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There was a heart-piercing pain in his left arm, and the dragon sat up violently, trembling all over, breathing rapidly, and his eyes full of fear. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After relieving himself, he looked left and right, and found himself in the refining workshop, the anger was overwhelming, and the sound of thumping instrument blanks was incessant.

"Whew...... It turned out to be just a dream. ”

He stood up, let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his head, put the dozen or so flying swords he had refined into the ring, extinguished the flames in the furnace, and then walked to the stairs to the outer door ledger.

The account room, located on the west side of the halfway point of the Zhuxin Peak, is a large courtyard.

Half an hour later, Long Mad was already standing outside the gate of the village, and saw an endless stream of outer disciples entering and leaving the account room.

Many outer disciples who were passing by hurriedly stopped and bowed their hands to him, their eyes full of gratitude, and they said, "Senior Brother Long! ”

Long Mania slowed down his steps and returned the salute one by one, feeling a little confused in his heart, since he entered the Tianxuan Sect, in addition to his residence, he stayed in the refining workshop, why do these people know themselves?

A moment later, he walked into the spacious account room, where he saw a long queue of people in front of the counter.

"Well, I'll give you a record of thirty sect contribution points, and keep working hard."

"The quality of this spell needs to be strengthened, so let's give you ten sect contribution points."

"This herb is good, fifteen points of sect contribution value."

Behind the counter, sat four middle-aged monks in money-patterned robes, with gentle smiles on their faces, busy with their work.

Langzhang Zhenren, who had a leisurely face, sat at the large round table in the account hall, smiling and holding the delicate and simple purple sand teapot, and taking a sip from time to time.

When he saw the dragon madness at the door, his smile became even stronger, his eyes were squeezed into a thin slit by the fat on his face, and he shouted loudly: "Little madness, come and sit down." ”

The voice was very deep and attracted everyone's attention.

Hearing the summons, Long Mad had no choice but to bite the bullet, meet the eyes of a hundred or so, walk quickly to the round table, respectfully bow his hand, and saluted: "The disciple has seen Langzhang Zhenren!" ”

Langzhang Zhenren motioned for him to sit down and said with a smile: "Sit down and talk." I heard Senior Brother Langhuo say, you have succeeded in refining weapons, are you here today to exchange the contribution value of the sect? ”

"Sect contribution value?"

Ever since he entered this account room, the dragon madness had heard this word the most, but he didn't know what it meant.

"Hehe......" Looking at him with a puzzled look, Langzhang Zhenren took a sip of tea and explained: "The contribution value of the sect can be exchanged for scarce items such as pills, weapons, and magic tricks. Well, it's equivalent to the currency of the sect. ”

"Oh, I see."

Hearing this explanation, Long Mad suddenly realized in his heart, took out the dozen or so flying swords he had refined from the ring, put them on the table one by one, and said, "These flying swords, let's exchange them for spirit stones." ”

Because he weighed it slightly, he thought to himself that except for the pill, I don't lack anything else, so I still have peace of mind with the spirit stone.

Seeing so many flying swords, everyone was shocked, and their eyes converged on Long Mania's body again, extremely envious and admired, but when they heard him say that they wanted to exchange for spirit stones, there was a burst of regret.

"Well, six low-grade spiritual weapons, four medium-grade spiritual weapons, and one high-grade spiritual weapon."

After Langzhang Zhenren identified the grade of the flying sword, he smiled and said: "Except for the high-grade spirit weapon flying sword, the quality of the rest of the flying swords can only be regarded as excellent, the top-grade level is worth six hundred medium-grade spirit stones, the middle-grade is worth fifty, and the low-grade is only worth ten." ”

He clicked on the desktop with his right index finger quite regularly, was silent for a moment, and continued: "Excluding the materials consumed and the sect handed over, these flying swords are only worth four hundred and thirty medium-grade spirit stones!" Are you sure you really want to exchange it for spirit stones, not sect contribution points? ”

More than 400 medium-grade spirit stones!

Hearing this number, the dragon maniac was inexplicably ecstatic in his heart, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

After all, he has been poor since he was a child, and he used to work tirelessly in the mine, and he only had more than 3,000 gold coins in a month, which could not be exchanged for three medium-grade spirit stones.

Now these more than 400 medium-grade spirit stones are tantamount to a huge amount of money for him.

Long Mad had a stiff expression, took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and replied softly, "The disciple is sure to exchange for spirit stones." ”

"Well, okay, these are forty-three high-grade spirit stones."

Hearing this decision, Langzhang Zhenren was slightly disappointed, and with a flick of his robe sleeves, there was a small pile of shiny spirit stones on the table.

Looking at the legendary high-grade spirit stone, the dragon mad resisted the urge to raise his head and roar in his heart, put the spirit stone into the ring, and after giving it up, he hurriedly ran out of the account house.

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From the account room to the courtyard of the back mountain, if it is on weekdays, you have to run for at least nearly an hour.

However, in less than half an hour, the dragon madness returned to his residence, and stood in front of the door and raised his head and roared, and the echo was so long that the birds in the treetops in the mountains and forests fluttered their wings and flew in fright, and the little beasts scurried among the forests.

Xiaobai flew out of the living room like lightning and said angrily, "Are you stupid? What the hell is howling, and you don't let people sleep! ”

But the dragon maniac was overjoyed, and he didn't pay attention to it at all, raised his head and hummed an unknown song, and slowly walked to the living room.

After entering the living room, he poured himself a cup of tea, paced around the room with the teacup, remembered the high-grade spirit stone in the ring, and couldn't help but giggle again.

