According to the introduction in the classics, Yang Mingyang probed his divine sense into the storage bag, but felt that there was a divine consciousness in the bag pushing his divine consciousness outward, and he knew that this was the divine consciousness left by the dead monk in the bag, so as not to allow outsiders to seize the items in his bag. Yang Mingyang was not in a hurry, and used his divine sense to slowly push the other party's divine consciousness outward, and after a while, he completely expelled the divine consciousness of the dead monk and successfully opened the storage bag. Under the control of the mind, the contents of the storage bag float in the air. There were not many items in the bag, there were more than two hundred spirit stones, a jade slip, a spear, a pair of boots, and some well-preserved spirit grass. After carefully examining these things, he couldn't help but be happy, these things happened to be what he needed at this stage, needless to say the spirit stones, the spear and shoes were all medium-grade magic weapons, which were higher than the long-grade sword that the master gave him. The magic weapons refined by the immortal cultivators can be divided into low-grade magic weapons, medium-grade magic weapons and high-grade magic weapons according to their grades from low to high, and there are magic weapons, spiritual treasures and immortal treasures on the top. He tried two magic weapons in the courtyard, the spear attack is very sharp, and the general defensive magic weapon is vulnerable in front of it, and what is even more rare is that this gun also has fire attribute damage attached to it, so that the enemy is unable to defend against it, so Yang Mingyang named it "Fire Tip Gun". And these boots are also extraordinary, wearing boots, injecting spiritual power into them, the speed can be doubled on his current basis, which can be described as an ideal magic weapon for escaping, so he named this boot "Wind Chasing Boots". Back in the house, he looked at the jade slip again, it was a pill called "Zhuyan Dan", the pill introduced that once this pill is taken, it can make people's faces unchanged for life, this pill is not only coveted by female cultivators, but also of great interest to many male monks. What's even more surprising is that there are still five spiritual herbs in this monk's storage bag for refining the Zhuyan Pill, thinking that this monk has not had time to refine the pill when he looks for Qi Lingcao.

The windfall made Yang Mingyang overjoyed, but he understood the cruelty of the immortal cultivation world, so he still did not give up the tempering of his body. In the following time, he continued to practice while further strengthening his body, using the undercurrent of the cold crystal lake to practice his body's cold resistance and coordination, using earth fire to train his body's ability to resist fire attribute attacks, and using thunder and lightning and rockfall on the top of the mountain to strengthen his body's ability to resist attacks. In the blink of an eye, it has been three years, although in the past three years, Yang Mingyang's spiritual power is still stuck in the triple level of qi refining, but the combat power has improved by leaps and bounds, and now Yang Mingyang, even if he only relies on his body, can already resist the attack of ordinary spells, and at the same time, with the help of the fire spear and the wind chasing boots, the attack ability and dodge speed have also been greatly improved. During this period, he went to participate in several competitions of the same level, and he was no longer in the state of being beaten before, and several competitions with fellow Qi Refining Triple Cultivators won and lost each other, which greatly improved his self-confidence.

Master Zheng Wencheng came to inspect Yang Mingyang's cultivation a few days ago, and he was also greatly appreciated. But he also warned him that there was still a big gap between the martial arts competition in the sect and the real life-and-death battle, and suggested that he could have the opportunity to participate in some actual battles, from which he could comprehend many useful things, and at the same time he could do more sect tasks in exchange for some useful items. Following Master's words, Yang Mingyang came to the sect's task release place to check various tasks. He noticed such a task: collect the third-order fire attribute teeth, and the sect contribution value is 2000. He touched the storage bag in his arms, the bag contained the teeth and claws given to him by the little flame lion's mother, this thing can refine a powerful attack magic weapon, but it is far from what he can use at this stage, and the strong desire to improve his strength made him decide to accept this task.

Hearing that someone had taken over his task, an elderly monk flew down from the top of the mountain quickly, only to see a young man standing in front of him who was only refining three levels of qi. I couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Did you take the task I posted?" Yang Mingyang couldn't help but be startled when he saw the old man in front of him, it was actually the sixth elder of the sect, Jindan monk Liu Qianzheng, who issued the task. Although Liu Qianzheng had tried his best to control it, the invisible coercion of the Jindan monk made Yang Mingyang almost unable to stand, he straightened his waist and saluted Liu Qianzheng: "Disciple Yang Mingyang, see the six elders!" As he spoke, he respectfully handed the flame lion tooth to Liu Qianzheng. Liu Qianzheng took the tooth and looked at it, and was taken aback: "The teeth of the third-order late flame lion, and almost the entire tooth, how did you get it?" Seeing Yang Mingyang's embarrassed expression, Liu Qianzheng said again: "It's inconvenient to say it, forget it, this thing is very useful to me, I actually didn't report much hope when I released the task, I didn't expect it to really be, and it is a third-order late teeth." After a pause, he continued: "As an elder of Jindan, I can't take advantage of you, here are a thousand spirit stones and a mid-level magic cork armor, and I will give them to you together." There are many things that you can't use now, and if you give them to you, they will be coveted, so what else do you want, can you tell me and see if I can help you?" Yang Mingyang thought for a while, took out the little flame lion from the spirit beast bag and said, "My spirit beast has been poisoned by cold, I wonder if the Sixth Master Ancestor can tell the disciple how to solve it?"

"Young Flame Lion, you're so lucky!" Looking at the little flame lion, Liu Qianzheng seemed to understand something, pondered for a moment, and said: "The Beast Fire Pill is needed to relieve the cold poison, I don't have it here, I'll ask the third sister, she is good at alchemy." ”

Liu Qianzheng turned to leave, and Yang Mingyang also returned to his small courtyard, looking at the cork armor that the sixth elder Liu Qianzheng gave him, which was made of thousand-year-old vines and soaked in special spiritual liquid, which was light and strong in defense when worn on his body, and he liked it very much. In the evening, an acquaintance found Yang Mingyang, Wang Lu, the son of the little fat man Zhang Youfu's family worker, who had not seen him for five years, and Wang Lu had already refined his qi five times. Yang Mingyang remembered that he was an 82-year-old Fire Spirit Root, and he was accepted as a disciple by the Sixth Elder Liu Qianzheng, but he didn't expect that now that he had refined Qi Fivefold, his younger brothers and sisters were more qualified, to what extent would they cultivate? Wang Lu was also very happy to see his old acquaintance, and the two chatted for a long time before they suddenly remembered something. Hurriedly took out a piece of jade slip and a large pile of spirit grass from the storage bag and said to Yang Mingyang: "I almost forgot, Master asked me to send you the Beast Fire Pill Pill and three parts of the Spirit Grass for refining the Beast Fire Pill. After Wang Lu left, Yang Mingyang took out the Danfang and spirit grass brought by Wang Lu, and his heart was full of joy.

The next day, Yang Mingyang went out early in the morning, came to the Danqi Workshop, rented a low-level alchemy room, and started his alchemy life again. This time, he first refined the Zhuyan Pill, which was much more difficult to refine than the Qi Refining Pill, and after five alchemies, he only succeeded in refining eight Zhuyan Pills. When refining the Beast Fire Pill, he was more cautious, because he only had three copies of the spirit grass, and when he went to the Fang Market, he also asked about the elixir for refining the Beast Fire Pill and the Zhuyan Pill, not only was the price very expensive, but the Fang Shi was still unable to get it together for a while. Although it carefully completed each procedure, the first two times it failed to refine the pill, but fortunately, the third time it succeeded in refining three beast fire pills, which made Yang Mingyang breathe a sigh of relief.