The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 34 The Third Level of Qi Refining
Quickly put the money bags carried by Li Erhu and the three brothers Manniu, as well as the hidden spiritual stones, secrets and other things into Li Erhu's money bag.

Zhang Jingyuan took Zhao Mingyang and left quickly, with no intention of destroying the body and eliminating traces.

There is no way, Zhang Jingyuan hasn't had time to prepare things like corpse powder. If he wants to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces, it will really waste time. If they meet other monks and suddenly become murderous, they will be in trouble. .

Furthermore, the people who can go to Sanpo to gather for support are basically the kind of people who eat one meal and don’t want the next one. They have no relatives and no reason to exist, so don’t worry, kill the younger one, and then because the beginning and end are not cleaned, the result will be There are endless troubles with fathers, grandfathers, and ancestors.

Moreover, from the perspective of the people in Sanpoji, this kind of killing is really common and not worth mentioning. Living in Sanpoji is basically the same as having your head pinned to your belt.

Therefore, the best policy is to leave here as soon as possible.

The two of them were speechless all the way, burying their heads in running, until they saw the Sanyang flag flying in Yanyang City, they were completely relieved.

Especially for Zhao Mingyang, his legs felt weak just now and he almost wanted to sit down and not leave.

What happened in the past two days was undoubtedly too exciting, too dangerous, and too incredible for him.

He even felt that everything that happened in the first sixteen years of his life was not half as exciting as what happened in these two days.

"When you get home, take a good rest, and remember not to leave this jade pendant. After all, when you encounter a real crisis, it may still save your life."

Hearing Zhang Jingyuan's instructions, Zhao Mingyang nodded repeatedly. If it weren't for this protective jade pendant, he would have died tragically under Niu Erli's mace.

Even at that time, he swore that from now on, this protective jade pendant would become an organ in his body. As long as he was still breathing, he would never put this protective jade pendant aside, not even when bathing or sleeping. It won't be damaged by being soaked or crushed.

What needs to be said has been said, so everyone goes home to rest. Although today's battle is not dangerous for him, it is really a huge drain on his mental and physical strength, especially his spirit.

It is really not an easy task to use your spiritual consciousness to control flying swords and compete with Li Erhu.

After returning home, the door was pushed open instantly. Zhang Jingyuan didn't even need to look at it. Zhang Meifeng must not be at home.

Going upstairs, Zhang Jingyuan lay on the bed, calmed down, and then spread the money bag and other things collected from Li Erhu and others on the bed.

I have to say that it is good to be able to sort out the harvest every day. It would be even better if you could get something for nothing.

Putting this impossible beauty behind him, Zhang Jingyuan seriously examined his harvest this time.

The first is Li Erhu's money bag. I have to say that Li Erhu is really rich. No, Li Erhu has so much inventory that he actually asked him to make a mortal money bag with storage space, but the area must be smaller. Thirty centimeters square.

However, Zhang Jingyuan doesn't mind it. This money bag can be sold for five or six spiritual stones, right?

Then there is the most important spirit stone. I don’t know if it was because he had just robbed it. The spirit stones harvested this time were not many. The total number of spirit stones and spirit coins was less than five spirit stones.

"Poor guy!"

Zhang Jingyuan muttered. This sentence was not only about Li Erhu, but also about the three Manniu brothers, because he could not find a complete spiritual stone from the three Manniu brothers. When they arrived at Dian Lingshi, they all ate and drank.

Then there is a money bag with mortal weapons. Zhang Jingyuan speculates that it belongs to Qiu Laodao, because this money bag contains all kinds of fake and inferior spiritual treasures.

Well, that's right, including the two small swords and mirrors that Zhang Jingyuan bargained for yesterday.

Holding these two things in the palm of his hand, Zhang Jingyuan felt a little complicated. To be honest, he did not expect that these two things would come into his hands in this form.

In addition, Zhang Jingyuan had a thought. Since Qiu Laodao died in the hands of Li Erhu, is it possible that at least two of the spiritual stones he obtained from Li Erhu were the two pieces that Qiu Laodao obtained from him?
The more he thought about it, the more likely Zhang Jingyuan felt.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became happy, and he also indirectly played the role of White Wolf with empty gloves and had a free meal.

And the more interesting thing is that if he had not obtained the Frost Jade from Qiu Laodao, he would have been killed by Li Erhu today, but the difficulty of killing Li Erhu and the others would have to be at least one level higher.

"It's true that I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me, and Boren even saved my life."

Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but sigh. If he had thought about this issue earlier, he would have set up a monument for Qiu Laodao before leaving.

Putting these things back into the money bag, Zhang Jingyuan was prepared to restore them all when he had the opportunity in the future. He would use the materials he could use and sell the materials he couldn't use.

In addition, there is also a bottle of Yun Shen Dan that Li Erhu wants to give to him as a disciple.

