Jiang Chuan, who had stepped into the remnant formation, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the gap had been closed and the biggest threat was blocked out of the formation.

The Qi cultivation cultivators present together did not have as much pressure as the middle-aged Confucian students put on him.

Building a foundation and cultivating qi, two different realms, make the strength of the monk also have a difference between heaven and earth.

Although he has the means to save his life, he doesn't want to use it lightly.

The big sleeve brushed over the storage bag, and quietly hid the two spiritual weapons in the sleeve, and took out a few spirit runes and pinched them, he looked at the others.

These people had already consulted with the middle-aged Confucian scholars, and they should have understood a lot more than him.

But most of the others think so.

Who knows if the other party will hurt others when they do it.

For a while, none of the thirty-six people took the lead, and the scene fell silent.

At the closest place to the stone monument, five of the nine scattered people of Nanhe, who had always occupied the quota, couldn't help but look at each other.

In the end, it was the old man in black who was impatient, took the initiative to stand up, and said in a loud voice:

"Let the old man try it first, and a few brothers can support me."

With his brother by his side, he wasn't as worried as other loners.

After a few brothers responded, the old man in black walked to the stone monument.

A middle-aged Confucian once said that you should hit the stele with true qi.

The old man in black used his skills to mobilize his true qi, and a faint yellow light suddenly appeared on his old face.

With a low shout, a yellow gas hit the stone tablet like an arrow and disappeared.

Soon, the stele buzzed and roared, as if it had been stimulated with its due might.

A little fluorescent light began to appear on the ink-black stele, and under everyone's gaze, a line of text was formed.

[It's really complicated, it's heavy, and it can be included in the seven grades]

Without waiting for the old man in black to move, an invisible force appeared in the field, pressing him on a futon, and the futon carved from white jade revealed a thin blue light, covering his whole body in it.

A mellow vitality far beyond the true qi he had refined seeped into his pores, penetrating deep into his flesh and blood, penetrating to the bone marrow, constantly tempering his hundred veins.

At this moment, the old man in black felt that he seemed to have a clearer understanding of the aura of heaven and earth in the underworld.

Root bone, lifted.

Although the crowd did not know what was happening.

But through the blue light, seeing the face of the old man in black who was distorted because he was too excited, and knowing that the other party had received a lot of benefits, they looked forward to it one by one and looked at the stone stele.

However, there was still no action.

"Don't worry, this blue light also has the power of protection." Jiang Chuan saw a little bit of the doorway and began to speak.

"How do I know if what you're saying is true or false." One of the nine scattered people is a middle-aged man in yellow clothes.

Jiang Chuan smiled:

"He's your brother, won't you know if you try?"

After thinking about it, the desire for the Qi Washing Monument still overcame the worries, and the middle-aged man in yellow had the courage to take out the most humble spiritual weapon and stab it at the blue light outside the old man's body.

In case of barriers.

The strength is slightly greater, and even some true qi is injected.

It is still impregnable, with no signs of damage.

"Sure enough." The middle-aged man in yellow was overjoyed and said:

"It's my turn next."

But it's a pity that he is far inferior to the old man in black, and he only got an eight-grade tasting, and he landed on a futon and accepted Shenhua into his body.

Not to be outdone, the others stepped forward one by one.

Jiang Chuan was not in a hurry, he just watched from the sidelines, and from time to time he was still wandering around, taking a look at the stone tablet and taking a look at the remnants of the formation.

Waiting until the pressure in the dark no longer came, he knew that the middle-aged Confucian had put away his divine sense.

Standing with his back to everyone and leaning on the stele, he slowly stretched out his palm and grabbed the narrow stone path behind the stele that was shrouded by the power of the remnants.

The herring on his waist flickered with a faint invisible light, and the white palm in mid-air was intact, as if nothing had touched it.

Jiang Chuan quickly withdrew his palm and continued to walk around, blowing the whistle from time to time, and he was in a good mood.

His strange behavior quickly attracted the attention of those who cared.

A young man dressed in purple walked towards him with a smile, his lips moved invisibly, and a wisp of transmission fell into Jiang Chuan's ears.

"Aren't you worried?"

"Worried about what?" Jiang Chuan put his hands behind his back and looked at the stele again.

There was actually a character who tasted the true qi as the sixth grade.

When sitting on the futon, the radiance around the body is also noticeably more intense than that of others.

"As a disciple of the Yunshui Sect, Daoyou is well-informed, do you know any way to extract the vitality of the human body without harming the roots?" The young man in purple also looked at the stone stele, and he was still really angry.

After his observation, he had already seen that these green jade Shenhua were not just as simple as infiltrating into his body.

If it sinks into the dantian and the other party withdraws it, it will only be a loss of true qi, but there is nothing to say.

But if it goes deep into the bone marrow and is in harmony with the fundamental vitality......

"I'm a small sect of the Yunshui Sect, how can I have such a clever secret method?" Egawa replied.

The young man in purple chuckled, as if he had thought of something funny, and at the same time a voice came.

"That's it. This person is only in the realm of foundation building, and what kind of clever secret techniques can he have, which is nothing more than the method of absorbing essence from the crooked way of the evil sect. ”

However, these methods often suck away not only the vitality of the human body, but also the vitality of the life.

Of course, Jiang Chuan knew the meaning of the purple-clothed young man's words, thinking of the chicken-claw-like palm he had just seen outside, and he also knew that the middle-aged Confucian must have bad intentions.

"What do you mean?"

"There is not much Yin Spirit Water left in this person's hand, and he will definitely wait for everyone to absorb the Qingyu Shenhua before opening the gap.

"And at that time, we and the others will join forces, even if he is a foundation building monk, he will definitely be able to deal a heavy blow to him."

The young man in purple revealed intentionally or unintentionally that he had joined forces with many people.

These casual cultivators may be mediocre in cultivation, but those who can reach the perfection of qi cultivation, whether they are scheming or knowledgeable, are far beyond ordinary monks, how can they not try to take precautions.

The young man in purple just mentioned it, and then agreed to it all.

"Okay, I promised." Jiang Chuan remained silent.

The purple-clothed young man laughed, and at this time, the other thirty-four monks had all entered the body, and only the two of them remained.

"This friend, do you come first, or do I go first?" The purple-clothed young man made a gesture and asked in a loud voice.

Jiang Chuan shook his head:

"It's better for Daoyou to come first, Jiang is not in a hurry."

The young man in purple smiled indifferently and said:

"In that case, then you're welcome."

As he spoke, he raised his sleeves and flicked it, and a bright true qi broke through the air like a white rainbow, hitting the stone tablet, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

[Bibo Zhengfa, pure breath, can be entered into three products].

Jiang Chuan's eyes froze.

The purple-clothed young man turned around and smiled at Jiang Chuan, but his eyes were at the herring order on the latter's waist.

"It's difficult, he ...... too" Jiang Chuan's expression moved slightly.

Striding forward, the "Cloud Water Sutra" was running, the water vapor surged, the clouds were swirling, and a white-scaled carp appeared around him and crashed into the stone tablet.

Thundered.

It was as if the river had burst its banks, the waves were sweeping, and the stone monuments seemed to be shaken.

[Bibo Method, Water and Heaven Spiritual Root, can be entered into the second grade].

A gentle force lifted Jiang Chuan up and came to the last white jade futon.

The blue Shenhua gushed out from under the futon, shrouding Jiang Chuan's body, reflecting the surroundings in a azure color.

The mellow vitality like a tide rushes in, merges into the dantian, mixes with the true qi, mighty, flows through the five organs, flows into the six intestines, swims in the limbs and hundreds of remains, and goes straight to the heavenly spirit.

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