Feng Yi shook his head and sighed, Xiao Wu pursed his lips and stretched out two fingers, "There are still two chances." ”

Feng Yi looked solemn and nodded. He got up again and went to look for blood-replenishing medicinal materials, and while searching, he wondered why the grade of this blood-tonifying pill he had refined had not even reached the third grade.

"Is it because the medicinal herbs are not refined enough?"

Thinking so, Feng Yi hurriedly shook his head and vetoed.

"Purifying medicinal materials by life, fire, and fire, it is impossible to have impure medicinal effects and too many impurities. ”

Then I thought again: "Is there a mistake in the ratio of Danfang?"

"It shouldn't be, the thirteen flavors of blood-tonifying herbs, the monarch and the minister have a way, the yin and yang are balanced, it stands to reason that it should be able to refine a high-grade blood-tonifying pill. ”

Think again: "Could it be that Fu Longding has devoured the medicinal qi of the Blood Replenishing Pill again?"

"It's not right, the confinement on Fu Longding has been unlocked by the master. And now that it has fused with my Yuanli Dragon Fetus, it is impossible to devour the medicinal qi again. ”

Thinking about it, he was confused, and in the end he could only shirk that his comprehension of Dan Dao was too shallow.

Sink into the Dan road, blow the wind and waves, and go upstream.

At this moment, a wild dog suddenly rushed out from the dense forest on the side, opened its mouth wide, turned its fangs outward, and swallowed it radially.

Feng Yi was taken aback, and subconsciously slapped his backhand on the wild dog's head.

"Woo ......"

The wild dog landed and convulsed, but only snorted, and then spit out the air in his heart, and his soul disappeared into nothingness.

Looking at the corpse of the wild dog that was gradually being blown cold by the wind, Feng Yi suddenly realized.

"Yes, if the monarch is weak and the minister is strong, how can he seek to rule the world? ”

The thought was reached, Feng Yi hurriedly opened the Xuan bag and searched for it.

There were not many sundries in the sac, except for a medicine bottle and a few parchment rolls, only a small bag of cinnabar remained.

"Gone, damn Xiang Lingzhu, she must have taken it. ”

What is Feng Yi looking for? Naturally, he is looking for something that is a strong king.

When refining medicine, that small furnace can also be regarded as a country, where there are kings and ministers, and there are masters and vices.

Just like the furnace of blood tonic pills that Feng Yi refined before, Jun Yao is a blood poria that has grown for nearly three hundred years, this is a miracle medicine for blood replenishment, and the effect is very good.

The medicinal effect of the three-hundred-year-old blood Poria cocos is certainly very good, but it is not a mystic medicine after all, it can only be regarded as a mortal product, how can it refine a high-grade Xuandan?

That is, Feng Yi's Lingshu Sanyan and Fulongding are alchemy holy relics, if an ordinary alchemist uses three hundred years of blood Poria to refine the blood tonic pill, I am afraid that he can refine a first-grade Xuandan, which is already a godsend.

The number of times Feng Yi alchemy is very small, so he inadvertently ignores such the most superficial common sense.

If the monarch is not strong, how can the country win? Only when the monarch is strong can the country win.

Jun Qiang is not looking for a medicinal herb with better medicinal effect to replace the three-hundred-year-old blood poria, after all, such heavenly treasures are too rare to be found.

Feng Yi didn't think he had such luck, so he didn't focus on finding a better medicine.

He had another way to further enhance the medicinal effect of the three-hundred-year-old blood poria.

Demon Beast Neidan.

This is also the most commonly used method for ordinary alchemists to make alchemy.

The demon beast inner pill can not only be used to smelt the Xuan soldiers and give them special abilities, but it is also an indispensable and scarce thing for alchemy.

Otherwise, how could the demon beast Neidan be so expensive?

When alchemy, the demon beast inner pill is used, not because the demon beast inner pill contains medicinal properties, but to stimulate the medicinal power in the inner pill, so as to enhance the medicinal effect of the medicinal materials in the Ding furnace.

The role of the demon beast Neidan is similar to that of cinnabar.

Cinnabar is the Dan used in Ning Dan, and the Demon Beast Inner Dan is the Dan soul that stimulates the medicinal effect and increases the pill grade.

Only when the two are combined, can a high-grade Xuandan be achieved.

Of course, high-grade pills can no longer be called Xuandan. As Xiao Wu said, Dan is divided into three orders and nine grades, one to three grades are Xuandan, four to six grades are Yuan Dan, and seven to nine grades are Shen Dan.

