"What is this?" Feilong shouted.

Ding Yi smiled and said, "This is called the Ascension Thunder Pill. If you are disobedient, it will explode. With a 'bang', your body will be buried here, but your soul will rise to the sky."

Feilong was skeptical. After a while, he seemed to think of something and laughed again.

"Thank you for telling me this, but you seem to have forgotten that we are in the magic array, and your spiritual consciousness cannot travel through the magic array. You can't threaten me with these, hehe..."

Ding Yi also laughed.

"I still like you like a meat mountain. Although you look like a fat pig, you are at least a little honest. After you become thinner, you are too treacherous and too despicable. You might as well look behind you."

Feilong was called a fat pig by Ding Yi, and he was very angry, but after hearing Ding Yi's words, he glanced at the back of him again.

It was strange that it was originally just four yellow spots of light, but now it has turned into eight. What does this mean? This shows that the young man in front of him, although he is in the magic circle, can still control these, whether it is Pilizi or the Ascension Thunder Pill.

However, Feilong still didn't believe that Ding Yi could control these objects outside the magic circle.

Ding Yi seemed to see through his thoughts and explained to him: "Isolation of magic circles is not omnipotent. It's like, you are inside the magic circle now, but you can still see outside the magic circle. The magic circle cannot block your sight. This magic circle can only block the spiritual consciousness, but there are many means to cross the magic circle. Do you think I will be as stupid as you?"

Feilong was beaten with a thick neck.

"Everything is mine, and I will not share it with anyone. I don't believe that your dignified prince has a broken determination! Boy, either you obey me and become my slave obediently, or we will die together in this dark tunnel!"

An extremely dangerous aura appeared on Feilong's body. He looked at Ding Yi ferociously and rushed towards Ding Yi.

The area of ​​the small room is very small, only three or four square meters. Feilong has enough reason to believe that he can win it easily. After all, not everyone has this courage in the struggle between life and death, especially those princes born in the royal family.

"If you want to die, then let's die together!" Ding Yi yelled. He threw away the Panlong stick, but instead advanced, rushed towards the fat dragon. He pulled out his coat and exposed the crystal bomb bound on his body...

Looking at Ding Yi who looked like a crazy tiger, Feilong saw Ding Yi's eyes. He retreated rapidly at a faster speed.

"Young man, you are really angry. Why don't you have any sense of humor? I'm kidding you." Feilong said hurriedly.

Ding Yiji Chong's figure returned to the origin in an almost impossible posture and flashed.

"Oh, is that? Actually, I'm joking with you too." The crazy boy suddenly turned into a harmless appearance of humans and animals.

After temptation just now, Feilong did not get the result he wanted. Obviously, the boy opposite was extremely tough, far from the kind of royal children he imagined, who had never suffered.

Ding Yi had already made some arrangements on his body, and there was a performance of this kind of situation in the fantasy disc...

This is a ruthless person. If he is not ruthless, he will not stand firm! When he meets a cunning and fierce and cruel guy like a fox, he will not be able to suppress this guy without a decisive attitude.

"You only have more than twenty minutes of time. Do you want to waste your time with me?" Ding Yi hated this fat dragon who wasted his time very much, but now everyone has to work together.

"We started construction, started construction, we cooperated, are we still doing the same as yesterday? Am I on the top?" Fei Long changed into a flattering face. After saying that, he wanted to quit.

"What qualifications are you?" Ding Yi asked.

Fat Dragon was stunned.

"What do you ask about this?"

Ding Yi said: "Diging a hole is a technical job, you can't just do it rudely. Tell me, what are your qualifications? Mine is fire, what about you?"

A yellow flame rushed up in Ding Yi's hand, showing his abilities to Feilong.

"I am Jin and Qi, two qualifications." Fei Long said.

"You have the Golden Spirit qualification, that's the best thing." Ding Yi said.

He took out the sword and sword, and the Panlong stick was also thrown by Ding Yi in front of Feilong.

