Zhou Xian'er gritted her teeth and smeared a bottle of jade paste on the wound on her left arm. The light cyan ointment looked quite cool, but as soon as it came into contact with the skin, it was a hot pain.

"Shhh Zhou Xian'er gasped, but the wound medicine hurt even more than when she was injured.

This wound was left by a Feather Sect monk with strong swordsmanship, and he was bitten off half of his head by Zhou Xian'er's sub-ghost. With only this small injury, he killed a monk whose strength was not weaker than his own, even though Zhou Xian'er had always been self-respecting and talented, he was quite satisfied with his performance in today's battle.

"Give. The familiar senior sister handed over a porcelain bottle, "Although the healing effect of Xingliu Pavilion's Shengjisan is not as good as our Continuation Jade Ointment, the scar removal effect is overwhelming. Xian'er, your skin is so good, it's not good to leave a scar. ”

"Thank you, Senior Sister. Zhou Xian'er took the porcelain bottle, poured out a little ointment and smeared it on the wound, and sure enough, a cool feeling came, and the hideous scar was almost visible to the naked eye.

Monk Nazhen is far from reaching the point where the Dharma body is complete and the severed limbs can be regenerated. What's more, no matter how important the nun is to cultivate, she will inevitably care about her own appearance. The sales of this muscle san are very good.

Zhou Xian'er also liked this ointment, raised her head and asked, "Senior Sister Wei, which unlucky ghost did you get the loot from?"

This was originally a casual question, Senior Sister Wei pointed to the side, "It's those people." Together, they slew a Condensing Monk, and the spoils of war that they didn't like were given to us. ”

Zhou Xian'er looked in the direction pointed by Senior Sister Wei, and saw several disciples who were quite famous under the Mo Crow Sect, and saw a few disciples of the Reincarnation Sect who she didn't know but seemed to be not low in cultivation, and ......

Zhou Xian'er suspected for a moment that she had misunderstood. No matter how you think about it, you shouldn't be able to blend in with this group, right?

Meng Tongchen didn't notice the consternation of this female cultivator who had had several encounters at this time. His attention was now drawn to the monk who was making his rounds around the battlefield, collecting valuable items left behind in various parts of the battlefield, and sketching a jade slip with an ink pen in hand. These meritorious monks are equipped with a specially refined magic weapon, which can sense the aura, and by comparing the residual aura of the person who was killed with the aura reserved by the disciples of their own sect, they can judge whose merit it is.

Speaking of which, Meng Tongchen's damage in this battle is not small. The seventh-order talisman seal used as a means of pressing the bottom of the box, the blue and white swords were severely damaged, all the pills that could heal the wounds were in the stomach, and the mark left in the Zhentao bead was erased by Yin Chunqiu and planted with a new one—this was not as good as Yin Shu's waste mark, and he didn't want to grind it off without a period of hard work. After this battle, Meng Tongchen's previous rich net worth disappeared in an instant. When he carved up Yin Chunqiu's collection before, he only took three things with a good face, and in the fierce battle, most of the opponent's storage bags did not have time to collect, this time it was really a bit of a loss to go out, just look at the post-war evaluation, how much reward the sect can give.

The above is all a joke, and the experience brought by this series of fierce battles is so valuable. Especially in the end, facing the condensation master, although the fight was only two or three rounds, but this kind of experience has accumulated rich experience in fighting and has been a great help to the tempering of the Dao heart.

The monks moved quickly, but in half an hour, they counted the results of the entire battlefield. They set up a huge light curtain on the avenue in the center of Starstream City, and more than three hundred dead soldiers were arranged on it according to the number of combat exploits of each person, from high to low.

The crowd that was still healing, chatting, and showing off their loot immediately gathered around.

Zhou Xian'er was prepared, and was almost the first to rush to the light curtain. Let's look at it from the bottom first, skipping those unlucky fellows who were seriously injured as soon as the battle started and didn't have half of the merits, Zhou Xian'er quickly found herself: the second hundred and seventy-ninth place, killing nine people in the Forging Body Realm, two people in the early stage of Nazhen, and recording two hundred and ninety merits.

This battle feat, with her cultivation of the third layer just now, is already quite good. She would have been very satisfied if she had been half an hour ago, but now......

Zhou Xian'er quickly swept through the entire battle merit list, and then saw Meng Tongchen's name in a very high position: the twelfth, killed seven people in the Forging Body Realm, one person in the early stage of the Nazhen Realm, two people in the middle stage of the Nazhen Realm, one person in the seventh layer of the Nazhen Realm, one person on the ninth floor of the Nazhen Realm, and assisted in killing one person in the early stage of the Nazhen Realm (note: the one who was shot down at the head of the city), participated in the siege of one person on the fifth floor of the Condensation Realm, and recorded one thousand and sixty merits.

Zhou Xian'er looked at this list and was speechless for a while.

