"He Manzi, you can eat this marrow cleansing pill, just to help you open up. ”

In the square where the spirit stones were distributed, many outer disciples gathered together, and the most dazzling of them was not Wang Yong, nor Xia Cheng, but Chen Man, who took the head of the Blood Winged Bat King to change the marrow pill.

Chen Man still couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, because Nangong Liuyun showed a look of approval to him when he handed over the pill to him.

This was the first time that Nangong Liuyun had shown such an expression to him since Chen Man entered the Refining Weapon Sect.

He Dali looked at the pill handed over by Chen Man, hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said with a smile: "Big brother, you eat it, after a while, it will be time to select inner disciples from the North Courtyard, and the stronger the eldest brother, the greater the possibility of promotion." ”

When Fang was in the square, Chen Man had also heard a few people's discussions, and Chen Bei had deliberately come up and told him that in half a month, there would be a competition between the outer disciples, and the winner would be promoted to the inner door.

The treatment of the inner disciples in the Refining Sect is simply different from that of the outer disciples, and there are only two inner disciples in the entire Refining Sect, which is less than the number of elders.

Those two inner disciples are said to have their own caves on Bayun Mountain, and there is a cave in the cave, and there is a rare earthly vein spiritual spring in the legend.

Cultivating beside that spiritual spring is especially beneficial to the monks.

However, Chen Man didn't seem to care about these, and looked at He Dali with a serious face on his frown, "I will handle my affairs myself, don't call me big brother after you don't take this pill." ”

Seeing that Chen Man was rarely so serious, He Dali could see that if he didn't take this myelin cleansing pill, he would really never be called this big brother in the future.

"Take it. Chen Man spoke again to urge.

He Manzi finally reached out and took the myelin cleansing pill, and showed his usual smile at Chen Man, sometimes this barbarian is stupid and can't speak, so he knows how to deal with all problems with a smile.

And, of course, his fists, if necessary.

After He Dali took the marrow cleansing pill, Chen Man took off the jade plate and a spirit stone on his waist and handed them to him, "You take my identity jade plate to the second floor of the dining room to buy two spiritual rice, I still have some things." ”

"Hehe, with the light of my eldest brother, I can often eat spiritual rice, and even if I don't use this myelin cleansing pill after a few more meals, it is estimated that I can cultivate into a spirit gathering product. He Dali still smiled after taking the thing.

The spiritual rice in their mouths is a crop made of cultivating immortal rice with spiritual soil, supplemented by spiritual rain irrigation, and spiritual warmth, and only some immortal Dao sects can have a fixed harvest every year.

This kind of spiritual rice mortals can not see a single glance in their lives, if there is a sachet made of spiritual rice to wear all year round, it can also play a role in curing all diseases and removing hundreds of poisons.

Chen Man kicked He Manzi lightly and severely, and scolded with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense, go buy food." ”

After the two parted ways on Qingshi Mountain Road, He Dali went straight to the dining room, while Chen Man returned to the small cabin in the south courtyard with a heart, closed the door after entering the house, and he felt something from his clothes.

What he took out was the little yellow book that he didn't know why, and when he was fighting with the Blood Winged Bat King that day, the whereabouts of the two magic weapons of the bundled immortal rope and the thunderbolt bead made Chen Man very concerned.

It is precisely because of this that Chen Man can't wait to explore the mystery of this broken book, otherwise this useless broken book will be thrown away by him sooner or later.

Chen Man pulled a bench and sat at the table, holding the small yellow book in his hand with a sad face, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't see any words or patterns on it.

The scene that happened that day gradually unfolded in Chen Man's mind like a picture scroll・・・・・・

The Bloodwing Bat King somehow sacrificed the magic weapon of the Refining Weapon Sect, and just when his situation was critical and helpless, the bundle of fairy ropes and thunderbolt beads actually submerged into his body one after another, or rather, into this little yellow book.

Chen Man has recalled the same picture hundreds of times these days, but he has never found any mystery in it, and the yellow book has become dull again in the future.

Chen Man turned around and leaned against the edge of the table behind him, holding the book high and facing the sunlight coming in through the window, still not finding anything special.

Ever since his home was destroyed, Chen Man has lost the patience of a scribe when he was young, not to mention that he has no clue about a broken book now, and the little patience he has left has finally been worn out.

I saw this guy get up from the bench, turn around and slam the yellow book on the table, and curse in his mouth, "Fuck, I don't believe in you!"

Furious, he directly took out the hook that only had one finger left, and did not put it on his right hand, but directly stabbed the small yellow book on the table with that hook claw.

The hook easily penetrated the thumb-thick book, and even pierced the solid wood table under the book, as if all this was natural and reasonable.