Ding Yi directly took out the universal puppet, pointed to one of the mechanical arm of the universal puppet, and said, "I need a large number of flywheels to grind these stones. Look at how much you can make, it depends on the overall progress."

Feilong didn't play tricks this time, so he looked at these three weapons carefully.

"I can't do anything about these two weapons, just this copper stick."

Ding Yi nodded, operated the flying cat puppet, and stepped forward to cut the Panlong stick into four pieces.

Feilong picked up one of the pieces and took them into his hand. After a while, the entire cylinder turned red, and then the entire cylinder became liquid. It gradually formed the shape of a flywheel.

"Control this form!" Ding Yi ordered. At this moment, he quickly injected several spirit stones into the flywheel, and at the same time injected the cultivation materials that hooked up the spirit stones...

"Are you a disciple of Gongbu Peak or Xuanhuo Peak?" Fei Long asked suddenly.

Ding Yi said: "Why, do you still want to find out my bottom?"

Feilong sighed and said, "There are talents in the country, and the world belongs to you young people, we

The old guy is getting less and less useful."

Ding Yi sneered: "You don't say these words that are not painful or itchy, hurry up and work, we don't have time to be pretentious here."

After nearly ten minutes, the two of them had finished refining the spare flywheel. The fat dragon had little time left in the tunnel.

"Tomorrow, you will collect some iron and spirit stone materials during the day. These three flywheels are afraid that they won't last long," Ding Yi instructed.

The Panlong stick was cut into four pieces, and the last small piece was not enough to complete a flywheel, and only three pieces were refined.

Feilong said 'oh'.

Ding Yi asked again: "I have only two days in the inner city. Is there any way to extend it?"

Fei Long was happy at first, but immediately he thought that if Ding Yi went out and spread the matter, it would be a frightening frenzy, and no one wanted to have good results.

However, Ding Yi's question is really hard to answer. He pondered for a while before saying, "If you can get the favor of a great master in this inner city for the rest of your time and ask him to guide you through the extraordinary rules, then all this will not be a problem. However, the few great masters in this inner city usually live in a quiet place, and it is difficult for me to see it. It is almost impossible for you to be in just two days..."

Ding Yi has four days left, but he told Feilong that there are only two days. Moreover, Manager Hong did not reveal the unreliable plan to Feilong. Obviously, he does not trust Feilong, but Feilong's idea cannot be said to be completely useless.

Ding Yi said: "There are two days left. If you think about it carefully, you should know that if I leave, you will have to work alone and at least five or six years. There will be many dreams in the night. You are a smart person and should not be so short-sighted."

Feilong said: "I will do my best, and I will give you an answer tomorrow."

Feilong left, Ding Yi turned on the mode of digging again. After the general puppet replaced the flywheel, the gravel piece freed Ding Yi. The efficiency of this night was significantly improved compared to yesterday. However, even if the flywheel was replaced, Ding Yi also blessed and refined the flywheel. The service life of the flywheel was only about five hours. Fortunately, there were two backups, otherwise Ding Yi could only continue yesterday's mode.

That night, Ding Yi dug nearly two hundred meters of authentic tunnels, but it was still not short of the secret warehouse in the inner city.

Ding Yi hid in the corner of the toilet again, waiting for the start of a new day.

I encountered a trouble today. In the morning, I met a guy who was confused by constipation or reading books. This guy squatted in the toilet for nearly an hour. The breakfast time was over for a long time, and the monk left in a hurry.

Ding Yi had no choice but to wait patiently in the illusion array. He didn't come out quickly until he was sure that there was no one. This morning, he was destined to use fasting pill to solve his stomach problems.

After rushing to Wuxuan Palace, Ding Yi started the "Shupao" work again. However, the suspicious eyes of the front desk staff still caused some ripples in Ding Yi's heart.

