After letting go of Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan secretly swept his chest with his eyes by taking the medicine bottle, Qian Tingyi actually felt a little feeling in that part, and wanted to turn around and not let Jiang Fan look at it, but in the end he didn't move his body.

"He's watching secretly, and I can pretend he's watching."

After giving herself an excuse, Qian Tingyi didn't move, until Jiang Fan handed the two bottles of pills to her, and Qian Tingyi was shocked, as if she was distracted.

Qian Tingyi took two bottles of pills, except for Jiang Fan in this world, I am afraid that no ancient martial artist is so good to herself, promoted to the third layer of the ground level, and promoted to the middle level of the pill, other ancient martial artists are afraid that they would rather die than hand it over, but Jiang Fan easily gave himself two bottles.

For ninety-nine percent of the ancient martial female cultivators, even if they sell themselves, it is worth it.

"The elixir for mid-level promotion, only I will give it to you in the future."

"What? You can still refine the elixir of the mid-level promotion? ”

Qian Tingyi held the two glass bottles and looked at Jiang Fan in surprise, if Jiang Fan could really refine the pill that was promoted in the middle of the ground level, then he would be a great alchemist in the ancient martial arts world, and he would be respected by all sects.

"Is there anything strange about that?"

Jiang Fan was still depressed in his heart, he tried to refine a mid-level promotion pill, and after three furnaces, he got a total of one, and it was the worst of the lower grade pills...... This rate of success and quality made Jiang Fan embarrassed to refine the pill again.

According to the ring's prompt, the amount of physical power and mana 1700 attribute points are barely enough for the mid-level energy, and breaking through 3000 is equivalent to the late stage of the ground-level. I'm just getting to the middle of the prefecture level with mana right now.

With the mana power control, he can barely refine the fourth-layer pill of the ground level, but it is only reluctantly, plus he doesn't know how to do the exercises, and the success rate and the quality of the pill are naturally very poor.

There are very few medicinal materials in the middle of the prefecture level, and if you want to leave the seedlings, you can't test them a few times, and there is only one plant in the late stage of the prefecture level, and you still have it, so you can't get out of the middle stage of the prefecture level now.

Everything else is floating clouds, and pulling hatred is king. I didn't know if I was going to participate in the competition this time. How much hatred can be pulled.

……

In the remaining ten days, Qian Tingyi consolidated her cultivation, worthy of her qualifications, and her meridians quickly adapted to the current energy. Many people spend months or even years consolidating their cultivation. In ten days, Qian Tingyi has almost recuperated.

Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi are both dressed as little monks. Together with the three of Fa Shan, Fa Tong, Fa Xuan and the Four Great King Kongs, he took a few young disciples to the martial arts arena to enlighten the Fa. The invention was left behind in Nanguo Temple.

The venue of the competition is in an ancient martial arts sect, this sect is not a big sect, it can only be regarded as a medium sect in the Shennongjia area, and it is similar to the Nanguo Temple, which is determined by the head of each sect by lot.

There is a small lake in front of it, about more than 100 square meters, the lake water is clear, and it ripples under the breeze in early spring, and it looks no different from ordinary lakes.

Maybe the backpackers who are lost in Shennongjia will still drink water here, and no one can see that this is the entrance of the ancient martial arts sect, which is called the Water Shelter Palace.

Because there is an ancient formation under this lake, the ancestors of the Water Shelter Palace accidentally found the formation gate, and since then they have established a sect here, hence the name.

At this time, there are many people on the shore of the lake, in addition to the people of Nanguo Temple, there are two other sects, here everyone wears the clothes of the sect, from the neckline of the two sects are called the Snow Mountain School, the Jingshui Gate.

Jiang Fan didn't use mana to sweep it, but judging from the momentum of the martial arts, the Snow Mountain Sect is far stronger than the Jingshui Gate, and there are six people in the Jingshui Gate, four of whom are all yellow-level, only one is Xuan-level, and the other middle-aged woman seems to be a prefecture-level early stage, and Jiang Fan is not sure how to use mana to get it, but it won't be high.

The three sects all sent disciples to greet them in the Rank Water Shelter Palace.

The people from the Snow Mountain Sect didn't attract Jiang Fan's attention, but a dark-skinned female disciple from Jingshuimen made Jiang Fan look at it twice, wasn't this little girl the black girl she met at the East China Sea auction that time?

Jiang Fan remembered that this black girl made a lot of gadgets to sell that time, and she didn't buy the Qingxinlan she wanted when she sold them all, and she cried on the table, and forgot to give it to her when she bought it, it seems that she is still a poor early stage of the yellow level.

"Senior sister, why does the monk keep staring at you?" A white-skinned, big-breasted senior sister glanced at Jiang Fan with a frown, and said to the black girl, if it weren't for Jiang Fan being a monk, she would have stepped forward to theorize.

"I don't know what to do." The black girl shook her head suspiciously, Jiang Fan changed his face last time, and this time he became a monk again, so it's strange to be able to recognize it.

"I think it's mostly greedy for my sister's beauty." On the side, a female disciple with a winter melon face but delicate facial features that was not ugly glanced at Jiang Fan in disgust.

"How is it possible, senior sister, don't talk nonsense, people are monks of Nanguo Temple, Nanguo Temple is a strict abstinence from alcohol and sex, how can you take a fancy to me, and I am so ugly." The last sentence of the black girl said in a low voice.

