Chapter Fifty-Eight: One Year

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As soon as it was early in the morning, Wang Cheng finished his cultivation, his eyes flashed, and his right hand suddenly waved while sitting cross-legged, and an astonishing sword light condensed from his hand, which was the illusion sword technique......

A month ago, after he had just practiced this, he began to retreat, and for some reason, in just one month, this illusion sword technique was mastered by him, and now it is displayed, and that momentum is not weak in the early stage of foundation building.

The lightsaber was like tomorrow in the cave, and with a finger of Wang Cheng's right hand, the lightsaber turned into a spiritual light and merged into a low-grade flying sword.

Wang Cheng looked at this lower grade flying sword, his eyes flashed, and he once again performed the illusion sword technique, and the light sword condensed out, and he was once again integrated into this lower grade flying sword......

After integrating into the three, Wang Cheng stopped, his expression moved slightly, his right hand pointed to the flying sword, and the next moment, a dazzling light lit up, this light was silvery, but there was gray, one after another sword reverberation, and a wave of fluctuations in the middle of foundation building broke out from it.

As soon as this momentum in the middle of foundation building appeared, Sun Xing, who was meditating cross-legged in the cave mansion in the first district, suddenly changed his expression.

"It's so strong, there are other foundation-building and the same door fighting in my North Fourth District......" Sun Xing's expression was solemn, but his heart was a little depressed, his vein was the weakest, and he was often bullied by the other two veins of his same peak, although everyone did a bottom line, but all year round, Sun Xing was also used to being bullied.

"Damn, where is the fighting method not good, just run to Lao Tzu's North Fourth District!" Sun Xing's eyes were angry, but he knew in his heart that he was helpless about this matter, and after sighing, he sealed his hands and immediately laid an isolation formation around him.

"Out of sight is quiet, Lao Tzu can't be provoked, can't you hide!" Sun Xing cursed a few times, closed his eyes and meditated again......

A bright look flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes, this illusion sword technique was integrated into the spirit weapon, and he also discovered it by accident, but he didn't expect it to be able to exert such an effect.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Cheng put away this low-grade flying sword, his expression showed thought, he guessed that if the illusion swordsmanship was integrated into the middle-grade or even the high-grade flying sword, then the effect of this illusion magic would ......

After pondering for a while, Wang Cheng stood up, for this illusion sword technique, originally he was just practicing at will, but at this moment, he felt that this technique was not useless.

After leaving the cave, Wang Cheng went directly to the central area, today is the day to receive the pill, and he still has some needs for the pill.

Along the way, Wang Cheng saw many inner disciples, these people have different levels of cultivation, but most of them are the third layer of condensation, and there are not many of them in the second layer of condensation, but there are a lot.

These inner disciples all looked cold, or uninhibited, when they saw Wang Cheng, they were all contemptuous or disdainful, Wang Cheng saw that a few people directly sneered at themselves after seeing them, pointing at themselves, as if they were discussing.

His face was expressionless, but his consciousness was released silently.

"You see, that person should be Elder Sun Xing who received a new disciple three months ago, and their eighth vein is indeed a waste vein, and it took three months to condense a layer of qi......"

"This eighth vein is not only useless, but their inheritance method is also useless, it seems to be some kind of illusion, it can explode momentum, but the power is not as good as the basic supernatural power!"

Hearing these words, Wang Cheng's face was expressionless, silently withdrew his consciousness, and continued to walk towards the central area. Although he didn't care about the eighth vein, he was always ridiculed, which also made him a little irritable in his heart.

In the central area, it can be said that this is a fang market, with three ink-colored attics side by side, surrounded by many disciples of the inner sect sitting on the ground, with stalls in front of them.

Wang Cheng didn't go to see these inner disciple stalls, but walked directly towards the attic in the middle, and as soon as he walked to the door, a cold voice came.

"One layer of condensation, ten pills of spirit pills. ”

As this voice came out, a small jade bottle flew out of the attic and slowly landed in Wang Cheng's hand.

Wang Cheng hesitated for a moment, but instantly understood, he glanced at the jade bottle in his hand, which contained ten white pills the size of peas.

