Ding Jing was obviously more anxious than Sun Heng, and not long after the news spread, she rushed to this small courtyard.

The rolled up sleeves, the reddish cheeks, and the beads of sweat on her sideburns all showed the haste she was in when she came.

"Boom ......"

A two-foot-long box was heavily placed on the table by her, and Ding Jing, who was breathing a little rapidly, looked at Sun Heng and hurriedly said: "Everything you want is here, where is my antidote?"

"There's no hurry. ”

Sun Heng shook his head lightly and motioned for her to open the box.

"Humph!"

Ding Jing snorted lightly, exerted force in his hand, and slammed the box open as if venting his anger.

"Spiritual liquid, evil spirit, what you want. ”

The box opened, and in addition to the evil qi clay pot that Sun Heng was already familiar with, there were several other porcelain vases in bits and pieces.

The porcelain vases vary in size, but each one is very delicate, with a smooth surface and a delicate texture.

"It turned out to be called a spiritual wash. ”

Sun Heng nodded, reached out and took off the gourd on his waist, and handed it over: "Since you know what its name is, you should know what it is for, right?"

"Blood Refining Weapon!"

Ding Jing squinted and took the Yin Soul Gourd in Sun Heng's hand, and a trace of curiosity flashed in her eyes: "This kind of thing is very rare, how did you get it?"

"Guess?"

Sun Heng opened his mouth expressionlessly.

"Heh......"

The corners of Ding Jing's mouth twitched: "It's like someone who rarely knows." ”

Even so, she was slightly vigilant in her heart.

This kind of thing that has been manipulated by someone can fall into the hands of Sun Heng, and the original owner doesn't need to think about it to know what the end will be!

"You help me wash away the prohibition here, and I'll give you the antidote. ”

Sun Heng looked at Ding Jing with a straight face: "Never break your word!"

A Yin Soul Gourd is enough to withstand several innate masters, and the means are miraculous, which can greatly increase Sun Heng's strength.

Compared with the many methods used by those who cultivate the Fa, the way the martial artist fights the enemy is indeed a bit monotonous.

"You'd better not lie to me!"

Ding Jing waved her small fist at Sun Heng and said viciously: "Otherwise, I will definitely make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

It's a pity that although her tone is fierce, her temperament is naturally childish, and people really can't take her threat to heart.

When Sun Heng heard this, his face remained unchanged, and he just nodded slightly.

When the words fell, Ding Jing had already begun to take out the porcelain vases from the box.

"There are so many things you want, too much, too much. Luckily, I asked a friend who knew where to sell semi-finished products. ”

As she spoke, she showed a look of pain on her face.

Obviously, semi-finished products are much more expensive than bulk cargo.

But in order to get rid of Sun Heng's shackles as soon as possible, Ding Jing finally gritted her teeth and bought it!

On the side, Sun Heng watched her movements silently, his eyes moving slightly with the swing of her head.

His attentive eyes naturally couldn't avoid cultivators who were extremely sensitive to the perception of the outside world.

Ding Jing immediately blushed, and raised her head with a displeased face: "What are you looking at?"

"You're ...... here"

Sun Heng's eyes moved slightly, and he lightly pointed to the hosta in Ding Jing's sideburns, and said, "That's a magic weapon?"

"That's right!"

Ding Jing raised her head, revealing a white and delicate neck, and said proudly: "How is it?

"Definitely. ”

Sun Heng nodded: "Aren't all magic weapons very expensive, how did you get one?"

She has only practiced the second layer of qi, and she has been cultivating the Fa for several years, and she has no background, so it stands to reason that she can't get a magic weapon.

"Guess?"

The corners of Ding Jing's mouth twitched, and she pushed back with Sun Heng's original words.

However, Sun Hengzhi really showed a contemplative look, and said slowly: "Could it be ...... What other high branches have you climbed?"

"Peng!"

A porcelain vase was placed on the table by the blue-faced Ding Jing, and the table and stool shook back and forth.

"No!"

Sun Heng spread his hands and said, "Then I don't know." ”

Ding Jing looked at Sun Heng with disdain on his face, and said, "Do you think that everyone else is like you, what are they going to do from me?"

"Ahem......"

