Is there really anything in this severed arm that is preventing it from turning into a spell?

And the only one who can do this is probably the legendary magic core......

Han Tu sighed, not knowing if this was his luck or bad luck. Originally, he should be happy to get an arm containing a demon core, but he didn't know any refining techniques, and after refining, the integrity of this arm was no longer guaranteed. At that time, my time in the past few days will be completely wasted.

The next day, Han Tu had just walked out of the door, planning to go to the Sword Training Mountain first to complete that daily cultivation. At this moment, I suddenly heard a voice in the air.

"Han Tu, it's been so long, do you want to build the kid anymore?"

Hearing this, Han Tu was undoubtedly shocked in his heart. Indeed, since the failure of the transfer of the spiritual root, he has not said a word about the matter of Tsukidan. It's not that he forgot, it's just that in this hot and cold world, it is already obvious whether the other party will give him a foundation pill, and why should he be bored?

It was precisely because of this kind of thought that Han Tu would lose his mind for a moment after hearing what the other party said.

He took three steps and made two steps, and in an instant, relying on his previous memories, he came to the place where he received Tsukidan. This place is heavily guarded, and even in the barrier of the Dust Slashing Sect, it is guarded day and night. If you are not led by someone who is familiar with the formation, you will not be able to enter.

To Han Tu's surprise, the person who was waiting for him outside earlier was still his acquaintance. Judging from the appearance of the other party, it was the stone lion elder who had carried him away from here like a chick before.

Han Tu's brows furrowed slightly, but he quickly covered it up. He came to Elder Shi and bowed down.

"Meet the Elders. ”

Elder Shi glanced at him, his eyes full of disdain, but he quickly covered up his disdain like Han Tu.

"Come in with the old man, and take away the Tsukidan that belongs to you first. ”

Hearing this, Han Tu finally understood that the other party really wanted to give him the meaning of Zhuji Dan. After thanking him, he hurriedly followed.

The next scene is also familiar to Han Tu, and the first thing that catches his eye is the transparent spherical object that is high in the sky, and the colorful Tsukidan is stored inside.

The moment Han Tu entered this space, even Elder Shi, who was walking in front, couldn't help but glance at Han Tu's location. But after he came to the conclusion that Han Tu really didn't have a spiritual root, he couldn't help but give up that unrealistic idea.

At first, he was hopeful. Maybe Lei Linggen is too special, so it is hidden when he enters Han Tu's body?

However, he did not mention this speculation to the other elders. After all, even in terms of their temperament, if they experience another blow, they may really do something unfavorable to Han Tu.

Elder Shi walked straight to the bottom of the transparent spherical object, and opened a secret door in the position below it. He took out two pills that looked like mud pills.

This Tsukidan, who doesn't look amazing, is much inferior to the colorful Tsukidan in the bowling ball in terms of appearance.

"This is an ordinary Tsukidan, and the effect is slightly worse than other Tsukidans that specialize in corresponding different attributes, but it's just right for you. ”

After Han Tu took it, he thanked him again, and then asked what he was concerned about.

"Elder Shi, listen to what you mean, could it be that there are other people who don't have spiritual roots?"

Ever since Elder Shi entered the door, he had never looked at Han Tu squarely, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to bear his murderous intentions if he looked at him.

But after hearing Han Tu's childish words, he couldn't help but turn around and said angrily.

"It's not that there is no spiritual root, it's that the spiritual root attribute is too good, resulting in no suitable Tsukidan, so I will prepare some that anyone can use, do you understand? ”

Previously, when transferring the spiritual root, although he was still half-asleep, he still felt the deep emotion between the elders and the disciples they called Xiaoyi.

Therefore, he did not say anything out of place either. Han Tu understands that no matter what he says now, he will only be annoying.

This feeling became even stronger after Elder Shi answered his question.

"Elder Shi, the disciple will retire first. ”

Elder Shi finally stopped looking at Han Tu, but waved his hand, motioning for the latter to leave first.

Not long after Han Tu left, Elder Shi looked at Han Tu's back and fell into deep thought, while still nagging something in his mouth.

"This is not as good as this kid, but he is valued by the legendary Moon Whispering Clan. That's it, since the head of the house ordered him not to have a bad relationship with him, then the old man just did it......"

The episode in this, the current Han Tu who is leaving naturally does not know.

However, with his ingenuity and the degree of invisibility of his thinking, he will always figure it out in the next few days.

Walking on the road, Han Tu looked at the two Tsukidans in his hand in a daze.

These two unremarkable pills turned out to be the legendary Tsukidan that was hard to buy. For Han Tu, this was indeed an unexpected joy, he really didn't expect that he would be able to obtain this Tsukidan in the case of the failure of the spiritual root transplantation.

"Eh, look, our Senior Brother Han is holding two mud balls! I'm really ashamed, how old is he, he is still peeing and mud. ”

This is talking about the eleventh layer disciple of Qi cultivation who started in the third year of Zahan Tu, and the fact that someone was punished by the elders for picking quarrels and provoking troubles that day is not known to everyone.

So much so that occasionally some stunned young people will choose to be strong, so it's no wonder that he is.

Han Tu didn't pay attention to what he meant, but sped up his pace, planning to go to the Sword Mountain to complete today's cultivation first.

Whether it is a mortal or an immortal cultivator, there is always a young and frivolous age. Seeing that Han Tu didn't pay attention to what he meant, the man walked away with an arrogant face, which was even more unbearable, and said sarcastically.

"Eh, I've put up a shelf. I've lived so long, and I've never heard of anyone going backwards in their cultivation! Have you done something that has ruined your conscience and been punished by God? I hope your family is well, haha. ”

Hearing this, Han Tu stopped. The murderous aura that had been suppressed for a long time once again sloped out and swept towards the youth. Speaking of the latter, although he was a little surprised why Han Tu had such a heavy murderous aura, after all, it was the existence of the eleventh layer of Qi cultivation, so he naturally would not feel afraid because of these murderous aura.

It would be good if this was the case, but just when the young man was about to say something, he happened to look at Han Tu. The latter's eyes were like evil spirits, and the young man was completely speechless.

This has nothing to do with cultivation, it has nothing to do with divine consciousness, it is completely from the fear of the soul.