For a few days after that, Wang Yicheng helped Elder He to refine the pill in the alchemy hall, similar to the role of a Dan Tong. In the past few days, Wang Yicheng has really benefited a lot, Elder He's alchemy level is much higher than Shen Ling's, if it weren't for the original form, Wang Yicheng really can't wait to study here all the time.

On this day, Elder He refined a furnace of elixir and went to the Alchemy Pavilion to preach again.

The hall was empty, and Wang Yicheng didn't need to sneak around, so he walked to Elder He's bedroom in a big way, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the painting on the wall.

Looking closely, a smile appeared on Wang Yicheng's face, and this painting really passed. The incense ash on it clearly left traces. This was obviously Immortal Master He's finger prints.

The starting point of the imprint is on the eye of an alien bird in the upper left corner, then slides down to the right, to the hilt, and then slides down to the left to form a zigzag. This shape reminds Wang Yicheng of how to open the screensaver of a mobile phone in the modern world.

Wang Yicheng also pressed his finger on the eyeball of the strange bird, and suddenly, the true yuan power in his body slowly penetrated into the painting. Wang Yicheng was happy in his heart, obviously in the right way. Wang Yicheng's fingers slid slowly, and the true yuan force was also sucked into the painting. It's time to finish this zigzag.

Suddenly, a light appeared on the painting, and a hole appeared in the wall behind the painting. There was a small box in the hollow, and Wang Yicheng was overjoyed, and he reached out and took out the box.

Inside the box was a milky white fruit, the size of a fist, faintly emitting white light, and an extremely strong spiritual power fluctuation could be felt. It was as if he was holding not a fruit in his hand, but a spiritual mine.

Wang Yicheng was overjoyed, this was the earth spirit fruit he was looking for.

But before he could happily put away the fruit, a white light suddenly shot out from the painting, hitting Wang Yicheng's head. Wang Yicheng snorted and sat down on the ground.

It turns out that this mechanism, after a moment of activation, must be turned off, otherwise it will be attacked. The closing method is to draw a zigzag in reverse. And the attack method was even more terrifying, this was a divine thought left by Elder He, and it was transformed into a flying sword. For Qi refining disciples, the Divine Mind Attack is basically incomprehensible, and they are sure to die.

Wang Yicheng felt as if a sharp sword was slowly piercing his brain, and the pain was incomparable.

Seeing that this long sword is about to enter his mind, as long as he enters his mind, he will become an idiot at the lightest, and he will most likely die. However, Wang Yicheng has no way to attack this divine thought now, and in the face of absolute strength, all the methods he knows are ineffective.

Seeing that he was about to lose his life, suddenly the slate in his mind flashed, moved slightly, and touched the flying sword. "When!" Wang Yicheng felt as if a big bell had rang in his head, buzzing and roaring, almost knocking him unconscious.

Flying swords and slate battled in his mind, and a huge roar sounded in his ears. Wang Yicheng curled up on the ground with his head in his hands, hoping that the fight would end soon.

Just when he was in great pain, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and at this critical moment, someone actually walked in.

"Is it Elder He?" Wang Yicheng guessed while enduring the pain in his mind. However, it seems that Elder He should not have come back so early.

"Hmph, you're really a thief?" a sneer came from the door.

Wang Yicheng, who was sitting on the ground against the wall, raised his head vigorously, only to see that it was Ma Xu who walked in.

"You sneaked into the Alchemy Hall, and you are not a good thing. Wang Yicheng sneered.

Ma Xu suddenly saw the box beside Wang Yicheng, and his eyes lit up, "Could it be ...... This is the Earth Spirit Fruit!"

Wang Yicheng sneered, "What's the matter?

"Little thief, you dare to steal the heavy treasure of the master's sect, I want to send you to the Hall of Precepts!" Although Ma Xu said this, there was a greedy look in his eyes, this earth spirit fruit was too precious, I was afraid that it would be worth more than 100,000 spirit stones, and he tried his best to do things for Elder Peng, but it was only a reward of dozens of spirit stones.

Wang Yicheng read the greed in Ma Xu's eyes and knew that he would not send himself to the Hall of Precepts, but would kill people and seize treasures.

Wang Yicheng's hand moved slightly, and the flying sword had already slipped into the palm of his hand. And Ma Xu also had golden light on his body and hands, especially in his palms, the two golden lights were extremely bright, he was a golden spell.

"Hmph, I know you're fast, but you can't break my golden light armor!" Ma Xu had seen Wang Yicheng's fighting method and knew that he was fast, but his attack power was insufficient. However, if he had known that it would be very difficult for Wang Yicheng to move now, he would have pounced on him and killed Wang Yicheng a long time ago.

The two guarded each other and did not make a move.

Suddenly, a conversation voice came from outside the window, "Senior Brother, I seem to have heard movement in Elder He's room just now!"

"Yes!"

These two were the guards and disciples of the main hall, and they only heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and stopped under the window, as if they were listening.

Wang Yicheng and Ma Xu were both very clever, and the two of them immediately put away their spells and remained motionless in place.

