Mr. Qin was a little nagging, completely different from his previous style, but Chen Mo remembered it one by one. In fact, Chen Mo couldn't see clearly what his personality he had. In short, he had killed two of them and was not a person who would keep his hands at all.

Old Qin nodded and continued to drink, but said, "I am going to retreat too. I am afraid that you will not have a chance to meet before you go to the central world. Before this, be careful of everything. Although you are a Kongsan, during this turbulent period, you can only trust your master and senior brother. Do you understand?"

Is it turmoil again? Chen Mo sighed in his heart, but he replied seriously: "Boy can't do it."

"What can I choose to use the technique of breath-catching?"

"The Art of Gaining Breath."

"It's enough."

One night, Mr. Qin and Chen Mo said so much like grandfathers and grandsons. In addition to saying some important things in the previous article, Mr. Qin only pointed out some things about Chen Mo's spiritual skills and talked about Kongsang's past glory.

It was not until the moon was in the sky that Mr. Qin said drunkenly. He had to see Chen Mo again this farewell and had to wait until the trip to the central realm was completed.

Mr. Qin was a little expectant, a little uneasy, and even more nervous, but shouldn’t the young man continue his own path?

After sending Mr. Qin out of the valley, Chen Mo hurried back to the bamboo house. Although he felt melancholy in his heart, there was a sense of crisis that the storm was about to come and the wind filled the building.

He was anxious in his heart. Now there is nothing serious about it except to improve his strength!

In the following days, Chen Mo never left the bamboo wooden house. He refined spirit-gathering pills during the day, and at night he comprehended spiritual techniques, cultivated his meridians, and refined blue flame fruit.

Time flies, and half a month passes in a blink of an eye.

Chen Mo finally broke through the fifth level of Qi training, and the Blue Flame Fruit was completely refined. The practice has reached a bottleneck. Next, I have to wait until the Dragon Blood Ginseng matures and break through to the sixth level of Qi training in one fell swoop.

Before this, there was not much time, so it was time to go out and prepare for the trip to the central world.

During these days, he has refined a large number of spirit-jue pills. In addition to the original ones, he has accumulated thirty-two bottles, ten bottles, and a total of 320 pieces. It is also a considerable amount of exchange for spirit stones.

I also saved twenty taels of low-grade mist grass. Due to the improvement of quality, some of the purple patterns on some mist grass even reached seven purple lines. This kind of low-grade mist grass is naturally even more precious. Unfortunately, this kind of mist grass is pitifully few, with only a dozen pieces.

I selected all the mist grasses with more than seven purple lines on the surface, and also packed a jade box, with a full one or two liang. The other nineteen liang low-quality mist grasses are mostly five purple lines, and some have four or six purple lines. There is no difference in the price of mist grasses with four, five and six purple lines, so they are all packed into the same jade box.

Chen Mo thought about the price of the mist grass in his mind. Even the worst mist grass with only three purple patterns can sell one or two 100 low-grade spirit stones. These low-grade mist grasses are of higher quality and should be more expensive.

Although the specific price fluctuates, Chen Mo estimated that at least one or two of these mist grasses, 150 low-grade spirit stones were worth more than 4,000 low-grade spirit stones.

After doing this, Chen Mo was excited about his accumulation of such a rich family.

However, when Chen Mo thought of spiritual armor, magic weapons, blood spirit pills, and spiritual plants needed for thunder talismans, he also had to buy them, and Chen Mo felt pain again.

Moreover, those things are very valuable, so it’s still a little bit of a word whether his spirit stone is enough.

No matter what, he has to get all these things together, but he has no other way to earn spirit stones at the moment. He should make more spirit-gathering pills.

Be prepared and it was just dawn.

It is almost early winter, and the mountain wind in the early morning brings a hint of coldness.

Chen Mo moved his muscles and bones, washed with cold water, and became much more energetic. He packed his luggage, closed the bamboo house, and headed towards the beast palace in Yunfengfang City.

Looking at the grass and trees on Kongsang Fairy Mountain along the way, Chen Mo suddenly felt a hint of emotion. Before he knew it, he had been in Kongsang for two years.

As a spiritual plant boy, he is familiar with the plants and trees on the mountain. After a long time, he doesn't feel anything. But for some reason, after leaving this trip, he suddenly feels reluctance and a little restless.

"Maybe there have been too many things recently." Chen Mo shook his head, waved away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and went down to Kongsang Xianshan all the way.

As soon as Chen Mo left the Kongsang Immortal Sect, two figures rushed towards the southeast of Kongsang.

On the east side of Kongsang is the Kongsang side hall, the wing room, and the central realm is about to open. The Chen State sect will enter the central realm together. During this period, the other two sects will temporarily live in Kongsang.

A strange gust of evil wind blew in the side hall. The door of the hall opened and the sun shone in. The hall lit up, and Hu Zongquan, who was originally meditating, slowly opened his eyes.

As the hall gate quickly closed, the light quickly dimmed, and there was a cultivator covered in black robe in the quiet palace.

"I have done your business." A cold voice sounded in the dark and quiet side hall.

"Where is the thing?" Hu Zongquan, who was sitting cross-legged, asked lightly.

"Hehe, don't worry, I think Mr. Hu will not let me do my hard work in vain!" The black-robed cultivator smiled and stretched out his hand towards Hu Zongquan.

Hu Zongquan glanced at the black-robed cultivator, and a slut in his right hand. A light flashed. There was an extra box made of amethyst jade in his hand, and then he threw it at the black-robed cultivator.

When the black robe saw that it was an amethyst jade box, his eyes lit up and took it with his hands. He only took it with his spiritual consciousness before he was included in the monk.

After collecting the amethyst jade box, the face under the black robe also became a little more happy. A black light flashed in his hand, and there was already something the size of a fist.

The object was pitch black all over, and looked like a baby. He sat cross-legged with lotus legs, pinched strange magic tricks with both hands, closed his eyes, and an inch-long red needle-shaped thing on the top of his head.

The black-robed cultivator smiled and threw away something like a black-skinned baby.

Then the black-robed cultivator recited a series of obscure formulas and pinched the seal. He saw the black light of his index finger flowing, looking as hard as iron wood, and then suddenly pointed at the eyebrows of the black-skinned baby.

Dong

A sound like a bell and drum ringing came out, echoing constantly in the side hall. Almost at the same time, a black ripples rippled at the intersection of the dark fingertips and the black baby's eyebrows, which could be seen rippling with the naked eye.

Bang

With a sound that seemed to be a heartbeat, the dark-skinned baby suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils as dark as night, and two flames burned inside.

"This is what you want to track down the little devil."
Chapter completed!