That Chen Gongzi's family background is quite rich, there are a lot of miscellaneous items, and the pills are also complete.

There are even two bottles of the first-grade Juyuan Pill and the first-grade Healing Pill.

The Jin clan is not good at alchemy, and focuses on martial arts and mystical arts, which is far ahead of the wood, water, fire, and earth tribes on this path.

Therefore, in the Jin Clan, even a third-grade force like the Sanxuan City Lord's Mansion would be extremely difficult to find a decent high-grade elixir.

Otherwise, with the respect of his eldest son Chen, how could he just carry a first-grade Xuandan?

Even if it is a first-grade Xuandan, it is also an extremely precious existence for Feng Yi.

Ju Yuan Dan's cultivation of "Great Compassion Fu" could not play a role in nourishing Yuan Li and promoting cultivation, Feng Yi didn't care much about it, and put it aside.

Looking at the healing pill again, there is not only a silver Dan pattern on Dan's body, but also an illusory light gray Dan pattern.

It can be seen that this Dan has a tendency to become a second-grade Xuandan, but because the level of alchemists is limited, it finally stops at the limit of the first-grade Xuandan, and fails to reach the second-grade Xuandan.

Despite this, the medicinal effect has far exceeded that of the ordinary Yipin Xuandan.

The non-advanced healing pill used by Feng Yiping is even worse than it.

A healing pill entered the abdomen, and suddenly a clear stream slid through the intestines and stomach, and the severely depleted essence and blood essence seemed to be replenished slightly, and even the fainting feeling in his mind dissipated a little.

The miraculous effect of a healing pill can be seen.

Close your eyes and perform the exercises, and use the breath of Yuan Li to guide the medicinal effect to spread between the flesh and blood, and repair internal injuries.

Half an hour later, I opened my eyes.

The internal and external injuries have all healed, but the severely depleted essence and blood essence still have not recovered. Feng Yi estimated that even if there was a healing pill to help, it would still take nearly three days of recuperation.

There is no urgency in this matter, and it is useless to be in a hurry.

Looking at the pile of miscellaneous items, although there are no Xuangong martial arts, there are a lot of obscene-obscene books, daughters' obscene clothes, and obscene-evil artifacts. It can be seen that the eldest son of Chen is really not a fallen man, and he will not be killed in vain.

Throwing all the useless things into the fire, Feng Yi reached into his arms again.

There are a lot of waist bags in his arms, which are obtained from Mu Qiubai, Zheng Dahu and others.

In addition to the pill, there are also several parchment scrolls that record Xuangong martial arts, which are also the methods learned by the disciples of the Longyin Sect, not very clever, and Feng Yi is also proficient.

I wanted to throw it away casually, but as soon as I thought about it, I put it into the Xuan bag along with the package that Qing'er carried.

In the end, there is a waist bag embroidered with butterflies and flowers, exuding a faint fragrance.

In the waist bag, there were three bottles of pills, which were sent by Shen Xuan at the request of Shen Luofeng.

Feng Yi held his waist bag in his hand, smelling the faint fragrance that the wind could not disperse, his eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be thinking.

He and Shen Xuan used to be young friends, although they were not childhood sweethearts, but they also fell in love with each other. It's just that the layer of window paper between each other has never been pierced.

Later, Master Xin Li was forced into the depths of the Lingwu Mountain Range by Zheng Dahu, and Feng Yi was sent out of the sect to fight with the Yulin Sect to compete for mineral resources.

The two had no choice but to fight each other for their respective sects, stained with blood on the battlefield, and although the love between them was hidden, it never dissipated.

Even if Shen Xuan was careless for a while and sneak attacked Feng Yi's dantian and was destroyed, Feng Yi never hated her.

Because he knows that with different positions and different identities, they are helpless against each other.

Now that Shen Xuan has left the Yulin Sect and has also left the Dragon Yin Sect, can he start over?

Feng Yi had illusions, but as soon as his thoughts turned, he returned to reality.

The threat of the Venerable Master Hongliang, the hidden danger of Zheng Liuyun, it is difficult to feel at ease if it is not removed.

Thinking about it, the sun has sunk in the west.

Feng Yi retracted his thoughts, swallowed a bone quenching pill, and tied the Xuan sac around his waist. Looking down, he saw that the sword scroll was still lying quietly at his feet.

"What is this thing, and it can attract the attention of Wang Er, a strong man with internal breath?"

