Before the master of the door left, Yexi took out the potions that had been swallowing the sky for a long time. Half of it was given to Yijianmen, and the other half was left in the sect.

"Each cultivation level can only use the potion once, and the bottle has a mark on it for refining qi or building a foundation. There are also some for the female cultivators who build the foundation. ”

The door master's divine sense was swept away, about six thousand, and there were not many days before Yexi returned to the sect, and there were already a lot.

"Do you want to buy some medicinal herbs from Yijianmen and come back?" The door master smiled, "I know your recipe is not kept secret. ”

Jiao Lang and Xu Xianxian, who were the first to negotiate with Yexi, still kept the recipe that Yexi casually threw out at that time. People gave it casually, and he, the master of the sect, was embarrassed to take away the disciple's things, so they still took it themselves.

This made him admire Yexi, and the prescription could be thrown anywhere, which was a lot of confidence, and it also explained Yexi's methods.

Yexi said: "Naturally, thank you to the master." ”

The long list was handed over, and again.

"I'll close a little shut up in the next few days, and then I'll go to the library pavilion."

"Okay."

Over the course of a few days, Yexi hurriedly painted the remaining murals and reassembled them with numbers.

The master of the door personally took her to the library and personally took her into the secret realm of inheritance.

The five-colored light cluster flew closer.

"Night Creek Yexi, you're finally here."

"Why are you here now?"

"Huh? Why are you alone? ”

"Empty storytellers?"

Talking nonsense, the corners of the door master's mouth twitched, as a person from the First Sword Sect, or the sect master, he came to the secret realm before, which time was not cold and arrogant by his predecessors? Facing his own people, he maintained the cold style of a swordsman one by one, how could he become a syrup spoon in front of other people's juniors?

Don't be so discriminatory to be biased to the outside.

The door master watched the night stream being surrounded by the light clusters and walked forward, the front was bright, but it was dark around him, and suddenly there was an illusion of abandonment. Shake your head and catch up.

In front of the mural, the light clusters formed a half-circle, illuminating the space warm and bright.

Yexi first took out the animal skins he had put together and spread them on the ground.

The light group couldn't help but come forward to look.

"Ah, this is how the mural was broken and reassembled?"

"I can't seem to see anything about this."

"Stupid, this is just an animal skin, there must be hands and feet on the mural, and it will definitely not look like this after breaking the refight."

"Hey, you dead old man, who is stupid, when I can't think of it."

"Don't be noisy, wait and see the night creek fight. Whoever it is, don't shake it around, it's all shadows, and you can't see it clearly in the night stream. ”

"That's it, don't move, if you cut it, you'll be in trouble."

The master of the door suddenly felt that he was too unfilial, and he knew that the ancestors loved to be lively, so he rushed his disciples to come to chat with him every other day.

Night Creek walked around the huge animal skins that had been spliced together, memorized all the details, and carefully recalled the lines she had cut before, and rose to the edge of one side of the mural.

"Oops, the night stream is flying."

"Lao Tzu is not blind."

"She didn't use spiritual power."

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu can't see that it's divine sense?"

"Tsk, this divine sense is used in perfect fire."

Several clusters of light gathered around the invisible wings of Night Creek to observe carefully.

"Ouch, these wings are still hollowed out!"

A few more came up to observe and illuminate.

"Really."

Yexi stared at the mural without turning his eyes: "This saves divine sense, as long as you master the construction angle and fan frequency." ”

"Tsk, smart baby."

Then, the doorman who stood below was disgusted.

"When will you harvest a good seedling like a night stream."

Hehe, the master of the door, if Yexi is in Yijian Gate, his heart and liver can't hang every day?

Taking out a magic weapon dagger, Yexi drew the first line that had been determined.

When—

The dagger broke in two, and the upper half fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Night Creek was stunned.

Guangtuan said: "This mural can be strong, otherwise it will not be able to keep it intact all these years." ”

Yexi nodded, took his own weapon, and turned it into a hammer and a drill. The drill is pressed against the line, and the hammer is hammered hard on the butt of the drill.

When—

The drill was not broken, but it was a big turn in front of it, and then looking at the mural, there was not the slightest small crack.

Putting away the hammer and hammer, Yexi thought for a moment, and the nail of the index finger of her right hand grew an inch long, sliding along the line.

Zizizi——

The sound of piercing eardrums sounded, but - Yexi touched the tip of his nails with his left hand, and touched the mural again, it was good, evenly matched, and no one conquered anyone.

Turned over and fell, and spread his hands to the door owner: "I can't break the mural, it's too strong." ”

The owner of the door really doesn't know this, after all, it has been passed down from generation to generation, and no one has ever thought of breaking the mural and reassembling it.

He immediately flew up and took out all kinds of swords and daggers from his ring, all the same, the same higher than a sample, from the cautiousness at the beginning to the later hard work and even anger.

After a long time, the door owner flew down, looking a little panting, I don't know if he was tired or angry.

"Ancestors, what kind of magic weapon does this mural need to break? I really can't help it. ”

The light groups were eager to try it for a long time, and at this time they all rushed up to see what was going on, and some tried to touch and bump it themselves, and the results were all without exception.

After watching it for a long time, Yexi said helplessly: "If the mural can't be broken, I can't do it." Otherwise, take it and look at it. ”

Everyone was speechless, even if the animal skin was put together, but the real content was still in the mural, the animal skin was just an appearance, what did they see?

"Ahh A golden ball of light suddenly shouted.

The crowd hurriedly asked, "What do you think of?" ”

The golden light group jumped: "The juice of the golden umbrella spirit spor can be formed." ”

"Golden Umbrella Spirit Spore? What is it? ”

"Familiar."

"Lingzhi, right?"

"Nonsense."

The door master hurriedly asked, "Ancestor, where is the Golden Umbrella Spirit Spore?" ”

The golden light group said impatiently: "How do I know? How many years has Lao Tzu been in the little black house? ”

Whoever is locked up in a small black house for tens of thousands of years will not have a good temper.

The master of the door was busy making amends: "Please also ask the ancestor to give some clues." ”

The golden light cluster is still to be grasped, and it is kicked by other light clusters.

"Well, well, I don't know where it is. Hey, don't be rude. I say, I say. Back then, I practiced a hard sword, and my sword conceit was the hardest sword in the world, and nothing could break it. Later, when I met someone, I was unlucky, holding a thin gold wire, and I was stunned to cut my sword. How much effort did Lao Tzu spend to make up for it later, it was Lao Tzu's natal sword. Hey, don't kick it, isn't that just talking. The man mentioned to me that the golden silk was extracted from the golden umbrella spirit spores, and it couldn't be cut through paper, but it could cut any metal hard object the most. The harder it is, the more it can be cut, in response to the sentence of overcoming rigidity with softness. ”

"That sounds interesting." A group of light spoke: "Then how do we find it?" ”

"What are you looking for, the old guys can't get out of this ghost place, let Jingyang find it."

The master of the door was surrounded by the light balls, and even if he couldn't see their eyes, he felt quite stressed.

"I'll go."

Nightstream: "That's—"

Door master: "Yexi, you go back and rest first, the test materials you want will arrive in two days." ”

"Okay—"

"Wait, what's the hurry, it's hard to come and chat with us old guys before leaving."

"Yes. Jingyang, give the jade card in and out to Yexi, you go get busy first. Hurry up and find that golden umbrella spirit spor. ”

The owner of the door was swept away, and this time he really felt abandoned.