Hearing the smirk coming from the living room, Xiao Bai was depressed, and flew back to the living room slowly, then lying on the table, eating the snacks he had deceived from the female disciple of Liuxiang Peak.

The dragon maniac, who was already so excited that he got carried away, looked at it stupidly, and said, "Xiaobai, the Dan lip print on your body is very good-looking, let others bite a few more next time." ”

Xiaobai was holding a piece of dim sum in his mouth, and when he heard this, he was dumbfounded, and the dim sum in his mouth fell out.

"I'm not stupid, I'm crazy."

After a while, when it came back to its senses, it was still a little sluggish, picked up the snack on the table and stuffed it into its mouth.

After the excitement passed, because he had been smirking for too long, the dragon's cheeks had stiffened, and he rubbed his hands before he eased up.

He looked at Xiao Bai on the table, laughed dryly, and then scattered all the high-grade spirit stones on the square table, and said, "Xiao Bai, look, I have earned so many spirit stones. ”

Xiao Bai looked at these spirit stones, squatted up the tiger body suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his little claws swept away.

Seeing this scene, the dragon madness immediately became anxious and shouted loudly: "Hey, Xiaobai, this is what I have earned so hard, how can you rob it?" ”

"Which of us is with whom, I'll keep it for you. By the way, where did you earn these high-grade spirit stones? Xiaobai waved his tiger palm, looked at ease, and lay on the table again.

"Uh......" Hearing this, the dragon madness couldn't find any reason to refute it, and said stupidly: "I earned it by refining the weapon." ”

After two months of busyness, he finally ended up empty, but he couldn't get angry, so he had to sit on a chair and drink tea helplessly.

It was only at this time that Xiaobai noticed that his aura was a little weird, and he flew around him, his eyes were a little frightened, and he shouted: "Open your mouth." ”

"Huh?"

The cry rang out suddenly, sending the dragon into a big jump, and then he felt a stream of liquid pour from his throat directly into his stomach.

He came to his senses, slurped, and found that there was a smell of blood in his mouth, with the breath of Xiaobai, and he couldn't help but feel nauseous, and complained: "Why do you let me drink your blood!" ”

Xiao Bai floated to the table, looking very weak, I don't know where to take out a bottle of elixir, swallow the whole bottle, and then said weakly: "Why with such a strong netherworld aura, where have you been?" ”

"Netherworld? What is it. I'm all in the heart of the peak, I haven't been anywhere. "The dragon maniac thought about it for a moment, all this time was spent in the refining weapon, well, and he also went to the account room.

After taking the pill, Xiao Bai seemed to have recovered a little bit of vitality and said, "Think about it carefully, have you encountered any visions recently?" ”

Vision? Failed to refine the weapon? Dreamland......

Thinking of that dream, the dragon's crazy eyes were a little frightened, but he still had palpitations: the overwhelming gray, the hideous-looking pedestrians, the mother, the boundless darkness......

He was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and then recounted what had happened in his dream.

After listening, a trace of imperceptible excitement flashed in Xiao Bai's eyes, and he reproached: "After two months of continuous refining, your heart is emaciated and your soul has shrunk before you enter such a ridiculous dream. What I have given you to drink is the blood of your heart and nourishes your soul. ”

Hearts and minds!

After learning the truth, Long Mad was inexplicably moved in his heart, and his gratitude could not be expressed at all, he just pursed his lips, held back the tears in his eyes, and said gloomily: "Xiaobai, thank you." ”

Because, the essence and blood in the heart are obtained by absorbing the essence of heaven and earth for many years, and it is difficult to recover.

"I'm a dignified immortal beast, I don't lack those few drops of blood, I'll be fine in a few days."

Xiaobai didn't think so, he ate the snack again, chewed and chewed, remembered some things again, and hurriedly said: "I heard that this treasure of the Heavenly Xuanzong Zhenzong is an ancient recipe, called "Hongmeng Towering Heavenly Scripture". ”

However, the dragon madness is not interested in magic tricks and the like, and the "Chaos Mad Divine Formula" left by his father to him has not been thoroughly understood, so how can he have time to practice other exercises.

Speaking of the "Chaos Mad Divine Technique", he remembered that he hadn't practiced the sword technique for more than two years, and he was afraid that he was unfamiliar.

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Xiaobai was a little anxious, and said solemnly: "A little 'ancient' and 'Hongmeng', it's worth a try." In the future, the things you sell to the Tianxuan Sect will all be exchanged for the contribution value of the sect, and the magic trick will cost 100,000 contributions! ”

The dragon shook his head and retorted, "No, I want to change the spirit stone. ”

"In Tianxuanzong, what do you want spirit stones for?" Xiaobai spit out the snack in his mouth, extremely depressed, thinking to himself why didn't this guy eat oil and salt?

"I... I ......"

Hearing it ask like this, the dragon madness is also speechless, he doesn't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation in Tianxuanzong, the spirit stone is indeed useless, and he has learned to refine the weapon, and it is even easier to earn the spirit stone.

Seeing that he was a little shaken, Xiaobai hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, and said bitterly: "Since the "Hongmeng Towering Heavenly Scripture" is the treasure of the Zhenzong, there is always its subtlety, and it is good to use it for reference!" Otherwise, you should help me change it. ”

After a long silence, the dragon maniac sighed lightly and agreed, "Okay." There is one thing that I have never had a chance to ask you, where did the token of Xuanzong come from that day? ”