I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

He walked forward and took a look at the charred corpse. The fatal wound on the corpse was not the Yin Thunder Talisman, but the spiritual talisman. It was just that the skin and flesh were split open, and the whole body was paralyzed, and the ability to defend was temporarily lost.

The physical body is strong, and the most afraid of thunder attribute spells.

Lingxu Zhi, who followed closely behind, took advantage of its wide open defenses to submerge it. This was the direct factor that caused death.

Han Yi was glad that he was so careful to kill the strongest man he had encountered so far.

He picked up the halberd that was thrown dozens of meters away and put it into a storage bag. The halberd was made of a special material and was blown away at the very beginning. It was not broken or damaged in any way. It was gilded. On the surface, as always.

Then, Han Yi squatted down and picked up the sturdy young man's storage bag from the charred corpse.

Then, out of habit, I searched around the body and found a bag that was smaller than an ordinary storage bag.

Han Yi picked it up.

The bag is black, no more than the size of a palm, and the material looks like gold rather than gold. It is so light that it has almost no weight. Even if it is placed in the palm of your hand, except for its soft and gentle touch, you can hardly notice its existence.

Han Yi identified it and didn't recognize what it was, so he was about to throw it into the storage bag. The next moment, he was stunned.

The black bag in the palm of his hand remained motionless.

Can't take it?

He thought he had made a mistake just now, and couldn't help but scan it with his spiritual thoughts, trying to put it into the storage bag again.

This time, Han Yi felt it more clearly. The black bag in front of him was not resisting the storage bag, but the storage bag could not accommodate the bag. .

So far, he hasn't encountered anything that doesn't fit into the storage bag.

Thinking of some common knowledge about cultivating immortals that he had heard before, Han Yi's face suddenly became overjoyed.

"This, this can't be the Qiankun bag, right?"

However, this was not the time to explore. Han Yi placed it close to his body, and then confirmed that except for the charred corpses, there was nothing of value within a dozen meters around him. He turned around and ran towards the outside. .

Two quarters of an hour later.

A young man wearing a bloody robe appeared in front of the charred corpse. He leaned down and after identifying the corpse, he stood up suddenly and exclaimed.

"It's Senior Brother Liao Yan."

"Senior Brother Liao was actually killed? This, this...how is it possible??"

"How can that swordsman, who is only at the seventh level of Qi training, kill Senior Brother Liao, who is a senior Qi practitioner?"

The young man's expression suddenly changed.

"No, damn it, Senior Brother Liao is Senior Uncle Qi's disciple, and he has a very special status. If he dies here, it will be troublesome."

"In addition, he has the Qiankun bag given to him by Uncle An. The contents of the bag are even more important than this mission."

"You must inform Senior Brother Han immediately."

This young man was the monk who had previously acted with the Blood God Son Han Xuxiao of the Blood God Sect.

It's just that the division of labor is different. Han Xuxiao is responsible for keeping an eye on the tiger demon, pushing him all the way, and destroying the Xuandan Sect disciples who are accompanying him, while Liao Yan is responsible for collecting the precious spiritual plants that the demon tiger originally guarded. After collecting them, they coordinate to hunt down the Xuandan Sect disciples.

Previously, this young man also told Liao Yan that they had met a sword immortal, and Liao Yan showed great interest.

Sword Immortal, the number one in killing.

As for physical cultivation, one is on the road to immortality. When meeting the Sword Immortal, one cannot help but be excited.

The young monk fled away. He needed to tell Han Xuxiao what happened here. This matter was too big. If the Qiankun Bag was really lost, Master An would be angry and they would be flooded.

…

After a stick of incense, two blood-colored robed monks suddenly appeared in front of the charred corpse. One of them was the young man who had appeared here before, and the other was Han Xuxiao, the Blood God Son of the Blood God Sect.

Han Xuxiao's face was no longer calm, but solemn with a hint of murderous intent. He leaned down and took a look.

"That's right, it's Liao Yan."

"The one who killed him was not the sword immortal, but someone else."

Han Xuxiao's fingers, glowing with blood, gently pressed on the charred corpse. Then, he pulled up, and there was a wisp of red and black breath, which he pulled out of the corpse.

With a pinch of his fingers, he pinched this wisp of breath between his two fingers.

"This breath is a bit familiar..."

Hanxuxiao frowned, then relaxed.

"I know, it's the Xuandan Sect disciple who killed Shi Heng."

"To be able to kill Liao Yan, it seems that this disciple is anything but simple."

"You continue to organize the hunt for other Xuandan Sect disciples, and I will go get the Qiankun Bag back. By the way, I will kill this Xuandan Sect disciple."

Hanxuxiao spoke lightly, with a hint of excitement on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a spell and landed on the breath on his fingertips.

Soul chasing.

The black and red aura floated gently, suddenly popped out, turned into a sharp arrow, and shot in a certain direction.

Hanxuxiao's body disappeared from the same place, and when it reappeared, it was already a hundred meters away. The blurry figure flickered and disappeared again. This time, even the shadow could not be seen clearly.

The young man standing there also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother Han will be able to capture anyone who is not in the top ten of Xuan Dan Sect."

"In this way, recovering the Qiankun Bag can also relieve Uncle An from being held accountable, otherwise..."

The young man remembered the sect's speculation about Liao Yan's identity, as well as the methods of Uncle Qi and Uncle An, and his body trembled, and he couldn't help but shudder.

