On the ebony round table carved with simple patterns, there is an open green jade box, the jade is glowing with green and faint light, and the tentacles are lubricated and cool. Two vermilion pills the size of beans lay quietly at the bottom of the box, although the pills were small, but they exuded bursts of refreshing Zhilan aroma.

Liu Shancai had been cultivating in this secret room for seven days in a row, and on the ground on the east side of the secret room was a star-shaped energy gathering array, and more than a dozen lower-grade spirit stones had turned into a small pool of white powder and piled up in the center of the circle. After finishing the time to rest the tea, he took out the jade box and put it on the table, only every time he saw these two pills, Liu Shancai would not feel sorry for the rapid consumption of the spirit stone in the rest of the month.

These are two herb pills refined with 500-year-old sesame fruits, and cultivators with a little insight will know the preciousness of this elixir, because a small pill can add ten years of longevity to a cultivator.

A monk is only 100 years old before he reaches the foundation building period. Liu Shancai was already mediocre in talent, and he was too greedy for worldly enjoyment, and he had only just reached the middle stage of Qi refining after half a hundred years. In the remaining years, if you want to cultivate to the foundation building stage, not only do you need a large amount of spirit stone pills, but it will also take a long time.

Jindan Avenue, how difficult it is, now with these two grass pills, you can add twenty years of life.

I thought that it was hopeless to build a foundation in this life, but I didn't expect that a small guide would be exchanged for a glimmer of hope for immortality.

Liu Shancai took a deep breath, and the refreshing aroma of Zhilan entered his nose, and the aroma of the pill alone made people feel refreshed. Liu Shancai smashed his mouth, carefully covered the jade box, and put it into the storage bag he carried.

A monk can only take two pills to increase longevity in his life, and no matter how much he eats after that, it is just that the dantian can increase a little bit of aura. Before the end of his life, Liu Shancai did not plan to take these two herbs. He patted the storage bag lightly, raised his scorched eyebrows and thought about the Shishan Fort Village, which had become a scorched land, wondering if there would be a bigger surprise from the sect elder if there was such a thing again.

In his greed, he seemed to see that the legendary elixir had fallen into the bottom of the bag. Liu Shancai patted the storage bag on his waist with satisfaction, and his heart was suddenly hot, and his mind couldn't help but think of the slippery flesh and skin of the newly accepted concubine. Because he got the grass return pill, he was ruthless and only cared about cultivating for the rest of the month, and now he remembered the woman's delicate and soft cry, and an evil fire immediately arched out of his body, he got up in a hurry and walked to the wall, stretched out his hand to the right and twisted a fist-sized tiger-shaped beast head on the wall.

After a soft sound of "click", the secret door of the secret room made of fine iron quietly began to rotate, and after a while, Liu Shancai raised his feet and wanted to walk out of the secret room, but suddenly he felt a slight stinging pain in his spiritual sense, and under the shock, his short body had withdrawn from his back.

Before his feet touched the ground, he saw a figure rush into the chamber and pounce in front of him like a mad beast.

The place in the secret room is not big, there is not much room to dodge after the two people come in, Liu Shancai fell to the ground, his back was already against the wall, he didn't have time to see the appearance of the person who came, and under the bright lamp candle, he caught a glimpse of a green shadow mixed with a little scarlet stabbing towards his chest.

Ye Bufan's stab had exhausted all the strength of his body, his teeth were clenched, the scars on his face were jumping suddenly because of the excessive force, seeing that the revenge was about to be avenged, under the excitement, his ears were buzzing, and between the electric light and flint, he seemed to see that the scarlet sword tip had pierced into Liu Shancai's chest, Ye Bufan wanted to push the short sword forward again, but there was a sudden dazzling white light flashing in front of him.

Ye Bufan's eyes were tingling, and for a moment there was only a white mist of light in front of him, and then his chest was as if he had been hit by a thick and round giant tree, and after a dull pain, there was a taste of sweet essence in his throat. The right hand holding the short sword was swollen and cracked, and the whole arm was shaking.

The white light dissipated in a blink of an eye, and Ye Bufan squeezed his eyes before he saw that Liu Shancai's whole body was covered with a layer of white light like glass, and the short sword was fixed in an inch on his chest, and the scarlet tip of the sword was pierced on the light mask, like a stone thrown into the water, stirring up bursts of white light lines. Ye Bufan didn't know what was happening in front of him, he suppressed the blood in his chest and looked up at Liu Shancai in surprise. The scorched yellow wolf had a mocking look on his face.

"This little cultivation is also looking for death?"

Liu Shancai pursed his lips after speaking, the mocking look on his face became thicker and thicker, and his spiritual sense was between electric thoughts, and he had already detected that the man in front of him only had a slight fluctuation of spiritual power in the dantian.

Looking at the embroidered green short sword fixed on his chest, even if the scarlet tip of the sword looked extremely sharp, it couldn't pierce the body protection shield formed by the release of spiritual power. Liu Shancai let the short sword continue to stab the light shield of the protective body in a circle of ripples, and looked up at the man in front of him easily.

With thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a broad forehead, his original good appearance looked hideous and vicious because of the blood stains on his face and the two scars crossed on his right cheek. Liu Shancai faintly felt that he had seen this man somewhere, thought for a while, stretched out his hand and flexed his fingers, and a wisp of spiritual power came out of the dantian, and the white light of the fingertip of the index finger flashed and gently flicked on the sword body.

