Ye Ting took a pill and swallowed it in his mouth, and the true qi in his body was only a breath of time, and he recovered nearly half. But if you want to urge Qinglian to anger the sea again, you need at least sixty percent of your true qi. If Qinglian Fuhai adds some more means of change, it will consume eighty percent of its true qi.

And he will not do anything but this sword. The fighting techniques in the wasteland are crude, and it is laborious to kill the beasts, let alone face the enemies in front of you.

A little silver light penetrated the tiger's head, and the tiger's head was not damaged, and it bit the head of the iron-backed silver bear with one mouth. Strangely, the silver light did not dissipate, and at least hundreds of rays entered the body of the pock-faced monk.

The pock-faced monk's face suddenly turned black, and all the pockmarks were no longer conspicuous.

The demon beast in the condensation stage released the demon magic, how could it be possible to break the rune treasure?

Ye Ting was originally going to take a risk, but his true qi was restored to sixty percent. I didn't expect the pock-faced monk and the iron-backed silver bear to fight and lose!

This kind of thing is quite rare, and one of the heads of the iron-backed silver bear was almost bitten off by a tiger's head, and it will definitely not survive. The pock-faced monk's legs trembled, the true qi on his body fluctuated in strength and weakness, and the black on his face was purple, which was the result of blood oozing from his skin.

Ye Ting dropped the wooden sword, casually snatched the dagger in the hands of the thin monk, the storage bag at his waist, pushed the body down, and looked at the pock-faced monk.

"Save me......" two words came out of the mouth of the mamma-faced monk.

Ye Ting gave him a bright smile and replied with two words: "Don't save it." ”

"Who are you...... Instructed by ...... I, he ......" The Ma-Masked Monk said intermittently, and Ye Ting took two steps back instead, patiently waiting for the Ma-Masked Monk to die of poison.

The bronze medal in the cardi-faced monk's hand flickered and fell to the ground with a snap, and the tiger's head that was biting the iron-backed silver bear dissipated.

Seeing the pock-faced monk fall to the ground, Ye Ting spoke, "Hey, are you dead?"

The pock-faced monk's body twitched, Ye Ting shook his head, ignored him for now, turned around and cut off the thin monk's head with the dagger in his hand, and tied it to his waist. Then he strode towards the corpse of the iron-backed silver bear.

Demon beasts are different from humans, and when they are equivalent to the condensation period of humans, there is a demon pill. The iron-backed silver bear's demon skills are weird, maybe it is a mutated variety, and the quality of the demon pill will be much higher.

Seeing that Ye Ting was not fooled, the mamma-faced monk refused to approach him, and his heart was desperate.

Is it worth losing his life for the sake of a Tsukidan? He regretted it so much, regretted that he had listened to the words of his fifth brother. If you don't do this, you will at least be an inner disciple of Dragon Control City. What is it if you don't build a foundation? If you stay up for more than ten years and let it out, there will still be several decades of majestic days.

He is dead, and there is still a son in the Dragon Control City, will the city lord let him go? It's really funny, when he planned to escape from Fengzhou, he didn't think about the child's life or death, and now he is dying, and that child has become a fetter that he is reluctant to give.

The dagger was sharp, and Ye Ting cut open the chest of the iron-backed silver bear, poked into his right hand in the gap between the bones, and grabbed an earthy yellow demon pill. The demon pill is the size of a fist, and it is full of potholes, and it looks like a dirt stump when thrown on the side of the road.

There was no such thing in the storage bag, Ye Ting opened the thin monk's storage bag, probed inside, and found that it was very empty, and it was also two feet square, but there was a jade bottle that caught Ye Ting's attention.

The bottles that usually hold low-grade pills are all porcelain, and there are paper charms pasted on them to prevent the pills from mutating. This jade bottle is generally for high-grade elixirs, and it is equipment in itself.

Look at the back of the bottle, there are two magic words, written with the word Zhuji.

It turned out to be Tsukidan!

The Zhuji Pill is quite precious, and if the condensate monk fails to impact the foundation building realm, with the help of this elixir, he will almost have eighty percent of the foundation building confidence. If you eat it and fail, then I'm afraid this kind of qualification is not suitable for cultivation, so let's rest.

However, the true disciples of the large sects almost didn't eat this thing. Building the foundation is not a difficult level for them, and the real difficulty is Yudan. This kind of Tsukidan is very rare in number.

Because refining is not easy, the sect will not spend resources on ordinary inner disciples. Only in sects other than the sect, the members of the foundation building period are more important, and the number determines one qiē, and they will try their best to refine this kind of thing.

If it is Dragon Control City, I will consider investing in Zhuji Dan, and it will be able to cultivate one or two true disciples. There is a Zhuji Dan in Dragon Control City, or to reward those inner disciples who have made great contributions, so that the disciples with slightly inferior qualifications have hope.

This means that in Dragon City, Tsukidan is very valuable.

The Mo Evil Sect is the best at refining this thing, and a Zhuji Dan will make the following monk families compete for it. Ye Ting happily put the bottle back, what price does this thing sell for in Dragon Control City? It seems to be ten white jade talismans!

The same grade of elixir can only be sold for ten to twenty purple gold runes. Tsukidan is an exception, not to mention the price, you can't buy it with a thousand purple gold runes, only white jade rune money is charged.