That's right, if it were a normal time, what was strange that a "similar" immortal magic weapon could penetrate a broken book and a table? But at this time, Chen Man just felt strange.

When he pulled out the hook claw, a miraculous scene happened, only to see that the seemingly ordinary broken book was actually healing rapidly, and it only took three breaths to recover as perfect as before.

Chen Man frowned and picked up the broken book, there was still a striking ravine on the desktop, which was obviously penetrated by a sharp weapon, which was the masterpiece of Fang Cai's hook and claw.

The next moment, Chen Man had a new idea, and saw him walk out of the cabin with the broken book, put the book down against a pillar in the courtyard, and then he turned around and walked away.

It wasn't until he was about to step out of the threshold of the South Courtyard that Chen Man stopped and turned around, and picked up a spear leaning against the gate of the courtyard, which was the mortal iron spear he brought back from the dead man on the battlefield.

The spear blessed an aura in Chen Man's hand, and I saw Chen Man squinting his eyes and thinking for a moment, and finally threw out the iron spear.

The moment the iron spear was released, it quickly turned into a streamer and flew towards the broken book that was lying diagonally under the pillar, and then nailed the book to the pillar behind without any suspense.

Chen Man slid under the pillar between breaths, and after pulling out the iron gun and taking down the yellow book, he saw that the book was slowly healing again, and the log pillar left indelible traces.

At this moment, a somewhat absurd thought surged into Chen Man's mind, and he inexplicably thought of a passage recorded in the Vajra Recipe Magic Weapon Chapter.

The magic weapon is fractal, into the gods, and psychic in three stages, and the magic weapon is higher than the likeness, and the holder needs to moisten the fetus with his own essence and blood, and only after dripping blood can he comprehend the mystery.

Looking at the yellow broken book in his hand, Chen Man also scoffed at what he had just thought, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "This broken thing can still be a magic weapon for entering the gods? ”

After a futile toss, Chen Man dragged a spear with a broken book and walked into the cabin where only he and He Dali lived.

The iron gun leaned against the edge of the door, the broken book was thrown on the table by him, Chen Man sat on the bench, his eyes were always staring at the yellow broken book on the table, and gradually, a trace of hot light flashed in his eyes.

"Maybe・・・・・・ maybe this is!"

The scorching light in Chen Man's eyes suddenly skyrocketed a few points, and finally he was determined to give it a try, only to see the thumb of his right hand slash across his index finger, cutting a scar like a sharp blade.

Immediately, Chen Man flicked his fingers, and a drop of essence blood oozing from his index finger was ejected by him, and it landed on the dark yellow cover of the broken book impartially, and it was miraculously absorbed by the broken book.

The next moment, Chen Man's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up the book, and a line of fonts finally appeared on the book.

The font appeared on the dark yellow cover, Chen Man looked at it, and it was the three big characters of "Duobaolu", thinking that this was the mysterious title of this book.

"Duobaolu. Chen Man looked at the three big characters on the cover and couldn't help blurting out.

At the moment when Chen Man read out the title of the book, the little yellow book turned the first page in his hand, and the book suddenly lit up with a dazzling treasure light, illuminating the entire cabin.

From the colorful glow, Chen Man seemed to see a few lines of small characters on the first page, and before he could observe it carefully, those words flew out of the page on their own.

The rows of jerky and incomprehensible words were like a galaxy, and after circling around Chen Man, they actually scattered and drilled into his head from all directions.

When those hundreds of fonts completely penetrated Chen Man's head, Chen Man felt that his mind ushered in an unprecedented clarity, and he suddenly understood many things as if he had been enlightened.

Chen Man clenched the yellow book in his hand frantically, and said to himself excitedly, "It's true, it's true, this broken book is really a magic weapon to enter the gods, and this time I made a lot of money!"

After gradually calming down, Chen Man walked over and lifted the iron spear leaning against the door, while the other hand placed Duobaolu on his chest, and after hesitating for a moment, he still slowly raised the spear.

The palm of his right hand was already covered with cold sweat, holding the spear in the center, Chen Man's throat rolled up and down and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then his eyes closed and the tip of the spear stabbed down on his chest.

When he felt the resistance of his right hand, Chen Man opened his eyes and looked at his chest, this time the tip of the iron spear did not pierce the small yellow book, but strangely gradually submerged into it.

With a burst of light that was not strong, the dark yellow cover of the Duobaolu suddenly turned golden, and there was a trace of ripples, like a big mouth swallowing the iron spear one by one.

In the end, seeing that the seven-foot spear was inhaled by Duobaolu, a smile appeared on the corner of Chen Man's mouth, "As expected, I really picked up the treasure." ”

Chen Man walked back to the wooden table with Duobaolu in his hand, sat down and took out two spirit stones from his pocket, hesitated for a moment, and then put one spirit stone on the golden cover.