"What do you think?" Ning Mu didn't answer directly, but asked with a wry smile. He wasn't a disciple of the Withered Moon Sect anymore, and he never thought that only when Granny Zhang asked him to stand next to him, he would be recognized by that side.

But when I think about it, I am relieved, it can only be a one-sided relationship, with the strong memory of a monk, I can still have an impression of myself, but Lin Shang, a person who has been in contact with him for a long time, can't see it.

The woman is as graceful as ever, her hair is like the Milky Way, her muscles are like snow, her beautiful eyes are like stars, not stained with a trace of fireworks in the world, a white dress, a green sword, and the willow eyebrows are like a painting, but it seems to bring a little sorrow, which is lovely.

After listening to Ning Mu's rhetorical question, the woman frowned, and said coldly: "Don't beat around the bush, answer my words seriously." Are you a disciple of the Withered Moon Sect?"

"Haha. ”

Ning Mu was annoyed by the woman's serious look, and the corners of his mouth outlined a playful smile, and he looked at him and said, "You, aren't you afraid that I will kill you at the last moment?"

The woman was not a little flustered as Ning Mu expected, she reached out and took out a bead that emitted a light blue light and the size of a thumb from her arms, and said lightly: "I think, you won't kill me." If you really want to kill me, you might do it the moment I drop the flying sword, right?"

"Heal the bones!...... It turned out to be an alchemist?" Ning Mu exclaimed, only then did he understand why this woman had the courage to approach this place. An alchemist, at a critical moment, will definitely be able to circulate, as long as it is well controlled, it seems that it is not a problem to wander between two strong people, rather than becoming a strong man's alchemy forbidden.

"Humph......"

The corners of the woman's mouth outlined a faint smile, threw away the bone healing pill in her hand, and said confidently: "What, can you tell me if you are a disciple of the Withered Moon Sect?"

"Hmm. In this way, Ning Mu touched his nose, a little funny, this woman really overestimated his strength, as everyone knows, he is now just a fat sheep to be slaughtered, which makes him feel a little funny that this woman was sold and helped others count the money, so he pretended to sigh and said: "That time I went to Moling, after Granny Zhang asked me to stand by her side, I never returned to the Withering Moon Sect, and now it has been a year, not a traitor, but also a traitor." ”

"Why is that?" asked the woman.

Ning Mu shook his head and refused to say anything.

The woman groaned a little, flicked her slender fingers, and sent the Bone Healing Pill into Ning Mu's mouth, and said lightly: "For the sake of your face as a fellow senior brother, this Bone Healing Pill will be given to you." However, recently the sect has had a big disaster, although I don't know why you have betrayed the sect, but I hope you can do your part in the kindness of the sect in the past!"

"Is it a small effort?" Ning Mu felt a little ridiculous, he had only been in the Withered Moon Sect for three days, but he had been hunted down for several months because of this, and now when he went back, he had to be remembered by the head of the faction, and he couldn't tell when he would follow their path. It's impossible, Ning Mu still thinks that his life is not long enough.

"You ......" Seeing Ning Mu's playful expression, the woman's willow eyebrows frowned, and her fingers trembled slightly, but she quickly calmed down her anger, and sneered: "Ungrateful man!" As he spoke, with a wave of his long sleeves, Edgeworth took away the heavenly storage bag and fled away as a streamer.

"Poof. Ning Mu almost died of anger, desperately fighting with the heavens, but the spoils were taken away by the woman, and she also lost her reputation as an ungrateful person. Fortunately, he knew the power of that sword technique, and it was not for nothing, which made him feel a little comforted. After a short time, he felt that the muscles and bones of his body had recovered, and he meditated on the spot and began to recover his injuries and true qi.

Two hours later, Ning Mu exhaled a breath of turbid air and stood up. He found that after a life-and-death battle, his true yuan was more than doubled, and he couldn't help but outline a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which was an unexpected joy. Because, as long as you absorb the more than 1,000 Heavenly Spirit Pills in the storage ring, you can advance to the seventh layer of condensation.

So, Ning Mu Yujian flew to the city, and after paying fifteen Heavenly Spirit Grasses, he returned to the inn again.

After opening the ban, Ning Mu saw that Wang Lan was in retreat and cultivating, and he really didn't go out to walk around, and then he also meditated and cultivated.

In the past, according to normal speaking, it took about three years for Ning Mu to break through the first layer of condensation from nothing, and this time relied on only one comprehension word, everything was difficult at the beginning, and it would take at least two years to cultivate to the second layer of condensation without the help of any external force, and the third layer of condensation was twice that of the second layer of condensation, that is, four years, but because of a lower grade spirit stone, he was able to break through the two layers at once. Therefore, the aura contained in a low-grade spirit stone was equivalent to a little more than six years of Ning Mu's cultivation, almost seven years.

By analogy, the fourth layer of condensation is eight years, the fifth layer of condensation is sixteen years, the sixth layer of condensation is thirty-two years, and the seventh layer of condensation is sixty-four years, which is equivalent to the amount of nine lower grade spirit stones, not eight.

And one Heavenly Spirit Pill is only equivalent to the amount of seven days of cultivation, and one thousand three hundred and fifty-six Heavenly Spirit Pills, all of which are absorbed, are equivalent to twenty-six years of cultivation, which is more than half of the amount of breaking through the seventh layer of condensation qi, but fortunately, Ning Mu got a surprise, plus the lower grade spirit stone left at the end, it is not a problem to break through the seventh layer of condensation qi at all.

And after a day of cultivation, what made him a little embarrassed was that this little Heavenly Spirit Pill could only absorb one in an hour with his current cultivation, that is to say, he only absorbed twelve pieces in a day, which was more than half inferior compared to a low-grade spirit stone. Although, it would take him half a month to absorb a low-grade spirit stone.

Soon, three months passed, and Ning Mu had absorbed more than a thousand fractions of the Heavenly Spirit Pill, and it would take at least more than half a month before he could break through, and then absorb that low-grade spirit stone. And the Young Genius Tournament began on this day.

Wang Lan recovered from the breakthrough, in three months, she was already on the verge of a breakthrough to reach the third layer of condensation, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that Ning Mu was still in retreat, and the young genius martial arts competition was about to start at three o'clock in the afternoon, she sat down silently, but waited for Ning Mu for a long time and did not see any trace of him waking up, in the last half an hour, Wang Lan sighed, left the inn alone, and went to the competition venue.

Ning Mu's eyelids jumped slightly, he sensed Wang Lan who was leaving, but after such a grand martial arts competition was held, it would be delayed for more than half a month, compared to strength, he still didn't want to covet that bit of false fame, after all, he didn't lack that bit of heavenly spirit grass at all. Although Wang Lan left him alone, Ning Mu was not angry, the way of heaven was ruthless, and it was just human nature.

In this way, after another half a month, Wang Lan had not come back, Ning Mu was absorbing the last lower grade spirit stone, until, dozens of days later, with the clatter of this lower grade spirit stone, a majestic aura poured in, wantonly bumping his meridians, so, after a few more days, a cool feeling ingested his heart and lungs......

"Haha, it's broken!! Ning Mulian burst out laughing, his voice filled with indescribable joy.