Feng Yi needs to refine a fourth-grade blood replenishing pill, which belongs to the mid-level Yuan Dan.

"At least one Demon Beast Inner Pill above the third grade is needed to raise the medicinal effect of the Blood Poria to the limit. ”

Feng Yi thought about it and looked around.

The sun is in the sky, and spring is in full bloom.

"This is the outskirts of Yangzhou in another world, can you find a third-order demon beast?"

Feng Yi frowned slightly, and suddenly thought: "It can't be an ordinary third-order demon beast, the essence blood belongs to fire, and it belongs to Shaoyang, and the demon beast must also be Shaoyang fire." ”

The harsh conditions made Feng Yi's scalp numb, so he was not depressed.

Depressed to depressed, change to find the demon beast or have to find.

In the blink of an eye, it was another two days, and Feng Yi supported his tired body and returned to the stream.

The black clothes on his body were once again messed up with stained blood, and the stench was so bad that it was not pungent.

Xiao Wu showed disgust and pointed to the stream.

Feng Yi smiled helplessly, so he had to go to the creek first to wash the filth off his body.

"Have you found a suitable demon beast Neidan?" Xiao Wu asked with a smile as he looked at Feng Yi, who was dripping wet and dripping.

Feng Yi shook his head first, then nodded again.

Xiao Wu was quite surprised, and Feng Yi said: "I didn't find a third-order demon beast of Shaoyang Huo, but I found a moon-devouring rabbit. ”

"Moon Devouring Rabbit, according to your Boundless World, it should belong to the third-order demon beast of the Shaoyang Wood genus. With its inner pill as medicine, I'm afraid it's difficult to refine the four-grade blood tonic pill, right?"

Xiao Wu's wine doesn't seem to be finished, and it doesn't seem to be drunk.

As he spoke, he took out two more jars of wine, threw one to Feng Yi, and drank it himself.

Feng Yi took a sip of the spirits, gasped for scattered breathing, and then said, "I was confused before, and in fact, I don't necessarily have to refine the Blood Replenishing Pill. I refined three second-grade blood replenishing pills before, which was barely enough for me to use. ”

Xiao Wu nodded, "Then what elixir are you going to refine?"

Feng Yi said: "Shaoyang Wood is an inner pill, so it is naturally refining a healing pill." ”

The fire is up, and the fire is out.

After drinking a pot of old wine, the medicinal fragrance has also emanated from the Fulong Ding.

Feng Yi smelled the medicinal fragrance that was more than a hundred times more fragrant than before, and his brows were stretched, so unhappy.

"It's done. ”

Xiao Wu looked disappointed and nodded.

Open the furnace, five pieces of Cheng Dan, and there are four silver lines on it.

Coincidentally, just passed.

"How?"

Pinching the healing pill and presenting it in front of Xiao Wu, Feng Yi asked with a chuckle.

Xiao Wu said "En", waved his hand and said, "It's unsatisfactory." ”

"Do you still need to rest?" or do you want to start the third level directly?" asked Xiao Wu.

Feng Yi nodded happily, "Let's start directly." ”

As soon as he spoke, he spun forward sharply.

In the right hand, the bone knife is already in hand. A horizontal slash, meaning Shen Yuan Li Dragon Fetus, God is in harmony with the nameless momentum of a knife.

The dragon groaned, the sword came out, and the heavens and the earth trembled.

The so-called technique is a collective term for martial arts and occult arts.

Martial arts are the art of hand-to-hand combat, fists, feet, swords, guns, sticks, palms and claws, all of which are martial arts.

Occult art is a mystical method that can only be practiced and performed by the occult cultivators of the Xuan Realm, which can control the power of the yuan, cause changes in the heavens, and use the power of nature to attack and kill people.

Martial arts and occult arts are both means to protect oneself on the road of metaphysical cultivation, and there is no consensus between the strong and the weak.

Some people say that within three zhangs, martial arts are kings, and outside three zhangs, occult arts are invincible.

Some people also say that martial arts are a small way, and they are embarrassing and useful.

Some people also say that occult magic is a side door, which consumes the mind and mind, and the casting time is too long, which is extremely inconvenient.

......

A thousand words, all the words of two families.

But Feng Yi thought that whether it was martial arts or occult arts, there was only one purpose for cultivation, and that was to kill people.

As long as he can kill people, it doesn't matter if he is good at martial arts or occult arts.

