All cultivation sects will distribute Yuan Qi Pills to the foundation building disciples under them. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This has become a convention, and it is also the benefit that monks should enjoy in the sect.

The same is true for Haotianmen.

According to the regulations, a fifth-order foundation building cultivator with ordinary qualifications like Shen Changyou could get a Yuan Qi Pill every month. Pills can be accumulated, and pills can be distributed after the monks return. It's just that the number will definitely not increase and will not decrease.

The process of alchemy is extremely complex, and alchemists are also high-level talents from various sects. Of course, the amount of pills issued has an absolute relationship with the output of medicinal herbs in the sect and the number of alchemists. Taking some third-rate sects with little power as an example, even if they are foundation building disciples, they may not be able to receive one Yuan Qi Pill every month, and the distribution cycle is even as long as three months, or half a year.

Haotian Sect was a first-class sect, and every time he saw other minor sect monks looking at the sect diamond pattern logo on his body with envious eyes, Shen Changyou would have an incomparably strong sense of pride. That means that he has a famous teacher, an elixir, a cultivation environment with sufficient aura, and all kinds of convenient conditions on the way to cultivation.

This distinction is like Tsinghua University and Peking University on the one hand, but third-rate pheasant schools that have no qualifications to run schools and can only secretly recruit students.

This guy at the first level of Qi refining in front of him actually has a Yuan Qi Pill?

Shen Changyou believed that he was absolutely not mistaken.

That alluring medicinal aroma is unique to the Yuan Qi Pill.

Moreover, this kid opened his mouth and swallowed several grains.

Five?

Or six?

Shen Changyou didn't see the specific amount clearly. In short, it's a lot.

Genki Dan is not this way of eating at all. The medicinal power must be slowly melted into the body before it can be transformed into a cycle of spiritual energy, so as to promote the strengthening of the meridians and strengthen oneself.

At such a close distance, Shen Changyou could hear the crisp "rattling" sound coming from Yang Tianhong's mouth chewing the pill vigorously.

What does this guy think he's eating?

Fried soybeans?

He could even feel the elixir spiritual power that was emanating from Yang Tianhong's mouth.

Shen Changyou felt that his body was trembling uncontrollably. Not because of fear, but because of intense hatred, jealousy, and anger.

Your mother, this way of eating is simply a loser.

Yang Tianhong's mouth kept flying out of the dots of Yuan Qi Pill crumbs. He ate so fast that his spiritual power could not be completely absorbed by his body, and it came out from between his mouth and nose, seeing that the corners of Shen Changyou's eyes were constantly twitching, and his teeth were gritting fiercely.

The doll on the second floor of Qi refining is actually so extravagant that it eats the Yuan Qi Pill as a fried bean?

Lao Tzu must have been dazzled, this, this must not be true.

Shen Changyou felt that his heart was dripping blood, and he even had the urge to lie on the ground, desperately sticking out his tongue and licking those Yuan Qi Pill crumbs.

That's all spiritual power, and it can strengthen your own spiritual power!

Yang Tianhong seized the opponent's short-term blank in thinking, and lost no time in sending out a punch full of majestic power: "Soaring to the third style, Storm Realm!"

An incomparably strong storm struck directly, carrying the bluestone floor tiles that swept up from Yang Tianhong's side, as well as all the furniture in the adjacent position in the living room, and smashed down towards Shen Changyou.

Yang Tianhong has already killed the red eye, this battle is either you die or I die. The six Yuan Qi Pills were swallowed directly into his abdomen without any refining, and he felt a raging fire rise in his body in an instant, burning every meridian and every muscle wildly.

It's like someone who has never drunk alcohol before and suddenly drinks a full glass of high spirits. In addition to the indescribable discomfort of the body, there is only a terrible desire in my mind that I want to vent when I am drunk.

Shen Changyou was caught off guard, he was hit in the shoulder by a violent and powerful fist, and with a muffled snort, the whole person flew straight out in the direction of the door of the living room, hitting the rockery in the garden outside, stirring up a cloud of gravel and dust.

The flying sword that was swimming in the air also fell, and it plunged straight into Yang Tianhong's left arm, cutting a wound tens of centimeters long, setting off a rain of blood.

Yang Tianhong let out a miserable scream, covering the wound with his right hand, and the flying sword lost control, and "Bang" fell to the ground.