…

the other side.

After Han Yi left, he did not go to find Chu Jinmo, but went straight to the outside of the mountains. Because he only had 20% of the mana left in his body, his speed after using light body was lower than the original speed, but it was still comparable to normal training. The eighth-level Qi monk.

Next.

No more accidents happened along the way.

When he stepped out of the forest and saw three immortal warships hovering on the ground a few hundred meters away, there were many inner disciples standing or sitting cross-legged on the fairy ships. Han Yi finally felt relieved. tone.

"Finally back."

Han Yi glanced around and saw the previous seven-person group He Fengdi, Chu Jinmo, and Shen Ru gathered together. His face lit up and he quickly approached.

Sudden.

A terrifying aura approached quickly from behind. Han Yi didn't even think about it. Without turning around, he quickly rushed out, stepped onto the fairy ship with a swipe.

same moment.

Sitting cross-legged on the fairy ship, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe stood up angrily,

"Hmph, Blood God Sect, you are seeking death!!"

The middle-aged man in Xuanpao carried a long sword on his back. He drew the sword and struck it, and a huge sword light appeared in front of the fairy ship. It was ten meters long. The sword light was black and red, as if it was burning strangely. black fireworks.

brush! !

The sword light pushed out horizontally.

Sweeping rapidly from the mountain forest, exuding terrifying power, was a Blood God Sect monk wearing a blood-colored robe. His eyes crossed the light of the sword and did not look at the middle-aged man in black robes. Instead, he stared at the man who was already there. Han Yi, who jumped onto the fairy ship, flashed with murderous intent.

This person was clearly Han Xuxiao who was chasing him.

However, he never expected that Han Yi would run straight out of the mountain range without stopping. Even if he used the soul-chasing technique as a guide and pursued him at full speed, he would still be one step behind.

It's a pity that I can't kill you this time, this thought flashed through his mind.

But next time, you will definitely not survive. He has written down Han Yi's aura and appearance. He will kill him next time he encounters him.

then.

Only then did he turn his attention to the huge sword light that was pressing down in mid-air.

I saw the excitement in his eyes suddenly rising. With his fingers together, the blood-colored sword on his back suddenly rose into the air and faced him.

boom! !

There were terrifying roars and explosions in the sky, the mountains and forests shook, and the fairy ship's autonomous protective formation flashed with spiritual light fluctuations.

Before the shock dissipated, the blood sword flew back, and Han Xuxiao retreated calmly.

The black-robed monk who slashed with the sword suddenly jumped out with a flash of light in his eyes.

"Flame Blood Sword?"

"Hanxuxiao?"

"Hmph, since you came here to seek death today, then just stay."

The black-robed monk disappeared in mid-air with a 'swish' sound. When he reappeared, he was already at the position where Han Xuxiao had just stood. He took another step forward, his figure disappeared, and he was already chasing him away.

Everyone on the fairy ship was horrified.

Among them, Han Yi, who had just rushed onto the fairy ship and had not had time to take a breath, was even more horrified and had the consciousness of escaping from death.

"This man came for me."

"Who can actually block a blow from the Foundation Establishment Stage? Who is this person?"

"Fortunately, I was one step ahead of him."

These two thoughts emerged one after another. At this moment, the middle-aged man in the foundation building stage who was sitting in front of the fairy ship had already flashed his figure and chased after him. He disappeared in an instant.

Of course, there was more than one Foundation Establishment Stage monk accompanying the Immortal Ship, so no one was worried about this.

but.

Before the spiritual storm of sword light and sword energy colliding in front of the fairy ship stopped, a disciple suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "It's Han Xuxiao."

This disciple's face was ugly, and Han Yi could recognize him. He was a monk at the ninth level of Qi training, and he had ranked over 20 in the Inner Peak Competition.

What makes him look ugly, and he even knows his name, is that this person from the Blood God Sect is by no means an ordinary person.

On the fairy ship, low voices of discussion resounded among the disciples who gathered in twos and threes. After Han Yi calmed down his inner fear, he walked towards Chu Jinmo who came up to meet him.

"Junior Brother Han, thank you for saving me."

Chu Jinmo cupped his hands and thanked him. Although his face was still pale, he seemed to be fine. The silver sword he carried on his back had regained its composure, just like an ordinary magic weapon, and did not show any magic.

Han Yi smiled: "Sister Chu, there is no need to be so polite."

Chu Jinmo looked solemn as he cupped his hands and said, "This is a life-saving grace. Junior Brother Han doesn't need to care about it, but I need to keep it in my heart."

Han Yi held up his hand and said, "Senior Sister Chu is serious. If I were in danger, Senior Sister Chu would not stand idly by."

Chu Jinmo nodded solemnly: "If Junior Brother Han is in trouble, I will sacrifice my life to save him."

Han Yi smiled sarcastically, Chu Jinmo was really a sweetheart.

Both sides know that this is not a relationship between men and women, but a friendship between the same family.

Afterwards, Chu Jinmo took Han Yi to He Fengdi and Shen Ru, who were sitting cross-legged and adjusting their breaths more than ten meters away. Everyone met and nodded in greeting.

"Junior Brother Han, you are so lucky. If you were a step too late and were caught up by Han Xuxiao, you would definitely die."

He Fengdi stared at Han Yi and said thoughtfully.

"Senior Brother He, do you know him too?" Han Yi asked doubtfully, "Han Xuxiao? Who is this person?"