Chapter 39 The Treatment Method

Mang Biao and his group were quite powerful and flew extremely fast.

It is flying through the sky, shuttled between clouds and fog, and the world changes very quickly.

Soon, he came thousands of miles away.

At this moment, Mangbiao stopped in the air, pushed away the clouds in front of him, looked down, and laughed: "Haha, brother, there is Black Wind Island below, and this will be your home in the future."

Yang Ji followed his gaze and saw a picturesque island with undulating mountains, lush trees, green mountains and seas, beautiful scenery, which is indeed a great treasure land.

"Let's go down." Mangbiao smiled heartily, held Yang Ji's shoulder and hid into the hall on the island.

"Go to drink, hold a banquet to welcome the second island master!" Mangbiao shouted loudly, and his voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Master of the Second Island?" The monks in the hall who had never seen Yang Ji whispered, looked at him curiously, and then took the order and started to work hard.

Until nightfall, the Black Wind Hall was full of long tables and people gathered, including spiritual fruits, meat and fine wine.

There were even eight female monks dancing in the sky outside the hall to cheer them up.

Against the backdrop of the moonlight, they look like fairies.

The dance posture is light and erect, the skirt is floating, the beads and tassels rotate and the stars are swaying, graceful and charming, as graceful as orchids and green.

The long gauze is swaying, the dance is beautiful and graceful, and the auspicious color is really exciting.

The woman leading the dancer had a unique appearance, her frown and smile made people feel heart-warming, pure and defensive, her body as if she had no bones, and her body was gentle and gentle.

As the sky danced, she slowly flew into the hall with her foot on the breeze, smiled at Yang Ji, and the white gauze straps dancing in her hand slapped him towards him, gently covering his face.

While breathing, Yang Ji felt a faint fragrance swelling up his nose and soaring into the sky spirit cover, which immediately made his bloodline ignite.

Just as he was confused, the white gauze slowly fell, and a stunning face came to his eyes with a charming smile.

The two people's nose tips are less than half an inch apart, and they can breathe.

The charming red lips, the white and tender skin, and the pure and lustful eyes were all too tempting.

Without waiting for anyone to look closely, the woman stopped at once. With a smile, she turned around and flew away, leaving only a beautiful and mysterious back that attracted endless imagination.

"Who is she?" Yang Ji touched the fragrance remaining on the tip of his nose and asked curiously.

But he found that everyone in the hall, including Mang Biao, who was sitting beside him, stared at the back that had just flew out with Ximen Qing's unique smile, and his head was full of big words [color].

Yang Ji looked at them with contempt, and Mangbiao's next words made him feel even more contempt.

"Ahem, she is the courtesan of Baihua Island and the fairy of Huayu. I have spent a lot of money to invite her to come and dance to welcome me. Brother, just take a look, don't think about it." Mang Biao said carelessly to Yang Ji.

Hearing this, Yang Ji couldn't help but glance at him quietly. The desire in his heart almost shined, and he even said that he should not be moved.

Although a woman is beautiful, for him, Yang Ji, it is just an obstacle on the road to becoming an immortal.

If you become an immortal and live a long life, you can consider finding a few fairies to play with. The fairies in the sky will probably have a better appearance and a softer body.

Just as Yang Ji was thinking this way, Mangbiao suddenly pulled his shoulder and raised his glass to shout to everyone below:

"The person next to me will be the second island master of our Black Wind Island in the future. Come on, call it the second island master."

"Hmm? You guys are all mute? My brother is a master of alchemy. If you don't respect him, you will not be able to get the elixir to take it in the future."

Seeing that everyone was silent, Mangbiao shouted violently.

"Master of Alchemy?" Everyone was shocked, and their frowns immediately sootheed, revealing a look of surprise.

"Come on, raise your glasses and toast the second island master." Mangbiao shouted.

"To the Lord of the Second Island!" Everyone raised their glasses, shouted loudly, and toasted Yang Ji.

Yang Ji, who was sitting upright, couldn't help but feel a little depressed. This Mang Biao was really hard and had a soft meal, so he put it on.

Want to learn from Zhang Feirou's love and bring shame to Yan Yan?

But at this moment everyone raised their glasses, he had to bite the bullet and raise the glass, and smiled quietly: "You guys, please be polite."

"Come on, drink this glass of wine, and the second island owner will be his own family from now on." Mangbiao laughed and drank it all first.

Everyone raised their glasses to look at Yang Ji, and Yang Ji had no choice but to drink it.

"Haha, OK!" Mangbiao saw everyone drinking the wine, and said, "Tonight everyone drinks big gulps and eats meat big gulps, and they will stop drunk."

Mang Biao yelled twice, lowered his voice and looked at Yang Ji sideways:

"Brother, since I heard that your alchemy technique is more powerful than Changyuan at Jin Abacus, my admiration for me is like the endless surging sea. I really want to meet you immediately and have a drink and have fun."

"Now, I will take someone there today and personally treat me to you."

"Ahem, I'm a rough man. I've been living in gangs since I was a child. After entering the practice of cultivation, I don't have any fairy spirit. I'd like to forgive me for my mistakes in the previous words."

