"I didn't expect Shaoxia to be a big-hearted person. The mandala turned into a small grass in front of the window, and after listening to the red ginseng talk about last night's events, it was difficult to remember some emotion in my heart.

I just don't know, is he incognito and doesn't want to cause trouble, or is he really broad-minded and doesn't want to deal with Namu Sanxian?

"What's so big-minded? I just beat him, but it only adds to the resentment. ”

"Then why don't you get rid of it and hurry up?" Mandala was a little puzzled. He read the records on the mountain wall, natural selection, the law of the jungle, this is the case among monsters and spirits, and among monks, it is often more cruel.

"I just think that sin doesn't lead to death, does it? There are some things that have nothing to do with whether you can beat or not. Anyway, he can't beat me, so it's better to let him die, everyone shake hands and practice separately. ”

Mandala heard that he wanted to ask something, but he still didn't say anything.

"Second brother, I have now condensed the body refining realm of the ninth layer of the Great Perfection, but if you want to build a foundation, you still need medicinal herb alchemy, can you refine the pill?" Zhang Xiao'an completed the nine cycles of ebb and flow, and the strength of the flesh at this moment was already up and down as a one-horned spirit rhino with rough skin and thick flesh when the exercises were running.

At the ninth layer of Qi Condensation, he was able to reach the level of being called a barbarian body in this exercise, which showed that the effect of Zhang Xiao'an's first quenching body had almost developed the potential of his body to ninety percent or seventy-eight.

If you can refine the Quenching Body Pill within two months, so that the innate vitality in the body can guide the acquired spiritual energy to operate independently, you can naturally train into a rock body. It's a pity that this quenching pill needs to be refined by itself, and it is not sold in the alchemy room like Zhuji Dan, and it can be purchased with spirit stones.

"Second brother, did you hear it, is he still human? He asked us to make alchemy with herbs? What is the difference between this and murder?"

"I am woody by nature, and I can't touch the flow of Danhuo, Earth, and Fire. However, if there is a pill formula, I can help you deduce it, find out the details of the alchemy, and increase the probability of success. With my help, this is a pill of the same grade as Tsukidan, and the success rate should be more than one percent. ”

"Dick, you traitor!"

"With your help, it's only one percent?"

"The elders of the pill in Shushan Gate refining Zhuji Dan have a success rate of about one percent. "Mandala has checked a lot of classics today, and this time I just used some of them.

Zhang Xiaoan didn't understand the refining of pills, and he had never even understood it before, but this first time he understood, it was an eye-opener, it turned out that this Zhuji Dan was like this, and the pill refining method of the pill had already been improved by countless predecessors, and the success rate was only one percent.

Isn't that ten parts of material, and only one finished product can be refined, and the rest have turned into ashes?

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoan has just completed the nine gatherings, so he should stabilize his cultivation at this moment, and he is not in a hurry to break through. At present, there is no trace of the Dan furnace and the Dan fire, the flow of medicinal herbs. There's no rush for the time being.

Thinking about it, Zhang Xiaoan walked out of the door without a wooden door, looking at the weeds in front of him that had been removed a little bit, and slowly felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. Each of these removed weeds, poisonous weeds, has grown for hundreds of years and has given birth to its own consciousness. I removed them, and I saved their lives. This sense of accomplishment is the same as cultivation, if not higher.

"Be careful!" Mandala's voice came from behind him, and at the same time, Zhang Xiaoan himself felt a faint itching pain in the center of his left eyebrow. This is the unique sense of crisis of the body refining cultivator.

Almost as a reflex, Zhang Xiaoan dodged back, and a flying sword flew in front of him. The pattern on the sword is clear, and the aura of the sword body is sharp and compelling.

The stinging pain in his left eye made Zhang Xiao'an instantly put the exercises into operation, and with the gathering and dispersion of his natal vitality, Zhang Xiao'an's body exuded a faint outline of aura, just like the sword wrapped in aura.

Dodging the flying sword, Zhang Xiaoan looked in the direction where the flying sword was flying, and threw the wooden sword out with his right hand, and struck the red ginseng on the flower pot with a sword, pushing the red ginseng into the dark corner under the bed. What I saw in front of me turned out to be Emu Sanxian, who had come to Emu Sanxian last night, and there was a senior brother in blue clothes beside him, who seemed to be cultivating a foundation, but it was obviously much stronger than yesterday's Senior Sister Zhou.