Meng Tongchen was also looking at his own ranking, one thousand and sixty merits, if you look at the ratio of merit to low-grade spirit stones one-to-one, these are less than ten medium-grade spirit stones. However, if many items in the Netherworld Temple are exchanged for merit, their prices are much lower than those outside, and these good deeds can almost be exchanged for a high-grade magic weapon.

silently calculated the harvest in his heart, and then Meng Tongchen moved his gaze up. In front of him are all good players in the late stage of Nazhen and even the peak of Nazhen, and the few people who besieged and killed Yin Chunqiu were all among them. Among them, it is not surprising that the first ranked is the ghost-faced boy who successfully killed Yin Chunqiu, and he has a total of 2,470 merits. More than twice as much as Meng Tongchen.

Below him is the Sun Wuji who dresses up as a horse face, because a monk with a little net worth and a little ability doesn't like to wear the robes of the Yin Hades Temple very much, especially the bull head and horse face, so this great master who obviously has the peak cultivation of Nazhen left a very deep impression on Meng Tongchen. His merits are two thousand and ten points, and judging from the detailed combat record, in addition to failing to give Yin Chunqiu a fatal blow, his record is even better than that of the grimace boy.

Song Pujia ranked seventh: he killed thirty-nine people in the Forging Body Realm, six in the early stage of Nazhen, two in the middle of Nazhen, and three people in the middle of Nazhen, one person on the eighth floor of Nazhen, one person on the tenth floor of Nazhen, and one person on the fifth layer of Condensation, with 1,560 points of merit. Strictly speaking, the quality of this record is not better than Meng Tongchen, but the quantity is too much. The Huangquan Soul Light, which specializes in souls, is indeed a powerful weapon for group warfare.

"If you have no objection to your exploits, come and receive your reward. It is estimated that all the monks have seen it, and the leader of the monks on the side shouted. In front of him, at some point, there were a few more desks, on which were a few jade slips and a few storage bags, and the monks of merit were sitting in groups of two, behind the desks.

Meng Tongchen, the monk who participated in the sect's expedition for the first time, was still a little confused, but many monks who had participated in several sect expeditions had already come over with ease.

"After each battle, the meritorious monks collect the trophies on the battlefield and distribute some of them as reward items on the spot, and the value of the items in each person's hand is roughly the same as the merit. Song Pujia knew that he definitely didn't know about it, and explained it to him.

"The sect is really generous. Meng Tongchen praised this very sincerely.

"It's just that I don't like these rags. Song Pujia doesn't feel much about this, and with her background, she really doesn't look down on these things.

The queue to receive the reward was very long, and looking at the appearance of the monks in front of them, it was obvious that it was time-consuming to pick and choose, and some people seemed to be unable to pick satisfactory items in this place, so they turned to another table, and it was estimated that the two of them would not be lined up for a while and a half.

"Today's ...... War" Meng Tongchen thought about opening a topic, but as soon as Fang said, all kinds of vicious battles came to his eyes, but he didn't know where to start for a while, and vaguely felt that he shouldn't talk about this kind of topic with girls.

"You're still on the third floor of Nazhen, right?" Song Pujia took the initiative to start the topic.

"Tut-tut, you're obviously still in the early stage of Nazhen, but how many spells are third-order? After receiving an affirmative answer, the eldest lady looked at Meng Tongchen with an expression like looking at some precious animal.

"I happened to see Lord Shuai of reincarnation once, and after observing the divine light of life and death of Lord Shuai, I had some understanding, so I can have the current level. Meng Tongchen's words were half-true and half-false, his refinement of his magic was indeed obtained from observing the divine light, but it was impossible to mention how much of a role the mysterious little bell played in it.

"Have you seen grandpa? I haven't heard him say about it, and it seems that your behavior in his eyes is average, and you haven't really caught his attention. At the mention of reincarnation, Song Pujia's delicate eyebrows raised upward, and she didn't feel more talking.

"But grandpa's divine light is not called the divine light of life and death, but the divine light of reincarnation. Don't be mistaken. When Song Pujia talked about her grandfather, her eyebrows fluttered. Meng Tongchen also listened quite seriously, only when he talked about the divine light of reincarnation, he suddenly struck out in his heart for no reason, what was the reason, but he couldn't find a clue for a while.

The two talked and laughed, and soon lined up in front of the case. The monk sitting behind the desk knew Song Pujia and hurriedly greeted her when he saw her coming.

"Miss Nine, it's been a long time. Is this reward for magic weapons, elixirs, magic tips, or materials?" Meng Tongchen was lined up behind Song Pujia, so he vaguely saw that this meritorious monk seemed to be giving Song Pujia a look.

"Materials. Song Pujia didn't know if she understood the other party's eyes, and made a decisive decision.

"Okay, here's the material loot from this time. The valuation book is here, so please do not exceed the value of the merit obtained this time. The monk agreed, and then took a storage bag and a jade slip and handed it over.

Although he couldn't see Song Pujia's expression clearly when he stood behind him, Meng Tongchen obviously felt that the girl's mood fluctuated suddenly.

It seems that she was ecstatic at first, and then quickly depressed Meng Tongchen looked at the girl who was obviously a little excited in front of her, and her hands holding the jade slip and the storage bag were slightly strengthened, and she was thinking about whether to ask. But the girl turned sharply.

"Brother Meng, can you even me a little bit after a while? I compensate with other items. ”