The entire Yang Mansion living room was in shambles.

Yang Dashan and Yang Dahai had already rushed out of the bedroom. Seeing this, the eyes of the two were split, one dodged in front of Yang Tianhong, and the other picked up Yang Tianhong, asking anxiously with a face.

The time for the fight is actually very short, only a few minutes before and after.

Outside the hall, Shen Changyou had already swayed from the debris of the rocks and stood up. Yang Tianhong's final punch was extremely powerful, the bones of the part of his shoulder that had been hit were broken, his arm was also loose and drooping, and the gray robe on his body was tattered and covered with dirt. Shen Changyou's face was pale, he endured the pain, raised his right hand, beat his spirit, and barely controlled the iron sword that fell to the ground to fly back and return to his side.

After all, he was a foundation building monk, and although he was seriously injured by negligence for a while, he still had the strength to control the whole field.

"You're really surprising me. ”

Shen Changyou spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, stared at Yang Tianhong who was being supported by Yang Dahai, and said viciously: "At the age of eleven, just the second layer of qi refining, he already has such an extraordinary strength. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was true at all. There is no doubt that you are the kind of legendary cultivation genius. Shen Xing can be regarded as a kind of luck to be able to die at your hands. Hahahaha! I'm the same, I'm going to kill a genius with my own hands now!"

As he spoke, Shen Changyou used his spiritual power and controlled the flying sword to become horizontal in the air, and the sharp tip of the sword was aimed at Yang Dashan who was blocking Yang Tianhong's body.

An old bastard who is just a layer of qi refining dares to stand in the way of the Taoist master? Do you really think that Lao Tzu will not dare to kill people?

Shen Changyou, who was full of malice, already imagined in his mind the bloody scene of being pierced by the iron sword and the three masters and servants of the Yang family turning into human meat skewers.

"Hey, hey, hey, die!"

His heart moved at will, and the flying sword cut through the air, with a piercing roar, and rushed straight towards the defenseless Yang Dashan.

"Bell--"

At the moment when the tip of the sword was about to be inserted into the top of Yang Dashan's head, a black shadow flew over from the side, firmly blocking Yang Dashan's body. The huge impact force of the flying sword dissipated, sparks flew on the point of collision of the tip of the sword, and the flying sword also lost control, rolled in the air several times, and fell far to the ground.

The Black Shadow is also a flying sword. But whether it is the material or the control technique, it is much better than Shen Changyou's iron sword.

Shen Changyou immediately felt that an incomparably strong crisis was coming in an instant.

Immediately, he saw Chen Zhengjian, a fat man running briskly from the gate of Yang's Mansion, with a face full of meat, raging, and trembling with fat all over his body, like a heavy chariot.

It's actually a Jindan-level grandmaster.

No wonder Yang Tianhong can have so many Yuan Qi Pills to consume wantonly. It turned out that there was a Jindan Grandmaster behind him.

Shen Changyou made a judgment almost instantly, his body shook, grabbed the flying sword that fell to the ground and was seriously damaged, forcibly transported his spiritual energy, jumped over the wall of the Yang Mansion, and quickly fled into the distance.

Yang Tianhong, who was at the first level of Qi refining, was already so difficult, and now he had to add a powerful Jindan Grandmaster. Lao Tzu is not a fool, if he doesn't leave now, do he still have to stay and die?

Chen Zhengjian's fat body was not bulky, he glanced at the direction of Shen Changyou's escape with hatred, forcibly suppressed the idea of wanting to catch up and kill and torture the corpse, tightened his face, and quickly ran to Yang Tianhong's side, couldn't help but say, his hands pressed his shoulders heavily, and said in a deep voice: "Don't have any distracting thoughts, use the spiritual energy of your physical energy, and put them into the meridians as soon as possible." ”

"Heavenly Decision" is a battle decision. The reason why Yang Tianhong was able to take the Yuan Qi Pill directly last time was because of the wonderful decision of the exercises. With his current strength at the third level of Qi refining, the maximum number of doses he could take at a time was no more than one.

If it weren't for the life-and-death situation, Yang Tianhong would definitely not make a crazy move of swallowing a full six Yuan Qi Pills at one time. He had to force his forces to reach the level of the "Storm" of the third type of skyrocketing. Only in this way can it be possible to fight with Shen Changyou, a foundation building monk.

