This tripod is half a foot high, Yan Wushuang urged his divine sense to shrink this tripod, but he didn't expect this tripod to really shrink to the size of a thumb.

"It seems that it is indeed a treasure, otherwise it cannot be controlled with divine sense!"

Yan Wushuang is very strange, it stands to reason that this tripod has been stored in Taixumen for 10,000 years, and it has such an anti-heaven function, how can no one find out, but cheapen himself. Perhaps because this tripod itself has no spiritual reaction, it has always been unpopular.

But no matter what, this tripod is in his own hands, and it is a cash cow!

Looking left and right, Yan Wushuang finally found four words at the bottom of Xiaoding--Siyang Fangzun!

"I said how come this tripod is so familiar, it turns out to be exactly the same as the four sheep Fangzun I saw on the earth! It's just ......" After looking at it over and over again, Yan Wushuang found that in addition to the same shape, the four sheep heads of this bottle of Siyang Fangzun are of different colors, which are red, yellow, blue and green.

Thinking of the red light that had just risen, Yan Wushuang vaguely felt that the other colors of the Four Sheep Fangzun had different functions. So, Yan Wushuang fiddled for a while, and suddenly, inadvertently, twisted the yellow sheep's head.

"Ugh!"

Siyang Fangzun sounded softly, and immediately a layer of faint yellow light surrounded his body!

Really!

Yan Wushuang couldn't wait to throw a waste weapon into the ding, and after half an hour, it had no effect! After taking out the waste vessel, Yan Wushuang threw the Huiyao Stone that had just been decomposed into it. This time, Dingzhong reacted.

I saw that the yellow light around Siyang Fangzun slowly rotated, and there was a hint of humming sound from time to time. Yan Wushuang didn't blink his eyes, just stared at Dingzhong stupidly.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Ding's yellow light stopped spinning. Yan Wushuang took out the Radiance Stone with great anticipation, and was suddenly startled!

"Mamma Mia!"

Looking at the distinctive Radiant Stone in his hand, Yan Wushuang swallowed hard. That ordinary glow stone is emitting a somewhat dazzling light blue light at the moment, which is the characteristic of the best glow stone!

Upgrade features!

Yan Wushuang quickly understood that each color of the Four Sheep Fangzun represented a function. So he converted the small ding into green, and also put in the waste vessel and a decomposed glow stone.

But this time there was obviously no reaction, where could the impatient Yan Wushuang sit still, took out the beast egg he received from the storage bag, and threw it into the ding. After two hours, there was still no response.

"By the way, there are still a few waste pills!"

Yan Wushuang was bored, and threw a few discarded Gathering Spirit Pills into it. This time Xiao Ding reacted again, and when Xiao Ding no longer had any condition, Yan Wushuang ushered in the first spring of the life of cultivating immortals!

"Gathering elixir!Haha, it's really a gathering elixir!"

I never dreamed that the waste pill could also be turned into a normal pill! After a burst of excitement, Yan Wushuang once again had the idea of a blue sheep's head. Only this time, Yan Wushuang threw everything in and tried it, but there was still no response.

"Hmm! It seems that the function of this blue sheep's head is even more mysterious!" Yan Wushuang was happy, but he didn't delve into it further. Although the blue sheep's head god is mysterious, he will eventually solve the mystery one day.

Now that I have the hope of cultivating immortals, then naturally I can't miss it anymore! When my cultivation is high, the chance of returning to the earth will be great!

"This Siyang Fangzun is so mysterious, just call him a cornucopia!" Yan Wushuang happily put the cornucopia into the storage bag, swallowed a Gathering Spirit Pill, and began to meditate!

"Hmm!"

Soon, the medicinal effect of the Gathering Spirit Pill spread, and streams of warm currents slowly flowed through the major meridians in Yan Wushuang's body. It's a shame to say that after coming to the Canghong Continent for more than a year, Yan Wushuang is still the first time to take the Gathering Spirit Pill.

It took two hours for Yan Wushuang to finish refining the medicinal power of the Gathering Spirit Pill!

"Sure enough, it is worthy of the Gathering Spirit Pill, the medicinal power is so good! This is still an ordinary quality, if it is the medium-grade Gathering Spirit Pill taken by the Fan Jian Dog Thief, I don't know what it tastes like!" Yan Wushuang said with satisfaction.

He faintly felt that he was not far from the third layer of Qi cultivation. At this moment, he already has the pinnacle of the second layer of Qi cultivation, as long as he cultivates hard for a while, with enough pills, he should not be slower than the other disciples in the Taixu Sect to cultivate!

As soon as he thought of this, Yan Wushuang lost his interest in continuing to meditate, and only thought about resting early and getting some extra money tomorrow when he collected the rags!

Early in the morning of the second day, Yan Wushuang hurried to the Refining Pavilion and the Alchemy Room. The journey went surprisingly smoothly, and no one came to make things difficult for him. Even Fan Jian, who likes to stir up trouble the most, is gone!

"It seems that these people are all cultivating, and I have to speed up my pace, otherwise I won't be able to keep up!"

After Yan Wushuang received the waste device and waste pill, he took most of it into his own pocket. When they handed it over to the utility room, the steward of the utility room felt that something was wrong.

"Why is there so little?" Steward Li in the utility room was stunned, and looked at Yan Wushuang suspiciously.

"It seems that I have been practicing less recently, and there is only so much! It is said that the material consumption is too large, so I need to slow down!"

