I have a blood fairy pupil

Chapter 132 Eighth Grade Formation Becomes Yan Qinghe

Wudao Mountain.

Xu Yin drove the Soul-Leaving Sword and fell from the mountain. The Soul-Leaving Sword was returned to its sheath, and he used the Divine Movement Technique to return to the outer gate and back to Qingshi Alley in a leap.

In front of the gate of his courtyard No. 81, Shi San was turning around to leave with a food box. When he met Xu Yin head-on, he looked startled. He quickly stepped forward and bowed his hands in salute, saying respectfully: "Shi San pays homage to Senior Brother Xu."

Xu Yin nodded slightly and took a look at the sky. It was probably the end of the day and said calmly: "Are you here every day these days?"

Shi San stood up and said with a smile: "Senior brother, I don't have anything else to do except come to your place. I just follow my routine and come here every day."

"You don't use Qi to practice?" Xu Yin asked casually, took out the formation order from the Qiankun bag, and opened the magic formation in the small courtyard.

Shi San quickly stepped forward and pushed the door open, and replied with a smile: "I am not qualified enough. No matter how hard I practice, I will never become an outer disciple. Now that I am lucky, I can work for you, senior brother, and I am already the best among the handyman disciples." Excellent, my life is safe, I should work harder."

Xu Yin nodded. There were very few fire department disciples who were responsible for serving as handymen. Most of the fire department disciples were responsible for taking turns to be responsible for a street area. Relatively speaking, the danger was actually not small.

People like Shi San are also the envy of many people among the Fire Department disciples.

Xu Yin took out the demon absorbing bead from his waist, used his magic power to release the white ghost from it, and then walked to the stone table and sat down.

"Brother, this food is a little cold."

"It doesn't matter, just keep it cooler if it's cold. I haven't even had a delicious meal in the mountains these past few days. It's just a good time to reminisce."

Xu Yin picked up the chopsticks and ate the food without any objection.

After eating and drinking, Shi San simply tidied up and bowed to say goodbye.

After Shi San left, Xu Yin opened the magic circle, took a look at the blood stains on the white ghost's body, and said, "Let the ghost armor fetch water and clean the blood stains on your body. The smell is too strong."

"Ouch!" Bai Gui responded, opened his mouth, spit out the evil wind, and came out wrapped in ghost armor.

Xu Yin walked straight into the room, closed the door, walked into the practice room, sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and practiced the exercises to restore his mana. After waiting for his mana to be full, he struck while the iron was hot, took off his Taoist robe, and condensed a cyan seal script in his palm. , slowly flew down on the left forearm, seeped into the flesh and blood, and blended into the bones.

A heavy squeezing pain came from the bones, and there was also a drowsy pain in the flesh and blood.

Xu Yin frowned slightly, and the flesh and blood on his forehead cracked. He opened his Blood Immortal Eyes to help, and guided by his spiritual consciousness, he guided the formation to carve seals on the arm bones.

His speed in carving formation patterns is not slow. On average, it takes roughly a quarter and a half to successfully complete a seal. If the rest time for replenishing mana is included, it takes two quarters of an hour.

There were previous foreshadowing experiments, and all of them were near misses, and they did not experience any failure such as broken bones.

Time passed little by little.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed. During this half month, Xu Yin never stepped out of his small courtyard.

Although he was careful when experimenting on others, if it happened to him, it would be a different scene, even more meticulous and cautious.

In the training room, as the last formation pattern formed on the skin and flesh, under the influence of magic power, the formation patterns on the bone body flashed, and formation patterns radiated outward from Xu Yin's body, instantly covering the small courtyard.

In the courtyard, the white ghost who was lying down and vomiting stood up instantly and looked around warily, a pair of golden eyes flashed with mysterious light, and he let out a low roar.

Gui Jia hurriedly came to Bai Gui and said in horror: "Master Gui! What is happening!"

The white ghost roared repeatedly, and white energy suddenly surged in front of him. A taller and more powerful white tiger appeared in front of the white ghost, with a fierce and sharp aura that made the white ghost's heart tremble.

"Ouch!" The white ghost made a fighting stance, its body covered with white light.

The white tiger's eyes were ruthless, with an indifference that emptied everything. He raised his paws and stepped forward. With one step, the ground in the courtyard was cut and torn instantly.

The white ghosts were waiting in full formation, their golden eyes becoming more and more fierce.

At this time, Xu Yin, who had put on his Taoist robes, walked out of the room and raised his hand. The white tiger instantly decomposed and turned into white blades floating in the air.