After a moment, the footsteps slowly walked away, and the voice came, "There is no sound, but this alchemy hall is an important place, let's go around the neighborhood, don't go far!"

Hearing this, Ma Xu's face became a little ugly, whether it was a spell, a magic weapon or a talisman, any kind of movement would not be small, and it would definitely alarm the guards, how else could this fight?

Wang Yicheng saw Ma Xu's thoughts, and said in a low voice: "There is a kind of way that we don't use spell talismans, how about comparing them to each other?"

This sentence hit Ma Xu's arms, and he suddenly saw a fierce light in his eyes, and he pulled out a dagger and stabbed Wang Yicheng's neck.

Wang Yicheng avoided his head sideways, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he accurately grabbed Ma Xu's wrist, and the other hand was held at his elbow.

In this kind of hand-to-hand combat, Wang Yicheng has been specially trained, and he is the most powerful. Not to mention ordinary people, even how many martial arts masters died at his hands. Although Ma Xu is tall, he has no martial arts training, that is, he is an ordinary teenager.

Wang Yicheng could have easily killed him this time, as long as both hands exerted force at the same time, the dagger would turn and instantly stab Ma Xu's own neck. Just when Wang Yicheng was about to exert his strength, suddenly the flying sword and the stone slab in his mind collided again, Wang Yicheng's body shook violently, and he almost fainted, where could he still exert his strength.

Ma Xu's dagger stabbed down hard, and Wang Yicheng's wrist was held up. The flying sword and the stone slab in my mind were still colliding, and every time I touched it, I became weaker. The dagger fell little by little, and finally the cold tip of the knife almost touched Wang Yicheng's eyelids.

Wang Yicheng used all his strength to flash his body to the side, and the tip of the knife grazed the corner of Wang Yicheng's eye, cutting a deep wound on his face, and blood gushed out.

"Snort!" The dagger pierced into the stone wall behind Wang Yicheng, stuck in the crack of the wall, and could not be pulled out for a while.

Wang Yicheng took the opportunity to bend his leg and hit Ma Xu's ribs with his knees. Ma Xu was in pain, snorted, let go of the dagger, and fell backwards. Wang Yicheng took the opportunity to pounce on him and stuck his neck with his hand. In normal times, Wang Yicheng could easily cut his throat, but at this time, his whole body was weak, and he could only jam it hard, hoping to suffocate Ma Xu. Ma Xu also reached out and grabbed Wang Yicheng's neck hard, and the two rolled around on the ground, hoping to kill each other.

In the dimly lit hut, the two teenagers fought to the death, like two wild beasts. But he didn't make any sound, only a muffled snort of pain, which made the fight even more fierce.

The blood flowing on Wang Yicheng's face looked particularly terrifying, and the blood was dripping everywhere as the two fought. However, what made Wang Yicheng most uncomfortable was the Divine Flying Sword in his mind, every time he collided with the slate, his whole body was sore.

Soon, Ma Xu gained the upper hand, he rode on Wang Yicheng's body, and his hands were tightly clamped on Wang Yicheng's neck. A feeling of suffocation came, Wang Yicheng's mind was a little blurred, his bloodshot eyes bulged out like frogs, and one hand held Ma Xu's wrist but was powerless to pull it away.

"Go die!" Ma Xu couldn't help but show excitement in his eyes when he saw victory in sight.

Just when Wang Yicheng was gradually unconscious, suddenly there was a loud bang in his head, and the flying sword and the stone slab collided most violently. The slate was unharmed, but the flying sword shattered, turning into thousands of points of light. This flying sword was originally a divine thought of Elder He, but at this moment, it changed back to the power of the most original divine thought, and was absorbed by Wang Yicheng.

Suddenly, the power of Wang Yicheng's divine thoughts increased greatly, and his mind was clear. Although he didn't have the strength to pull Ma Xu's palm away. However, he clearly saw a dagger stuck in the wall next to him.

Wang Yicheng reached out and grabbed the handle of the dagger, pulled it out of the wall with all his strength, and plunged it into Ma Xu's neck.

Under the severe pain, Ma Xu instinctively opened his mouth and screamed. But Wang Yicheng's dagger directly cut his throat. Ma Xu opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, and could only make a beast-like snoring sound. Blood gushed out of his neck in an instant.

Ma Xu stretched out his hand and wanted to pull out the dagger, how could Wang Yicheng give him another chance, jumped up, flipped over to Ma Xu, and pressed his elbow against his neck. Ma Xu's body shook as if he had been electrocuted, and the bright red blood formed a circle under his neck, constantly expanding. After a moment, Ma Xu stood still, and his eyes were still wide open.

Wang Yicheng rolled to the side, panting, tired as if he was going to die. In his countless life-and-death struggles, this time the danger level can be among the best.

Wang Yicheng rested for a while, recovered a little bit of strength, and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he looked at the blood stains all over the ground in front of him. His original plan was to steal the fruit without knowing it. But now the plans are changing. Now there is his own blood breath everywhere, if you track yourself, without any clever spells, a wolf dog is enough.