"In that case, then ask the old gentleman to bring it to me...... Twenty pieces!" Jiang Yiran thought for a while, bowed to the old man in sackcloth, and said with a straight face.

The old man in Mai was a little unhappy, even if it was twenty Bigu Dan and only five spirit stones, that is, for those disciples who were just getting started, five spirit stones were a huge amount of money, but for people like him, what were five spirit stones? Even if they were used for cultivation, they might last for a while?

But it's not fast, business still has to be done, who doesn't accumulate a little bit of money?

Before the old man in sackcloth walked to a small corner on the shelf, he took out a large gourd from it, took out twenty pills from it and put them into a small jade bottle, and slowly walked back, handing the jade bottle to Jiang Yiran.

"No more, no less than twenty, Daoist friends should count it!"

Jiang Yiran took the jade bottle, opened the cork and looked inside, and couldn't help frowning!

The pills in the jade bottle are not at all like the ones Xu Zhimo gave him before, the Bigu Pill brought by the old man in Mai is all dark red, and there is no strange fragrance emitted, it looks like the sugar pills sold by those traders who walk the streets and alleys between the ordinary markets, and even looks less attractive than the sugar pills!

"What's wrong with this elixir?" Seeing that Jiang Yiran's face had a different color, the old man in Mai couldn't help but ask a little strangely.

Jiang Yiran snapped the cork off the bottle, put the jade bottle into the storage bag, shook his head at the old man in Mai and smiled: "Hehe, the pill is very good, there is no problem!"

"Since there is nothing wrong with the pill, is it okay for Daoist friends...... Settle the bill?"

Jiang Yiran was stunned, slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "It's my negligence, I should have paid the spirit stone to Daoyou first!"

Jiang Yiran put his hands behind his back, lightly touched the broken sword mark on his arm, and wanted to break the sword and quickly take out five spirit stones!

As for Jiang Yiran himself, where did he get the spirit stones, his spirit stones were all blackmailed by the broken sword!

After killing the Qingzhu Immortal, the spirit stones in the storage bag of the Qingzhu Immortal, and the twenty spirit stones that he received in the Internal Affairs Pavilion before entering the sect, were all extorted by the shameless guy Broken Sword!

After a while, the old man in Mai looked at Jiang Yiran, his face gradually changed from strange to expressionless, and gradually became indifferent, and in the end, there was even a trace of cold light flashing in his eyes!

"Fellow Daoist, but, there are no spirit stones?"

Jiang Yiran smiled embarrassedly, a little anxious in his heart, this broken sword, the chain fell at a critical moment, no matter how he called, the broken sword did not give him the slightest response!

"Old gentleman, can you wait for me a little longer?" Jiang has a lot of storage bags on his body, and he doesn't know where to put the spirit stone for a while!"

In fact, this is all Jiang Yiran's expedient measure to delay time, where did he get so many storage bags, only one of them was left behind by the Qingzhu Immortal after his death, as for the storage bag that the broken sword ransacked Ye Zhiqiu before, it has always been left on the broken sword's body!

Hearing this, the old man in Mai's face changed suddenly, and quickly restrained the indifference on his face, and became a little jealous.

"It's okay, just look for it!"

Ordinary people who will carry so many storage bags on their bodies, so there is only one possibility, these storage bags are all from this surnamed Jiang, snatched from others, can grab so many storage bags and still be safe and sound, then how strong will this person's strength be?

But there is one thing, this surnamed Jiang looks very raw, and the old man in Mai wants to break his head, and he can't remember when such a person came out of the Western Heavenly Realm!

For a long time, Jiang Yiran held five spirit stones in his hand and handed them to the old man in Mai with an embarrassed face.

The person with the broken sword, no, this sword, is really too miser, if it weren't for Jiang Yiran promising him to take these five spirit stones and pay him back a hundred in the future, he wouldn't necessarily pay attention to Jiang Yiran!

"This broken sword will pretend to be a corpse at a critical moment!" Jiang Yiran scolded secretly in his heart, and walked out of the store under the strange gaze of the old man in Mai!

"It's time to go back, now that you've obtained the Martial Arts Combat Technique, it's time to think about cultivation!" Jiang Yiran muttered in a low voice, descended from Vientiane Peak, and walked in the direction where Qingyuan Mountain was located.

Half an hour later, Jiang Yiran had already returned to his stone room in Qingyuan Mountain, and after closing the stone door, Jiang Yiran thought for a while, pushed open the stone door again, and carved on the threshold, "Do not disturb during retreat and cultivation!"

Qingyuan Mountain is located in the middle of nowhere, since he came here, except for Ye Zhiqiu, who came to snatch his spirit stone, Jiang Yiran has not seen any living person, and even if it is Ye Zhiqiu, he is also from other peaks and squatting, not from Qingyuan Mountain!