"Who dares to say that my sister is ugly, I will knock out his teeth." A male disciple of five big and three thick said loudly.

was stared at by several people in a row, especially the male disciples who were five big and three thick, and their anger was about to turn into a stream of water, Jiang Fan realized that he had lost his temper and withdrew his eyes.

"What are you staring at me?" Forget about the others staring at themselves, Jiang Fan turned around and saw that Qian Tingyi was also staring at him.

Qian Tingyi glanced at the black girl from the corner of her eye, and said to Jiang Fan: "That can't be your lover, right?" ”

"What's your tone?" Jiang Fan asked.

"What a tone of voice?"

"Your tone is clearly to look down on other people's black girls, and think you are better looking than her."

"I didn't say anything." Qian Tingyi immediately argued.

"Your subtext is clearly this, less pretending." Jiang Fan was unforgiving, and the two of them talked to attract people from the Snow Mountain faction on the side, although they didn't hear what they were saying, but the two monks whispered like this, which was very eye-catching.

Qian Tingyi noticed the eyes around her, the blush crawled to the root of her ears, and she turned her head and ignored Jiang Fan.

"Abbot Fashan, I didn't expect you to personally lead your disciples to come this time, I haven't seen you for a long time, your inner qi is becoming deeper and deeper, and you are worthy of being a master of Buddhism.

The leader of the Snow Mountain Sect came over, it was Zhang Mo, the elder of the Snow Mountain Sect, who cultivated at the early stage of the prefecture level, and was one level lower than the original Fa Shan in terms of cultivation, but the Snow Mountain Sect had an elder in the middle of the prefecture level, and his status was higher than that of Nanguo Temple, so Zhang Mo did not have to be polite in front of Fa Shan.

This time is just to win the opportunity for young disciples to obtain resources, and management has been formed, it is already possible to send an elder to lead the team, the abbot of Nanguo Temple, worship, plus an elder, and also brought the four great King Kongs, which is obviously too important, in Zhang Mo's heart, it is despised.

But what puzzled Zhang Mo was that Fashan actually brought Jiang Fan, and the delicate little monk next to him couldn't see the cultivation, but the monk didn't seem to have cultivated at all, so he brought it.

It is extremely difficult for a ground-level martial artist to hide until he has no cultivation, and he can't do it at this time, if Jiang Fan is just a young disciple, a yellow-level Xuan-level, and he still hides his cultivation, isn't it a joke.

Then what are you doing with such a disciple who has not cultivated? It's not big, it's not small, it's not rules, is it the son of a top dignitary from the city?

That's possible, some urban dignitaries and nobles often spend a huge price to hand over their children to the ancient martial arts sect to gild, these young children to the ancient martial arts world, they still think that they are the best in the world, often have no quality to the extreme, and are looked down upon by other ancient martial arts disciples.

Many such disciples provoked the ancient martial artists, and they were directly killed, and the dignitaries and nobles in the urban world world had no choice at all, in addition to the high price, this was also the reason why the urban magnates did not send their children to the ancient martial arts world.

"Where is it, Elder Zhang's cultivation is a great advance, and he is about to hit the third layer of the ground level, right?" The law is good.

"Huh?" Zhang Mo glanced at Fa Shan strangely: "It's not talented, it's already a third-level prefecture-level. ”

Zhang Mo was a little puzzled, so he was good at reining in his internal qi, with his cultivation at the peak of the third layer of the prefecture level, how could he not see his own cultivation.

As soon as Fa Shan heard Zhang Mo's tone, he immediately knew that he had made a fool of himself, and he hated Jiang Fan even more in his heart.

Because the fact that cultivation is regressing is unimaginable, unless it is to go crazy when you are promoted, it will not happen under normal circumstances, so Zhang Mo only thinks that Fa Shan is joking.

"Abbot Fashan, these two disciples of yours don't seem to know the rules very well, it's nothing to see our Snow Mountain Sect, and our disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect have never cared.

But when you enter the Water Shelter Palace, there are many sects in it, and when the time comes, you will say the wrong thing and do the wrong thing, and you will be killed by which senior, which will also damage the reputation of your temple, and the abbot is still in charge. ”

Zhang Mo glanced at Jiang Fan and Qian Tingyi and reminded Fa Shan.

"It's your business."

Before Fashan could answer, Jiang Fan suddenly spoke, he had long been tired of looking at this elder who looked like two hundred and fifty or eighty thousand, relying on the fact that the Snow Mountain Sect had a mid-prefecture level seat, and he didn't look at Nanguo Temple at all when he spoke.

Still staring at himself and Qianting, pointing fingers, Jiang Fan immediately spoke up.

Fashan Fatong and other disciples of Nanguo Temple were stunned for a moment, even if it was the previous Fashan, he was polite to an elder like Zhang Mo, a mid-prefecture-level person, although it was only one, but just this one, it was already equivalent to nuclear deterrence, where did Nanguo Temple dare to offend the Snow Mountain Sect casually.

The disciples of Jingshuimen not far away also heard Jiang Fan's words, and they all looked at Jiang Fan in amazement, and the big-breasted senior sister said to the black girl: "This monk you admire is quite impulsive." ”

"Senior sister, you're talking nonsense again." The black girl lowered her head, and because her face was dark, she couldn't tell if there was any flush.

"Little bunny, what did you say?"

With so many eyes focused here, how did Zhang Mo step down and glared at Jiang Fan angrily.

"I said the abbot doesn't care about me, you, fart, things." Jiang Fan said word by word, Zhang Moqi's hairs stood on end, and the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect behind him were all staring at Jiang Fan angrily, and several of them even made a killing move. (To be continued......)