Cher stretched out her little head and looked at the world in front of her curiously with her small eyes. In the Heavenly Forest, in addition to demon beasts or demon beasts, Fang Ming only knew cultivation when he went to the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

She is very curious about the current world, and it is no wonder that Cher is still young now, and she is curious about everything like a child.

Fang Ming looked at the large and small stalls in front of him, which were full of all kinds of things, flying swords, magic weapons, rune paper, demon beast spirit pets...... That's everything.

There are a lot of good things in the stalls, but there are also a lot of fake ones, and whether you can buy good things depends on everyone's eyesight.

"Flying Sword, Magic Weapon......"

"Spirit Grass Elixir, Immortal Method, Immortal Technique......"

"Come and see, good stuff ......"

Fang Ming also came with curiosity, and suddenly Xue'er in his arms moved, turned around and walked towards a stall, the stall owner was a young man in his twenties.

Fang Ming took the things on the stall and looked at this and that, and what he got in his hand was a piece of paper with a broken corner, some yellow, densely written with some words, and Fang Ming didn't recognize any of the words on it. Xue'er moved, Fang Ming froze, and then put it down, and began to look at other things again.

"This little brother, the things I have here are all good things, yes, yes, the flying sword in your hand is a flying sword used by Lu Lilu's predecessors three thousand years ago, but unfortunately no one knows the ......goods when it is broken."

"How do you buy this thing?" asked with a piece of iron ore in his hand.

"This little brother has good eyesight, this is the Iron Mother, this is an excellent material for refining spiritual weapons, don't ......look at it, don't look at it," Leng looked at this person's mouth flying, and all the boastful talk said that the flowers were coming, what kind of rare and rare treasures in the world.

Fang Ming smiled bitterly, "How many spirit stones"

The man stretched out a hand and said, "Five hundred spirit stones, eh, eh, don't go, little brother, four hundred, how about four hundred, three hundred...... Two hundred," he shouted loudly when he saw Fang Ming walking away.

"One hundred" turned around and saw that the man was about to leave without speaking, and the man hurriedly shouted, "Okay, one hundred is one hundred"

"But I'm going to pick one thing"

The man hesitated a little, and when he saw that Fang Ming was about to leave again, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

Fang Ming picked up the yellowed piece of paper and the iron mother that the man said was rare in the world, gave the man the spirit stone, and turned away.

After returning to the sect, Fang Ming took out the piece of paper full of words, and looked at the words on it, Fang Ming was one head and two big. Looking at Cher, Cher also looked at herself.

"Does Xue'er know what this is?" asked Xue'er with the paper in her hand.

Cher shook her head, scratching and dancing, babbling and babbling.

Fang Ming smiled bitterly, Xue'er couldn't understand what she said, and she didn't come up with a reason after studying for a while, Fang Ming was going to give up.

Suddenly, Xue'er jumped onto Fang Ming's hand, and bit her index finger out with a single mouth. Before I knew what was going on, the blood on my fingertips was pouring onto the paper.

I suddenly felt dizzy, and before I could react, I heard "10,000 years, 10,000 years." Finally someone woke me up."

Fang Ming jumped, "Who, who" No one replied for a long time, and then he looked around. Nothing can be seen here, nothing is seen here.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Fang Ming, this person was an old man with a very kind appearance, full of white hair, long eyebrows, long beard, and a white shirt.

"I don't know who my predecessor is"

"I, Qingyang Daoist, am a Dan Master, it was all 10,000 years ago, and now I am just a spiritual sense"

"Ah, Spiritual Sense, ten thousand years ago," Fang Ming said in shock

"Hehe, no one in the world will die. What's more, it's been 10,000 years," he looked at and smiled.

"The old man is obsessed with alchemy, and he used the secret method to leave this spiritual consciousness at the time limit, just to prevent my Dan Dao from being lost, are you willing to learn" The old man was a little surprised when he saw Fang Ming, but he didn't care.

"Willing, willing"

The old man pointed his finger on Fang Ming's forehead, and slowly his figure became fading and fading, and finally disappeared.

"Let's get out"

Fang Ming felt dizzy again, and it took a while before he took a breath and slowly opened his eyes.

At first glance, I saw Xue'er staring at herself with wide eyes, and touched Xue'er with her hands, so I felt that I had some more memories in my mind, closed my eyes, and sorted out the memories in my mind.

An hour later, Fang Ming exhaled and opened his eyes, because the memories in his mind were too large and mixed for a lot of time.

Those memories were all about the cultivation of the elixir and the use of the elixir, and the last one was an alchemy decision. These memories are all the memories of the Qingyang Dao people about the Dan Dao inheritance.

After pondering for a while, Fang Ming still decided not to care about alchemy now, the most important thing now was to improve his cultivation.

He filled the barrel with water, poured all the refining liquid into the water, and after a while, all the water turned blue, and he took off his robe and entered the water.

After a while, he felt like he was being bitten by countless ants, and cold sweat slowly flowed from his forehead, and it was like being cut by countless sharp blades under his skin, Fang Ming still gritted his teeth and insisted.

Two hours later, the cyan in the water slowly pushed down, gradually returning to its original appearance, opened his eyes and wiped the cold sweat on his cold forehead.

"This liquid is really domineering, ordinary people really can't stand it" raised his hand and looked at it, only to see a faint layer of cyan on his skin, and he felt a lot more strength when he clenched his fist hard.

"Now my physique has rubbed a lot," after pondering for a while, he decided to practice the Liuyun Sword Technique first.

When he came to the courtyard, he took out the flying sword and practiced the Liuyun swordsmanship, slapped his palm on the big tree, and suddenly fell a lot of leaves, only to see the flying sword in Fang Ming's hand flying left and right and dancing up and down, and the flying sword in his hand was interspersed between the leaves.