"Ten Gathering Spirit Pills, this Wind Spirit Gate is also generous. ”

Gathering Spirit Pill Wang Cheng naturally knew that this was a universal auxiliary pill for the first three layers of Qi Condensation, and his cultivation at the moment was already the fifth layer of Qi Condensation, and this Spirit Gathering Pill had no effect on him.

At this moment, in a stall not far from Wang Cheng, a second-layer inner disciple of Qi Condensation with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, after seeing Wang Cheng turn around, his eyes flashed, and he said loudly.

"Authentic Na Ling San, eight Gathering Spirit Pills can be replaced!

Wang Cheng was about to go back to the cave mansion, when he heard this voice at this moment, he thought quickly in his heart, and finally shook his head, although this Na Lingsan is an auxiliary pill from the fourth layer of condensing qi to the sixth layer of condensing qi, but its refining is not too difficult, and the price of eight pills of Gathering Spirit Pill is a bit expensive.

Moreover, his cultivation at the moment is only a layer of condensation, and if he buys Na Lingsan, I am afraid that people will notice abnormalities. After thinking about it, Wang Cheng glanced at the stall where the voice came, and just wanted to walk away, but the next moment, he looked frozen and walked over with a calm face.

"How to sell this hundred longevity grass. He looked at the thief-eyed inner disciple in front of him, and said in an indifferent tone.

This inner disciple's eyes suddenly turned, he has been here to set up a stall for a long time, this longevity grass is a longevity thing, useless for monks, but for mortals it is a genius treasure that is hard to find.

He thought in his heart, the person in front of him was probably still a filial son, and buying this Baishou grass should be used to honor his parents.

"Three pills of the elixir. He pretended to say indifferently, but during the period, he was secretly observing Wang Cheng's face.

After Wang Cheng heard this, he looked at the pile of Baishou grass, and secretly felt in his heart that three pills of Juling Pill for about two catties of Baishou grass were not a loss.

But just as he was about to take out the Gathering Spirit Pill, the inner disciple with the thief's eyebrows and rat eyes came out slowly. "Three pills of Ju Ling Dan and a half catty. ”

Wang Cheng frowned, glanced at the inner disciple with a few eyebrows, and turned around and left directly after putting away the Gathering Spirit Pill.

The inner disciple with the eyebrows and rat eyes suddenly changed his expression, and hurriedly spoke: "Senior brother, stay here, these two catties of Baishou Grass and five Gathering Spirit Pills will be sold to you." ”

When Wang Cheng heard these words, he continued to walk without the slightest pause.

Looking at Wang Cheng, who didn't look back, the inner disciple cursed secretly, and spoke again: "Three!

The next moment, Wang Cheng's footsteps slowly stopped, he turned around, returned to the stall in a few steps, took out three pills of Gathering Spirit Pill, and directly put the two catties of Baishou grass into the storage bag, and then turned around and left.

The inner disciple smiled bitterly, and secretly said that the business of this sect was getting worse and worse......

Wang Cheng did not return to his cave, but went down the mountain, left Fenglingmen, and headed towards Qiping County, and soon he returned home......

Baishou grass was refined into pills by him, and he gave it to his mother every day, and after three months, Wang Cheng's mother looked as if she was back in her teens at this moment.

Lu Dahai looked at Wang Chenglian's elixir with red eyes, and wanted to ask Wang Cheng for it, but he was afraid that he would not give it to him, and in the end, Wang Cheng's mother went to Wang Cheng to ask for a few grains.

As for Lu Ming, he returned home two months ago and married Kong An's youngest daughter as a concubine, but at this moment she is pregnant.

Wang Cheng didn't see Lu Ming, but he saw Kong An's youngest daughter, who would greet him every day, in fact, he also wanted to ask for a few elixirs that could prolong life and return to youth.

For Lu Ming, Wang Cheng still regards him as his younger brother, I don't know why, he always has a strong sense of responsibility for his blood relatives, so at lunch one day, Wang Cheng gave Lu Ming's concubine a small bottle of Baishou Pill refined by Baishou Grass.

Compared to the life in the cultivation realm, Wang Cheng still likes the ordinary mortal life, and he has been at home for a year, Lu Ming's son has been born, and he is still living at home.

The courtyard has long since been rebuilt and turned into an imposing and luxurious mansion.

