"Is it really a fool to be a Daoist?"

The corners of Pan Yang's mouth raised slightly, he didn't dare to do this without two brushes.

If you want to blow up the Ding, first ask yourself about this Demon Suppression Sword Array.

The black spine dragon bone is taken from the body of the demon beast, and even if it is brewed with herbs, the demon qi in it still cannot be eradicated.

Since he is a demon, can he not be afraid of the sword in his hand?

This is where Pan Yang's confidence lies in daring to refine the Sanpin Pill.

Sure enough, I saw the sword array falling, and the Danding suddenly quieted down, and even faintly heard the demon pig wailing.

Helin was a little dumbfounded.

If his own disciple dared to play like this, he would have to break that kid's leg.

What Dan Dao pays attention to is the integration of medicinal powers, complementing each other, and suppressing it by external forces is a small way after all, and it is not even alchemy at all.

However, the other party was Elder Yun Jufeng, so he didn't have much to say.

Lin Ze was also slightly stunned.

It turns out that it can still be like this.

Seeing that this move was very effective, Pan Yang became more and more bold.

The sword is the extreme.

Extremely fast, or extremely sharp.

I think the same is true for Dan Dao, since it is to strengthen the body, why stick to the restrictions of Dan Fang, all kinds of swordsmanship have the same end, can't medicinal materials work?

Stretched out his hand and took out the body of a big snake from the storage bag, squeezed out the demon blood and dripped it into the ding, and took out a few dark blue vines, carefully peeled off the outer skin, and added them together.

Helin wipes his sweat, these are all great supplements, yin and yang are out of balance, it's just nonsense!

However, Pan Yang still didn't mean to stop there, so he took out all the medicinal materials in the storage bag, placed them in front of him in turn, and selected them attentively.

Seeing that the medicine pod has a tendency to shake again.

He frowned slightly, and took out a few more Dao swords: "Nine swords to subdue the demon, order the mountains and rivers spirits, suppress me!"

Whew!

It turned out to be the original sword array, and a layer of prohibition was added again.

More than ten bright Dao swords hung in the air, terrifying, Pan Yang and Zhao Jing were both in the foundation building perfection realm, but as an elder, they had a thousand-year-old inheritance of Yunju Peak, and the heritage was extremely profound.

It is no exaggeration to say that he can casually take out several more sword formations of this level.

Time passes slowly, and the sun sets.

When the sky was getting dark, there were already thirty Dao swords hanging on Xiaoqingshan Peak, and if others saw it, they would think that there were some terrifying demon beasts here.

Even Pan Yang himself forgot what he had added to the pod.

Originally, I just didn't want to lose too ugly.

Now it's a lot of fun, and I'm just curious about what I can refine.

Lin Ze raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup in his hand, and wanted to ask the other party a question.

Seeing that the medicine pod began to shake again, Pan Yang subconsciously slapped towards the storage bag.

However, this time, no Dao sword flew out again.

He was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that the shaking of the Dading was becoming more and more violent, he blinked, and turned his head to look at the Taoist on the bamboo chair, with apologies in his eyes.

"Well, old man...... This ......"

“......”

Lin Ze was puzzled by how many swords the other party had brought on his body.

At this moment, it seems that there is no need to ask.

Helin raised his head and smiled wryly, he had blown up the tripod three times last month, but the combined power might not be as great as this time.

"What are you waiting for, don't run yet!"

He didn't want to be disgraced.

Alchemy, fried Ding is a common thing, Xiaodan Peak is full of potholes, Helin has long been accustomed to it, but it's a pity that these ancient trees on the top of Qingshan Peak.

The surnamed Pan is afraid that he will have some blood this time, so he will make up for Elder Lin.

Worried that Lin Ze would be angry, Pan Yang hurriedly raised his palm, and said with some pain: "Go first, the old man will pay you forty spirit stones!"

This pot of medicinal materials alone is no less than thirty spirit stones, plus a medicine tripod worth twenty spirit stones.

Gotcha, it's a big game.

I have to go out of the sect at least to work for half a year to make up for the shortfall.

Lin Ze sighed helplessly, got up slowly, and said to Su Bailu, who was in a daze next to him: "You go and bring the two junior disciples and take a casual walk in the mountains." ”

"Where's Master?"

Before he finished asking, Su Bailu saw that the other party had already walked towards Pan Yang.

Passing through the sword array, Lin Ze stood still in front of the big ding.

Pan Yang's face was full of doubts, but he still stopped, the explosion was not a danger for the foundation building consummation monk, at most it would be a little embarrassing.

After thinking about it, he suddenly said in surprise: "Elder Mo Feilin is here to give me a sword? Quickly borrow it from me, the old man has to suppress this medicine tripod today!"

“......”

Lin Ze glanced at the other party and stretched out his hand to uncover the lid.

The fishy smell mixed with the fragrance of the spirit plant turned into an indescribable strange smell that made him frown.

Helin looked up helplessly: "If the old man knows what medicinal materials are put in, he can try to neutralize it." ”

His meaning was obvious.

Even a fourth-grade alchemist is a little helpless in the face of this situation.

Because even Pan Yang himself couldn't say what he added.

He could understand Elder Lin's feelings, but there was no good way, so he could only hope that the surnamed Pan would honestly restore this place in the future, so as not to spoil the harmony between the mountain gates.

Lin Ze did not answer, but closed his eyes.

After a while, he picked up a vein grass, gently pinched the lower half, and offered the innate true fire to roast it in the palm of his hand.

After about ten breaths passed, the white ash was scattered, and a ball of spiritual fluid as clear as a gem slowly floated.

"What is this doing?" Pan Yang looked over puzzled.

Helin didn't answer, but his face became a little serious.

It was the first time he had lost his smile since he walked up to Aoyama.

The other party's actions are actually not difficult to understand, this is condensing the spirit plant elixir, wanting to neutralize the medicinal power of Dingzhong.

After his Danfeng elder said that there was no way, Lin Ze was ready to take over this hot potato without saying a word, which undoubtedly showed his strong self-confidence.

However, when this self-confidence was based on the fact that it had only been a few days since he came into contact with the Immortal Pill Spectrum, his taste changed invisibly.

Lin Ze opened his eyes, looked down at the large pile of medicinal materials that Pan Yang had taken out earlier, and half-squatted down to pick them up carefully.

Of course, he would not be conceited that he was better than Helin.

His advantage is that he has always been in the position of a bystander, and he happens to remember everything that Pan Yang threw in, as well as the approximate weight.

"White and blue-backed snake demon blood, three drops. ”

Recalling the previous situation, Lin Ze picked out a piece of spiritual root: "It should be supplemented with three coins of Huangshi root." ”

His method of handling medicinal materials is very rusty, and at first glance he is a layman who has never practiced Dan.

But the look of surprise in Crane Lin's eyes became more and more intense.

It's just that the movements between the other party's slender palms are becoming more and more proficient at an extremely terrifying speed.

"Blackridge keel...... Half a catty ......"

On Lin Ze's indifferent face, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, even if it had been so long, he still couldn't believe that someone refining a three-grade pill would place medicinal materials in catties.

I'm afraid that only this Cloud Jufeng Elder can do it.

The vein grass is not good, it is too mild, and it must be heavily medicated.

His gaze swept over the many medicinal herbs in front of him, and finally stopped at a turquoise stone the size of a pebble's egg.