This reminded Zhang Xiaoan of Song Qingkun, who had not burst out with all his strength. Compared with Song Qingkun, the person in front of him is just a firefly under the bright moon, and he is also building a foundation, so there are so many differences?

"You're Zhang Xiao'an?" the blue-clothed monk hadn't even landed, and the flying sword that had flown out had already returned to his feet to hold it up.

"Do the brothers like to greet each other with swords?" Zhang Xiaoxin was annoyed, looking at the blue-clothed monk with the sword and Mu Sanxian behind him. The sword just now, if I can't dodge it, I'm afraid I will die on the spot.

"Hahaha! The junior brother is so humorous, Liu also heard that there is a high-grade spiritual field here, but it was occupied by a registered disciple in vain, and even injured the deacon, so I came to see what kind of registered disciple is so unpopular. The blue-clothed monk fell to the ground, his sword pointed at Zhang Xiao'an, and although he had a smile on his face, he had a murderous intent.

"That's not what you said yesterday. Zhang Xiaoan was a little incredulous, looking at Mu Sanxian, who was standing behind the blue-clothed monk with a cotton cloth wrapped around his forehead.

The wound was obviously caused by himself kowtowing on the ground.

"Zhang Xiao'an, I was forced to lose strength yesterday, and today a senior brother will make a move, look how rampant you are!" Mu Sanxian's face was distorted, howling like a wolf dog.

"Did the junior brother give Liu an explanation?" Liu Jiushan didn't rush out of the sword, after all, he was a disciple of Qi Condensation and Cultivation in front of him, although he was refining his body, he was just a little chicken in front of him. If it weren't for Mu Sanxian's price of 100,000 spirit stones, he, Liu Jiushan, would not have disdained such an opponent to fight.

"You've come to take my life, and you still want me to give an explanation? Did I give an explanation, and you would point the tip of your sword at the one behind you? If not, you don't have to be so fake, right?" Zhang Xiao's anger was difficult to calm down, and under the continuous operation of the exercises, his muscles were a little bulging.

"Look for death!" Liu Jiushan looked angry, and stabbed out with a sword, about to end the life of the young man in front of him with a sword.

Originally, he wanted to ask a few more questions to see how this named disciple turned the waste field into a treasure field. But at this moment, he no longer had the mood to listen to the young man in front of him say a word.

Zhang Xiaoan looked at Liu Jiushan rushing in front of him, and under the nine-layer condensation technique, the movements of the foundation building monk in front of him were no longer as uncatchable as before.

The sword move used by the monk in front of him was the sword style. But in Zhang Xiaoan's opinion, there are too many flaws in his sword style. There is nothing to be done. Especially the left hand that was raised for handsomeness, and the cold iron sword that was not in a straight line with the shoulders and arms.

Soon, Liu Jiushan rushed to Zhang Xiaoan. Just when he thought that Zhang Xiaoan was about to become a revenant under the sword.

Zhang Xiaoan turned around, and the sword qi stabbed through Zhang Xiaoan's chest. Liu Jiushan's momentum was unstoppable, the right hand holding the sword was gently flicked left and right by Zhang Xiaoan, and the sword was instantly taken off, and at the same time, the left chest was punched by Zhang Xiaoan's right hand, and Liu Jiushan lost his balance, and the sword fell to the ground in a circle.

Zhang Xiaoan just wanted to get the sword, but unexpectedly Liu Jiushan on the ground did not get up, his hands pinched, and a little red light lit up on the tip of his right finger;

The move is deadly and merciless.

Zhang Xiaoan felt the terrifying light pressure of the red light, and hurriedly gathered his natal vitality in his right hand to form a simple protection, and punched the fingertips glowing with red light.

And before this could collide, a cold iron shuttle had already stabbed Zhang Xiao'an's chest from the side under Mu Sanxian's control.

Clang~

As if loaded with a sandbag, the shuttle lost its strength and fell back to the ground.

Zhang Xiao couldn't help but scream softly in pain, and his fist collided with that finger. The moment he touched it, half of Liu Jiushan's absolutely refined fire aura penetrated into Zhang Xiao'an's body. But Zhang Xiaoan's punch did not decrease, and directly smashed Liu Jiushan's bones inch by inch.

From phalanges to metacarpals, from arm bones to humerus.

With a punch, Liu Jiushan flew backwards completely out of control and smashed directly into the open space of Lingtian. Under the pain, the corner of the monk's mouth smiled. It seems that his Liu Jiushan's bones are wasted, but in fact, there is no chance to repair it should be Zhang Xiao'an, who was invaded by his own fire aura in front of him and his arms were red.

