Crossing the Invincible World

Hua Qiangu may have used some special method or props, and her crisp voice echoed in the entire Buddhist scripture pavilion.

"I just received news that a certain ascending predecessor of Yaowanggu planted a maze of the sky in Yaowanggu, and 72 treasures of Tiangang were hidden in the formation. The key to cracking the maze is the heart. Today, it is the day when the Mysterious Array opens. Every disciple can find treasures by his own ability. The spirit deity of the treasures is here to guarantee that all the disciples can receive as their own!"

Hua Qiangu's voice is still thinking about it, but the entire Buddhist scripture pavilion has become like a boiling boiler. Everyone is discussing the treasures that may be left behind during the opening of the maze.

"Haha, are you interested?" Jiang Ning smiled and looked at the snow lotus beside Shili.

Snow Lotus smiled: "Speaking of treasures, isn't Snow Lotus the most precious treasure in front of Snow Lotus?"

"It's up to you! Have we ever missed the second-tier classics?" Jiang Ning shook his head, not discouraging Snow Lotus.

"Never missed anything!" Xuelian hugged Jiang Ning's arm with an inch.

"You..." Jiang Ning gave a wry smile, "Nothing, let's go to the third floor!"

"Could it be that this fellow has an unforgettable talent to come to my Yaowanggu to steal the classics?" Seeing Jiang Ning stepping into the three-story staircase with confidence, the inner disciple who followed Jiang Ning into the second floor turned his eyes. Turning around, he had a vicious trick in his heart, and immediately left the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion contented.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of stepping on the third floor, Jiang Ning took the time to look at his alchemy experience, and found that he had stepped into the realm of the master unknowingly, and immediately became complacent. He only felt that he had mastered all the alchemy skills in the world, and the only thing missing was the little actual operation.

"Ningshen spends three dollars, one dieda grass, five red Yangzhu,..." Although the doses of these dozens of medicinal materials were given, the order was not given. This pill Medicine is really embarrassing!

In a daze, Jiang Ning stepped into a hall full of Danding. I saw several young people in snow-white brocade robes busy in front of every Danding in the hall.

"This is? Could this be the third floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?" Jiang Ning didn't notice that Princess Snow Lotus who hung on his arm suddenly disappeared, and his mind was already sinking in the hall full of pill breath.

"It is rumored that the golden thorn grass is two and a half dollars, and the living root grass is two and a half dollars... It can be used to refine the big pill, but how to calculate the remaining medicine?"

Jiang Ning approached a Jinpao disciple and heard that disciple was frowning while watching Dan Ding mutter.

"Da Huan Dan? Hasn't it been lost for a long time? Could Medicine King Valley still be refined?" Hearing that disciple's self-talk, Jiang Ning was filled with curiosity.

With great curiosity, Jiang Ning approached another Danding, only to hear the Jinyi disciple beside the other Danding murmur: "Flame flower, silver leaf grass, wild steel grass, winter thorn grass... ...What proportion of these twenty-five kinds of herbs can be used to refine Shengshengzaohua Pill?"

After only half listening, Jiang Ning turned his attention to the other Danding, because most of the herbs that this Danding's Jinyi disciple read were extinct herbs.

"Pill for life and good fortune! If I can refine this magical medicine, my mother will still need to work hard to **** Nirvana and other gods for Houhou?" Secretly urging the Jinyi disciple who had just left, Jiang Ning shook his head. Wandering leisurely among other Danding.

It's a pity that Jiangning's alchemy experience is full of calculations, but he is not in the realm of a grandmaster. Most of the alchemy medicines these disciples recite are in the cloud. Only then did Jiang Ning focus on the chests of those Jinyi disciples.

"This is Medicine King Ding? I remember that the entire Medicine King Valley only has this mark on Yuemanlou's clothes, right? Are these disciples all at the same level as Yuemanlou?" Jiang Ning couldn't help but laugh at this just now. Up.

If the entire third floor is the chief disciple, then Yaowanggu still does not dominate the martial arts? What are you doing in the East China Sea? Jiang Ning subconsciously rejected his conjecture.

"Perhaps, every disciple who enters the third floor of the Medicine King Valley Tibetan Scripture Pavilion must wear this uniform?" Jiang Ning simply classified the suit as a uniform.

"It's a pity, these three-tier disciples are all people whose hearts are higher than the sky, and they all want to experiment with an extinct pill. Otherwise, this three-tier may be able to improve themselves a lot of practical experience!"

Sighing, Jiang Ning shook his head and left here.

"Bang!" The corridor was good when he came, but when Jiang Ning left, he seemed to have arranged an invisible energy, staggering Jiang Ning who wanted to leave.

"What's going on?" Jiang Ning touched the bumped forehead and looked at the corridor in surprise.

"Hahahahaha! I get it, I get it, I get it!!!" Just when Jiang Ning was surprised, a Jinpao disciple surrounded Danding and laughed wildly.

"What do you understand?" Jiang Ning, who was depressed, appeared in front of the disciple instantly and asked.

"I understand, I understand, I understand!!! It turns out that the Nine Revolutions Physical Training Pill was refined like this!!!" The disciple was not surprised by Jiang Ning's ghostly speed, just a simple face He told the reason for his happiness.

"Nine-turn physical training pill?" Jiang Ning searched for the pill orb (pseudo), and found that it was created by the Protoss and turned into the ultimate pill configured by the martial artist who used power to prove the Tao, and he was shocked. .

"Do you understand how this pill is refined?" Jiang Ning asked cautiously.

"Peng Zu never lied in his life!" The Jinyi disciple glared at Jiang Ning and said.

"Peng Zu?" Jiang Ning took a few steps back, almost falling to the ground. However, he was not ashamed of his gaffe. Instead, he looked at the Jinyi disciple with a shocked look: "Peng Zu is a figure ten thousand years ago. It is rumored to be Master Gu Zu, the king of medicine. You, such a disciple as you dare to call himself Peng Zu? "

"When did I create Medicine King Valley? I just made five disciples. Besides, I, Peng Zu, is just a small person who walks in the wrong way. Who will pretend to be me?" The Jinyi disciple touched. His head is stunned.