Steward Li was speechless for a while, but he didn't have much to say about the matter of the Refining Pavilion and the Alchemy Room, so he had to keep silent! Although he had fished less oil and water from it, it was better than nothing.

After Yan Wushuang saw that he was fooled, he didn't delay any longer, and returned to the stone house with a bone.

After cleaning up the private waste utensils and waste pills, Yan Wushuang was so happy. There are forty or fifty waste weapons, and there are more than two hundred waste pills, including more than twenty heavenly spirit pills.

The Heavenly Spirit Pill is an elixir after the tenth layer of the Qi cultivation period, generally speaking, the monks in the Qi training period below the tenth layer are taking the Gathering Spirit Pill, but it is not that they cannot take the Heavenly Spirit Pill. Only when you need to break through the bottleneck below the tenth layer of Qi refining, you can take the Heavenly Spirit Pill, otherwise you will explode and die, and you will not be able to withstand the powerful medicinal power of the Heavenly Spirit Pill.

Yan Wushuang converted the cornucopia into green and threw the two hundred pills into it. Then he took a Gathering Spirit Pill and concentrated on cultivating. During this period, Yan Wushuang was not only cultivating, but also cultivating.

Three months later, Yan Wushuang was stunned to advance to the pinnacle of the fourth layer of Lianqi. During this period, Yan Wushuang took a large amount of pills, almost like boiling water, taking them without money or life.

It is also Yan Wushuang's qualifications are too poor, pure five spirit roots. If he was a monk with a Heavenly Spirit Root and took such an elixir, he would already be on the verge of building a foundation. It was Fan Jian of the big family, from childhood to adulthood, who did not have as many pills that Yan Wushuang took in a month.

Yan Wushuang was distracted when suddenly a transmission note floated in front of him.

"Smack!"

Yan Wushuang crushed the transmission note in confusion, and then a somewhat immature and commanding tone came: "Tattered King, Uncle Cheng is looking for you something, come out quickly!"

"Uncle Cheng, no one has come to my broken stone house once a year, what is the matter with him looking for me?" Yan Wushuang was very speechless, he was in the door, except for the low-level disciples who knew him, no monk in the foundation building period knew him.

Although Yan Wushuang was puzzled, he also looked for the door. I saw a male disciple in white standing outside the door, looking around with some impatience.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Cheng, I wonder what Uncle is looking for me?" Yan Wushuang recognized at a glance that the slightly chubby man in white in front of him was the nephew of Cheng Qi, a monk in the foundation building period, so he had no choice but to say respectfully.

"Senior Uncle Cheng needs to retreat today, so let you go to the nearby Fang Market to buy some things for him, this is the list and spirit stones! You have to take it, go early and return early!" The slightly chubby white-clothed disciple casually threw Yan Wushuang a storage bag and swaggered away.

"Phew, why Uncle Cheng is looking for me, it's obvious that you're too lazy to run errands!" Yan Wushuang scolded a few words, and he was really helpless in his heart, this chubby white-clothed disciple Cheng Huan was Cheng Qi's nephew, and he couldn't afford to offend.

Cheng Huan must have wanted to participate in the competition in three years, so he wanted to seize the time to practice, so he threw the errand to himself.

To go, or not to go?

Yan Wushuang was a little hesitant, he wanted to concentrate on cultivation quietly in his stone house, but Cheng Huan was obviously the master he couldn't provoke. After thinking about it, Yan Wushuang still decided to go to Liuyunfang City. One came to buy for Cheng Qi, and by the way, bought some things for himself.

In addition to improving cultivation, cultivating immortals is equally important for magic and magic weapons. Like Yan Wushuang, he couldn't even use a low-level fireball technique, and even if he practiced the fourth layer of qi, he couldn't beat a monk of the second level of qi cultivation with magic weapons and spells.

After putting away the storage bag given by Cheng Huan, Yan Wushuang converted the cornucopia into yellow, and then threw all the decomposed materials into the ding.

The next day, Yan Wushuang identified the direction and went to Liuyunfang City.

Liuyunfang is located in the west of Taixumen and belongs to a small market. It is mainly engaged in the cultivation of immortal resources during the foundation building period and the qi training period, and it is a place where scattered cultivators and small families often gather in the vicinity.

The monks in the foundation building period could fly to Liuyunfang in one day, but Yan Wushuang was only practicing the fourth layer of qi, so it still took five days.

Along the way, Yan Wushuang saw a lot of Qi cultivation period cultivators coming and going, all of them heading to Liuyun Fang.

"Hmm, it seems that there are really a lot of people who go to buy things!" Yan Wushuang looked at the people coming and going with interest, and his heart was also very shocked, he never thought that there were so many immortal cultivators in the Canghong Continent.

Cultivating immortals requires spiritual roots, but the chance of people having spiritual roots is very small. At first, Yan Wushuang was the gate sect of the Huoyun Kingdom, and most of the immortal cultivators were concentrated, but along the way, Yan Wushuang deduced that the population of the Canghong Continent must be much larger than the world he was originally in.

"It seems that I have to be more obscene, or I will die!" Yan Wushuang thought, the more people, the greater the danger factor. Not to mention that he is carrying such a heavy treasure as a cornucopia, he is an ordinary immortal cultivator, and if he is not careful, he is likely to become someone else's fish.

Packing up his mood, Yan Wushuang continued to hurry. I am not familiar with the place and have no ability to protect myself, so I try to choose a more remote place to move forward.

Two days later, in a secluded valley, there were bursts of spiritual power fluctuations!

Yan Wushuang walked here, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!

Foundation Monk!