It's just a fracture, and a few months of recuperation is. The recovery ability of the Qi cultivator's body has long been far beyond that of ordinary people.

Zhang Xiaoan punched out, and his left hand subconsciously covered the half-inch-deep wound on his chest, if it weren't for his wild body, I am afraid that this time, he would really die.

In contrast, the injury to the right hand has not been taken seriously. Because under the operation of the natal vitality, the moment the fire aura enters the body, the kidneys in the five internal organs that are nourished by the natal vitality release the kidney yin upward, directly dissolving most of the aura that penetrates the body. It's just a simple five-element shengke.

The rest of the part was also chased and intercepted by the natal vitality, and there was no way to cause much damage at all. After a few breaths, Zhang Xiaoan picked up Liu Jiushan's sword and swiped it lightly to his side, and the terrifying sword intent stopped in front of Mu Sanxian, who was trying to sneak attack.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoanhan could continue to swing his sword, Liu Jiushan's face was full of disbelief: "How is it possible? Physical cultivation can also dissolve my Xuanyang Finger? Who are you?"

After speaking, Liu Jiushan, the thug who was bought by Lingshi, looked at Mu Sanxian, whose face was like earth, and finally found that something was wrong. Zhang Xiaoan is obviously not a slightly stronger registered disciple.

Zhang Xiaoan was not in the mood to explain the strangeness of the exercises to Liu Jiushan, and the sword pointed directly at Mu Sanxian's neck: "Why are you lying? Why do you still want to kill me even if I let you go?"

While speaking, Zhang Xiaoan let go of the wound that had stopped bleeding, and walked towards Mu Sanxian, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

"Senior Brother Zhang... Senior Brother Zhang.. Spare your life!" Before Zhang Xiaoan could walk in front of him, Mu Sanxian was already crying silently. The face full of remorse and pain was completely different from what it was just now.

"Wu Gongzi, he gave his subordinates a Zhuji Dan, and asked me to send you here to open up the wasteland, and there will be no achievements. A few days ago, you handed in so many medicinal herbs, if Wu Gongzi knew about it, I am afraid that life would be worse than death. Yesterday I already regretted it and wanted to shake hands with my junior brother and make peace.

But Wu Gongzi sent a message, saying that if you are promoted to the inner gate, he will kill me. I'm really.. I really can't help it!" Mu Sanxian lowered his head and pulled Zhang Xiaoan's trouser legs, and finally spared his life.

Zhang Xiaoan kicked Mu Sanxian's hand away, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly.

"Do you still have a bottom line for doing things?" Zhang Xiaoan put the sword on Mu Sanxian's face, and the pain in his heart was vivid, but he didn't have the idea of killing him in his heart.

Mu Sanxian wept silently, still begging for mercy. Every time Zhang Xiao'an's sword got closer, Mu Sanxian trembled, until finally, his clothes under his crotch were already soaked, and his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't say the word spare.

"People have one life, I Zhang Xiao'an cherish my life, cherish myself, and cherish others. Don't make yourself cheap. After Zhang Xiaoan finished speaking, he didn't want to look at Mu Sanxian anymore, and turned around and walked towards Liu Jiushan.

Seeing this, Mu Sanxian's face was first relaxed, and then full of jealousy. Today's Zhang Xiaoan's words, in his opinion, are the greatest humiliation. On the way out of Lingtian, Mu Sanxian felt more and more that his humiliation was given by Zhang Xiaoan, and he would one day repay this revenge tenfold and hundredfold.

Zhang Xiaoan, who walked away, didn't care about the people who walked away behind him. When he walked in front of Liu Jiushan, Zhang Xiaoan wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only ask coldly.

"How many people have you killed for the benefit of people like this?"

Liu Jiushan kept silent. Zhang Xiaoan threw his sword on the ground.

"Let's go, don't have nightmares when you go back at night. ”

Zhang Xiaoan didn't want to kill. Not pity, not fear. It's just a matter of saving your life. They have all survived for more than ten years, experienced ups and downs, and experienced hardships and hardships, whose life is not unique? Rather than letting Mu Sanxian die, Zhang Xiaoan hopes that he can cultivate well in the future and devote himself to the Tao. I hope he can wash his hands and be a good person.

"Senior Brother Zhang, do you really believe in that Mu Sanxian?" Liu Jiushan, who picked up the sword, looked at Zhang Xiao'an's back and asked mockingly, but he didn't get an answer, and he could only see Zhang Xiao'an's thin back, as if he was also mocking.