"It's time to cultivate!" Jiang Yiran muttered, since the incident in Zangfeng City to the present, he has not deliberately cultivated, although the independent operation of the power of qi and blood has improved his strength slightly, but for him, these improvements are tantamount to a drop in the bucket, not worth mentioning at all!

Jiang Yiran sat cross-legged on the stone bed, took out a Bigu Dan and swallowed it with his head up, then closed his eyes, sank into the mental world, and probed towards the bright figure with a slight spiritual light in the sky above the mental world!

It was a familiar sense of teleportation again, and the sky was swirling for a while, and Jiang Yiran's eyes were dark, and he couldn't see anything clearly!

When the field of vision returned to brightness, Jiang Yiran came to the withered and dead world where he met the blood-haired boy again, but there was no more blood-haired boy here!

Jiang Yiran felt his body, this was a very wonderful feeling, he knew that everything here was fake, it was all a phantom conjured up by the blood-haired boy with great mana, but that sense of reality, the state of the body, clearly told Jiang Yiran that this world was real!

Jiang Yiran raised his arm, the mark of the broken sword was still there, but no matter how Jiang Yiran called the broken sword, he couldn't get in touch with the broken sword, it seemed that in this world, the broken sword was sealed, or rather, it was Jiang Yiran who was sealed!

"Relying on this, you can practice the Nine Deaths Yin Yang Fist?" Jiang Yiran raised his right hand and put it in front of his eyes, staring at the black mark on the middle finger of his right hand and whispered.

"But ...... How can it be opened?" Jiang Yiran frowned, and released a trace of divine thought towards the black mark: "Is that so?"

At the moment when the divine thought came into contact with the black mark, a burst of blood-colored brilliance suddenly erupted on Jiang Yiran's right hand, and Jiang Yiran's body was full of blood-red color, as if at this moment, he had truly become the heir of the blood demon!

The blood light continued to intensify, turning into a huge one-eyed light and shadow, shooting straight towards the sky, stirring the dead and silent sky for a violent surge!

The one-eyed condensed in the sky, rolling the surrounding blood clouds, almost occupying half of the canopy, staring at Jiang Yiran deadly!

Jiang Yiran stood in place, staring at the bloody eyes above the sky as well, he didn't know why, he always felt that there seemed to be a faint killing intent in these bloody eyes!

The bloody eyes suddenly shone brightly, and a huge blood-colored beam of light burst out from the bloody eyes, shooting straight towards Jiang Yiran, as if to kill Jiang Yiran on the spot!

Jiang Yiran didn't dodge or dodge, his eyes were also full of blood-red, aren't he afraid of death? Of course he is afraid! But he didn't believe that the blood-haired boy gave him this black ring to kill him!

With the strength of the blood-haired boy, there is no need to be so troublesome to kill him!

Jiang Yiran wants to break through, either he will be shattered and disappear without a trace under this blood-colored beam, or as the blood-haired boy said, he will really step into the door of the cultivation of "Nine Deaths Yin Yang Fist"!

The beam of light hit the earth straight above, and a huge mushroom cloud rose out of thin air from the ground, and the world was trembling for millions of miles, and the earth was cracking for millions of miles, as if after the apocalypse, it was another light of extinction...... It's coming!

Jiang Yiran's consciousness floated in mid-air, and his body was as fragile as paper paste in front of the blood-colored beam, and he easily disappeared without a trace!

"I'm ...... Are you dead?" Jiang Yiran muttered in a dazed voice as he looked at this scene of annihilation.

"No, I'm not dead!" Jiang Yiran suddenly woke up, what appeared in this world was not his own body, but just a wisp of divine thought! Even if the blood-colored beam of world-destroying light came illuminating, it was only a wisp of his own divine thought that was destroyed, and his own body should still be sitting in the stone room unharmed!

After Jiang Yiran gradually clarified the mystery of the blood-colored light of annihilation, the withered world that was once again destroyed by the blood-colored beam and turned into a chaotic state changed again, time was passing rapidly, and the blood and fire that had been ignited in this world flashed in front of Jiang Yiran like a flash of light, and finally froze to that scene - the appearance of huge blood-colored eyes!

"Yes, if you can come here, it means that you have not flinched from the mortal catastrophe and passed my test!"

A familiar voice sounded out of nowhere, surrounding Jiang Yiran's ears, it was the blood-haired young man! Jiang Yiran was the first master in name in this short life!

Jiang Yiran was stunned, and couldn't help but show a wry smile: "There is still a test! If he could retreat, he would have run away a long time ago, the power of the blood-colored beam is so great, as long as he remains in this world, where can he go?"

"Next, you will see the pinnacle of my fist in this life, you will use this to understand my fist intent and practice my fist technique!

Although the voice belonged to the blood-haired boy, it was different from the day when he and Jiang Yiran first met, this voice didn't seem to have any extra emotions, and would only mechanically say the information that the blood-haired boy had left here, and there were no other words!