After three days of hard training, Qingyang finally filled up the mana in his Dantian again, and all the cold energy that had been forced into the body by the demonic snake Ice Arrow was forced out.

At this time, Qingyang felt refreshed and refreshed, and his intuitive self-cultivation had improved.

The sense of consciousness has increased a lot compared to before.

Especially when I feel the two dazzling golden wheels in my Dantian, I feel even more happy.

On the road to Taoism, if you don't make progress, you will retreat. Only by making continuous efforts can you go far on the road of seeking Taoism.

It's just that although their cultivation levels have increased, neither Qingyang nor Fei Yi want to experience such a thing again. They were chased by a demon snake that had perfected the demon pill and was about to turn into a dragon, and they still escaped with their lives. It sounds exciting, but it was really an experience.

Only then did Qingyang realize the horror.

After walking out of the cave, Qingyang and Feiyi looked at each other, burst into laughter, and escaped from death. At this time, Qingyang only felt that the oppressive blood-red sky was a little brighter.

After laughing wildly, one man and one beast continued to travel.

In the wilderness, one man and one beast saved the human race and killed the ferocious beasts. Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Qingyang's evil spirit, which had been covered up by the foundation building, had become more intense after half a year of fighting. Although his whole body was spotless, his eyes were telling others about his killings in the past six months.

After half a year of fighting and training, his cultivation has now reached the third level of gold liquid level. He is only one step away from reaching the middle stage of foundation building.

This kind of cultivation speed is like riding a rocket to others.

For ordinary foundation-building monks, it would take several years or even more than ten years for each transformation of the foundation-building fluid, but he completed three transformations of the golden fluid in just half a year. This speed is not shocking.

But only Fei Yi, who has been by Qingyang's side, knows what Qingyang has been through in the past six months.

Every bit of progress that can be made of him was accomplished by struggling on the edge of life and death.

I don’t know if it’s because they ran out of luck with Qingyuan and Qingyang in the past three years or something. In the past six months, they have been in danger many times. They were chased by golden elixir monks or demon kings several times. As for encountering...

There are countless demon generals or human beings who have completed their foundation building.

Qingyang didn't expect that there were so many powerful monks in this world. Before, whenever he heard someone building a foundation, it was a major event that could shake the Southern Wilderness.

But now, these foundation-building monks or demon generals are like weeds on the roadside, everywhere.

Although the two of them were very capable and cooperated with each other tacitly, there were no dangers, but now they are exhausted.

On this day, Qingyang and Feiyi came to an inn. Looking at the name of the inn, Qingyang and Feiyi couldn't help laughing.

The plaque on the door of the inn clearly reads "Zhonghou Inn."

This reminded Qingyang of the fat man who shouted to pay attention to the tables, chairs and benches even when fighting.

Walking into the inn, I saw a few diners sitting sparsely in the lobby, and a fat man behind the front desk was fiddling with his abacus.

Qingyang took a closer look, smiled, and shouted loudly, "Boss, are you still doing business? You don't even greet the guests when they come?"

"Here you come, guest sir!"

The fat man put aside his calculations and ran out quickly.

"Sir, do you want to stay or stay?"

Qingyang looked at the fat man and laughed. He didn't expect that the fat man would always open an inn wherever he went.

The fat man heard the laughter and looked up. He didn't see clearly at first. After Qingyang established the foundation, his aura changed drastically. It was very different from when he was in the innate realm. Except for his appearance, he was almost completely different from the other two.

After looking carefully, the fat man's expression changed and he pushed Qingyang and said, "Get out! Get out!"

Qingyang was puzzled by his push and said with a smile, "Brother Zhonghou, you and I are old friends. When old friends meet, why do we reject others thousands of miles away?"

"Let's go, let's go! When you come here, you're bound to be up to no good. Last time in Liuhe City, you smashed many tables, chairs, dishes, and even one of my walls. Now that you're here again, I can't open my inn?"

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"Brother Zhonghou, what you said is not loyal. Even though I smashed your tables, chairs, dishes, and walls last time, didn't I pay for it? You made a small profit, so why are you driving your old friend away today?"

"Are you still embarrassed? Did you pay for it?"

Fan Zhonghou stopped pushing him and scolded him with a smile.

Qingyang saw that he no longer chased people away and said with a smile, "Why, brother Zhonghou, an old friend from afar is here, why don't you bring us wine and food?"

"Of course we have good food for a long time, but we have to pay for it!"

Qingyang had no choice but to take out a red dragon fruit and throw it to him, saying, "This can be used as money for food, drinks and accommodation."

As soon as the red dragon fruit came out, other diners in the inn looked over.

"Spirit fruit?!"

Fan Zhonghou was also shocked by Qingyang's handiwork, but he reacted quickly and quickly put the spirit fruit into his arms, put on a smile and said, "Oh, aren't these brothers Qingyang? Look at my eyes, I didn't see clearly that we were brothers just now

Why don't you sit down quickly?"

Then he scolded the waiter in the inn, "You blind thing, didn't you see my brother Qingyang coming? Why don't you make a pot of good tea?"

The waiter was so confused by the scolding that he asked stupidly, "Shopkeeper, is the good tea you said really good tea?"

Fan Zhonghou's face turned dark instantly.

The fat man couldn't hold it back and laughed.

Qingyang looked at the pair of master and disciple and found it funny.

This guy Qingyang knew him. He was the same guy who was in Liuhe City before. When Qingyang was talking to Fan Zhonghou, he knew that this guy was a disciple of Fan Zhonghou, but he didn't know why Fan Zhonghou, such a cunning and treacherous businessman, accepted him.

Such a simple and honest disciple.

This is probably because if you don’t have anything, you like it more.

This disciple had just entered the cultivation gate when he was in Liuhe City, but now he has reached the innate realm and can be regarded as a genius.

Fan Zhonghou stretched out his hand and knocked him on the head. He cursed, "Of course it's good tea. When did your shop owner get away with substandard tea?"

The waiter went to make tea with an aggrieved look on his face. As he walked, he muttered, "It's not the first time that you asked for tea to be made, but you used dry leaves instead."

He thought he spoke softly, but both Qingyang and Fan Zhonghou were accomplished people, so they heard it very clearly.

Qingyang couldn't help but laugh out loud, while Fan Zhonghou looked embarrassed, his face changing again and again. Thinking that he was the disciple he had chosen from thousands of people, he was reluctant to kick him out after all, so he had to suppress his anger and calm down.

, and then said to Qingyang, "Brother Qingyang, don't be surprised. This kid is ignorant and talks nonsense. You know me, I am definitely a loyal person and I never do anything that is shoddy."

Qingyang suppressed a smile and nodded, saying, "Brother Zhonghou is right, I naturally believe it!"
Chapter completed!