"Wang Cheng, I am now cultivating at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, and you are only at the second layer of Qi Condensation, I see, this immortal path still has nothing to do with you. Lu Ming sat in the hall, he looked at Wang Cheng, and said very plainly.

Compared with more than a year ago, he still admitted to Wang Cheng, but even so, he still looked down on Wang Cheng for cultivating immortals, in his opinion, the Lu family only needed to have him Lu Ming as an immortal.

Wang Cheng smiled silently, he knew something about Lu Ming in his heart, in fact, he was not bad, and he was his younger brother, so he let the other party do everything. In fact, his true cultivation had already reached the seventh layer of condensation. The star slash also succeeded in slashing the third star. His physique had improved a lot in a year, and at this moment, with the strength of his body alone, he could crush the first eight layers of condensation.

As for the cultivation of the Sword Clan, it is still at the level of one spirit, after all, the cultivation of the Sword Clan is difficult, and if you want to condense the second spiritual intent, Wang Cheng estimates that it will take at least three or five years.

Lu Ming looked at his eldest brother, compared to a year ago, his heart was much more mature, although his words were unpleasant, but in his heart he secretly decided to help his eldest brother get some cultivation resources.

After all, his own cultivation Lu Ming is so high, if his brother is only the second layer of Qi Condensation, wouldn't it be too much of a loss of face for him Lu Ming......

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, Wang Cheng's family is also happy, the days pass quickly, winter goes to spring in a blink of an eye, and two months of time are fleeting.

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The blood-red sky, the bloody breath exudes heaven and earth.

There were mountains all around, but at this moment, under a blood-colored figure, the surrounding peaks began to shake.

"My grandson Hong Chixing is dead! Yin and Yang Lao Dao, you come out to the old man, otherwise don't blame the old man for breaking your Yin Yang Mountain!"

This blood-colored figure was monstrous, bursts of strong fluctuations, permeating all around him, and when the sun set, it could not shine on his body, but directly distorted, and the surrounding void was cracking with his angry shouts at this moment.

He is extremely old, and his face is filled with a twilight aura, which is a sign that his longevity is about to end!

"Blood refining old monster, your grandson is dead, what do you have to do with the old man? You and I are both half-step void spirits, you think I am arrogant and afraid that you will not succeed!"

Just when the Blood Refining Ancestor was shouting angrily, an old man with immortal wind bones suddenly appeared in front of him, he was dressed in yin and yang white, holding a thing like a fishing rod, appeared at this moment, and snorted coldly.

The Blood Refining Ancestor looked at Yin Yang Ao gloomily, and said in an indifferent tone: "The old man wants to borrow your Yin Yang Dao to find the enemy, if you don't borrow it, don't blame the old man for destroying your Yin Yang Mountain!"

Yin Yang Ao sneered, he glanced at the Blood Refining Ancestor, and the next moment, his expression changed slightly. He saw a trace of disorder in the Blood Refining Ancestor's body, which was a sign of a breakthrough......

After the Yuanying realm, there is still the Void Spirit Realm, this kind of realm, in the Eastern Regions, it is difficult to appear in a thousand years, but this blood refining ancestor is on the verge of breaking through when the longevity is about to end......

Yin Yang Ao's expression was uncertain, looking at the blood refining ancestor who was looking at him indifferently, he gritted his teeth and said: "When you reach the Void Spirit, the old man will personally find an enemy for you, but you have to help the old man enter the Void Spirit!"

The Blood Refining Ancestor looked indifferent, and he was not impressed in the slightest by the conditions of Yin Yang Arrogance. But he thought in his heart, he was now less than five years old, and it would take at least seven or eight years for him to step out of the void spirit realm......

"This matter is okay, but the Yin Yang Pill of your Yin Yang Mountain, the old man wants a hundred grains to prolong his life. The Blood Refining Ancestor spoke in a rebellious tone, looking like he was determined to be yin and yang.

Yin Yang Ao's face was gloomy, and after half a sound, he gritted his teeth violently, slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and a medicine bottle with a Tai Chi pattern flew out and landed in front of the Blood Refining Ancestor.

Putting away the Yin Yang Pill, the Blood Refining Ancestor snorted coldly, and with a wave of his right hand, the surrounding blood-colored heaven and earth suddenly dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

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