People are still coming and going in Chongyue Ancient Town at night, and the lights illuminate the main street. After more than 20 days of business exchanges in various towns, the supplies between the ancient towns complement each other, which is like a big festival, and people's faces are more or less happy.
He smiled.
However, with the closure of the Fierce God Altar, this grand scene has also come to an end.
On East Street, a group of night watchmen walked into the teahouse and found a seat by the window to sit down.
Fei Yihe, a strong man, put the iron rod on the table, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp. With a loud roar, he vigorously patted the young man next to him who had not yet sat down.
"You are very lucky. I heard that many evil altars were broken this time, and the evil spirits inside ate many people."
The young man has picturesque features, no hair on his lips, holds a single sword in his hand, wears a dark gray cloak, and behaves very quietly, giving people a very childish feeling.
"Brother Fei, where did you hear this? Why haven't I heard of it?"
the young man asked.
"Hey, I came back two days before you, and this matter has spread. Fortunately, the altar was opened at that time, otherwise the ancient towns near us would have suffered."
Fei Yihe's mouth cracked open when he spoke, revealing a set of yellow teeth.
"It sounds dangerous, but I think it's normal. There is a Dharma altar, and evil spirits can be warded off. If the altar breaks, the evil spirit inside comes out, harms the person who brings the altar, and then runs away. But you are separated, so it's not too much.
Unlucky, how could we just happen to meet each other? Look, you two are fine." A person next to him was chatting.
"That's easy to say. I asked you to go with me, why didn't you go?" Fei Yihe snorted with a mocking look on his face.
The man was suddenly speechless.
The boy's face was expressionless.
The atmosphere in the scene was quiet for a moment. When someone saw this, he spoke up to break the embarrassment.
"Brother Fei has returned successfully this time. I'm afraid he will be able to make a fortune again. Tell me, do you have fifty?"
Fei Yihe patted the table, "It's a beautiful thought, and the evil altar will be sent back. Thirty great achievements, no more, no less."
"That's also a good thing. We patrol every day, and if we do it for a full month, we can achieve a great achievement. If you go there once, we will have almost three years of great achievements in vain."
"For nothing, why? I got it from my life and death. If you have the courage, you can go there yourself. Why are you so embarrassed here if you don't have the courage?"
"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, when the wine comes, I will punish myself with three drinks."
"That's pretty much it."
The man who had been speechless by Fei Yihe before spoke again, "Brothers, I envy Brother Fei. Haha, thanks to you, we have been very comfortable this month. Not one incident of demons harming people in this town has happened."
Didn't happen."
A few people were chatting, and the young man who had been silent suddenly stood up.
"You guys drink first, and I'll buy some roast chicken."
The young man said, picked up the knife and went downstairs.
One person slapped his thigh and shouted: "Oh, let's forget Brother Teng. He has also made thirty great contributions. We will kill him no matter what we do tonight."
With that said, he hurriedly chased after him and shouted: "The roast chicken at Piaoxianglou is delicious, buy some more and come back."
Under the teahouse, the young man was no longer around.
Outside East Street, the boy walked through a long alley, and soon came to the main street, and then passed through a short alley again, and stopped at a small courtyard gate.
After pushing the door open and entering, the young man saw a beautiful woman sitting by the well fetching water and washing her face.
"Are you so afraid that I will run away?" The woman's face was dripping with water, and she was smiling when she spoke, but there was no smile in her eyes.
The young man is none other than Chen Qingyan.
He glanced at the woman and said succinctly: "Honeycomb red stone."
The beautiful woman had a straight face, turned around and entered the house. After a while, she came out with a bag and threw it directly.
Chen Qingyan swung his sword horizontally, and the small bag landed firmly on the scabbard.
Pulling off the rope, the bag suddenly contained several red stone stones.
With these three pieces of honeycomb red stone, the quality of his formation weapons can be improved again.
However, Chen Qingyan did not intend to use them on the already forged weapons, but kept them to prepare for future magical weapons.
"Now that I have the items, I will spare your life for the time being. Don't be too careful. I can't deal with the monks, but killing you is enough. I will give you the antidote when the garrison is over."
Chen Qingyan said, holding the cloth bag and entering the house.
The beautiful woman followed her gaze, and a word came from inside the house, "Watch the door."
Zang Rongrong immediately snorted angrily, sat down by the well again and continued washing his face.
inside the house.
Chen Qingyan pulled out a bamboo umbrella from a hidden crack, and then took out a jade token from his arms.
It was the spiritual weapons and magic weapons seized from Xiao Ruitang.
He should have directly transformed into the Source Point on his way back, but since the Fierce God Altar had been closed at that time, in order to avoid encountering evil spirits on his way back, he hesitated for a while and left him behind.
If you really encounter a demon, you have a few more ways to protect yourself.
The spiritual weapon has Zang Rongrong, a human sacrifice that can be used at any time. If necessary, the bamboo demon can be released to delay the attack for a while.
The magic weapon has a divine fire cover, which can be released to protect yourself in times of danger.
Now that we have returned to the ancient town, there is no need to keep it any longer.
After all, there may be marks left by the Xiao family on spiritual weapons and magic weapons, and it would be bad if they were traced to them.
"Let's see how many source points a spiritual weapon can provide."
Chen Qingyan silently meditates on transformation.
Following his decision, the bamboo umbrella in his hand suddenly twisted, and a familiar bamboo demon body appeared, with green-gray paint flowing continuously, and it was swallowed up by a mysterious force at an extremely fast speed.
The scene is completely different from the first transformation of the Soul-Eating Skull.
After all, spiritual weapons are also made from demon bodies as the main material.
Under Chen Qingyan's gaze, this spiritual weapon quickly turned into nothingness.
At the same time, the source points in the practice room increased rapidly.
Source point: "2"
Source point: "4"
Source point: "6"
It soared all the way and finally stayed at the "14" point.
After deducting the original "2" points, this spiritual weapon provided him with "12" source points.
Chen Qingyan's face was overjoyed. He thought there would be more soul-eating skulls, but he didn't expect there would be so many.
"You were transformed by me too."
Chen Qingyan's eyes fell on the Shenhuo Jade Token. Although this magic weapon could save lives in some situations, compared with the dangers it might bring, it would be safer to transform it directly.
The source point has been promoted again.
The magical weapon Divine Fire Shield has the same quality that far exceeds that of the Soul-Eating Skull.
The source point increased rapidly from "14" to "23" before stopping.
Only "9" source points were provided, indicating that the quality of the divine fire shield was not as good as the spiritual weapon 'Bamboo Demon', but he couldn't figure out the specific difference.
Simply don't think about it.
"Twenty-three source points. Now I have completed the thirteenth level of Gu Yuan Gong. I only need to condense the energy from the first refinement into the second Yuan Dan. I can directly consume the source points.
When the Gu Yuan Gong reaches perfection, it can also condense the third Yuan Dan and enter the third level of Yuan Refining, or even the tenth level."
Chen Qingyan was in high spirits.
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