If Han Chen was here, he would definitely be surprised, because this person was none other than the "Shopkeeper Liu" who escaped from the late stage of the Jiedan!"

The most important thing is that the blood qi on his body at this moment, although he has not broken through the realm of Jiedan, but that blood qi is far from comparable to before!

"Then you still call me a little pervert one day, little pervert! Did I say anything again?" Ye Qinghua rolled his eyes.

"Hmph, if I hadn't saved you, you would have died at the hands of those five people! So I call you a little pervert, that's how it should be!" shopkeeper Liu said angrily.

"If I hadn't found the ghost jade liquid for you, you wouldn't have lived long!" Ye Qinghua fought against each other without showing weakness.

"You, you, you... It's really angry old man!" Shopkeeper Liu flicked his sleeves, snorted and turned around and flew away, this kind of "perverted" master-apprentice warmth is unexpectedly unopposed!

The monk surnamed Gan took advantage of the words of the two to speak to each other, and quietly retreated slowly.

"Why do you want to run away?" There was an itch in his ears, and he felt a little numb! The monk surnamed Gan almost subconsciously took a big step back, and the whole person ran away like a ray of light.

Ye Qinghua looked at the monk surnamed Gan who flew away, the weird smile on the corner of his mouth rose more and more, the immortals and ghosts were at this moment, she plucked a hair with two fingers, and emitted a deep black glow under the refraction of the sun, she opened an ancient black box, there was no magic weapon in it, but a roll of silk thread and extremely slender needles.

She looked at the monk surnamed Gan, who had been captured by the servants, and asked with a smile, "Can you give me your soul to eat?"

The monk surnamed Gan was horrified and said, "Let me go, I can go and bring you more monks!"

She licked / his ears and neck, and said politely, "But I like you better!"

Take out a needle and that hair, and gently pass it through in front of the monk surnamed Gan!

"What are you going to do?" shouted the monk Gan.

"I'm going to sew your mouth up, just in case you move me, I don't want to eat you. Ye Qinghua smiled very happily, just like a little girl finding a toy.

"You're the devil!" said the angry face of the monk Gan with fear!

"Hehe!" she chuckled softly, "I can't help it, "I've been a good monk for a long time, and I want to try the devil's way!"

......

Han Chen, who returned to the sect at this moment, cleaned up, and with a move in his heart, he took out the storage rings of the old ghost and the four foundation building monks.

Some time ago, I have been worried, worried that the Heavenly Corpse Gate is prohibited, I dare not dismantle it, and I am highly concentrated, worried that there will be ambushes anywhere, I have been cautious, and now that I have returned to the sect, I should take a look!

The storage rings of one False Dan Monk and four Tsukiji Monks should not be cold.

Han Chen opened all the storage rings of several people, and the first thing that caught his eye was the shiny spirit stones and magic stones, which were similar to what he imagined, this old ghost's spirit stones really had more than nine thousand, which was not enough, the already scarce magic stones were the things that really surprised him!

This fake Dan monk actually carried so many things with him, could it be that he liked to carry all his wealth with him as much as he did.

But when I think about it, if I don't bring it with me in life, if I don't bring it with me in death, if something happens to me one day, these things won't matter so much!

And the bodies of those foundation-building monks are a lot colder, and the scattered spirit stones are only one-third of the old ghosts, but there are quite a few, more than three thousand!

All of a sudden, Han Chen became a rich man! He really woke up laughing when he fell asleep.

After being happy, Han Chen finally moved his gaze to other things, a few high-grade magic weapons, white tripods, long swords and abacus, as well as several middle-grade and lower-grade magic weapons.

There were also some pill bottles and a book next to them, and the rest were useless sundries.

Han Chen, the net worth of several foundation building monks, didn't dare to be reluctant, it was too cold, some useless things that were crooked, plus a few middle and lower grade magic weapons.

This scene made Han Chen wonder, could these four people be from some small sect, but then he thought about it, the four of them cooperated tacitly, and if they could fight against a fake Dan monk together, their strength would not be much weaker, maybe they stored all their good things in a secret place.

Before he could think about it, he laughed out loud again, what stupid people would hide their hole cards, and what low-grade and incomplete things would go to kill the enemy, wouldn't that be self-defeating?

He flipped through the book again, read a few pages at random, and was overjoyed, and he couldn't care about anything else!

This Dao decision is different from ordinary spells, it is very peculiar, its effect is that when fighting, it can raise the magic weapon to a higher order, to achieve amazing results, but it is a pity that this decision can only improve the attack of the flow of magic weapons, and the flow of magic weapons at the upper level is useless.

It is also very difficult to cultivate, from easy to difficult, there are a total of six layers of formulas, the first four layers are easy to practice, you only need to follow the book to read the formula, and the difficulty of ordinary spells is average, to the fifth layer of the beginning, it suddenly becomes difficult and sour, and to achieve a fit with the magic weapon, and this magic weapon fit is to practice one by one, not to be able to control the number of Bing at the same time.

