At this moment, he suddenly heard Zi Ling's unintentional words, but Fang Yan suddenly thought that these decay-like flying swords, as well as this flying sword with the breath of a medium-grade spiritual weapon, look at the situation, it is really like the original Purple Spirit Ziheng Furnace and the rest of the alchemy furnaces, but although those alchemy furnaces did not have a soul, the body was still a magic weapon, although it was only a treasure level.

With the experience just now, the mid-stage distraction monk who jumped over probed a little, then urged the exercises, waved his hand and took all the flying swords into his hands, but the only one of these flying swords with magic weapon aura was only a low-grade spiritual weapon, or the existence of extremely poor quality, this kind of thing, but it was not in the eyes of this distracted mid-stage monk, and it would be a loss of face to give it away, just a sweep, and they were all rolled into ashes, and then he released his divine gaze again to scan the surroundings.

A moment later, there was another loud bang, and another weak barrier was blasted open by the mid-stage distraction monk, the same few earth bags, the same few flying swords, and a similar space, but this space was even worse, there was no aura fluctuation at all, and there was no sword qi to attack.

In the next time, this mid-stage distraction monk was all around, but he was more and more disappointed, except for just entering here and receiving a medium-grade spirit weapon flying sword that could barely enter the eye, and then there was no gain, and the few early stage monks who wanted to find the distraction were half of a figure missing, but they didn't expect it to be a line difference, but they were not in the vicinity at all, thinking about the scene in the huge pit that I saw on the side of the stone monument before, the range detected at the moment was only less than one ten-thousandth, if you really want to find a few monks in such a big place, I am afraid there is no other hope except luck, thinking of this, the face of the mid-stage distraction monk is gloomy a lot, but it was only for a moment, and he probed out again, and a loud bang kept sounding.

The distracted monk was a little depressed, one of the monks he was looking for, Fang Yan was very comfortable at the moment, he had the intention of encountering danger when he entered this room rashly, but he didn't want it to be just a few dozen sword qi, and there was a slight sword intent, that is, Fang Yan needed to be distracted to suppress the injuries in his body, and it would not take much effort to face them, and there would be nothing to do after they were wiped out.

Although the situation in front of him was a little inconsistent with the sword array outside, or even with the stone tablet, the dialect couldn't care so much, and he didn't have the heart to probe the traces of Nawu Dawu Er and the distracted mid-stage monk, the first thing to say at the moment was to recover himself first, and at worst, he had to deal with the churning qi and blood in his body first.

This is the right place, don't worry about being attacked and killed by the sword qi again, after a little exploration, Fang Yan waved his hand and condensed a large number of formation runes into the surrounding barriers to prevent harassment, and then escaped into the forest scroll to recover again, leaving Hu Daoren outside, while recovering, while giving a little warning, as for the flying swords on those few dirt bags, but a sweep, Fang Yan didn't pay attention to it anymore.

A few days have passed in a blink of an eye, and most of the past half a month has passed in the Sen Ran scroll, and the dialect that has been standing in it is still urging the exercises, and the expression on his face is much calmer than before, but there is still a little paleness that shows that the dialect's body is far from being restored to perfection.

According to Fang Yan's plan, he naturally stayed until he recovered his strength and combat power before making plans, but nine times out of ten things were unsatisfactory, on this day, Fang Yan suddenly dodged and escaped from the Sen Ran Scroll.

Seeing that the dialect had not yet recovered, the Hu Dao man immediately asked, "Fang Yan?" The Hu Dao man who had been guarding the periphery did not find anything abnormal.

"Nonsense, there's movement outside. While explaining to the Hu Daoren, he probed his divine sense, before Fang Yan arranged many formation runes in the surrounding barriers, naturally not decorations, although it is impossible to be as clear as the formation he arranged, but he can also sense some movement around, it is through these runes that Fang Yan sensed the slightest fluctuation outside the barrier on one side, and stopped after ten breaths.