The combat power of the Storm Realm was extremely powerful, Shen Changyou was defeated on the spot, and Yang Tianhong also had too much spiritual energy in his body, which blocked the meridians and could not be channeled for a while. Coupled with the fact that the flying sword was focusing on seriously injuring himself, Yang Tianhong had no power to resist at that time. If it weren't for Chen Zhengjian's timely appearance, he could only watch Shen Changyou manipulate the flying sword to stab himself alive.

A gentle and gentle force emanated from Chen Zhengjian's palm, and soon merged with the frenzied spiritual energy in Yang Tianhong's body. This external force guided the chaotic spiritual energy, quickly swimming in Yang Tianhong's meridians, falling directly from the top of the Tianmen to the dantian, and then tracing back to the wrist veins from the spring, repeating the cycle, circulating back and forth, and the meridians blocked by blood and qi were also opened, and even widened and strengthened a little bit.

It felt like the toll booths on the highway had suddenly disappeared, and the dense queue of traffic was no longer blocked, and they were rushing through the intersections that they would have to pay to pass as fast as they could. As for why the toll booths disappeared? Drivers who have already saved a sum of money in tolls have no intention of asking at all, and the key is to leave as soon as possible.

The "pond" full of spiritual energy in the dantian was further expanded, turning into a bottomless "pool of water".

Yang Tianhong felt that he had broken through again. The powerful spiritual power not only repaired the injured and broken arm, but also dragged the dantian to become stronger, and rushed to the fourth layer of qi refining.

The angry voice of the master Chen Zhengjian came from his ears: "After you left, I have always felt uneasy. You are already a white commoner, no longer a noble. I was really afraid of anything, and the people who came to take revenge came so quickly. Fortunately, I arrived in time, otherwise my apprentice Chen would have been killed like this right under my nose, which is simply the biggest joke. ”

Yang Tianhong was just about to open his mouth to speak, but he heard the master's roar a little louder than just now.

"Don't think about it, I sense that you are about to break through the third layer of Qi refining. It's a pity that your cultivation is insufficient now, your foundation is unstable, and forcibly swallowing the Yuan Qi Pill has led to this result. You must transform these potions as soon as possible, otherwise they will be useless to you. Honestly follow my guidance in the body and circulate every day. At this time, if something goes wrong, you will always be just a waste, what are you talking about worshipping the marquis?

This sound was like a slap in the face, Yang Tianhong suddenly calmed down, no longer impetuous, closed his eyes, and immersed his entire body and mind in the spiritual power cycle and the replay of the previous battle scenes. Especially the punch that contains the power of the storm at the end, every detail is played over and over again in the brain. Although it was only a mental simulation, Yang Tianhong felt that it was no less than the effect obtained from direct combat. Movement, power, angle...... All the details are constantly rehearsed in the brain, and in the end, an unbreakable and incomparably masterful fixed form is formed.

It's just why, the master, like Shen Changyou, thinks that my strength is low?

I obviously broke through the fourth layer of qi refining, but why is it that in the eyes of the master, it is still only the third level realm?

Now, Yang Tianhong has truly mastered the essence of the stormy battle realm of the three storms.

If you meet a foundation-building opponent of Shen Changyou's level, although it is impossible to defeat the opponent, it is enough that you will not be defeated, and you will not be seriously injured like now. At least, a draw can be achieved.

When he opened his eyes, Yang Tianhong saw Chen Zhengjian, who was full of tiredness, leaning against the wall and meditating and resting.

Channeling spiritual energy is a very energy-consuming task. We must muster up the spirit of 12 points, and we must not make the slightest mistake. Otherwise, the spiritual power in the guide's body will be completely dispersed, or chaos will be generated within the meridians, which will cause the dantian to collapse and the cultivation to be lost.

The bleeding from the sword wound on the left arm has stopped, the spiritual power repairs the wound quickly, and there is no pain when you swing your arm, this is the biggest difference between monks and ordinary people.

Yang Tianhong looked at his master Chen Zhengjian, who was meditating with his eyes closed, gratefully, knelt down on his knees, and kowtowed three times with incomparably pious respect.

The last time I apprenticed in the palace, I just felt that there was something on Chen Zhengjian's body that attracted the Linglong Treasure Lock. Out of interest, I decided to become the apprentice of this fierce fat man with a fierce face.

