Chapter 30: The Little Black Sword

Bai Xiaosheng's answer was quite detailed, and even the extended life time was said, and Zhang Fan's frowning brows relaxed slightly.

Ten years may be enough time for me to find a way to lift this talisman-like thing on my body. Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and there was hope in his heart.

"Don't be too happy, boy, although you can live a little longer with the help of the aura here, ten years seems to be a long time, but it is actually a short time. For cultivators, a retreat can be as short as a few months or as long as three or five years, so ten years pass in a blink of an eye. ”

Seeing Zhang Fan's relieved look, this mysterious person named Bai Xiaosheng poured down a basin of cold water again.

"Do I have to die at the hands of Master Wang in the end? Hearing this, Zhang Fan's just raised hope was extinguished a lot.

"It's impossible to do it, maybe it's just that my cultivation is not strong enough, and if my cultivation is strong enough, there must be a way to remove the toxins on my body like a curse." ’

Thinking of everything he had done before, even Master Wang had been killed by himself, how could a dead man still have to get himself.

After a while, Zhang Fan stood up from the ground.

"If there is anything that my seniors need my help with, I can do it, and I will do my best."

Although this person named Bai Xiaosheng is now trapped here, Zhang Fan still feels that it is the best policy to have a good relationship with the other party, after all, he has something to ask for now.

When Zhang Fan said this, Bai Xiaosheng said with some displeasure in his heart: "Hmph, is it really time for the old man to answer your question and beg you, if he hadn't promised you before, the old man wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to you." Wait until you're strong enough to say that.

"In that case, senior, then I'll go out, and I'll come back to ask my seniors later. Asked what he wanted to know, Zhang Fan planned to come out.

"Oh yes, I know what this thing is. Zhang Fan just wanted to go out, but suddenly remembered something, and grabbed a trace of those cloud-like air currents into his hands.

"You don't even know this, you idiot! Idiot who doesn't know anything, can't you even feel the aura?" Bai Xiaosheng said almost roaring, with an urge to kill in his voice.

Zhang Fan was embarrassed for a while. Yes, the airflow here is exactly the same as the aura contained in the spirit stone, so it is naturally the aura.

After coming out of the Qiankun bag, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the ground and absorbed the spiritual energy in the spirit stones he got from Master Wang one by one.

Compared with the aura in the Qiankun bag, the aura in this spirit stone is far less than the effect of the clouds and mist in the Qiankun bag.

After Zhang Fan absorbed the clouds and mist in the Qiankun bag, he didn't feel much anymore when he came to absorb the spiritual energy in the spirit stone, just like drinking boiled water, and finally Zhang Fan didn't absorb the two pieces left in his hand.

Sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, Zhang Fan put the little black sword in front of him, and Zhang Fan tried to make the little black sword fly.

For Zhang Fan, this little black sword can be said to be Zhang Fan's life-saving thing, if it weren't for this thing, Zhang Fan would have died in the hands of Master Wang, so Zhang Fan has always kept this little black sword as a treasure.

The consciousness was highly concentrated, and the black air currents were also gathered together, but the little black sword was still well placed on the ground, not moving at all.

Could it be that my mana is not working, Zhang Fan tried to control some of the stones in the cave, and those stones suddenly turned around at will in mid-air under Zhang Fan's control, just like his right-hand man.

But why didn't the little black sword react.

Zhang Fan closed his eyes again and devoted himself to the black sword, and this time Zhang Fan tried to come out.

It's not that the black sword doesn't react, it's that the black sword itself seems to have something inexplicable in it, which makes people feel extremely heavy.

When trying to use the little black sword, Zhang Fan felt that his mind was not controlling a sword, but trying to move a mountain.

I took the black sword in my hand and tried it, but there was no heaviness at all, but with mana, it couldn't move it by half an inch, Zhang Fan thought about it for a long time and didn't find out the reason, so he didn't think about it anymore.

He is still a rookie in terms of cultivation, Zhang Fan has the heart to go to the disciple in the cave next door to ask some questions about cultivation, but he is new to the house, and the relationship with the inner disciple next door is not particularly familiar, so Zhang Fan has to do it.

The facts were similar to what Zhang Fan thought, although he agreed to Zhang Fan to practice next door to his cave, but the old monk next door was still wary of Zhang Fan.

Li Jiu Shennian secretly observed Zhang Fan a few times, and found that Zhang Fan was meditating with his eyes closed in a proper manner in the cave, so the vigilance in his heart was relaxed a little.

He probed Zhang Fan again with his divine thoughts, and found that after Zhang Fan was still cultivating with his eyes closed, Li Jiu had a few more spirit stones in his hand.

There were a lot of these spirit stones, there were thirty of them, and each Qi refining stage disciple only had one spirit stone every three months, but now Li Jiu actually took out so many.

"I, Li Jiu, have been staying in the middle of the Qi Refining Period for more than ten years, in order to prevent the lack of spiritual energy from appearing when I hit the late stage of the Qi Refining Period. Over the years, I have been storing the spirit stones issued by the sect, and these more than thirty spirit stones should be enough to support the spirit stones I need to enter the later stage."

After glancing at the cave where Zhang Fan was next door, Li Jiu's eyes flashed slightly: "This person doesn't look like a person with bad intentions, and my cultivation is higher than this person, presumably this person will not make any rash moves." ”

After Li Jiu finished speaking, he placed the spirit stones evenly around his body and began to breathe and breathe.

A few hours later, the spirit stone in Li Jiu's hand turned into broken powder, Li Jiu raised his head and looked at the spirit stone on the ground that had turned into broken powder, his savings for many years were so wasted.

There was no sign of a breakthrough in the mana in his body, and although he was ready to fail in his heart, the moment he really faced each other, his heart was still somewhat bitter.

"I, Li Jiu, am an inferior spirit root, and I have been staying in the middle of the Qi refining period for decades, and I am afraid that I will not be able to advance an inch in this life. Li Jiu sighed.

And next door to the cave mansion, Zhang Fan is seizing the time to cultivate at this time, and the most precious thing for Zhang Fan now is time.

After Bai Xiaosheng's explanation, Zhang Fan's confusion about cultivation in his heart was reduced a lot, and his goal gradually became clearer.

Now that he is riddled with poison, he only has no more than ten years to live, and only by cultivating in this Qiankun bag may be able to extend the time. The only hope is to improve one's cultivation and extend it for a while.

Even if the time is extended, it will only be ten years, and ten years is too short.

Now Zhang Fan knows intuitively that there are still many secrets of this Qiankun bag, but he has not discovered it due to his lack of strength.

The power of the little black sword taken out of the Qiankun bag alone is extremely terrifying, and the mysterious person in the Qiankun bag, all of this shows that the Qiankun bag is not simple.