With a soft sound of "ding", the short sword just trembled, but a huge force suddenly tore the tiger's mouth of Ye Bufan's right hand and then hit him heavily on his chest.

"Ah" snorted, Ye Bufan's eyes were full of Venus, his ears clearly heard the sound of the sternum "stuck" and cracked, the heart was in a moment of severe pain, half of the body was like drilling into countless small insects, the short sword in his right hand slipped from the palm of his hand unconsciously, and stuck straight on the ground in front of him, he wanted to bend down and pick up the short sword again, but he could no longer suppress the blood gushing in his throat, and after raising his head and spurting out a mouthful of blood, his body collapsed on the ground softly.

The bean-sized energy mass in the dantian began to run wildly at this time without warning, wisps of subtle heat flowed quickly from the dantian to the limbs and hundreds of remains, half of the body paralysis and heart pain seemed to be alleviated a lot in an instant, Ye Bufan didn't have time to think about it, gritted his teeth, and raised his arm with difficulty to reach out to the short sword inserted not far from his side.

Up to now, Ye Bufan didn't think about whether he would be able to survive tonight, nor did he think about regretting his impulsiveness, his eyes were red and he stared at the short sword, and there was only one thought in his mind, that is, to hold the short sword in front of him again, even if he was lying down, he would stab Liu Shancai's chest.

Ye Bufan's fingers had already touched the hilt of the sword wrapped in coarse cloth. Liu Shancai saw that the man in front of him was so injured and wanted to move, he snorted coldly, instantly collected the light shield of the protective body, and returned the spiritual power released to the dantian. After the spiritual sense inner probe guided half of the spiritual power in the dantian to run along the meridians to the palm of his hand, he silently recited the magic of the ice pick technique in his heart.

The space in front of Liu Shancai's right hand suddenly twisted, and after a burst of cold cold air gushed out of thin air, a flash of light flashed in his palm, and an inch-long blue ice pick was already hanging above his palm.

After the spiritual sense locked the ice pick on the palm of his hand, Liu Shancai raised his hand and shook it, and the ice pick was as fast as a blue light, and under the guidance of the spiritual sense, it accurately hit the dantian of the man in front of him.

Ye Bufan held the hilt of the short sword in his right hand, and for the first time he saw the cultivator cast a spell, he looked at the dark blue ice pick in horror and then sank into his abdomen after a flash.

After a slight coolness in the abdomen, followed by the pain of the skin, flesh, bone marrow, and meridians and blood vessels exploding, Ye Bufan's eyes were black and he fainted, and his lower abdomen was pierced by an ice pick with a hole the thickness of a small finger, and the strange thing was that there was no trace of blood flowing out of the wound, but the energy mass the size of a bean grain in the dantian had been crushed by the cold energy in an instant.

Ye Bufan, who had passed out, lay miserably on the floor of the dark room, his spiritual power was completely lost, his heart was traumatized, a large amount of blood soaked through the front of his short coat, and his face was full of ashes and defeats.

I don't know how long it took, after Ye Bufan coughed up a mouthful of black-red blood, he woke up from his coma faintly, and after struggling to open his eyes, he saw a narrow and thin face with scorched eyebrows appearing in front of him.

Ye Bufan moved his fingers and gave up the struggle, the short sword was still inserted at his side, it was impossible to hold it again, Ye Bufan looked at Liu Shancai's face, gritted his teeth unwillingly, and spit out a mouthful of blood foam in his mouth.

Liu Shancai looked at the man so miserable, his face was still like a fierce hatred, and he couldn't help but feel a little cool on his back. When the man passed out, he looked at his eyebrows and eyes carefully, thinking about the night of the fire and hell, and asked in disbelief,

"You're from Stone Hill Fort Village?"

Now that he has been recognized, there is no possibility of living any longer. Ye Bufan's whole body was relieved, his distorted face regained his calm, but his heart was miserable, and when he was about to die now, he really knew what the life-and-death struggle between cultivators was, and only then did he know that if he wanted to kill a cultivator, he didn't rely on the courage to fight to the death.

Even if he was unwilling and miserable, under the disparity in strength, Ye Bufan thought about it in his heart, and did not regret his impulse tonight. After letting go of the obsession of revenge, thinking about the faces of his wife and children, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, and a serene smile appeared on his face.

Looking at the expression on the man's face, Liu Shancai determined that the man in front of him who was not afraid of death was the "remnant" of Shishanbao Village, and he was very suspicious, and his scorched face was cloudy.

Shishanbao Village is located in the middle of nowhere, as a small mountain village under the rule of the Ouyang family, it was burned to the ground overnight, and it did not cause any waves under Ouyang Jing's suppression. In the Zhongzhou Star that is respected by Xiuzhen, the Xiuzhen Alliance is equivalent to the government, although the laws of the alliance strictly prohibit monks from harming civilians for no reason, but Liu Shancai is not worried about the revelation of the affairs of Shishanbao Village, for an elder of a sect, a monk in the infancy of the Yuan, the laws of the alliance are like someone with a dignified face but a joke that is extremely cola.

Liu Shancai was shocked how a mortal could escape from the power of the Yuan Infant Monk, this is not weird, it is completely unimaginable, and it is even more unimaginable that the man in front of him can change his life against the sky, from a mortal to a monk, such a thing happened in just a few months, Liu Shancai guessed that there was only one possibility.

This man must have met a strange fate and has a treasure.