Now, Yang Tianhong has a sense of respect from the bottom of his heart, and he really regards Chen Zhengjian as a master.

Only those who truly care and love themselves will be there for you when you need it most and when you are most helpless.

"Don't thank me, this is also due to your deep blessings. ”

Feeling the movement in front of him, Chen Zhengjian opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on his fat face: "If it weren't for the Yuan Qi Pill in your hand, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to insist that I rush over." It's just that it's really inappropriate for you to take the pill, according to your way of eating, you are already blessed by the Dao Ancestor if you don't explode your meridians on the spot. All in all, you're really lucky this time. ”

Yang Tianhong nodded again and again: "This Yuan Qi Pill is a relic left by my father. My mother left a suicide note before she died, and this pill could save my life at a critical time. ”

Very cleverly disguised the true origin of the Yuan Qi Pill.

After all, Chen Zhengjian didn't see Yang Tianhong swallowing six pills at once, and it was difficult for a beginner-level Qi refiner to withstand the majestic spiritual power of the Yuan Qi Pill. In contrast, this statement is undoubtedly the most convincing.

Although the Yuanqi Pill is rare, it is not a too rare treasure. All wealthy families have so many immortal cultivators, so it is not difficult to leave a few Yuan Qi Pills as treasures within the family collection.

Yang Tianhong is very grateful to his master, and is willing to give more Yuan Qi Pill to Chen Zhengjian. But in any case, now is not the time.

Yang Dashan and Yang Dahai greeted the maids outside, tidying up a messy garden and living room.

Chen Zhengjian looked at the newly accepted disciple kneeling in front of him, and the satisfied smile on his face became deeper and deeper.

He's always been straightforward. Almost everyone wants to cultivate and become an immortal, whether it is the inner courtyard of the palace or the homes of ordinary people, Chen Zhengjian is always surrounded by countless flattering faces. In those people, Chen Zhengjian saw the dream of soaring to the sky, and also saw the obsession of wanting to live forever. But no matter which one it is, there is no perseverance and persistence in seeking the Dao heart, only empty illusions after achieving fame.

These people are not fit for monasticism. Even if it is brought into the mountain gate, at best, it is just a group of rice buckets and waste that are far away from the world.

Yang Tianhong is different.

For the first time, Chen Zhengjian saw someone take the initiative to resign from the knighthood. Moreover, it is also a special title that can be hereditary and replaced.

Based on this alone, Chen Zhengjian felt that this son was extraordinary and worthy of his own cultivation.

It was this disciple who had just been accepted by himself and only had the strength of the second layer of qi refining, who actually fought against a monk who had built a fifth layer of foundation, although the result was undoubtedly defeated, he still tried his best to give the other party a heavy blow.

Who would believe such a thing?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Chen Zhengjian himself would not have thought it was true.

After the hussar general, it was really different.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, such good material and beautiful quality, Lao Tzu made a fortune this time. Seeing such an excellent apprentice, those old guys in the sect must be so jealous that they can't sleep at night.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhengjian was in a good mood and couldn't help laughing.

"Apprentice, the three days that the teacher promised you to deal with mundane affairs have not yet passed. In order to ensure your safety, the teacher will rest in your house for the past few days. ”

"Also, if the teacher is hungry, get some food. ”

"You can get a few cooked geese, or kill the fat chicken and suckling pig alive. As a teacher, every meal is not happy, and I know that your family is quite wealthy. Hehe! One meal or two meals, you can't eat poorly. ”

After entering the foundation, the monks have cleared the valley and no longer need the ordinary food and drink of the world. However, taste pleasure can likewise bring mental pleasure to the brain. It's like everyone knows that "KFC" is junk food, but they can't help but be attracted by the rich aroma of fried chicken and fries.

Yang Tianhong smiled bitterly and nodded in agreement.

He finally knew where the heavy fat on Chen Zhengjian's body came from.

One thing is strange, though.

Both Shen Changyou and Chen Zhengjian said that their cultivation strength was only at the second level of qi refining. However, Yang Tianhong knew that his true cultivation had already entered the fourth layer of qi refining.

Could it be that the Exquisite Treasure Lock can shield the true power of the holder, thus forming a disguise?

If that's the case, it's really good news for yourself.