Finally arrived at the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Period, Dong Yong was not busy condensing, because he always felt that something was missing, following this feeling in his heart, Dong Yong was not busy, and then he ran and polished the True Yuan every day, making the True Yuan more and more transparent and crystalline, and every bit could run freely under his strong spiritual power, at this time, it can be said that his control of the True Yuan has reached the extreme, even those genius disciples of the Great Sect may not have done as well as him.

In addition to honing the true yuan, that is, to deduce the method of condensing the evil qi, after thinking about it for a long time, Dong Yong decided to condense the Xuanyin and the evil qi first, after all, it had been discovered by the monks of Guangji Temple, although no one else knows for the time being, who knows if the monks of Guangji Temple have the ability to deduce the direction of their two disciples when they died, if they can be deduced, there is a chance that the Xuanyin and the evil acupoint will be exposed, so Dong Yong plans to condense the Xuanyin and the evil acupoint first, and then go to find the legendary evil acupoint that Ning Yiping told him, because Ning Yiping also saw it from an ancient book, and he only knows the general direction, whether there is this acupoint or not, he does not dare to guarantee。

On this day, he came to Jinxiu Mountain again, and as soon as he stood still, he saw a cyan light passing through the sky, and the light was as panicked as the scorching sun, and there was no sign of convergence at all.

The cyan light has just disappeared, and there is a more intense golden light flying from a distance, a blink caught up with the cyan light in front, and the two lights immediately swam in the sky, as if one green and one gold two dragons were playing in the sky, and the violent light collision caused the surrounding heaven and earth vitality to keep vibrating, Dong Yong was more than ten miles away from the center of the fight, and still felt a burst of heartbeat, feeling that the two lights, even if a trace of Xuanguang leaked out, he could be twisted into powder, this is no longer the means of the monks of the condensation period, these two should be the monks of the refining period, and the condensed ones are not Xuanguang, but Yuanguang, which is more powerful than Xuanguang。

If the true yuan is like ordinary wood, then the earth shatter Xuanguang is a sword made of fine iron, and the Tiangang Yuanguang is equivalent to a divine weapon made of a hundred refined steel, this is the gap between the three, and it is even bigger than this.

One green and one gold, the two Yuan Lights are constantly entangled, and the fighting is far away, and every time the cyan Yuan Light fights for a while, it will take the opportunity to escape for a distance, and soon disappear from Dong Yong's sight, what the result will be, it is not something he can guess.

"Sister, do you see it? That's the means of the human monks, hehehe, if I go over, I just need to blow a breath, I can blow them to death, it's really boring, it's not as interesting as the poem you took from the nerd Dong Yong? You said that Dong Yong wrote it specifically for you? When I have time, I also want him to make a poem for me, hmph, that nerd is obviously eccentric. "Zhang Qiaozui, the Seven Fairies and the Locust Tree Spirit also saw the battle between the two cultivators in the Refining Period, but they didn't make a fuss, because the weakest Cultivation Locust Tree Essence was a monster in the Mahayana Period, and the two girls were even more immortal figures, but they were just two monks in the Refining Period, how could they be in their eyes?

"Hehehe, you just have too sharp a mouth, talk to Dong Xianggong well, he will naturally give it to you. The Seven Fairies laughed and looked again at the white paper spread out on the table, on which was written a poem.

"The head is golden, and the waist is green. The pearl is handed over to the jade body, and the wood is difficult among the corals. Luo Yi is fluttering, and the light coat is far away with the wind. Looking forward to the brilliance, the long howl is like an orchid. Isn't that what I said about my sister? I didn't expect this nerd to really have two brushes. Zhang Qiaozui read it softly, and finally stomped his feet with some envy and hatred.

If Dong Yong knows, he will definitely blush, where will he compose poems? In his previous life, he was a special soldier, and he was really idle, so he memorized countless poems and songs in order to pick up girls, but he didn't expect to become a scholar Dong Yong after crossing over, and he didn't spend time in vain to memorize those poems and songs, and finally there was still a place to use them.

"Didn't I tell you, Dong Xianggong is not stupid, but focused, single-minded, don't say this in the future, however, Dong Xianggong is indeed talented, full of economy, if you can really tie the knot with him, hehehe, no wonder several sisters would rather go to prison than regret coming to the mortal world. The Seven Fairies stared blankly ahead, not knowing what they remembered, and the corners of their mouths slowly curled.

"Dong Yong's idiot is really as good as my sister said? Hmph, but I don't believe it, I'll go to him and ask him to write me a poem too, if you dare not write it, see how I clean him up." Zhang Qiaozui's heart was filled with a nameless fire, accompanied by a sour breath.

Dong Yong is standing in a place full of vertical and horizontal ravines at this moment, this place is directly below the fight between the two monks of the refining period just now, these ravines are caused by the Tiangang Yuan Light leaked by the monks of the refining period, each of the ravines on the ground is more than ten zhang long, more than one zhang wide, and more than one zhang deep, if it hits a person, even the scum will not be left.

Looking at the vertical and horizontal ravines, feeling the trace of Yuan Light emanating from the ravines, Dong Yong only felt a burst of heart palpitations, he didn't dare to get too close to the ravines until now, for fear of being hurt by the Yuan Light escaping from inside, this is the means of refining the Gang.

"This is the method of refining? It seems that I still have a long way to go, but this has strengthened my Dao heart, if I don't look at the extreme turbulence of this world, I am always unwilling, I really want to be like the Holy Ancestor, I will be at the top of the mountain, and I will see all the mountains at a glance, and at that time, everything in heaven and earth will be under my feet, who can stop me?" Dong Yong secretly made up his mind that on the road in the future, no matter who it was, anyone who hindered his enlightenment could be killed.

"Dong Yong, you wrote a poem to my sister to praise her, why don't you write me one?" Dong Yong was just about to go back, when he heard a familiar voice, he immediately frowned, but the other party didn't have anything excessive, and he didn't want to be too rejected.

"Hehe, I also happened to meet your sister, and when I talked about poetry, I made a poem, and it is a souvenir to give it to her. Dong Yong cleaned up his mood and said with a smile.

"Then you can make me a random poem now, and leave me a souvenir, hurry up. Zhang Qiaozui came to Dong Yong's side, and a nameless anger appeared in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'll make you a poem, but there is no pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, why don't you go back with me, and I'll write it down for you." Dong Yong smiled bitterly in his heart, and didn't ask Zhang Qiaozui how he knew he was here, nor did he ask how the other party came, but just replied blankly, so as not to be discovered by the other party, then it really couldn't go on.

Zhang Qiaozui also seemed to have discovered something wrong, and saw that Dong Yong did not suspect it, so he put his mind at ease, and the aggressiveness just now immediately became much weaker, and followed Dong Yong back to the Qingzhu courtyard.

took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and after a little thought, he wrote a poem with a pen: "The eyes are shy, and the lips are smiling." Windswept grape belt, sunshine pomegranate skirt. ”