With this in mind, he reached out and picked up the scroll and gently unfolded it.

Half of the shaft opened, and a peerless extreme sword aura suddenly shot out from within. Feng Yi was alarmed, and hurriedly threw away the painting scroll and leaned back to dodge.

The sword qi condensed like a substance, turning into a three-foot green man, clinging to his forehead and piercing into the rock wall behind him.

"Poof......

Like gravel falling into the abyss, or like mud sinking to the bottom of a lake, the sound is muffled and long.

Feng Yi had palpitations in his heart, and he was stunned for a long time before returning to his senses. After looking at the scroll that had been retracted, he turned his head to look at the rock wall behind him.

But on the bluestone, a narrow hole about three inches wide and as thick as a hair suddenly appeared.

"This ...... Could it be that the sword qi left over just now?"

Feng Yi muttered to himself, straightened up, and reached out to touch the flat hole.

The incision is smooth, which is caused by the sharp blade penetrating. There was a faint light in the sky flickering and shaking, Feng Yi was shocked in his heart, and secretly wondered: "Could it be that it has passed through the mountain?"

Now get out of the cave and look up.

Although the sun is sinking in the west, the light of the sky will not dissipate for a while.

In the vastness, everything is as usual on the low peak.

Feng Yi jumped up the low peak, estimating the direction and groping between the mountains and rocks.

After a while, I really found a flat hole, and when I looked in, I could still see the fire extinguished.

"This ......"

Feng Yi was shocked.

The thickness of the mountain is about three zhang, and the sword qi is obliquely inserted upward, passing through the mountain, and the distance between this is more than five zhang.

How hard is bluestone? Feng Yi knew very well that with his own cultivation and a first-grade Xuandao, he could also cause such a penetrating wound. But until the strength is exhausted, it can only penetrate more than three feet of bluestone at most.

You must know that it is easy to break bluestone, but it is extremely difficult to penetrate bluestone. Compared with the two, the difference in difficulty is no less than tens or hundreds of times.

This sword qi actually penetrated through the body of more than five zhang, and its power was self-evident.

"I'm afraid it's a full blow from the inner powerhouse, and it's not the same. ”

After thinking about it, he thought again: "That Wang Er is also a strong person with internal breath, how can the secret treasure that he values be limited to the full force of the strong person with internal breath? Even beyond the ...... of the Mystery Channel."

Feng Yi didn't dare to think about it, he didn't even know how powerful the full force of the Inner Breath powerhouse could be, let alone the means of channeling the power of the Xuan. The highest realm is beyond his imagination.

In an instant, joy and excitement rose from the bottom of his heart.

"With this sword diagram in hand, if it is used properly, why fear him Wang Hongliang?"

With joy and excitement, he jumped off the low peak and returned to the cave.

Under the firelight, look at the sword diagram again. It was still the same as before, except that there was a slight crack on the scrolled drawings compared to before.

Feng Yi thought to himself, "This thing doesn't need to be stimulated by Yuan Force, as long as you unfold the picture, you can cast a sword qi." But there are pros and cons, although this thing is extraordinary, it is a consumable, and it is used once less than once. ”

According to the situation of the rift, it can be inferred that this sword diagram can release three more fierce sword qi at most, and it will be completely damaged into confetti and can no longer be used.

"Alas, alas, alas. ”

Feng Yi shouted that it was a pity, he could have used it four times, but he accidentally wasted a sword qi.

The four unparalleled sword qi may be the opportunity to turn four defeats into victories.

But when I think about it, I am relieved.

If he hadn't tried it first, how could he have understood the true power and usage of this sword diagram?

Carefully put away the sword diagram and stuffed it into the Xuan bag. Feng Yi swept away his tiredness, and even the worry about Master Hongliang in his heart also dissipated a little.

Listening to Qing'er's sleeping breathing, combined with the clear howl of the night breeze outside the cave, it seemed particularly friendly and warm.

But this kind of affinity and warmth only existed for a moment, and then it was dispersed by a violent sound of breaking wind.

The sound of the wind breaking was near, and Feng Yi was afraid that the Venerable Master Hongliang would chase after him, so he hurriedly got up and stepped on the fire extinguishing pile.

The night had risen, and it was pitch black all around.

In the darkness, a figure suddenly jumped high from the distant sky, and landed on the ground after flying seven or eight feet in the air.

