"Sent a !!"

Yu Xian excitedly carried three corpses down from the sky and landed on a barren mountain on the outskirts of Kyoto in an image of shrunken heads.

He looked left and right, plus his consciousness scanned, and was relieved to find that there was no one.

The storage bag in his hand was the lowest cubic space, and the corpse couldn't be folded in half, so he had to carry it away.

If it is seen, it is still a trivial matter to become a pervert, the key is that if someone finds out about his whereabouts, it will take a lot of effort.

Yu Xian casually dropped a water mist technique, and a mist immediately appeared around him, obscuring his vision.

Only then did he begin to look at the loot in his hand.

The identities of the three corpses are naturally the two members of the Jiang family, Zhuji, and Erlang of the Lin family.

Among them, the corpse of the old man of the Jiang family has become a dry corpse, and it is the most intact.

The ancestor of the Jiang family only had a jade-like skeleton left, and only the Lin family Erlang was the most miserable, his entire chest was blown up, and there were not a few pieces of good meat left on his body.

"Good dishes are not afraid of being late, open the weakest one first."

Yu Xian's eyes were fixed on the dried corpse of the old man of the Jiang family.

The old man's thin body was covered with a layer of black black iron armor that obviously did not fit, and the iron armor was full of wounds, which should be the scars left by Lin Jiaerlang's sword weapon.

Yu Xian didn't dislike it, and took it off the old man directly.

"The top-grade magic weapon, although there are many damages and the value has plummeted, it can be regarded as the most expensive magic weapon I have ever handled."

The grade distinction of magic weapons is very simple, that is, the strength of the increase in one's own mana.

Lower-grade magic weapons can generally increase the mana of Qi cultivators by one to two percent, that is to say, Qi cultivators can exert their strength by up to twelve percent of their own strength when they envoy lower-grade magic weapons.

The medium-grade magic weapon increases by three to fifty percent, and the high-grade magic weapon increases by six to ninety percent, and the magic weapon that can perfectly increase the mana by ten percent is the best magic weapon.

Of course, this is only a rough division of ritual instruments.

Although many magic weapons are not of high grade, they have various peculiar functions, and their role is not weaker than that of some high-grade magic weapons.

However, Yu Xian is now a foundation building monk.

For the liquid mana that he has condensed to the extreme, the amplification effect played by the magic weapon will be cut by half.

Even some low-quality low-grade magic weapons might not be able to withstand his liquid mana, and they would have to disintegrate after a few uses.

Therefore, the most suitable thing for the foundation building monk is still the spiritual weapon.

"And then there's the storage bag."

Yu Xian saw the storage bag that the old man had collected closely, which was a crescent-white storage bag, which was delicate and small, similar to a purse.

It looks much more advanced than the dusty, sack-like storage bag in his hand.

The old man was dead, and the remaining divine consciousness in the storage bag was already very weak, and Yu Xian only refined it slightly twice, and the storage bag opened the door to him.

The storage bag has about 12 square meters, and the value of the storage bag alone is worth a high-grade magic weapon, which may be more expensive.

Yu Xian said that he really didn't know anything about this kind of turtle.

The largest storage bag he had ever seen in Fang City before was Wufang Space, worth a hundred spirit stones, which was already a great luxury in his eyes.

The storage bag has a lot of space, but there are not many things, and it looks empty.

Yu Xian swept his hand.

The contents of the storage bag were all emptied.

The first thing that catches your eye is a big hanger, with more than a dozen sets of kaftans and robes, the color is relatively light, mainly gray, white and green.

Although they are all the top fabrics in the mortal world, they have no value for Yu Xian, and he even wants to complain about why this old man is so stinky and beautiful.

Then there are two sandalwood boxes, square and square, looking quite gorgeous and solemn.

Yu Xian rubbed his hands, expecting to open it.

"Heaven and earth, Lao Jun bless me with good luck!"

Syllable!

The sandalwood box opens.

A cold air rose out, and a huge wolf head frozen in ice stared fiercely outside.

Even if the wolf's head is dead, it still exudes the aura of a strong man.

This is at least a second-order demon beast, which is equivalent to a foundation building monk.

Yu Xian: "......"

With a look of dismay, he opened the remaining box.

Sure enough, it was still a frozen head.

It's nothing more than human.

"What kind of collector is Nima!"

The rest of the mentality is a little collapsed.

Aside from these large items, the rest is just bits and pieces.

For example, two blue spirit stones.