Bai Gui looked confused and turned to look at Xu Yin: "Aohou?"

"This is not a monster, it is just a condensed magic circle. Don't even think about fighting it. With your current eighth-grade inferior strength, it is enough to kill you instantly."

"Ow!"

The white ghost didn't believe it and shouted to Xu Yin to try it.

Xu Yin shook his head and smiled. He couldn't try it. Naturally, he knew the power of the magic circle he controlled best. The White Tiger Spirit just now was condensed by the Gengjin Qi caused by the general trend of the magic circle, and its lethality was astonishing.

Now that the eighth-level four-image formation has been completed, not to mention the white ghost, a low-level monster of the eighth level, even the monks at the peak of the induction realm who walked into the town had a narrow escape from death. The last glimmer of life was still given to those powerful monks with many trump cards. Some respect.

If an ordinary induction realm monk falls into the formation, and Xu Yin controls the formation to assist him, he will die without any chance of survival!
With a thought in his mind, the magic circle dissipated. Xu Yin walked up to Bai Gui, jumped up and lightly slapped Bai Gui on the head, and said happily: "You really don't know the heights of the world, you still don't believe my words."

"Ow!"

The white ghost buried his head on Xu Yin's shoulder and arched his head, with a hint of coquettishness.

Xu Yin shook his head and smiled, he was really a tigress.

Looking up into the dark night, Xu Yin touched his belly and said, "I haven't had dinner today. Let's go to Baiweilou for a meal first."

"Ouch!" Bai Gui was instantly excited. He had been eating ordinary beef and sheep for the past half month and had long missed Baiweilou's processed monster meat.

One man, one tiger and one ghost walked out of the small courtyard. Xu Yin turned over and rode on the white ghost. He took out the will-o'-the-wisp lantern from the Qiankun bag and threw it to the ghost armor.

Although he can now see at night, relatively speaking, he can see more clearly with lights on. The most important thing is the habit of lighting up the lights at night, which is difficult to change.

Gui Jia held the lamp in front and walked straight forward. Xu Yin sat on Bai Gui's back, stretched out, and asked: "Gui Jia, what time is it now?"

"Reporting to Master Dao, it is the end of Haishi now."

"Haishi..."

Xu Yin nodded and smiled. He had not yet counted the Qiankun bags in his hand. This time he had to take a good inventory and classify them. All the unused magic weapons and materials should be sold and replaced with spirit stones. Otherwise, he would be piled up with all kinds of miscellaneous things. There are still too many things.

"The Qiankun Bag is also inconvenient. The Qiankun Bag cannot identify its owner, and it is not convenient to collect things. The space inside is relatively small. I still need to buy another space to store the magic weapon. I don't know the price."

Xu Yin was thinking in his mind, and walked to Changsheng Street on the back of Bai Gui, and went straight to the front of Baiwei Tower.

Although it is already the end of Haishi, Changsheng Street is full of people coming and going. Night is the busiest time, and the Baiwei Building is also very lively with many diners.

Xu Yin jumped off the white ghost's back and walked straight into Baiwei Building. As soon as he entered the door, a handyman Taoist boy in charge of reception in the building quickly came forward. Xu Yin came to Baiwei Building many times and was recognized by the Taoist boy in the building. A familiar face.

"Greetings to Senior Brother, Senior Brother, are you still alone?" The Taoist Taoist boy came forward and bowed and asked.

Xu Yin nodded and said, "It's just me. Business in the building is good tonight, but are there any seats left?"

"Replying to Senior Brother, there are no single empty seats. We can only share tables at the moment. If Senior Brother minds, we can only wait for a while. An empty table will be available in about a quarter of an hour."

"There's no need to wait. I'll share the table with others and prepare some monster meat. My White Ghost will eat until he's full."

"Yes, brother please."

The busboy bowed forward and led the way respectfully. After reaching the second floor, he went straight to table No. [-].

There is a person sitting on this table at the moment. She is a female Taoist nun. She is wearing a spacious Taoist robe. She has a very good face. She is not old, and her eyebrows are green. Unfortunately, her chest is flat. Xu Yin secretly thought to himself. Said: "If one can exchange Gu Yu's pair of murderous weapons, this disciple will definitely be highly sought after by the male disciples in the outer sect."

Moreover, at such an age of eighteen or nineteen, his cultivation level is higher than his, which makes him unable to see clearly, and it is very human.The handyman stepped forward, bowed and said, "Senior sister, there are no seats in the building. Can this senior brother share a table with senior sister?"

