Wen Renfeng didn't know why he hadn't returned yet, but Chu Ziheng didn't care. After he was busy for a month, he still couldn't find a feasible way to refine the Yin Ming Pill, Chu Ziheng became more and more anxious, and he thought about recovering his cultivation all day long.

On this day, after Chu Ziheng came out of Hanyuan Palace, his face was sad, and he searched for a long time, but he still found nothing, and the whole person gradually became depressed. Walking on the mountain trail, staring blankly at the road, I don't know what to think.

"Oops!"

A loud cry woke Chu Ziheng from his confusion, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a young monk-like monk rubbing his shoulders and glaring at him. Chu Ziheng knew that when he was out of his mind just now, he accidentally hit him. This monk looks young, but he has already completed the consummate cultivation of the late stage of Ning Dan, and he is obviously a type of person who has the ability to stay in the face.

Chu Ziheng hurriedly bent down and apologized: "This senior brother, just now the junior brother was offended, and he still looked at Haihan." ”

"Hmph, little bastard, you don't have long eyes when you walk, and next time, don't blame me for teaching you a lesson on behalf of your master!" The young monk made a gesture to beat Chu Ziheng, but he just wanted to scare Chu Ziheng.

The young monk's eyes kept looking at Chu Ziheng, he couldn't understand how a junior in the early stage of congenital life could be so powerful, he saw Chu Ziheng walking on the road from a distance, with the intention of teasing, deliberately colliding with him, but he didn't expect that he would suffer a secret loss!

Why is this person in front of him so unreasonable? Chu Ziheng was secretly annoyed in his heart, but he felt that he was wrong first, and he didn't have a seizure. After taking a deep breath, Chu Ziheng spoke again: "What the senior brother taught is that the junior brother must remember it. ”

Seeing that Chu Ziheng's attitude was so upright and self-denying, the young monk was not too embarrassed, but he still said in a deep voice: "Fortunately, this bottle of Kaiyuan Pill that was finally refined did not fall to the ground, so I won't worry about you this time." He raised the small porcelain vase in his hand, ignored Chu Ziheng, bypassed the side, and slowly walked down the mountain.

"Kaiyuan Dan..."Chu Ziheng had a vague impression, and he pondered for a while, only to remember that the reward that the Netherworld Sect had released at the beginning was not the Kaiyuan Pill? Chu Ziheng stared at the young monk's back, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and the essence in his eyes was revealed.

"Senior brother, wait a minute. ”

The man turned back impatiently, frowned, and said, "What else is the matter with you?"

"Senior brother, I just saw a Qiankun bag drop on the ground, but yours?" Chu Ziheng took three steps and made two quick steps to the young monk's side, untied the Qiankun bag around his waist and stuffed it into the young monk's hand. Because Chu Ziheng's cultivation on the bright side is just the early stage of congenital, if he uses a storage ring, it is too public, in order to hide people's eyes, Chu Ziheng regained the Qiankun bag he used before.

The man looked at Chu Ziheng in confusion, and after opening a gap in the Qiankun bag, his eyes instantly lit up, and there were hundreds of lower-grade spirit stones in it! The young monk's heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly put away the Qiankun bag, and said cheekily: "Yes, yes, this thing was dropped by my brother." ”

As he spoke, the man's eyes softened a lot when he looked at Chu Ziheng, and hundreds of spirit stones were not a small amount, in his mind, Chu Ziheng gave him these spirit stones, just to have a good relationship with himself, or to ask for himself. No matter what it was for, it made the young monk feel that Chu Ziheng was a junior who could be a man.

Chu Ziheng sneered in his heart, but his face was slightly flattering, and he asked, "I heard that Senior Brother was holding Kaiyuan Dan in his hand?"

"Exactly, Kaiyuan Dan was booked by a senior for his heir early on, and I also wasted a lot of effort to refine it successfully, and this time I went down the mountain to send Kaiyuan Dan to that senior. "Because the young monk accepted Chu Ziheng's spirit stone, he no longer held the senior brother's shelf. Although the words were quite humble, the proud look on his face could not be stopped. After all, among the people of his generation who can refine the four-grade pill, he should be the first!

"Oh, Senior Brother can even refine the Four Rank Pills?!" Chu Ziheng's eyes flickered, and his tone raised slightly.

"Not bad. The young monk stood with his hands in his hands.

"Senior brother is really good! dare to ask senior brother Gao's name?"

"Mu Sen. The young monk whispered the words.

"In this way, we are still in our own family..."An unpredictable smile appeared on Chu Ziheng's face, and he said slowly, "Senior Brother Mu, Senior Brother has something for you to help with." ”

"What?" Mu Sen was stunned when he heard this.

......

A quarter of an hour later, Chu Ziheng returned to the courtyard with a sack, and after putting layers of prohibitions on the gate, he walked into the bamboo house and threw the sack heavily on the ground. Chu Ziheng raised his sword and pulled it on the sack a few times, and a person with a blue nose and swollen face came out of it, this person was Mu Sen!

Mu Sen trembled and looked around, he was still a little dazed at first, but when he saw Chu Ziheng holding the Hundred Ghost Sword, his heart suddenly trembled, his body trembled like chaff, and he kept retreating.

Chu Ziheng looked at Mu Sen on the ground indifferently, and tied him up as a last resort. Since he can't refine the Yin Ming Pill himself, why don't he find someone else to do it for him? Mu Sen in front of him is undoubtedly the best candidate, meeting the requirements of the fourth-grade alchemist, and more importantly, he went down the mountain to deliver medicine to others this time, as short as January and as long as May and June, so even if he disappears, no one will suspect it.