Sun Heng coughed lightly, and said: "Meet, I kindly remind you that except for your parents and relatives, no one will be good to you for no reason." ”

"If someone is suddenly nice to you, then you better be careful!"

"Heh......"

Ding Jing glanced at Sun Heng and said disdainfully: "I think you are a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain!"

Sun Heng shrugged: "When I didn't say it." ”

Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence.

There was silence in the field, and only the sound of Ding Jing fiddling with things in his hand remained.

After a while, Ding Jing didn't know why, and suddenly said in a ghostly voice: "Actually, it was given by my fellow senior sister." ”

"Senior sister?"

Sun Heng's eyes moved slightly: "Have you found someone who passed on your spell?"

"Not really. ”

Ding Jing shook his head: "That person...... Well, it should be said that my master was killed back then, so he couldn't pick me up. ”

Sun Heng nodded: "It seems that your sect's treatment is not bad, no wonder you will say that I will regret it." ”

This has a background, there is an immortal gate as a backer, no wonder Ding Jing has become so tough in the face of himself.

"Of course!"

Ding Jing raised his head with a proud expression: "Do you know which of the many Dharma cultivation sects is the most respectful?"

"I don't know. ”

Sun Heng shook his head.

Ding Jing looked at Sun Heng and said word by word: "There are ten thousand laws in the world, and all the Xuanqing is out!"

"Xuanqing?"

Sun Heng's eyes flickered: "The Xuanqing Wonderful Method you cultivated came from the Immortal Sect that overwhelmed the Dayong Imperial Court back then?"

"That's right!"

Ding Jing nodded with a straight face: "Moreover, the current prince is also a disciple of my Xuanqing Sect!"

"No wonder ......"

No wonder Ding Jingxiu is so low, but he can be favored by others and join a big organization.

It turned out that I took a fancy to her background!

Sun Heng was silent, then glanced at Ding Jing, who had a high neck, and pointed towards the Yin Soul Gourd: "Don't patronize talking, do it." ”

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Ding Jing's arrogance disappeared.

............

In the hut, Ding Jing sat on top of the futon, staring at the void floating flame in front of him with blazing eyes.

Above the flame, a pitch-black gourd was suspended, and the gourd rose and fell, and black smoke came out.

"Duh!"

With a low shout, as Ding Jing stretched out his fingers, in a porcelain bottle on the side, a purple smoke immediately floated out and merged into the flames.

With the influx of smoke, the flame also suddenly flourished, instantly enveloping the Yin Soul Gourd.

"Crackling...... Crackling ......"

The subtle sound came from the flames, which made Sun Hengdu start to worry a little about whether something would happen to his gourd.

However, even if the Yin Soul Gourd is now, he can't break it with all his strength, and it shouldn't be consumed by this spiritual fire.

"Silk ...... Silk ......"

It sounded like the sound of a snake sliding.

A dark green liquid, with the change of the seal in Ding Jing's hand, quietly emerged from a porcelain bottle, divided into several strands, and slowly submerged into the flames.

"Boom ......"

The flames rise, as high as a meter, and there is smoke scurrying back and forth in it, and the momentum is amazing.

However, there was no heat spilling out of such flames, and there was no sign of burning on the roof.

As the materials were added, the flames were constantly changing, sometimes bright red as blood, sometimes as black as ink, and even like a long snake scurrying, submerged into the inside of the Yin Soul Gourd.

And as time went by, Ding Jing's complexion became more and more solemn, and the movements of her hands even showed a difficult appearance.

As she said before she started, her cultivation was too low, her mana was weak, and it was extremely difficult to re-refine this blood refining weapon.

But depending on the situation, it is almost the end at this point.

"Ahh

A woman's scream suddenly came from outside.

The voice was panicked, and even more sad and angry.

Jiang Yun?

Sun Heng raised his eyebrows.

"You let go of my mother!"

Zhang Wuxian's voice, followed by a series of chaotic sounds, rushed outside.

"Hoo ......"

Inside the house, the flames shook, and Ding Jing's movements couldn't help but pause.

"Yours you do, I'll take a look. ”

Sighing, Sun Heng waved his hand, the curtain opened lightly, and he himself disappeared in the house.