Ten white jade talisman money, my own income in the past year! Only the elders of the Jiedan could be willing to take out so much white jade talisman money.

The pock-faced monk was still convulsing, his poison attacking quickly and dying slowly. Such toxins usually make people feel infinite pain, and it is better to die sooner.

Ye Ting didn't dare to venture closer, the life breath of the pock-faced monk was still there, he turned over the body of the iron-backed silver bear again, opened a hole with a dagger under the back of the skull, and reached in to touch it.

Sure enough, there was a second demon pill. The master was right to let him die first and study in the love house.

The demon pill of the demon beast is basically in the heart area, and the demon pill produced in the head basically has a trace of innate breath, and the value is high. Although it can't be used for his own Ten Directions Purgatory, it can be sold dozens of times more expensive than the earthy yellow demon pill.

Although Sanxiu also knows, there is no way to take the pill, even if he occasionally encounters the demon pill mutated by the demon beast, when he picks it out, it also dissipates the innate qi, and the value becomes lower.

It seems that someone is approaching, too far away for his own divine consciousness to reach!

Ye Ting was much more cautious now, and he didn't want to take risks, so he took out the wooden talisman and pinned it in his belt. There were a lot of treasures on the body of the mutant iron-backed silver bear, Ye Ting didn't have time to deal with it, so he had to turn around and come to the vicinity of the pock-faced monk, he threw a stone from a distance, and smashed it on the back of the poof, and the poof,

Because there was no true qi to resist, this time the pock-faced monk stopped twitching, Ye Ting stepped forward and grabbed the storage bag, cut his head with a dagger, and suddenly remembered that there was another piece of equipment, and turned around to pick up the bronze medal on the ground.

The monk's breath in the distance was already close, and his divine sense could sense it.

Ye Ting's true qi had recovered at this time, turned around and ran, running towards the gate where he came, next to the body of the she-bear, he stopped for a while, took the inner pill of the she-bear, and then rushed to the place where he came, urging the wooden talisman.

After the time of three breaths, a bronze gate appeared in front of him, Ye Ting stepped in, and when he turned around, he saw a tall figure appear on the hillside in the distance.

It doesn't matter if he's friend or foe, I'll talk about it when I come back.

Ye Ting saw the bronze gate behind him close, and then he calmed down. Opening the skin bag on the ground, washing his face with water, and eating a mouthful of dry food, Ye Ting first breathed for a quarter of an hour before opening the storage bag of the hemp monk.

The skinny monk didn't have any money in his storage bag, this pock-faced monk was different, there were three purple jade talismans lying in it, and there was also a jade bottle, which was also Tsukidan.

Inner disciples, there are five purple jade talismans distributed every month, which is estimated to be too little, and they can't make ends meet.

This is also normal, most of the pills in the condensation stage are ten purple jade runes, twelve in a bottle. The qualifications of the inner disciples are not as good as those of the true transmission, and when they take the pills, they can't save anything.

I can't get out of here if I don't have time. Ye Ting took off the two heads and put them in a huge leather bag. There are eighteen days to go, and if you don't put it away, it will rot.

Killing this kind of thing, Ye Ting didn't have any discomfort. Life in the Northern Wilderness is very cruel, and there is no cooperative relationship between strange hunters, and when they meet on a narrow road, it is more dangerous than encountering wild beasts.

Ye Ting didn't think about the matter of the two inner disciples, he simply slept on the ground for an hour, and when he woke up, he was already full of energy and full of energy.

Ye Ting pushed open the second metal door and walked through the narrow corridor, at the end of which was a closed hall, and in the center of the hall were a hundred metal puppets in formation.

Ye Ting looked at the metal puppet carefully, and suddenly felt a little depressed. This metal puppet is clearly used as a target for the disciples of Dragon Control City, and it is extremely strong, and it is difficult for even the foundation building monks to destroy.

He still remembered that this kind of puppet didn't urge the True Qi to attack, it just stood there and didn't move. After entering the Qinglian Angry Sea, he should come here first, and after he is familiar with the swordsmanship, he should go to kill the demon beast.

For the next seven days or so, Ye Ting honed his swordsmanship with the puppets in this hall.

When on the seventh day, his 900-word mantra turned into a sword song, Qinglian Fuhai finally got a first glimpse of the doorway. The structure of this move, he can already break it down, and it doesn't have to be done in one go. When the green lotus was in full bloom, the unfolded lotus petal sword shadow could already perform a second operation, which was different from what he had originally envisioned.

The power of the Lotus Petal Sword Shadow can even be stronger than that first blow, and it all depends on how you deploy the burst of True Qi.

After detailed calculation, this move does not even need to release the Lotus Petal Sword Shadow, but uses the True Qi Imperial Sword to attack different enemies one after another. As long as his sword weapon is tough enough and not destroyed by True Qi, the power of his sword moves will increase a lot.

The boy in the sword book demonstrates swordsmanship, using a mortal iron long sword. Even if it is a talisman-level long sword, it will not shatter.

That's what the owner of Jinao Island looked like when he was a teenager, at that time, he didn't even have a talisman in his hand! Sixteen years, which should mean sixteen years old.

Ye Ting was leisurely fascinated, and he already had a deep understanding of the anger demonstrated in the sword spectrum. In the bottom of his heart, the mantra of the Qinglian Sword Song Qi Refining Chapter was like a fairy sound, flowing slowly.

That anger is not anger, it is purer than anger.