Qin Lao was a little chattering, not at all like his previous style, but Chen Mo remembered them one by one, in fact, Chen Mo couldn't see what kind of character he was, in short, he had killed two people, and he was not a person who would stay at all.

Old Qin nodded, continued to drink, but said in his mouth: "The old man is also going into retreat, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to meet before you go to the central realm." Until then, be careful. Although you are a Kongsang, in this turbulent period, you can only trust your master and brother. Do you understand?"

Chen Mo sighed secretly in his heart, but he also replied solemnly: "The kid can save it." ”

"What did you choose for the Breath Technique?"

"The Secret of Breathing. ”

"It's enough. ”

...

One night, Qin Lao and Chen Mo talked a lot like grandchildren. In addition to saying some important things earlier, in the back, Qin Lao just pointed out some things about Chen Mo's spiritual arts, and said some of the past glory of Kongsang.

It wasn't until the middle of the moon that Qin Lao said goodbye drunkly. This farewell, if you want to see Chen Mo again, you have to wait until the trip to the Central Realm is over.

Qin Lao was a little expectant, a little uneasy, and even more apprehensive, but didn't the young man's road have to go down by himself?

After sending Qin Lao out of the valley, Chen Mo hurried back to the bamboo house, although he was melancholy in his heart, there was a sense of crisis that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was full of buildings.

He was in a hurry, and now there was nothing important except to improve his strength!

In the following days, Chen Mo never left the bamboo hut for a single step, refining the Gathering Spirit Pill during the day, and at night he would comprehend spiritual arts, cultivate the meridians, and refine the Blue Flame Fruit.

Time flies, and half a moon passes in a blink of an eye.

Chen Mo finally broke through the fifth layer of Qi training, and the Blue Flame Fruit was completely refined. Cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and the next step is to wait for Jiao Blood Ginseng to mature and break through to the sixth level of Qi cultivation in one fell swoop.

Time is running out before that, and it's time to get out and prepare for a trip to the Center.

In these days, he has newly refined a large number of Gathering Spirit Pills, plus all of the original, the Gathering Spirit Pills have accumulated a total of thirty-two bottles, one bottle of ten pills, a total of three hundred and twenty pills, and the exchange of spirit stones is also a large amount.

The lower grade grass also saved twenty taels, because of the quality improvement, the purple lines on some of the grass even reached seven purple lines, this kind of lower grade grass is naturally more precious, but it is a pity that this kind of grass is pitiful, only a dozen.

The grass with more than seven purple lines on the surface was selected, and another jade box was packed, with one or two, and most of the remaining nineteen taels of grass were five purple lines, and some had four or six purple lines, and there was no difference in the price of four, five, six or three purple lines, and they were all packed in the same jade box.

Chen Mo thought back to the price of the grass in his heart, even the worst grass with only three purple lines could sell for one or two 100 low-grade spirit stones, and his low-grade grass was of higher quality, so it should be more expensive.

Although the specific price fluctuated, Chen Mo estimated that he had at least one or two 150 lower grade spirit stones, and the value of the herb plus the spirit pill was more than 4,000 grade spirit stones.

After such calculations, he had accumulated such a rich family foundation, which made Chen Mo a little excited.

However, when he thought that the spirit armor and magic weapons had to be refined, and the spirit plants needed for the blood spirit pill and thunder talisman had to be purchased, Chen Mo felt another pain in his flesh.

And those things are still worth a lot of money, so it's worth talking about whether his spirit stones are enough.

No matter what, these things have to be gathered, but at the moment, he has no other way to earn spirit stones, so let's refine some more spirit gathering pills.

Ready, it's just dawning.

It was already approaching early winter, and the mountain breeze in the early morning brought a touch of coldness.

Chen Mo moved his muscles and bones, brought cool cold water to wash up, and the person was also much more energetic, packed his bags, closed the bamboo and wooden house, and walked towards the Royal Beast Pavilion in Yunfengfang City.

Looking at the grass and trees in the Empty Mulberry Immortal Mountain along the way, Chen Mo suddenly felt a trace of emotion in his heart, and unconsciously, he had been in the empty Mulberry for two years.

As a Lingzhi boy, he is already familiar with the grass and trees on the mountain, and after a long time, he doesn't feel anything, but for some reason, when he leaves, he suddenly has a kind of reluctance in his heart, and his heart is a little restless.

"Maybe there's been too much going on lately. Chen Mo shook his head, swept away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and went all the way down the Empty Mulberry Immortal Mountain.

As soon as Chen Mo left the Kongsang Immortal Gate, there were two figures in the distance in the southeast and southeast directions of Kongsang.

On the east side of Kongsang is the side hall and wing room of Kongsang, and the central realm is about to open, and the sects of Chen Guo will enter the central realm together at that time, and during this time, the remaining two sect cultivators will also temporarily live in Kongsang.

In the side hall, a strange gust of evil wind blew, the door of the hall opened, the sunlight shone in, the hall lit up, and Hu Zongquan, who was originally meditating, slowly opened his eyes.

As the door of the temple quickly closed and the light quickly dimmed, there was already a cultivator in a black robe in the quiet hall.

"I've done your thing. In the dark and silent side hall, a cold voice sounded.

"Where's the thing?" Hu Zongquan, who was sitting cross-legged, didn't get up, and asked lightly.

"Hehe, don't worry, I don't think Master Hu will let me work hard in vain!" The black-robed cultivator smiled and stretched out his hand towards Hu Zongquan.

Hu Zongquan glanced at the black-robed cultivator, with a touch of light in his right hand, a box made of amethyst jade in his hand flashed, and then threw it towards the black-robed cultivator.

When the black robe saw that it was an amethyst jade box, his eyes lit up, and he took it with his hand, but only after probing with his spiritual sense, he included it in the gam.

After receiving the amethyst jade box, the face under the black robe was also a little more joyful, and the black light in his hand flashed, and there were already more fist-sized things.

It was pitch black, resembling a baby, sitting cross-legged with lotus flowers, pinching strange magic with both hands, eyes closed, and an inch-long red needle-like thing on the top of his head.

The black-robed cultivator smiled and threw up the dark-skinned baby-like object.

Immediately after that, the black-robed cultivator recited a series of obscure mantras in his mouth, pinched the seal with his hand, and saw that the black mangs of his index finger were circulating, looking as hard as ironwood, and then he suddenly pointed at the eyebrows of the dark-skinned baby-like object.

Boom...

A sound like the ringing of a bell and drum came out, constantly echoing in the side hall, and almost at the same time, a black ripple was seen at the intersection of the dark fingertips and the black baby's eyebrows, which was visible to the naked eye.

Bang...

With a sound that seemed to be a heartbeat, the dark-skinned baby suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of pupils were as black as night, and two flames burned inside.

"That's what you want - tracking imps. ”

Hu Zongquan obviously knew about it and was familiar with this tracking ghost, so he stepped forward and cut his finger, dripping out a drop of blood.