Occult art can attack remotely and wipe out on a large scale, which is of course wonderful.

But if the martial art is comprehended, it can also be attacked remotely, and it can also be wiped out on a large scale.

Just like Feng Yi's nameless knife.

The bone knife is nameless, and the knife is nameless.

"Knife Momentum...... It's not bad!" Xiao Wu heard the knife momentum and praised it sincerely: "At such an age, he can realize the knife momentum, this son is indeed a rare genius." ”

Whether it's a genius or a mediocre talent, you all need to have a comparison.

If you compare it with ordinary people, Feng Yi is certainly a rare genius.

But what he is comparing this time is not very human, but the demon god of the other world.

How can a 'person' like the Demon God of Wu be judged as a genius alone?

In the face of the sword, he pointed like a sword, a little lighter.

This finger is unpretentious, and there is no doping of yuan power, but when it is pointed out, it is impartially pointed at the flaw of Feng Yi's nameless knife.

Feng Yi didn't know where the flaw of this knife was, but Xiao Wu knew it and saw it clearly.

The finger falls, and the wind stops.

Feng Yi turned over and retreated, only to feel that his right arm was sore, and it was difficult to even hold the bone knife.

He frowned, sweat profusely streaming down his forehead.

Xiao Wu clapped his hands and chuckled: "The sword posture is a good knife posture, and the knife technique is also a good knife technique, but unfortunately your comprehension is still too shallow, and it is difficult to compete with me with the same combat power and the same cultivation." ”

Feng Yi was unwilling, but through Wu Fangcai's light finger, he had already understood the flaw of his nameless knife.

If you know the flaws, try to make up for them.

As long as this knife is natural, forgive him Wu is a shocking demon, and it will be difficult to stop.

"Two more chances?" Feng Yi asked with a shake of his sore right arm and gasping for air.

Xiao Wu nodded, "Two more times." ”

Feng Yi was unwilling, came to the stream, and sat quietly and pondered.

Ponder where the flaws in the knife technique come from.

Tracing back to the source, how did this nameless knife with knife momentum come to be realized?

Feng Yi thought back to the scene in the small cave where the 'Heavenly Sword' was hidden.

Thinking about it, suddenly there is an understanding.

This knife combines the swiftness of the wind-chasing knife technique, the way of change of the gossip dragon palm, and the selfless illusory momentum of the eighteen-style heavenly sword.

Many martial arts blend together, and due to fate, they finally become this sword.

"Is it that the three martial arts are not completely integrated?"

Feng Yixin thought so.

After a moment of thought, he said secretly: "It's really not thorough." ”

He is extremely proficient in the three martial arts he thinks he practiced, the wind-chasing knife technique is practiced by urinating, and the gossip dragon palm is brought by the great compassion, and the true meaning is self-revealed. The eighteen styles of the Heavenly Sword are passed down by the Master of the Heavenly Sword, and they are even more esoteric and straightforward.

If you are so proficient, why is it difficult to blend completely?

Feng Yi was pondering, and Xiao Wu was sitting in the distance, drinking by himself.

While drinking, I thought to myself, "What am I doing when I'm so old with him?"

Thoughts flew, and Xiao Wu suddenly became angry, "Yes, when I was so old with him, it was during the war within the clan. I stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and walked out of the Shura killing field. ”

In that war that stained the entire sky red, Xiao Wu used a young demon body and a steel spear to kill nearly 10,000 people in a row.

The blood soaked through his body, colder and harder his liver and intestines. In that bloody battle, he realized the momentum.

The momentum he comprehended carried a cold bloody intent.

And the momentum that Feng Yi comprehended was just a pure knife momentum.

If it is not to say that there are any thoughts carried, there are, but they are not all of them.

It was the Heavenly Sword Master's desire to disappear into the world, to be selfless, and to deny the various murders he had committed.

This idea is the mind of the Heavenly Sword Master, not the mind of Feng Yi.

Imposing the thoughts of others on one's own mind may not feel anything at first, but when you think about it, you will realize that it is not right.

At this time, Feng Yi had already realized that something was wrong.

He is not a Heavenly Sword Master, he is unwilling to deny his past, and even misses his past very much.

Because in that past, he was accompanied by his master, Qing'er, and his fellow disciples and brothers of the Longyin Sect.

Time passes, things are not people.

The master has returned to the Mu clan, either dead or alive.

Qing'er has returned to the shark tribe, and her safety is unpredictable.

And the same brother of the Dragon Yin Sect......