Swish.

A crystalline medium-grade spirit stone appeared.

Call.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yifan closed his eyes again, held the medium-grade spirit stone in his palm, and once again operated the exercises of the Heavenly Dragon Alchemy Technique.

Sizzle.

A trace of extremely pure spiritual power was immediately pulled out of the spirit stone and entered Yang Yifan's body.

Effective!

The speed of refining is a little faster!

Boom, boom, boom.

No longer hesitating at the moment, Yang Yifan took out nine medium-grade spirit stones again.

Suddenly, the entire tent was illuminated by the fluorescence of the medium-grade spirit stone, and the aura of spiritual power was also much stronger.

Although the medium-grade spirit stone is precious, for Yang Yifan, strength is everything, and if the strength is strong, will there be a shortage of spirit stones in the future?

Anyway, the mid-grade spirit stones that were snatched from Zi Wuji were enough.

Time just passed slowly.

Pedaling.

Footsteps sounded, and Qiu Wanxue's old servant walked over.

"Childe. ”

He now has the strength of the Xuanji Realm, but Yang Yifan can kill the early stage martial artists of the Xuanji Realm with one blow, which also makes him put Yang Yifan on an equal footing with him.

"What's the matter?"

Yang Yifan's voice came out.

Wow.

Then, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and after practicing all night, Yang Yifan, who was slightly tired, appeared.

Is that?

The old servant's eyes widened a little.

Through the gap in the opening of the curtain, he clearly saw a brilliant light, which seemed to be a spirit stone.

Such a strong aura of spiritual power, and that luster.

At least a medium-grade spirit stone.

Use medium-grade spirit stones to cultivate? Do you want to be so extravagant.

At this moment, this old servant has an urge to snatch it, a medium-grade spirit stone is a low-grade spirit stone worth 10,000, although he is a martial artist in the Xuanji Realm, but there is no 10,000 lower-grade spirit stones on his body.

Call.

Taking a slight breath, he said to Yang Yifan: "Childe, it's not early, we should hurry." ”

"Okay, I'll clean up. ”

Yang Yifan nodded, then turned around and returned to the tent.

Pedaling.

The old servant also left, but his eyes were full of doubt.

Since Yang Yifan was so extravagant that he cultivated with a medium-grade spirit stone, how could he only have a cultivation in the middle of the Yellow Extreme Realm? You must know that even Qiu Wanxue, who was not very talented, was already in the late stage of the Yellow Extreme Realm and was on the verge of breaking through the Xuan Extreme Realm.

If Yang Yifan's talent is average, then where does the anti-heaven combat power come from?

It doesn't make sense to suppress the realm for sharpening, Yang Yifan's physical strength is definitely comparable to that of a martial artist in the Xuanji Realm, and it may not be of much use to sharpen in the Huangji Realm.

Anyway, he couldn't figure it out.

Of course, what he didn't know was that it wasn't that Yang Yifan didn't want to break through, but that the Heavenly Dragon Alchemy Technique he cultivated was not cultivated by the Terran martial artists at all, but the secret technique cultivated by the most powerful Heavenly Dragon in ancient times, and it was very difficult to cultivate.

Moreover, from ancient times to the present, it is estimated that only Yang Yifan, a human race martial artist, has cultivated this secret technique, after all, in this world, let alone the Heavenly Dragon, the other dragon clans have also disappeared without a trace.

Pedaling.

After cleaning up, Yang Yifan came out, and immediately several warriors came to clean up the tent.

These people are all Zhao Hua's subordinates, but now they are under Qiu Wanxue's command.

Yang Yifan naturally knew what these people thought, Zhao Hua and the two Xuanji Realm masters were dead, and these people would definitely be implicated when they went back, plus Qiu Wanxue might have promised something, so it would not be incomprehensible to defect.

Call.

The Red Flame Pony King came over and rubbed Yang Yifan's face.

Swish.

Yang Yifan threw over a spirit pill.

A pinched elixir to feed horses?

Qiu Wanxue was a little depressed, because she thought of the fact that she had promised to give Yang Yifan twenty bottles of first-grade pills, and when she thought that the pills she had worked so hard to save would be used by Yang Yifan to feed the horses, her heart ached a little.

People are not as good as horses!

The surrounding martial artists all have an urge to follow Yang Yifan, and if they are so good to a Chiyan horse, they will probably be better for the people under them.

Swish.

Yang Yifan stroked the head of the Red Flame Pony Horse King with his hand, this Horse King was already on the verge of breaking through, he naturally would not be stingy, if he broke through to the fifth order, it would be of greater help to him.

Turning his head slightly, he looked at Qiu Wanxue, "How long will it take?"

How long?

The corners of Qiu Wanxue's mouth twitched, and she glared at Yang Yifan angrily, "Your horse king doesn't move, does our Red Flame Horse dare to go?"

The level between the fierce beasts is much stricter than that of the warriors, and the Red Flame Pony Ma King does not move, and those ordinary Red Flame Ponies do not dare to move their feet at all.

Boom.

With a little foot, Yang Yifan flew and landed on the horse's back.

Pedaling.

The Red Flame Pony King walked slowly along the avenue.

"Let's go. ”

Qiu Wanxue made a move, and then turned over and got on the horse.

In addition to the Red Flame Pony that the warrior was riding, there were also twelve blue-backed bronze bulls pulling six carts full of boxes.

The green-backed bronze bull, like the red flame horse, is a gentle beast that has been tamed, has great strength, eats everything, and is easy to feed, and is definitely the best choice for pulling a cart to do heavy work.

It can't be all Cabernet Iron.

Yang Yifan estimated that Qiu Wanxue and the others still mixed the Chixia Refined Iron into the ordinary iron ore, otherwise, the value of so many Chixia Refined Iron would be too great, and it would be impossible for Qiu Wanxue and the others to escort them.

The Red Flame Pony King was very smooth between his movements, and the uneven road was also like walking on the ground, and he couldn't feel the slightest bump, Yang Yifan didn't waste time, took out a medium-grade spirit stone and held it in his palm, and then closed his eyes and cultivated.

Peal pedal, pedal, pedal.

Qiu Wanxue kept kicking the Red Flame Horse under her, wanting to catch up with Yang Yifan and see what that guy was doing?

However, what made her want to vomit blood was that no matter how she kicked it, the Red Flame Pony she was riding just refused to step forward, and she didn't dare to stand side by side with the Red Flame Pony Horse King, which made her only follow behind Yang Yifan's fart/strand.

Damn it.

She could only grit her teeth and let the Red Flame Pony back away, she didn't want to follow Yang Yifan's fart/stock to eat ashes.

In the next half a month, the group did not encounter any trouble, and began to rush at dawn, and found a safe place to camp and rest at nightfall, and by this time, it was already tens of thousands of miles away from Qingshan Town.

However, there are still nearly two months to go before arriving in Wave City.

And as Qiu Wanxue's old servant's injuries gradually recovered, and his strength also recovered to the middle stage of the Xuanji Realm, the safety of the convoy was more guaranteed.

Yang Yifan did not delay time, he was in the process of cultivation at any time, and the medium-grade spirit stones also consumed a full two, of course, a large part of the spiritual power was actually wasted, and it was not completely refined, but he couldn't care about it so much.

On this day, the sky was bright, and Yang Yifan ended his cultivation, with the current cultivation speed, he estimated that when he arrived in Wave City, he should be able to advance to the late stage of the Yellow Extreme Realm, but he had to waste a few more medium-grade spirit stones.

Swish.

He got up, his brows furrowed slightly, he should have set off at this time in the future, but now there was no movement.

Is something wrong?

Guessing, he walked outside.