This piece of information alone can kill many people with a stick, and to cultivate this set of spells, you must complete the cultivation thoroughly before you can improve the quality of the magic weapon. The sum of these pieces of information is incomparably worse than the improvement in the quality of the magic weapon.

After being disappointed, Han Chen casually threw the spell aside the storage ring and left it alone.

A few pill bottles, Han Chen opened them again, some healing, restoring aura, etc., even the pills on the old ghost are only these, which have no effect on Han Chen, and he is a little disappointed in his heart, but after thinking about it, in the Heavenly Corpse Gate, he advocates cultivating corpse exercises, and he is not good at alchemy and talisman making, and he is also said to be in the past for these above shortcomings.

In the end, there was only a round ball left, this round ball was put in a box by the old ghost of the dove, and there were a few talismans pasted on the outside, which looked extremely mysterious, what was it? Han Chen was a little curious.

He fiddled with it in the palm of his hand for a while, and finally came up with the result that it was just an ordinary glass bead, and this angry Han Chen's heart screamed, how old is this old ghost! He casually flicked the bead away, and still angry, stepped on it a few more times.

But at this moment, the glass beads under his feet suddenly cracked open and turned into a dazzling black light.

Seeing this, Han Chen's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly looked up.

The black light floated in the air, and the air distorted for a while, conjuring up a black figure, an old man with a hunched back and dry materials, a pair of eyes that occupied almost half of the face, which seemed a little abrupt, and a pair of fangs at the corners of his mouth seemed to be like zongzi.

Could it be that this person was the one of the Heavenly Corpse Gate's Jiedan Daoists? As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, but his face was calm.

"Okay, good, good!, little dove, you finally didn't waste all my efforts to practice that blood spirit technique!" the old man looked at Han Chen and said kindly.

"This ......" Under the sharp turn of his mind, Han Chen planned to fool the past first, this person turned out to be called the old ghost of the dove, and there was no doubt that he was his predecessor.

Moreover, the strength of this wisp of divine consciousness left by the person in front of him may not be high, but the looming coercion in the spirit made Han Chen a little out of breath!

"I..."

"That's not right!" The old man's expression suddenly turned cold, interrupted Han Chen's speech, looked Han Chen up and down, squinted his eyes and asked, "Why did your cultivation fall from the False Dan realm to the middle stage, could it be that you have gone mad?"

"Master Qiyu, the disciple has indeed practiced until he has gone mad, and is now recuperating and recovering?" Han Chen's heart froze, he didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly replied on his face.

"Master, who are you, although the old ghost is my apprentice, he will never call me like that!" the old man shouted coldly.

Han Chen couldn't help but be speechless for a while, thinking about it for a while, but he didn't know that there was a problem with the title, his eyes quickly spun, and he was going to find a reason to prevaricate.

The old man's eyes turned, and he looked at Han Chen's cave, and saw a stall of magic weapons that had not yet been cleaned up, magic stones...

Seeing this, Han Chen secretly exclaimed! There was still no movement on his face.

The old man who had been transformed by the black light waved his hand, and a cloud of black light swept through, sweeping all the magic weapons scattered in front of Han Chen in the air.

"What a big guts, you dare to kill my Daoist's apprentice!" The Daoist looked at it, his expression suddenly became ugly, and with a wave of his palm, a blackened flower suddenly shone brightly, turning into countless petals, a circle.

These petals stopped in mid-air, and the light shook violently, emitting black silk threads, shooting towards Han Chen violently, the speed was incredible.

Everywhere you go, the air smells like you're going to be pierced.

Han Chen didn't dare to delay, with a wave of his palm, the slashing sword quickly condensed, sending out a Dao Dao sword ray, and at the same time, the crescent moon wheel frantically came out, heading towards the body of the black ghost Daoist.

The other party's attack fell into the eyes of the Taoist, and there was a look of disdain in his expression, "The spells comprehended by the monks in the middle stage of foundation building also dare to compete with this seat, and I will kill you today to bury my apprentice." ”

I didn't see any movement, the black light at the center of the eyebrows was great, and clusters of black petals floated out, instantly condensing into a huge black flower that was a long and long flower.

The black flower slowly turned down, exuding an amazing force, locking on Han Chen, slowly floating towards him, and wherever it passed, the air was boiling.

Firmly locked, Han Chen didn't dodge, just raised his head slightly, with a wave of his palm, the green bottle appeared in his hand, the magic power in his body began to boil, rushing out, Han Chen took out a branch, and also waved towards the black flower.

A hint of disdain flashed in the Taoist's eyes, but it quickly stunned him.

Just listen to the sound of "poof", and the cave emits a burst of explosions, and ripples extend outward.

The black flower seemed to hit the top of the copper wall, shattering inch by inch, and at the same time, an extremely cold force came out.

Everything happened between electric sparks.

"What kind of magic weapon is this?" The phantom of the Black Cloud Dao man gradually distorted in that extremely cold power, but the greed in his eyes did not dissipate at all.

This was a wake-up call for Han Chen, and he provoked a monk who was a monk.