Han Cheng knew that the first time he took the spirit fruit, the spiritual effect was too great, and he had to refine it as soon as possible.

His waist straightened, put the fine iron knife into the scabbard, and practiced the Emei Qi True Transmission Five Birds Cultivation Boxing, which integrated the techniques of attack and defense and spitting.

Huhuhu......

The fist wind roared wildly, and the air shook.

Han Cheng's body twisted, one move after another, without stopping, every punch used all his strength, with an indomitable fierce and strong aura, under the rapid movement, the spiritual power contained in the purple fruit continued to melt and penetrate, and the muscles and viscera of the whole body, which were already in a state of hunger and thirst, greedily devoured every trace of spiritual power oozing out of the stomach pouch, and then it was strengthened and repaired little by little.

With the passage of time, the internal wounds gradually healed, the pain and hunger disappeared, and were replaced by the inexhaustible strength, as well as the gradual growth of the true qi in the dantian, wisps, wisps, threads, converged into a stream, and the total amount surpassed the previous state of heyday, and was still growing continuously! The stagnant realm also began to loosen a little, and then climbed up little by little.

This state lasted for more than an hour, during which Han Cheng could clearly feel that his strength and true qi had increased a lot, and in a short period of time, at least hundreds of catties of strength and nearly double the amount of true qi!

When his strength and true qi increased to a limit again, Han Cheng suddenly felt a crisp itch all over his body, and then the pores all over his body opened widely, and a trace of black fishy impurities oozed from the surface of his skin.

The purple fruit is so powerful that it is simply incredible!

If those black apes also knew how to refine the spiritual effect contained in the purple fruit and use it to increase the strength and strength of the physical body, at this moment, I am afraid that he would be lying on the ground!

Han Cheng hadn't forgotten the purpose of his coming to the "Flying Thunder Secret Path", and after calming down from the pleasure of cultivation ascension, he looked around carefully.

From the stone bed that is very finely carved and polished, the Dan furnace that has been placed for a long time and is covered with a thick layer of dust, to the various antiquities of the pre-Qin and Shang periods hanging on the stone wall, I don't let go of any suspicious place, and I don't see a place like a collection of fairy swords!

Recalling the plot of the original book, he vaguely remembered that Yuan Gong's relics were hidden in a stone wall.

"Where the hell are they hiding?"

Han Cheng frowned, narrowed the search range to the surrounding stone walls, and looked around cautiously, suddenly, he suddenly saw a light flickering on a stone wall without ornaments, and it disappeared in a flash, if it wasn't for the sharp eyes, it would be easy to miss it!

"Sure enough, there is something strange, the treasure of Yuan Gong's relics must be hidden in this stone wall!" Han Cheng was ecstatic and almost wanted to scream.

After the light flashed, Han Cheng saw that the stone wall had not moved for a long time, and he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: "In the original book, that Qiu Zhixian seemed to kneel on the ground and said some words of sincere prayer, and the treasure broke out of the wall, why don't I try it too?"

Do it when you think of it!

Ignoring the dust all over the ground, Han Cheng knelt down respectfully and said silently: "Disciple Han Cheng admires the Immortal Dao, but the immortal fate is shallow, the qualifications are ordinary, and the identity is humble, so I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve a positive result.

Heaven favors, today's opportunity is here, the naked eye occasionally sees treasures hidden in the stone, and I want to be left by the predecessors of the immortal masters.

If the immortal master takes pity on the disciple and painstakingly treats the Tao, so that the treasure is revealed, and gives it to the disciple, the disciple should work hard to the Tao from now on, do good with all his heart, and repay the immortal's kindness. ”

After praying, in order to express his inner piety, Han Cheng respectfully kowtowed three times before getting up, and the clinker waited for a long time without a trace of movement, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"Could it be that Yuan Gong calculated that I was the one who snatched the opportunity, so he refused to let the treasure appear?"