Thinking about it, the corners of Chu Ziheng's mouth unconsciously rose, but Mu Sen became even more frightened after seeing Chu Ziheng's expression, and thought that Chu Ziheng had a murderous heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior brother... No, no, no, senior, you just let me go, and the junior promises not to mention this matter to others!"

At this moment, Mu Sen already wanted to cry without tears, but he didn't expect that the person he casually provoked was actually an old monster hidden in the sect, he speculated that Chu Ziheng's cultivation was at least in the middle of the Yuan Infant Stage, and it was even possible to reach the realm of Tongxuan! The scene of Chu Ziheng's sudden attack kept flashing in his mind, Chu Ziheng raised his hand and summoned three ghost kings, and before he could react, he knocked him unconscious, and when he opened his eyes again, he appeared in the bamboo house.

"Who said I was going to kill you, if I really wanted to kill you, how could I leave you until now?" Chu Ziheng raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing.

"That's... What do you mean?" asked Mu Sen cautiously.

Chu Ziheng didn't say anything, and directly threw the recorded jade slip over. Mu Sen took the jade slip with both hands, and after a little hesitation, he sank his divine thoughts into it. The next moment, Mu Sen's expression changed again and again, and he subconsciously exclaimed, "Yin Ming Dan!"

After a long time, Mu Sen put down the jade slip, he was also a shrewd person, and while checking the jade slip, he also understood that Chu Ziheng had arrested him to let him refine the Yin Ming Pill.

Although the Yin Ming Pill is classified as one of the four pins of pills, the complexity of the refining techniques used and the preciousness of the materials used are really unheard of, and the difficulty of refining the Kaiyuan Pill is like the difference between the difficulty of refining the Yin Ming Pill and the difficulty of refining the Yin Ming Pill!

"Senior..."Mu Sen pondered his words, for fear of accidentally angering the other party, and said, "The junior is not proficient in learning, I'm afraid it will be difficult to refine such a miracle medicine." ”

"Aren't you a fourth-grade alchemist, don't you want to deceive me!" Chu Ziheng's face sank, and he immediately shouted.

"It's... The difficulty of refining the Yin Ming Pill is far beyond the ability of the juniors..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Ziheng interrupted him impatiently, and snorted coldly: "Why is it difficult?"

Finding that the evil qi on Chu Ziheng's body was getting thicker and thicker, Mu Sen's heart suddenly burst out, and he hurriedly replied: "Not to mention the refining technique, it is difficult to get together the medicines used alone, among which the three-flavor main medicine is rare in the world..."

The words stopped abruptly, and Mu Sen saw Chu Ziheng wave his sleeves, and the ground was covered with many medicinal materials, all of which were the necessary medicinal materials recorded on the Danfang. Suddenly, Mu Sen's pupils contracted suddenly, and there were three boxes among them, without Chu Ziheng's introduction, Mu Sen guessed that these three boxes must contain the three flavors of the main medicine!

"The medicinal materials have already been prepared, you just need to find a way to refine the Yin Ming Pill. Chu Zi said expressionlessly.

"But..."

"There's nothing but! Either alchemy for me!or die!" Chu Ziheng roared rudely, and in a flash of cold light, the Hundred Ghost Sword was already on Mu Sen's neck.

"The younger generation is willing to serve the senior!" Feeling the coldness on his neck, Mu Sen didn't dare to move.

"Very well, hand over your essence and blood. If you don't hold your little life in your hands, God knows if you will poison the elixir. Chu Ziheng said coldly, Sen Han's eyes pierced Mu Sen's eyes, as if he wanted to see through Mu Sen's thoughts.

At this moment, Mu Sen broke out in a cold sweat, because he had really moved this idea just now. The corners of his mouth twitched, Mu Sen raised his pale face, and said with a forced smile: "The seniors are too worried, how dare the juniors?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hand over the essence blood!" Chu Ziheng's hand holding the Hundred Ghost Sword slid slightly, piercing the skin.

The slight pain made Mu Sen's heart awe-inspiring, and he immediately knew that he was unwilling to fool around like this, and then, as soon as he gritted his teeth, his face was full of humiliation and unwillingness, and a drop of blood floated out from his eyebrows.

Chu Ziheng waved lightly, held the blood bead in his hand, swept his thoughts, and after confirming that there was no falsehood, his expression eased slightly, and he removed the Hundred Ghost Sword from Mu Sen's neck.

Mu Sen was paralyzed on the ground, as if he had just been fished out of the water, his body was soaked, and his eyes were still frightened. As a disciple of the inner sect of Yingyue Gate, he has been obsessed with alchemy since he was a child, where has he experienced such a battle!

"You can do alchemy in this room. ”

After thinking about it, Chu Ziheng called Ghost San out again and explained: "Ghost San, you stay here to protect him." Chu Ziheng was still a little worried about Mu Sen, and called the ghost three out, nominally to protect Mu Sen, but more to monitor.

"No, no, no, no need, senior! I don't need it to protect me!" Mu Sen looked at the fierce and vicious ghost San, and his courage was about to burst!

Chu Ziheng flashed in disgust, turned and left.

"Hehe, come here!" the ghost trio laughed and picked up Mu Sen's legs and dragged him back to the Dan furnace.

Mu Sen watched the door slam shut in despair, wailing: "Senior, senior..."