Han Yu looked at Qin Xuan, curiosity flashed in her eyes.
Although she calls her master Feng Bao the Great Steward to others, at the age of more than a hundred years, she actually got a famous post from Tongbao Pavilion. It is obvious that the white-haired young man in front of her has something special about her.
"Do you have anything else you need to buy, fellow Taoist?" Han Yu said politely with a smile.
"Let's go to a quiet room, and I'll practice some training!" Qin Xuan said lightly: "In addition, there are two people, an old man and a young man, on the Qinghe River outside the door to help entertain them."
Han Yu hesitated. She was just being polite. She didn't expect that this young man actually treated her like a servant.
Han Yu smiled slightly in his heart, since he would not care about such a trivial matter.
"Qiao'er, go ahead and do it!" Han Yu said softly, looking at the girl behind Qin Xuan, "You should also hurry up and practice. Next time someone scares you, just tell me directly!"
"I, Tongbao Pavilion, am not someone who can be presumptuous!"
The girl nodded obediently and then trotted out.
Qin Xuan also paid 1,100 seventh-grade spiritual crystals to buy the wasteland refining stone.
This made Han Yu couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Then, she prepared a quiet room for Qin Xuan. It was free of charge, which was considered as compensation for the extra 170-grade spiritual crystals.
In the quiet room, Qin Xuan sat cross-legged on the futon.
There are formation patterns on the surrounding walls, which are spirit gathering formations. The spiritual energy in this quiet room is no less rich than the seventh-grade spiritual veins, which is also considered to be the best in this quiet room in the Forbidden City.
Qin Xuan gently opened his palms, and then, the Refining Stone appeared in front of him, and the Eternal Sword flew out, hovering next to Qin Xuan.
Within it, the sword spirit is somewhat happy, and the improvement in the level of the Eternal Sword is naturally of great benefit to it.
As Qin Xuan pinched the Spirit Art in his hand, he then began to refine the wasteland refining stone and merge it into the Eternal Sword.
It was not until three days later that all the refining stones were integrated into the Eternal Sword.
I saw that the jade-colored Eternal Sword became more and more primitive. It once had a gray stone color, as if it were an ordinary stone sword. But as Qin Xuan entered the spiritual power, streaks of blood suddenly lit up on the Eternal Sword.
Patterns, traces of sword energy split the air, making a hissing sound. The sharpness is almost as sharp as a seventh-grade magic weapon.
"It's a pity that I don't have the spiritual crystal to buy a sixth-grade treasure for the time being, otherwise, the Eternal Sword can also be included in the sixth-grade treasure!"
Qin Xuan said softly, the seventh-grade magic weapon usually exists in the hands of the great monks of the Transformation of Gods. With his golden elixir realm, this eternal sword can also exert its full power, which is considered enough.
After refining the Eternal Sword, Qin Xuan took out ten bottles of Desolate Blood Pill from the storage bag.
Of the two thousand seventh-grade spiritual crystals, he had spent one thousand seven hundred, leaving three hundred.
However, Qin Xuan is not heartbroken. The path of cultivation requires countless resources, just ten bottles of desolate blood pills. Those great Taoist masters and powerful heirs will even be bathed in the blood of great goblins when they are born. Compared with that
Waiting for resources, this is simply insignificant.
Qin Xuan's eyes trembled slightly. Immediately, he shattered all the jade bottles. The extremely terrifying essence was like a dragon. It vaguely transformed into various wild beasts, roaring in this quiet room like a group of demons roaring.
Shocking.
Unfortunately, for Qin Xuan, it is still unknown.
He opened his mouth slightly, and immediately, the Wild Blood Pills entered his mouth one by one like a volley of beads.
Seventy desolate blood pills, not a single one left.
If outside monks saw it, they would definitely be shocked and speechless, even a Nascent Soul Lord like Feng Bao would be no exception.
The seventh-grade Desolate Blood Pill can only be swallowed by monks in the Transformation of God Realm.
For the Golden Core Realm, the energy of the seventh-grade Desolate Blood Pill is too majestic. Even if you take one at random, even the Golden Core Realm's physical cultivation may not be able to withstand it.
Qin Xuan, however, swallowed seventy pieces without any hesitation.
suspect.
Not only the Desolate Blood Pill, but also the energy in the room were all swallowed up by Qin Xuan, leaving no trace left.
In an instant, Qin Xuan's body was shaken, and the futon under him was quietly turned into powder.
Inside Qin Xuan's body, there seemed to be horned dragons running around, with veins popping out, but Qin Xuan still didn't notice it.
In the quiet room, it took seven days for the abnormalities on Qin Xuan's body to disappear bit by bit.
These seventy desolate blood pills were all refined by Qin Xuan, turned into billowing essence, integrated into the seven hundred and twenty acupoints all over the body, and entered into the gold leaves.
In seven days, Qin Xuan refined everything. The original five-inch gold leaf suddenly condensed into seven-inch size from the moment Qin Xuan opened and closed his eyes, and even had faint signs of becoming eight-inch size.
Compared with Qin Xuan's previous vision of cultivation, after Qin Xuan opened and closed his eyes, there was no sound at all.
Since he walked out of the quiet room and practiced for ten days, the gold leaf and golden elixir in his body were all seven inches high.
But in the eyes of outsiders, it is no different from before.
Even if Han Yu, Feng Bao, and Qin Xuan didn't show off their cultivation, they would definitely not notice that someone quietly refined seventy seventh-grade desolate blood elixirs in ten days, and even more advanced golden elixirs.
From middle grade to top grade.
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In the Forbidden City, Xu Ze and Xu Xun stayed in a courtyard.
Qing He and the four cloud-chasing horses were eating nine-grade weeds in the courtyard. Xu Ze looked at the cloud-chasing horses, feeling a little sad.
In the past few days, the fodder these four cloud-chasing horses had consumed had already cost him one ninth-grade spiritual crystal.
In total, he only had a few in his hand.
Until now, Xu Ze deeply felt how ridiculous it was for the decrepit Zhui Yunju, whom he had bought so cheaply, to want to go to the Tianyun Sect.
If he hadn't met Qin Xuan, he might still be trudging forward in the long loess at this moment.
"I don't know when Senior Qin will come out of seclusion!" The old man sighed, while Xu Xun sat aside and practiced in a decent manner.
The aura of the Forbidden City was many times richer than the aura of the deserted village where he lived. During these ten days of practice, Xu Xun had vaguely touched the threshold of the Qi Refining Realm.
At this moment, two figures came slowly from in front of the courtyard.
Both of them were wearing Qinghe Sect costumes, and they were the two great monks of the gods, Liu Bai and Fujiga, who had been pursued before.
The rules in the Forbidden City are strict, even they can't bring their mounts here, that's the only way.
"Senior Brother Liu, it seems Qinghe is here!" Fujiga looked at the yard with his square face and small eyes.
Liu Bai smiled faintly, and his consciousness passed by, "An old golden elixir monk, a little kid who is not even in the Qi refining stage, the person who hurt my disciple and took Qinghe away should not be here."
Fujiga turned his head and looked at Liu Bai, "Then let's..."
"Why be anxious? We don't come to this Forbidden City often, so we can just take a look and see if there is anything we need!" Liu Bai said with a faint smile.
"As for Qinghe..."
Liu Bai turned around and walked towards the Forbidden City, his voice calm, "You can't run away!"
"We will catch up with the man who captured Qinghe when he leaves the city."
He didn't care about his words, as if taking back Qinghe was as easy as hand.