Thinking that he had worked hard to find this treasure, and that there was a tendency to run for nothing, Han Cheng suddenly felt that he had been teased, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in his heart, but he was not willing to accept his fate.

Xiuzhen is already going against the sky, in order to go a little further on the immortal path, even if there is only a glimmer of chance, he will not let it go easily.

Since you can't replicate Qiu Zhixian's miracle, you can only rely on yourself!

Han Cheng took out his waist knife, injected his true qi, and slashed at the place where the bright light flashed in the stone wall with a huge force of nearly two thousand catties, one, two, and three...... After continuously slashing hundreds of knives, the stone wall was already full of knife marks, thousands of holes, and there was a "boom" sound, and finally it couldn't bear to collapse half of it.

Wait for the dust to dissipate, revealing a stone cave that is one zhang square, in the middle of the stone cave is inserted two long and one short three fairy swords that exude a soft treasure light, the sword body is full of brilliance, the aura is overflowing, and it is not ordinary at a glance.

A few feet in front of the three fairy swords, there was an ancient stone tablet about four feet high and two feet wide, on which was written: "Short sword frost Jiao, long sword jade tiger." Gifts are fateful, and the gods are eternal. In April Gengchen of the third year of Guangwu of the Han Dynasty, Yuan Gong returned to the immortals, sealed the three swords with the Tianfu rune, and left a gift.

On the same year, month and day of the thirty-two Jiazi, the stone opened the sword, and the winner was one person and one beast. "These dozens of big characters are written by ancient seals, and the gestures are strong and graceful, like walking dragons and snakes.

Thanks to Han Cheng's previous life, he was an archaeologist, proficient in various ancient book styles such as gold script, jade script, small seal, big seal, and official script, and he could recognize a lot of oracle bone inscriptions in the Yin Shang period, so he could recognize all the words on it.

After reading this paragraph, Han Cheng shook his head with a wry smile, he was really not the destined person in the stone tablet prophecy, not to mention that the time was not right, even the conditions of "one person and one beast" for the person who got the sword were not satisfied.

It seems that even if it is a prophecy calculated by the immortals, in the face of his heavenly variables, he will lose his spiritual effect.

Directly above the stone wall, there is a non-silk non-paper, I don't know the material of the Danshu Kham post, the pen on the dragon snake like a book on some bright red as blood mysterious graphic symbols, this Khmer post must be the prophecy of the so-called 'Tianfu rune'.

Han Cheng was about to step forward to take his sword, when an alarm suddenly appeared in his heart, his eyes turned, and before he could react, a dazzling light shot out from the 'Heavenly Mansion Rune', enveloping Han Cheng's whole person.

As soon as the strong light possessed his body, Han Cheng felt his heart beat faster, his breath was chaotic, and he seemed to be burdened with a thousand weights on his body.

As the brilliance gradually strengthened, a vague and ethereal figure escaped from the rune, with his hands behind his back, standing directly in front of Han Cheng in the air, condescending, looking down.

"Divine objects are eternal, only given fate, you are not fate, you must not go against the sky! Don't retreat quickly!" The vague figure gradually took shape, he was wearing a dark Taoist robe, with a thunderous face, and described as terrifying.

Seeing the appearance of the true immortal, Han Cheng was horrified, in order to resist the invisible pressure emitted by the strong light, the true qi on his body surged, and the aura increased wildly, however, the strong light forcibly suppressed Han Cheng's breath, holding Han Cheng's face red, and the blue tendons on his face burst out.

"Karma, presumptuous!"

Yuan Gong's expression was furious, with a wave of his big sleeves, a wisp of immortal power spread, Han Cheng immediately felt like Mount Tai pressing on the top, his body trembled, and he opened his mouth to spit out a stream of blood, and in just an instant, his internal organs were seriously injured by Xianwei!

"Are you really going to die here?"

The corners of Han Cheng's mouth were bloody, his heart was full of anger and unwillingness, and in the face of the domineering of the immortals, there was a hint of unyielding color in his eyes.