The female Taoist nun glanced at the handyman Taoist boy, then looked at Xu Yin, her eyes were surprised, she nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

This is also the rule in Baiweilou. One person per table. When the restaurant is full, priority will be given to sharing tables. If allowed, a [-]% discount will be given.

"Thank you, senior sister!" The handyman Daotong bowed to express his thanks, then turned to look at Xu Yin and said, "Senior brother, please."

Xu Yin stepped forward, made a smile with a kind face, and said with a smile: "I am a poor fellow, Xu Yin. I have thanked this senior sister. How do I call her senior sister?"

Hearing this, the female Taoist nun stood up and returned the greeting, smiling and saying: "I have met Junior Brother Xu Yin, poor Taoist Yan Qinghe. Junior Brother, you are not welcome. Please sit down."

Xu Yin nodded and took his seat. The handyman on the side took out the menu, handed it to Xu Yin and said, "Senior brother, this is today's menu."

Xu Yin turned around and glanced around. There were ten dishes in total, all of which were ordinary dishes. The most expensive ones were only six low-grade spiritual stones.

"Senior Sister Yan, have you ever ordered food?" Xu Yin asked.

Yan Qinghe's eyes moved slightly, and he said softly: "I ordered two dishes, one is braised black fish, and the other is heart-burning."

Xu Yin nodded, looked at the handyman Taoist boy and said, "Then count all the remaining eight ways."

"Yes, senior brother." The handyman bowed and left.

Yan Qinghe looked at Xu Yin and suddenly smiled: "Junior Brother Xu ordered so many dishes by himself, can you finish them?"

"I have a big appetite. If I can't finish it, I'll take it away and save it for tomorrow's breakfast."

"I see, I thought he was my junior brother and was planning to invite me to eat together."

Xu Yin said kindly: "Since we share the same table, senior sister, it doesn't hurt to eat together."

After Xu Yin finished speaking, Yan Qinghe stared at Xu Yin for a while, curious in his heart, and asked directly: "Junior brother looks young, and the name Xu Yin is also familiar. Could it be the one from Baizhenyuan?"

"If there is no one else, it would be me." Xu Yin replied, without raising his head, but took out Chen Chuang and Chen Qingmei's Qiankun bags from his arms to check them.

As if no one else was watching, they took out the spirit stones from their universe bags and counted them. They found that there were only 390 three low-grade spirit stones in total. The two induction realm monks only had this amount of money, so they were somewhat poor.

After transferring the spirit stones to his Qiankun bag, Xu Yin began to count the magical weapons and elixirs.

There are a total of four eighth-grade magic weapons, two magic swords, one eighth-grade medium, and one eighth-grade low-grade. Chen Chuang’s black shield has been shattered, and there is still an eighth-grade high-grade ink-colored round bead left. Chen Qingmei's eighth-grade inferior black whip weapon.

As for the pills, they didn't have many pills on them. They had five Mifa Pills to restore mana, seven Qi-Napping Pills for practice, two Restoration Pills for healing, two Detoxifying Pills, and three Qingxin Pills.

In addition, there is a storage box. In the storage box, a one-foot-long yellow ginseng lies silently. The ginseng roots are long and cotton-like, and there is a circle of golden mysterious lines on the ginseng.

"Golden Yang Ginseng is an eighth-grade high-quality elixir. It can strengthen the body and strengthen the body, heal internal injuries, and also has the effect of condensing mana. Not bad."

Xu Yin nodded repeatedly and put it into his Qiankun bag.

After the two of them had packed up their Qiankun bags, Xu Yin searched with his spiritual consciousness and suddenly took out the golden brick magic weapon from his own Qiankun bag. This gold brick was an eighth-grade magic weapon. It had not been used since the last time it was brought back. Ji Lian, after thinking for a moment, decided to sell them all.

He now has the Blood Crow Gourd, the Wutu Flag, the Heavy Ox Ring, and the Son-Mother Soul-Leaving Sword, which is enough.

After Xu Yin took stock of everything, the Taoist boy also came with dishes and served them one by one.

Yan Qinghe looked at Xu Yin with strange eyes and said: "Junior brother Xu is really different. In full view of everyone in Baiweilou, he dares to count his harvest."

"It's common to kill two monks when you go out. Why don't you dare?" Xu Yin shook his head and smiled, looking around and said: "What's more, with my little harvest, there are no perfect treasures. Everyone, my fellow disciples, have seen it. Just look at it, what other ideas can you come up with?"