There are ten Shen Yun Dan in this bottle, but the quality... is a bit unsatisfactory, even worse than what the Yamen distributes.

Anyway, Zhang Jingyuan wouldn't eat this kind of Shen Yun Dan, so he could only keep it and sell it to Su Wen Zhai. After everything was sorted, Zhang Jingyuan took out a spiritual stone and assumed the posture of Five Qi Chaoyang Jue.

Visualizing three scorching suns in his mind, Zhang Jingyuan felt that the sun's rays were scattered on these three scorching suns, and the hot tongues of fire were spitting out, showing a unique rhythm, and the spiritual power in his body also followed this unique rhythm. The rhythm was like a trickle in his body, gurgling endlessly.

And the spiritual energy in the spiritual stone in his hand also seeped into his body bit by bit along with the movement of spiritual power in his body.

Finally, these spiritual powers gathered at the three scorching suns and turned into a drop of rich golden spiritual liquid, which fell into Zhang Jingyuan's internal organs, eight extraordinary meridians, and limbs, strengthening his body and increasing his spiritual power.

Soon, a month and a half passed.

In the past month and a half, Zhang Jingyuan rarely went out even to the gate, let alone Sanpoji. He spent the whole day absorbing spiritual stones here to increase his cultivation.

After all, this kind of Qi refining level requires single-handedly fighting four mid-stage Qi refining stages, and then having to carry an oil bottle with you is really uncomfortable.

If it's a leapfrog challenge and a battle with some geniuses and elders, that's it.

It's okay. I keep beating up some gangsters who don't even have four spiritual roots. I feel exhausted just thinking about it.

However, Zhang Jingyuan has hardly been able to leave or take a step forward in the past month and a half. It must be said that he has gained a lot.

His cultivation level suddenly improved from the first level of Qi Refining to [the third level of Qi Refining 412/600], crossing two levels at once. This progress is not a big improvement.

But the price was also huge. All the spiritual stones he had obtained during the Sanpo Gathering and his party, as well as the spiritual stones he had saved before but had no use for, had been used up, not to mention the twenty or so spiritual stones.

Even in the middle, he took the time to restore all the fake spiritual treasures he obtained from Qiu Laodao into materials and sold them to shops. He also sold seven or eight spiritual stones, but he used them all.

In other words, including the eighteen spirit stones absorbed in the pulse opening room, Zhang Jingyuan had eaten more than fifty spirit stones before he reached the third level of Qi refining.

This efficiency...

To be honest, Zhang Jingyuan wanted to slap himself.

You must know that for the other four spiritual root monks, fifty spiritual stones can support them at least to the sixth or seventh level of Qi refining. They are fourth-class middle-grade monks and have accumulated spiritual stones for ten years.

"It's okay. The slow pace of my practice shows that I have a solid foundation and I can still make a comeback in the future."

Zhang Jingyuan cheered himself up, but it sounded a bit insincere.

"Hey! My dear old mother, the sun is rising in the west, but you are at home and prepared a loving breakfast for your son."

When he went downstairs, he saw that Zhang Meifeng was at home, and the table was full of breakfast. Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help teasing her.

Of course, these breakfast items such as lotus seed porridge and sun cakes are all bought outside.

After all, Zhang Jingyuan still knew very well who Zhang Meifeng was. He was too lazy to let her make breakfast. It was just a dream. He was thankful to God if he could buy some for her.

To this day, he still remembers that in his previous life, when he was still young, he asked Zhang Meifeng to fry him a sun-cooked egg, but Zhang Meifeng refused without hesitation and ruthlessly.

Later, he even wondered whether his predecessor had never eaten breakfast made by Zhang Meifeng in his life.

"Your dear old mother, you woke up so early, took the trouble to go out, and bought you your favorite breakfast. Aren't you a little touched?"

Zhang Meifeng gave Zhang Jingyuan a charming look in her eyes, and the grievance in her words really went through the roof.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingyuan suddenly smiled and said in a strange tone: "Then I really want to thank you. Thank you for buying breakfast for your precious son for the first time in sixteen years. I am really touched."

"Mom, aren't you too tired? Besides, this is the first time I have bought you breakfast. I bought it for you when you were a child..."

Seeing that Zhang Jingyuan was not moved at all, Zhang Meifeng's face, which was still a little ashamed, instantly turned into another ugly face and said:
"I worked so hard to buy you breakfast, but you still make weird noises and look unhappy. If you don't like it, don't eat it!"

"How could I not eat the breakfast of love that you finally brought to me?"

Zhang Jingyuan said nonchalantly.

He didn't know how many times he had brought breakfast to Zhang Meifeng. It was not easy for him to eat Zhang Meifeng once, and he would not stop eating it.

And listen to what Zhang Meifeng said in human terms, what does it mean to buy it for him when he was a child? Not only have I not made breakfast for him once in so many years, but I have never bought him one. Is there such a mother in the world?
(End of this chapter)