself."

Xiao Chengyue glanced at the mountain wall, and slowly withdrew the golden true essence from his arm.

His gaze fell on Sikong Ji, then swept over the short knife in Cang Wuyue's hand.

"You two still want to fight? One of you hasn't recovered your Lei Yuan, and the other can't even circulate your dantian. If you rush in, you'll only end up with two more corpses."

Sikong Ji pressed his fingertips against the bowstring, and Zidian emitted a soft sound.

Xiao Chengyue raised his chin, his tone mocking: "Chu Wuming relied on his defensive treasures to take a punch, does he really think he can take it a second time?"

Cang Wuyue pursed her lips and pushed the short knife forward half an inch.

They could all see the power of that punch.

If Qin Moruo hadn't blocked it, the body inside the mountain wall would have remained still.

Xiao Chengyue, however, already regarded Qin Mo as a dead man.

He turned and walked to the center of the stone steps, golden light spreading out beneath his feet.

With each step, the pebbles bounced gently on the ground.

"After I retrieve that treasure, I will bring his body-refining technique back to the Xiao family."

Xiao Chengyue slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking softly.

"This legacy now belongs to the Xiao family."

Deep in the mountainside, a rock rolled out.

Then, more gravel fell from the pit.

Qin Mo raised his hand to brace himself against a boulder that was pressing down on his shoulder, and with a burst of strength, the boulder immediately rolled to the side.

He came out from inside.

The clothes were mostly torn, the fabric at the chest was ripped into several pieces, and the shoulders were covered in dust.

Qin Mo looked down at his chest, then raised his hand to touch the spot where he had been hit by a fist.

The skin was intact, without even a faint scar.

The five elements of Qi and blood in the body circulate slowly.

The metal element true essence that had invaded the bones was blocked by the Five Elements Golden Body. After circling around, it was absorbed by the Qiankun Transformation Furnace.

The patterns on the stove surface lit up briefly.

Qin Mo raised his hand to brush the stone dust off his shoulder and stepped onto the Path to Heaven.

Sikong Ji stopped drawing his bow.

Cang Wuyue's grip on the knife slowly loosened, the bloodstains left by her fingernails still visible on her palm.

Xiao Chengyue's expression changed.

He stared at Qin Mo's chest for a moment, then looked at the ancient broken sword in Qin Mo's hand.

Qin Mo walked to the edge of the stone steps and stopped.

"Come and take the treasure you mentioned."

His voice was flat and indifferent, and his right hand was already hanging down at his side.

Xiao Chengyue's eyelid twitched.

As a Golden Core cultivator, he used seventy percent of his strength in that punch.

After Qin Mo took this hit, his clothes were torn, but his body was not injured, which must mean that he was hiding a top-grade defensive magic treasure.

What's even more troublesome is that Qin Mo, with his Foundation Establishment cultivation, could withstand a Golden Core cultivator's heavy punch, and his body-refining method was also extremely amazing.

If he can bring these two items back to the Xiao family, his status in the Battle Hall will definitely rise another step.

Xiao Chengyue stretched out his hand, palm facing Qin Mo.

"Hand over your magic weapon and body-refining technique, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Qin Mo looked at him and tapped his finger on the hilt of his sword.

"You win first, then we'll talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone slab beneath Xiao Chengyue's feet suddenly cracked.

Golden true energy surged from his body, flowing along his arm and into his fist.

Nine golden patterns lit up simultaneously, forcibly pulling the surrounding spiritual energy towards them, and large patches of golden light appeared on the path to heaven.

The five Xiao clan cultivators retreated several steps.

Hua Meiniang, who was on Sikong Ji's shoulder, was awakened by the lightning. Her eyelashes trembled a few times, but she was dragged back to close her eyes by her injuries.

Sikong Ji immediately lowered his bow and used his arm to shield her.

Cang Wuyue raised his sword to protect Luo Xiaoman, and the old wound on his wrist reopened, with beads of blood sliding down the hilt of the sword.

Qin Mo stood still.

Xiao Chengyue shattered the stone slab beneath his feet and soared into the air.

Nine golden fists were unleashed simultaneously, nine golden fist shadows pressing down from all sides. The fists grazed the stone pillar, breaking it into several pieces on the spot.

The path to heaven was completely covered by golden fist shadows.

Each punch was imbued with the true essence of metal, and their landing points intersected.

With his front, back, left, and right sides blocked off, Qin Mo's only retreat option was the mountain wall behind him.

Xiao Chengyue had already anticipated this.

He wanted to make Qin Mo crash into the mountain again.

The golden fist shadow drew closer and closer to Qin Mo, the intense pressure causing his clothes to cling to his body.

Qin Mo's five elements of qi and blood rose from the soles of his feet, and dark gold patterns gradually appeared along the back of his hands.

The Heaven and Earth Dharma Eye is opened.

The golden light before their eyes immediately became clear.

The trajectories of the nine fist shadows appeared one by one, and the feints, changes of direction, and convergence of true energy all fell into Qin Mo's sight.

Among the nine fist shadows, there is only one real fist.

The fist was hidden behind the third beam of light on the right, and its target was not his chest.

Xiao Chengyue was about to suddenly change direction and smash into Qin Mo's dantian as the fist shadow closed.

Qin Mo moved his toes slightly.

The first punch grazed his left shoulder and struck the stone pillar behind him.

The second fist flashed past my ear, and the golden light carved a deep trench in the ground.

The third and fourth attempts both failed.

Xiao Chengyue's right fist was already close to Qin Mo's abdomen, the golden patterns on the fist surface were all open, and his true essence was compressed to its maximum.

Just as the fist was only half a foot away from Qin Mo, Qin Mo took a step forward.

His right hand reached out ahead of time, and his five fingers gripped Xiao Chengyue's wrist.

The fist stopped in mid-air.

Xiao Chengyue's arm was forcibly intercepted, and the nine fist shadows, having lost the pull of true energy, all came to a halt.

Qin Mo tightened his grip.

Click!

Xiao Chengyue's wrist bone fractured first, followed by his metacarpal and phalangeal bones.

Golden true essence emanated from his fist, and a large number of fist shadows collapsed simultaneously, causing the golden light on the path to heaven to suddenly extinguish.

Qin Mo looked up at him.

"My second punch is coming up."

Xiao Chengyue's wrist was held in Qin Mo's hand, and his entire arm trembled continuously.

The fine cracking sound continued, and the color drained from his face little by little.

Qin Mo's arm jerked, and he grabbed Xiao Chengyue's wrist and pulled him in front of him.

Xiao Chengyue lost his balance and crashed into him.

Qin Mo raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

Snapped!

Xiao Chengyue flew out horizontally, smashing through several stone pillars.

As the rubble rolled down, he hit the edge of the path to heaven, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and half of his face immediately swelled up.