The staff at the front desk are all Xuan-level cultivators, and everyone has the ability to remember everything. Ding Yi has appeared in Wuxuan Palace for three consecutive days. What does this mean? This means that Ding Yi may not have settled in the temple in the past two days!

Ding Yi instantly figured out the reason. A front desk had already followed him. This incredible thing must have a reasonable explanation.

Which monastery do you live in? Who is the tutor? Where were you these two nights? Ding Yi couldn't answer every question.

Ding Yi's cold sweat broke out and it was bleeding. What should I do? What should I do?

While Ding Yitianren was fighting, it seemed as if a blue smoke flashed by. The monks at the front desk had already arrived first and appeared in front of him.

"It seems we need to have a good talk." The monk at the front desk looked at Ding Yi and said slowly.

Ding Yi turned around, and another front desk staff member also appeared behind him.

Ding Yi was taken back to the front desk by two Xuan-level monks like a prisoner.

Ding Yi handed over his identity talisman and warning jade talisman. After verification, Ding Yi's identity was confirmed again, and there was no problem with this.

"Junior Brother Xu Hui from Rong Dingfeng, right? Let me explain to us, how have you experienced these two days?" asked a front desk staff member.

Ding Yi said: "Isn't it just reading books, studying, meditating, and enlightenment? What, is there any problem?"

"This is a big problem! In the past two days, which instructor have you received guidance from? In that monastery you stayed in at night? The curfew in the inner city at night, you won't know. Explain how you spent these two nights? We don't mean to make things difficult for you, just need to give honest explanations." A monk with a round face said.

This person is kind to the point, just because he knows that Ding Yi is the Imperial Party. If it were someone else, he might not be so easy to talk to.

"He is a disciple of Teacher Luo Lin and lives in Luyeju." A voice came from behind, but a white-faced young man in his twenties stood behind everyone with a book "Long and Short Sutra".

"Who are you?" asked a monk at the front desk.

"I am Song Sanzhe from Jinaofeng." The white-faced young man said quickly.

Ding Yi was very grateful to Song Sanzhe who suddenly appeared. This guy should be from the Truth Society, otherwise he would not excuse Ding Yi. This Truth Society is really powerful.

The Tianjing Continent was penetrated by them like a sieve. Thinking about the major sects in the Tianjing Continent, they fought and fought with each other, they didn't realize that their sect had been invaded and had little left.

Another front desk monk frowned and said, "Teacher Luo Lin is a master of the water system, and Xu Hui has a fire spirit qualification. Isn't this right?"

Ding Yi has various qualifications, and his acting skills are his strengths. He condensed a water ball in his hand.

"My real name is Xu Hui, the third prince of Dongdan Kingdom, and Shui Ling is the royal talent of our Xu family." Ding Yi said lightly.

However, the monks at the front desk were still very dedicated. One of them had contacted Master Luo Lin from Luye Monastery at this time. Ding Yi's ear spirit qualification was activated, and the dialogue between the two sides was clearly heard. Obviously, Master Luo Lin was also the secret son of the Truth Society. Ding Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

The monk with a round face at the front desk finally asked Ding Yi a question.

"Junior Brother Xu Hui, if I remember correctly, you copied three books on cultivation yesterday, "Fossil", "Dispersed Spirit" and "Celestial Silkworm Transformation", one is a local system, one is a spiritual system (the name of the spiritual system in the Tianjing Continent), and one is a beast-tasking system. Can you explain why you chose these three books?"

Ding Yi said: "I am an alchemist. The first two books are related to my major. As for the third book, you should have heard of the theory of blood refining. By feeding spiritual beasts with treasures, then taking their blood and bile..."

At this moment, the monks at the front desk had no reason to detain Ding Yi again.

Ding Yi did not leave. At the front desk, he started talking to Song Sanzhe.

"Senior Brother Song, do you need to copy this one?" Ding Yi asked.

Song Sanzhe said: "Yes, if Junior Brother Xu still has books to copy, you can get them quickly."
To be continued...