Weight: Cursed Seed

Status: Contaminating

Value: 91

Introduction: ······

'Sure enough, it's already close to the value point of innate cultivation, no wonder it's so difficult! ’

Looking at the 91-point blood-colored weight, Wang Zijia was sure that he was not wrong, and then immediately exchanged it for the value of the rune paper making technique.

Spell: Rune Paper Making (Mastery 371/500)

Looking at the progress that had soared again, Wang Zijia withdrew from Zhihai, picked up the dagger, and disappeared.

It's a long story, but from Wang Zijia's appearance to his disappearance, it took only a few breaths of time before and after, less than half a minute.

"Treading ·····"

His front feet disappeared, and the pursuers chasing the children behind him arrived. Looking at the corpse on the ground, he said in surprise: "Dead? ”

"Ha, it's a hasty purification!"

"So the news reported by Team Seven is true? Got a big guy to help? ”

"No, it's not purification, it's pollution!"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Are there any other evil cultivators in the city who dare to directly absorb pollution?"

"Report it now!"

"Damn, it's been almost a day, why haven't the veins in the inner door moved, are they all eating dry rice!"

“······”

Wang Zijia sneaked away again and ran wildly all the way.

Once born, second matured, he felt that he was gradually getting started, and he had experience.

Digging into some of the dark alleys inhabited by mortals, after all, the pollution has been going on for a day. Most of those who went crazy on the surface, and those who went crazy immediately yesterday, should have been cleaned up.

Most of the rest of the rest should be polluted, but it's not all crazy. It's like his crazy state yesterday, it's obviously wrong, but he doesn't realize it, and at the same time he knows how to avoid danger.

And this semi-latent state, where these mortals live, is the most easily overlooked.

In a moment, Wang Zijia killed another madman, and was lucky enough to pick up the corpse of the law enforcement team once, and obtained a total of 145 points.

With the weight being exchanged for skill value, Wang Zijia's rune paper making skills have made great progress again, reaching a small success.

Spell: Rune Paper Making (Xiaocheng 516/1000)

However, the value of Dacheng needs to be five hundred, and the power of Dacheng is only increased by more than one percent, so Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment and planned to start piling up cultivation.

Although it is a little unreliable to get thousands of years of internal strength, but the power of exchange, after having a spiritual root, can also be converted into a monk's cultivation, so it has no effect.

After making a decision, Wang Zijia began to search again.

Attracted by the battle again, Wang Zijia quietly touched it.

As soon as he got closer, the breath in his body became abnormally active again. As he continued to absorb pollution and exchange it for whitewashing, he found that his true qi became more and more sensitive to these evil seeds, like radar, as if he was addicted.

But what made Wang Zijia change color was that this time he didn't get close, and the fighting monster moved to his side to break through, seemingly treating his mutated true qi as the same kind!

"It's ····· Monk-level polluting sinister, and it's not a low-level goods, at least intermediate, or even high-level [boy] cultivation? Are all these beings completely polluted? ”

Wang Zijia sensed the fluctuations of the battle, his face changed drastically, and without saying a word, he turned around and ran!

"Roar!"

With his actions, two streets away, the demon who was being besieged let out a roar, with an anxious look on his face, as if he wanted to call Wang Zijia to help!

This guy was actually polluted but it didn't affect his mind!

At least, he still retains his sanity!

It's a pity that Wang Zijia didn't understand what the other party was yelling at, and he didn't have the time to pay attention to it, so he ran away frantically.

After a big turn, Wang Zijia went home directly.

It was already early in the morning, and it was not far from dawn, so I still didn't continue to wander. And what happened just now scared him a little.

The harvest of hundreds of value points in one night made him a little carried away.

Cultivation: Congenital

Exercise: Latent

Martial arts: Nineteen slashes with a dragon short knife

Spell: Rune Paper Making (Xiaocheng 516/1000)

Lying on the bed, looking at the sudden Xiaocheng rune paper making technique, Wang Zijia's face was full of eagerness.

Small into the spell, eighty percent success rate.

Ten spiritual materials and one magic money, five spell cards to return to the capital, earn three, 60% rate of return, such a business investment, it is definitely worth doing!

The income problem of the money bag, just count on it!

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After sleeping for three hours, it was dawn, and Wang Zijia didn't get up early today.

It's almost time to go to work, so I get up to eat and go to work.

It's still the front hall top shift, and there are a lot more customers today, but most of them are in a hurry.

Wang Zijia fished until he got off work, and after going home for dinner, he practiced various skills at home for half a day.

After so many days, most of his skills have been tested by him.

When practicing, the value of the skill increases the fastest, and what is extremely unexpected is not the technique, but actually the Taijiquan in the previous life!!

It seems that because it's an otherworldly skill, if you simply connect, the value will rise faster than the magic connection!

Well, just the skills he tested, of course.

For example, the hand-to-hand combat skills of the one hundred and eight have not had a chance to be tested yet.

Because of this, he boxed in his free time, although he suddenly gained hundreds of values, but the accumulation of daily practice is also a lot of income!

I practiced until about eight or nine o'clock in the evening, when the sky was getting dark, and the lights were on, Wang Zijia felt that the time was about the same, and slowly called it a day.

Dressed in black, he took out the prepared hat, took out 32 spell cards from the secret room, and quietly went out of the door, heading towards the outskirts of the city.

Coming to the area near the city wall, most of them are low-rise small tiled houses, which belong to the places where most mortals live, and they are considered the slums of the fairy city.

This slum is relative, after all, they use at least gold and silver every day, and rarely copper coins.

If you really sell your house, leave here, go to the world, and become a little rich in minutes!

There are infinite people in Xiuxian City, that's probably what it means!

Wang Zijia walked through the streets, turned into a nondescript liquor store, and came to the back door, bringing a black hat.

"Knock knock... Knock knock..."

Following a unique rhythm, start tapping.

"Don't sell alcohol today!" In a moment, an old voice sounded in the courtyard.

"And how do you spend this long night?" Wang Zijia responded.

Immediately, there was a moment of silence.

"Squeak!"

The back door was opened, and it was an old man who looked to be more than seventy or eighty, and half of it was cut into the ground.

The other party glanced at Wang Zijia, didn't say a word, turned around and left. Seeing this, Wang Zijia quietly followed.

The two walked through the backyard, entered the room through the side room, and kept walking through.

It seemed that he had entered the other courtyard directly from the house, and after passing through several rooms in a row, a cellar entrance suddenly appeared in front of him, and the old man stepped in. Wang Zijia followed.