"No, you are a dignified foundation monk, just two spirit stones, isn't it too simple?"

How did Yu Xian know that before the old man came to the mortal world, he arranged his future affairs clearly, and most of the spirit stone treasures were distributed to the descendants.

In addition, in order to help Jiang Xuanwu refine the flesh and blood container and arrange the formation of the dormitory, the spirit stones he brought were almost exhausted.

"Huh, isn't that right?"

Yu Xian twisted up the blue spirit stone, the color was clear, like a sapphire.

"Could it be that this is the legendary medium-grade spirit stone, which has a certain beneficial effect on the cultivation of foundation building monks."

"A medium-grade spirit stone is worth a hundred low-grade spirit stones, and there are two here, that is, two hundred spirit stones."

"Although it still doesn't match your value, it's not bad compared to useless clothes and heads."

Then there was a jade bottle with a long neck and a round belly, about thirty centimeters high.

Yu Xian pulled out the plug and poured it on his hand, it was a blood-colored pill the size of a peanut, and when he put it between his nose, he could smell a sweet smell.

There were at least thirty-four in the bottle.

Yu Xian couldn't help but swallow his saliva, wanting to swallow it.

"No, it's best not to take the medicine you don't know, try it with a mouse first."

Then there was a cyan jade slip, a white jade slip, and a red wolf head jade plaque.

"Let me see what's good?"

Yu Xian looked forward to his senses, and the content of the cyan jade slip quickly appeared in his mind.

Not a little while.

Yu Xian withdrew from the jade slip with a constipated face.

"Diary! Again Nima is a diary! ”

"I want exercises! I want cheats! ”

This jade slip is full of memoirs of old men.

Since his first visit to Yue about 20 years ago, he has recorded about 100 or so diaries.

Because he often fell into a deep sleep, even if it was a diary, it took months to write it.

Of course, the diary is not completely useless.

Yu Xian knew why there was nothing in the old man's storage bag, and it turned out that all his good things were left in his clan.

Moreover, the old man was originally at the age of retirement and death, and his cultivation was deserted, so how could he bring any exercise cheats.

"It can't be a diary."

Yu Xian's divine sense once again probed into the white jade slip.

Another moment.

"Demon mystery, lab notes?"

It turned out that the white jade slip recorded an experimental record called the Demon Secret Technique.

The Demon Secret Technique is to implant the blood of the demon clan into the bodies of ordinary people, so that ordinary people can gain powerful power in a short period of time.

For example, the tiger and leopard pill is a by-product of a kind of demon mysticism, and ordinary people eat too much, they are easy to lose their minds and become idiots by the will of the demon beasts inside.

There is also the Black Wolf Guard, which is also a product of the Demon Secret Technique, and the Blood Pill in the jade bottle is the Demon Blood Pill specially taken by the Black Wolf Guard.

It's all an old man's pastime when he's bored.

"It's a pity that it's useless to me, and I can only transplant the bloodline of a first-order demon beast, which is similar to chicken ribs."

"Well, it's more valuable to me."

Yu Xian held the wolf's head jade card, and then the mana entered it, and he saw a flash of light on the jade card, and there seemed to be a mysterious message sent out.

This jade plate is a kind of blood contract certificate, specially used to contract demon beasts, and the silver wolf who had been in the dormitory for a while before was controlled by this jade card.

The jade plate is not broken, indicating that the silver wolf is still alive.

Yu Xian sent a message, and the silver wolf would follow the induction to find it.

"Alright, the first treasure chest is opened."

"Summary, a broken Xuantie armor, two medium-grade spirit stones, a diary, a note, a number of demon blood pills, a demon beast (to be returned), and a bunch of torn clothes."

As soon as Yu Xian's mind moved, the soil on the ground flew, and after a while, a big pit was dug out, and the old man's body was successfully buried.

"Now that I am burying you, if you don't bring these things alive or take them away when you die, you will be my reward. You can go in peace. ”

Yu Xian waved his palm, and all the old man's clothes fell into the pit.

Then he flicked his fingers, and a fireball fell.

The old man's body and clothes burst into flames in an instant, and it took half an hour to turn to ashes.

It is worthy of physical cultivation and has a strong physique.

If it falls into the hands of a monk who manipulates the corpse, it is impossible to say that after refining it, it can be turned into a powerful weapon, and it can be sold for a good price.

However, Yu Xian has no grievances with him, so he will not spoil other people's corpses.