There is a space barrier in the middle, but it can't stop any distracted monks, I don't know who is behind the barrier, it's that Wu Dawu Er or that distracted mid-stage monk, or someone else, no matter who is not much different from the current dialect, I don't have the heart to deal with anyone, even if the dialect waved his hands, once again condensed a series of formation runes, and instantly poured into the barrier that had the opposite direction of fluctuations, with the dialect's formation cultivation, but there was no need to forcefully destroy these spatial barriers, otherwise the dialect would not have been so safe to stand here before。

After a while, Fang Yan had already left the space where he was before, leaving only a faint aura, and it would not take long for this aura to dissipate, and it would be difficult for even a distracted mid-stage monk to find out that there were still people who had stayed here for a long time.

The dialect that appeared again had already met nearly a hundred sword lights before he could stand still, and the dialect was a little surprised, but it was not so good, he had encountered hundreds of sword lights passing by at the stone tablet before, and he was already prepared, but he hadn't encountered it before.

The dialect that had been restored in the Sen Ran Scroll for more than half a month, plus the Hu Dao people had also recovered a lot, and it was much easier to face more and more powerful sword qi attacks than before.

After a while, nearly a hundred sword lights in front of him were all scattered, and Fang Yan swept around, looking at the empty space in front of him where there were still a few earth bags towering, and there was not much surprise, Fang Yan had a guess when he saw those earth bags in the previous space, but this place was a little different, not only did he just attack and kill his own qi a lot more, his divine sense swept out, and Fang Yan soon found that the breath of the flying sword on one of the earth bags was also very different from what he had seen before, the breath of the spirit weapon, or the breath of the medium-grade spirit weapon。

Not only did Fang Yan notice it, but Hu Daoren also noticed it, but neither of them spoke, but another person's voice sounded: "Where is this, why is the aura so thin?"

"Purple Spirit?" The dialect nonsense man was delighted at the same time, but this voice just now was the Purple Heng Furnace Spirit Purple Spirit, who had been refining the stone.

"Purple Spirit, isn't it all refined?" Looking at the purple spirit floating out, he was refreshed and full of energy, and his dialect was naturally pleased, and then he asked, compared to the Ziheng furnace, the flying sword with medium-grade spiritual weapons was nothing.

"Yes, what Hu Daoren said is really good, today's Ziheng Furnace has improved a lot compared to the beginning, and the eight-rank pill may be difficult, but if there is a chance in the future, you will have to try to refine the seven-grade pill, and it may not be possible to succeed. Zi Ling said a little ostentatiously.

Hearing Zi Ling's words, Hu Daoren immediately pouted: "Am I still blinded by you?" ”

Fang Yan also smiled dumbly, and then said: "Zi Ling, you have such a big breath, the seven-pin pill, I think, but you think that the spirit grass for refining the seven-pin pill is cabbage?"

"This should be something that you, the master, think, could it be that the quality of the Ziheng Furnace has been improved to close to the top-grade spiritual weapon, and you have to go back to refine the third-grade and fourth-grade elixirs. "The strength of the purple spirit has increased a lot, and he has a lot of confidence, so he even refutes it.

Hearing Zi Ling's words, Fang Yan was a little speechless, and then waved his hand and said no more, letting Hu Daoren think about Zi Ling's current situation, and Fang Yan caged his divine sense to that medium-grade spirit weapon, although he didn't value it very much, but there was no prohibition shrouded in it, and what was available at his fingertips, Fang Yan wouldn't mind taking it into his pocket.

Like the mid-distraction monk, he easily took the medium-grade spirit weapon-level flying sword into his hand, and after immediately probing, Fang Yan also showed the same disappointment, it was actually just a flying sword with a slight mid-grade spirit weapon aura.

Fang Yan, who shook his head, was about to put away the flying sword here, but he heard Zi Ling muttering: "The rest of these flying swords look pretty good, how can they become so unbearable, they are not as good as those Dan furnaces that I devoured the soul of the instrument at the beginning." ”

Hearing Zi Ling's muttering voice, Fang Yan's heart suddenly moved, his expression changed slightly, as if he had grasped something, Zi Ling's doubts, Fang Yan also had in his heart, only one of the several flying swords could still be counted as a magic weapon, and the rest of the swords had become rotten at all, if this thing was not weird, it was impossible to say that this thing was not weird, but Fang Yan was busy recovering before, and he didn't think about it carefully at all, and he didn't figure out what was going on.

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