Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 32 Evenly matched
In Jiayuan City, there is no Yang Gan worth stopping by.

When passing the Mo Mansion, Yang Qian just glanced at it with an indifferent expression and had no intention of going in.

At this time, the Mo Mansion has not been wiped out by the five-color gate, but it is a scene of prosperity.

Withdrew his gaze indifferently.

Yang Gan stepped across, almost three or four zhang away, his figure was like a ghost, and he went straight to the outside of the city without stopping.

Ordinary people on the streets in the city only felt a gust of evil wind blowing in front of them, but they couldn't see anyone at all.

"Weird! Could it be that I saw a ghost today?" A man dressed as a scholar in white, with a cage on his back, walked towards an attic at the end with a look of surprise on his face.

More than a hundred miles to the west of Jiayuan City, there is a large area of ​​high mountains and dense forests, towering trees stretching straight into the sky, densely covering the entire mountain range.

I heard from Sun Ergou and Xi Tieniu that there are some poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts in the mountains here, so few people come in and out of this place. The monk of Yulingzong who occupies the body of Quhun is extremely unstable at the moment, and I am afraid that he is low in Qi refining. level of cultivation.

This is probably also the reason why the mutated Quhun came here. There are few people and the security is high.

pity.

"You met me early."

Yang Gan muttered to himself, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

If six years later, "Qu Hun" regained part of his cultivation, it would probably take some effort, but right now?
Yang Gan stood on a pine with dense branches and leaves, with a calm face, staring at the dark mountains below, without saying a word.

'It should be around here.'

Turn around and look around a few times.

Yang Gan frowned inadvertently, and hooked his fingers to the storage bag on his waist, and the "soul-inducing clock" appeared in his hand.

He looked at it briefly.

Yang Gan held it flat on the palm of his hand, and slowly poured spiritual power into the "Spirit Inducing Bell".

"The magic power at the first level of Qi Refining is really very thin." Yang Gan curled his lips in embarrassment.

Fortunately, there were no other monks nearby, otherwise it would have made people laugh out loud.

A little shrimp with a level of Qi refining dares to cast spells alone in this barren mountain.

I'm afraid that not just any top martial artist in the martial arts world can kill him with one blow.

"In this way, I really have the potential to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger."

Yang Gan laughed at himself, but his hands didn't stop at all.

After a while, the soul-inducing bell suddenly emitted a faint white light and floated out of thin air.

Yang Gan raised his eyebrows, seized this opportunity, quickly pinched a formula, and punched it into the small yellow bell.

"Buzz-"

The suspended "soul-inducing bell" trembled twice in place under the control of the formula, let out a clear beep, and flew towards a certain direction.

"found it!"

Seeing this, Yang Gan was overjoyed, and with a sudden force on his feet, he jumped down from the towering pine tree.

A bright yellow talisman paper appeared in the palm of his hand.

Yang Gan squeezed his two fingers, "Tear!"
A supporting force enveloped Yang Qian's entire body, and he was suspended in mid-air. With a little effort, he followed closely behind the yellow bell.

"The magic power still needs to be improved, otherwise I won't even be able to drive a flying magic weapon, so I can only use this kind of flying talisman." Yang Qian thumped twice depressed, and adjusted his direction slightly.

My current mana cultivation level is really too low.

Although it is easy to buy a flying magic weapon.

After all, when he was in the spirit world, not to mention that he earned some spirit stones from the escort mission of Tiandong Company.

Grandma Jade, a high-level monk in the transformation stage, threw herself a bag of spiritual stones, which was almost as much as the wealth of an ordinary foundation-building monk. It was enough for him to use for a long time.

pity.

With his current level of magic power, he cannot use the magic weapon at all.

As for spiritual tools, there are no such things in the human world. Apart from purchasing some pill materials, I am afraid that they have to go back to the spirit world to make good use of these spiritual stones.

Even if he couldn't afford the Tianyuan weapons used by the Tianyuan Sacred Emperor, he still needed a few high-quality spiritual tools for self-defense.

Thinking about the physical material of this golden-backed demon beetle, it should be able to refine one or two good spiritual tools.
After flying about thirty or forty miles, just when the effect of the flying talisman was about to run out, the small yellow clock suddenly slanted down without warning.

Yang Qian squinted his eyes, knowing that the target was about to appear, using the little mana left in the flying talisman, he suddenly increased his speed, grasped the small yellow clock in his hand, and slapped the storage bag on his waist, and it was directly The "soul-inducing bell" was taken back.

Yang Gan, who is familiar with the plot, of course understands.

The current state of the "Quhun" occupied by the monk of Yulingzong's knotting alchemy can sense the existence of the soul-inducing bell. Naturally, he wants to cover the breath of the small yellow bell to prevent the other party from being startled.

In particular, the current "Quhun" has just merged not long ago, and it can be said that he is like a weapon, so he cannot be scared away.

Yang Gan landed on the mountainside without a sound, and his eyes began to look around, carefully observing the wind and grass around him.

Since the Vajra Art became more and more refined, Yang Qian felt that his eyesight seemed to have improved again, and he had a panoramic view of the entire mountain.

'See! ' Yang Qian's heart moved, and he moved quietly to a small valley below.

As it got closer, Yang Qian could even see clearly how "Qu Hun" was meditating.

"Qu Hun" was sitting under an old pine tree, meditating cross-legged, closing his eyes and practicing Qi.

Yang Gan knew that Zhang Tie had spiritual roots, even better than Han Li, because he had three spiritual roots.

Unfortunately, he was not the son of destiny. He was destined to lack a wood attribute and could not practice Changchun Gong, so he lost his life.

Sadly.

Many thoughts flashed through Yang Gan's mind, without pausing at all, within two or three breaths, he was already close to where Qu Hun was.

'Six years later, this alchemy cultivator of the Yulingzong has only recovered to the fifth or sixth level of the Qi Refining Stage. It's really slow, so now it should be about the same as my mana cultivation. '

Yang Qian thought for a moment and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

It can be said that they are evenly matched!
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