After a while, he flew in the air again, and landed again after seven or eight feet.

In this way, only three or five people moved, and the man was less than three miles away from the low peak.

Feng Yi can see at night, and he can see through the gaps in the trees, the person who came is an old man, with chicken skin on his face, a black robe and a wide wind, a gloomy face, and sparse white hair on the top of his head.

It's just that the black robe is slightly torn, the chest is stained with blood, the right leg is empty, and the autumn wind blows, rolling up a strong smell of blood.

"This man is wounded. ”

He had never seen the Venerable Master Hongliang, but he thought that since the other party could fly through the air, it must be through Xuan Xiu.

In a radius of thousands of miles, except for the existence of three Xuanxuan great powers in the Sanxuan City Lord's Mansion, only the Venerable Master Hongliang is the only one who has reached the Xuanxuan cultivation.

Even so, it is very likely that the person who came is the Venerable Master Hongliang, Wang Hongliang.

But why was he so badly injured?

The doubts were fleeting, Feng Yi didn't dare to think about it, and suddenly turned into an afterimage and swept back to the cave.

picked up Qing'er, who was sleeping soundly, and then swept out of the cave, jumped up the low peak, and took advantage of the long grass and dead trees to burrow into the dense forest, and fled into the distance.

"Huh, this kid reacts pretty quickly. In the darkness behind him, a piercing voice like a broken gong suddenly sounded.

Where does Feng Yi care? He only raised his heart to his throat, and tried his best to use the light-weight exercises, like a glimpse of a dragon, and fled in a hurry.

There is no direction, but wherever there is a dense forest, it is.

The mountain road is difficult to walk, Feng Yi is one foot high, one foot is low, and the bumpy Qing'er is difficult to sleep.

"Childe, what's wrong?" the little girl opened her eyes in a daze, but it was pitch black all around, she couldn't see where she was, and she couldn't see what her son-in-law was doing.

She could only feel that she was being held tightly by Childe, and it seemed that she was running desperately.

Wang Hongliang caught up. ”

Feng Yi sideways to avoid a big tree blocking the way, threw Qing'er to his back with his backhand, held it tightly behind his back, and whispered.

Qing'er was startled and hurriedly looked back.

But there is no moon tonight, where can she see Wang Hongliang's figure? Only the sound of "whirring" breaking the wind is rushing after her, and it seems that she is about to approach.

"Gong ...... Childe, he seems to have caught up. ”

Qing'er was anxious, and Feng Yi was even more anxious.

Two miles behind the two of them, Wang Hongliang was even more anxious.

In normal times, he only needed one vertical leap to fly more than five miles in the air, and he could catch up with Feng Yi in an instant.

But this time is different from the past, today he went out to find a place for the apprentice Zheng Huai, and it seems that he was not optimistic about the yellow calendar in advance. I just caught the wind and smelled and found the trace of Feng Yi, but suddenly ran into an old man with a rickety back, extremely obscene, and vegetable leaves stuck to his front teeth.

The old man seemed to have something abnormal in his brain, first staring at Wang Hongliang up and down, then grinning, and suddenly became difficult.

With his Wang Hongliang's cultivation in the later stage of Tongxuan, he didn't even have room to resist, and was directly seriously injured by the old man's palm, and his cultivation went to the seventh or eighth floor.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked him again, and directly kicked his right leg into a pile of minced meat and bone meal.

"What the ......"

The more Wang Hongliang thought about it, the more angry he became, but after the old man beat him, he scratched his head and left again.

Without a calamity, Wang Hongliang suddenly understood the true meaning of this word.

Now, he has found Feng Yi again, but his internal injuries are severe, and he can heal in a moment, and his cultivation can be maintained at most in the middle of internal breath. Coupled with the loss of his right leg, if he really encounters someone in the middle of ordinary internal recreation, he may have to suffer.

The reason why he was able to fly through the air was all because of the wide black robe on his body.

If he didn't have this second-grade Xuanyi, even if he found Feng Yi, he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up.

But even if he is chasing vigorously now, he can only maintain not to lose, and he will not be able to catch up for a while.

"What the fuck is going on, Jinnyima is unlucky, grass, grass, grass ......"

Wang Hongliang scolded angrily, and he didn't know whether he was scolding the old man with a sick brain, or scolding Feng Yi, or the apprentice Zheng Huai who had caused him so much trouble.