"If you have an idea, that would be the best. I can also get a few more Qiankun bags."

Yan Qinghe smiled and said, "Junior brother is really confident."

"I think that gold brick is good. Judging from its pattern, it should be an eighth-grade magical weapon. Its main material is heavy gold and iron sand. It should also be mixed with seventh-grade materials such as fallen sea iron and immersed gold. In the eighth-grade Among the peerless magic weapons, it is also second to none.”

Hearing this, Xu Yin's eyes were surprised, and he looked at Yan Qinghe suspiciously: "You can see this? Senior sister is a disciple of Tiangongyuan?"

Before Yan Qinghe could answer, a figure from the next table looked over and said, "Junior Brother Xu doesn't know Junior Sister Yan?"

Hearing the sound, Xu Yin frowned, turned around and said in surprise: "Senior Brother Fang?"

Fang Baoyu opened the curtain, looked over, and said helplessly: "I was waiting for Junior Brother Xu to find me first, but in the end, I was counting the Qiankun Bag."

Xu Yin smiled kindly, cupped his hands and said, "Hahaha, please forgive me for not paying attention, senior brother."

Fang Baoyu shook his head and smiled: "I also admire junior brother. Junior sister Yan is sitting opposite, and she can still be so focused."

Xu Yin raised his head and looked at Yan Qinghe. He had no plans to find a Taoist companion now. What does it have to do with whether he is good-looking or not?
"Senior Sister Yan, according to Senior Brother Fang, you are quite well-known in our outer sect?"

Yan Qinghe smiled and said: "In terms of popularity, who can compare with Junior Brother Xu now? I entered the temple three years ago and became an outer disciple. I am one year above you, and I was also the last seed disciple of Tiangongyuan."

Fang Baoyu said with a smile: "Junior Brother Xu, Junior Sister Yan is still an eighth-grade weapon refiner. The quality of the magical weapons she refines is extremely good. She is now at the peak of the Sensing Realm. If she hadn't delayed too much in the weapon refining process, It’s been a long time, but now it’s hard for Junior Brother to see Junior Sister Yan in the outer sect.”

"Senior brother, thank you." Yan Qinghe smiled slightly.

Xu Yin looked surprised, Yan Qinghe turned out to be a seed disciple of Tiangongyuan.

No wonder at such an age, his cultivation level is higher than him.

"Senior Brother Fang, do you want to sit over here with me?" Xu Yin asked casually.

"Hahaha, next time! By the way, junior brother, the spell you borrowed from the Sutra Pavilion last time has expired. Although it is okay, it still needs to be returned as soon as possible." Fang Baoyu reminded.

Xu Yin raised his eyebrows and immediately cupped his hands and said, "I forgot about it for a moment. Thank you for reminding me, senior brother. I will send it to the Scripture Collection Pavilion tomorrow."

Fang Baoyu nodded and smiled, gave Xu Yin a special look, and then lowered the curtain.

Xu Yin looked calm, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating. While eating, he said: "Senior Sister Yan, eat it, you're welcome."

Yan Qinghe smiled and nodded, and after eating a few chopsticks, he said, "Junior Brother Xu, do you want to sell your gold brick magic weapon?"

"Well, senior sister wants it?"

Yan Qinghe said: "The refining method of this gold brick seems to be a little different. I want to study it. Moreover, the three-door competition is about to begin, and there is another suitable magical weapon with me."

"Three-door competition?" Xu Yin's eyes were curious and confused for a moment.

Yan Qinghe saw this and explained: "The concentrated competition of the three outer sects, left, middle and right, will be held in the inner sect. It is held once every ten years. It is also an opportunity for the outer sect disciples. If they can be defeated by the peak masters and elders of the inner sect, If you have the opportunity to stay in the inner sect directly, you can become an inner sect disciple without the cultivation level of the seventh-grade Mingshen realm."

Xu Yin's eyes moved slightly and asked: "What about us seed disciples?"

"Looking at the performance, the probability is naturally higher. If my junior brother has cultivated so much in such a short period of time, and even more peaks are vying for invitations, if my junior brother participates in the three-door competition, he will definitely enter the inner sect."

Xu Yin's expression changed. If he could enter the inner gate earlier, he would naturally not want to stay longer at the outer gate.

After all, among the inner sect, neither the treatment nor the aura of heaven and earth in the mountains can be compared with that of the outer sect.

(End of this chapter)