"I'll respect this glass. I've done it. If I can't drink enough, I can do it."

Mangbiao raised a glass of wine and immediately became stuffy.

Yang Ji had no choice but to raise his glass and made a little more sense.

Mangbiao was extremely enthusiastic and devoted himself to his worries, cup after cup. It was not until he was drunk in the middle of the night that he lowered his voice and said to Yang Ji: "Brother, did you say that I was about to get into a devil? Is it so serious?"

"As a real person in Jindan, you must know your situation better than me. The demonic energy is eroding and it is difficult to recover. You should understand the consequences." Yang Ji said calmly.

The more dull the tone, the more serious Mangbiao said, "Brother, can there be a way to solve it?"

"Cultivation is a big deal. If there is a problem, I believe you can't sit still. You should have found someone to see it, right?" Yang Ji said, "I looked at him.

"I have secretly found several medical masters and many alchemy masters. They said that my body's true qi is too complicated and the demonic qi is too strong, and there are only three ways to solve it."

"The first method is to disperse the cultivation level and re-ed up, but how can this be done? Isn't this self-drawing the foundation?"

"The second method is to refine the true qi and refine the demonic energy bit by bit. This method seems feasible, but the martial arts I practice do not have such ability, and I cannot refine the demonic energy that is almost integrated with the true qi. I am almost half a demon."

"The third method is to ask the alchemy master to refine the demon-making pill, but the demon-making pill material is difficult to find, and I have not found it yet. In addition, the alchemy master does not shy my face. It is really difficult to deal with."

Mangbiao looked in distress and looked at Yang Ji, begging, "Brother, you said you have a solution, please help me. I am very grateful."

"There is a solution, but" Yang Ji glanced at Mang Biao, really didn't want to get him cheap.

Because the solution is to use the demonic energy in his body as medicine to transfer it into the essence of the demon grass to refine an alternative demonic Yuan pill.

This operation can not only erase the demonic energy in his body, but also further his cultivation level.

The obstacle is the thick true energy in Mangbiao's body.

The true qi in the body of the Jindan Zhenren is the essence obtained by purifying the spiritual power countless times and then purifying the crystal. Each wisp compresses infinite cultivation, and each wisp of true qi can turn into a pool of spiritual sea.

If you need to refine this one by one by one by one, it will take too long, and it will take too much time and effort.

I think those alchemists have thought of this method, but it is too difficult.

It takes effort to refine a furnace of demonic Yuan Dan, so how can you refine and purify the true qi that is as far as the abyss and sea in the body of the Jindan real person?

If it weren't for the closest relative, who would?

Those alchemy masters were not stupid. They knew it was impossible, so they didn't say such a solution.

Yang Ji is different. With his golden fingers, his alchemy skills are almost superb. Refining the Demon Yuan Dan is equivalent to mass production in assembly line. Not only will it not make mistakes, but it is also extremely fast.

However, Yang Ji would not foolishly say that his alchemy technique has reached this stage.

At that moment, I just vaguely told Mangbiao about the general method, but did not explicitly say that it was an alternative method to refine the demonic Yuan pill. The more mysterious it was, the better.

He didn't want Mangbiao to get better so quickly, but he had to give him some sweetness and ensure his safety.

Mangbiao really had a solution when he heard this, but he was overjoyed.

Seeing his expression, Yang Ji struck while the iron was hot and said he wanted to treat him once.

When Mangbiao heard this, he immediately pulled him into the secret room behind the hall.

Yang Ji asked him to mobilize a wisp of true energy, and began to refine alternative demon Yuan Dan to purify his true energy with various techniques.

A full day passed, and Yang Ji was sweating profusely and had a pale face to complete the first treatment.

Of course, he pretended to show it to Mangbiao.

Mang Biao was so surprised that he looked at the purified wisp of true energy in his body.

He immediately pulled Yang Ji for a moment and felt grateful, and wiped the hot sweat from his forehead himself.

Yang Ji glanced at him, quietly opened his palm, and said, "Treatment of your disease requires a lot of demon-companiment grass."

"A lot of demon-companiment grass is needed to treat my disease?" Mang Biao was stunned after hearing this, and suddenly slapped his forehead, and his eyes lit up, "Yes, demon-companiment grass can melt away demonic energy. Brother, this method you used just now?"

"Don't worry about the matter with the demon grass, I will go and search for it." Mangbiao patted his chest and said.

"This treatment is particularly hard-working. It is treated once a month. During this period, you can no longer take inferior demonic Yuan Dan." Yang Ji raised his eyes and said.

"This brother knows." Mangbiao nodded excitedly, then took a handkerchief to wipe Yang Ji's forehead with a handkerchief.

"In this way, then you should prepare to accompany the demon grass. The larger the quantity, the better, and the higher the year, the better." Yang Ji took off his hand, his expression flashed slightly, and said like this.

"Okay, okay!" Mangbiao responded naturally.

Yang Ji nodded lightly, soothing Mangbiao.

(Today I will be one chapter. The plot that was made before has been overturned and I have sorted it out again. Tomorrow will be more exciting.)
To be continued...