Turn on the theater mode?

The key to the yield of Juyuandan is not in the medicinal materials, but in the compatibility and an additive. This additive is called Baishi, which is produced on the Baimu Peak in the middle of Wanxiu Mountain, which is overgrown with a tree with white bark, which is inherently known as Baimu Peak. Baishi looks like a very ordinary stone, and after being taken back and ground into powder, it is mixed into Juyuandan billet and smelted together, which can greatly improve the yield rate. By chance, Lin He mastered this trick, and found that this kind of white stone can play a role in improving the yield rate in the refining of many kinds of pills.

Alchemy is not difficult, you can master it after a little while, it is nothing more than a short time, and the difficulty is the collection of medicinal materials and the low yield of finished products.

Lin He's collection of white stones has run out, so he has to find some to come back for backup. After leaving the mountain gate, Lin He released his own vehicle, a paper kite made by himself. The disciples of Wanxiumen have flying swords to use, and Lin He, a waste wood that has been abandoned, can only solve the problem of transportation by himself.

When the paper kite was taken out of the back bag, it was only the size of a palm, and there was a groove in the back, and after putting in a first-class spirit stone, the paper kite slowly became larger, until it became a large paper kite about two meters long and floating in the air. Lin He turned over and went up, and the paper kite swayed at an altitude of about three meters, flying slowly at a speed of about 30 kilometers per hour.

The scenery in the mountains is good, Lin He has long seen it rotten, the warm sun shines on his body, and it is comfortable for people to lie on the paper kite and doze off absent-mindedly about anything, and he never thought that he would fall asleep. Until Lin He was awakened by the sound of a fight.

Stopping in the forest and putting away the paper kite, Lin He followed the sound and looked for a way, but saw that in a valley more than 50 meters away, two groups of people were facing each other, and in the open space in the middle, two monks were fighting. After many years of cultivation, although Lin He has nothing to show for nothing, he has developed a pair of good eyes, and he can see clearly from afar, and the two of them are competing as if they are playing a real fire.

If you look closely, you can see that there are people on one side who really know each other. Si Zilong, the senior brother of Wanxiumen Nanzong, and Yun Xiangyi, the second senior sister, were all standing on the side and watching, and the young people who were fighting in the arena embroidered a symbol of Wanxiumen Nanzong with green thread on their chests - a green mountain. Looking at the person opposite, there is no doubt that it is a person from the Northern Sect, because there is a sword embroidered on his chest. Wan Lao Er, who pulled the pole to split the sect at the beginning, was a master of sword cultivation. I heard that Wan Lao Er has broken through the Jindan stage and is a master of Yuanying.

The two young men who were fighting were holding a sword in their hands, and the sword qi was flying around, as if they were holding back and wanted to kill their opponents. It seems that the fight is very fatal, but in fact, neither of them seems to be able to treat each other well, because they have opened a defensive magic weapon, Wanxiumen's specialty iron and wood refining magic shield. According to Lin He's understanding, these two are about the fifth level of Qi training, and the sword qi they released cannot penetrate the defense of the iron and wood shield at all, so the momentum of the fight is amazing, and there is actually no danger. Unless they release other magic weapons, for example, Lin He has a defense-breaking magic weapon in his back pocket - Soul Sand, which can reduce the opponent's defense by throwing it. Well, the sand has nothing to do with the soul, the reason why it is called this is because it will make a whining ghost cry when it is used, and the timid will panic when they hear it.

The disciples of the two sects in the north and south fight in private, this kind of thing is very common, as long as you don't get killed, under normal circumstances, the teachers on both sides will not care too much, the cultivation realm speaks with ability, whoever has the big fist is reasonable, no one talks about the truth, if you want others to obey your wishes, you have to show your ability first.

The elder brother Si Zilong, who was standing in the field, was tall, dressed in white and elegant and chic in the wind, while pointing at the field, Yun Xiangyi, who was dressed in red, whispered two sentences in his ear from time to time, causing a shallow smile and a swaying figure. What is outrageous is that this guy has a little white face that can catch a woman's eyeballs.

Glancing enviously at the flying sword on the waist of this goods, Lin He hesitated for a moment whether to turn on the theater mode. With his cultivation, it is not difficult to avoid the discovery of several people in the arena, because now their attention is on the fight, but it will be difficult to leave after the fight.

Just when Lin He hesitated, a flying monk suddenly appeared in the sky, and a voice was heard from a distance: "Hahaha, a few juniors are having a lot of fun here." Hey, this ** is a little bit beautiful, but go back with the fallen master, and in the future, you will practice vigorously and be happy. ”

The phantom flying in the air was still hundreds of meters away, but the sound had already arrived first. But when he heard that there was a disciple of the Northern Sect in the field, he shouted fearlessly: "Where did the wild Taoist priest come from, dare to spread wild on the territory of Wanxiumen." As soon as the words fell, a phantus fell from the sky, and with a snap, the disciple was slapped hard in the face, and a mouthful of blood spit out with two molars.

"It's not good, it's Wanxiu old monster, the master of the Jindan period, everyone run. Si Zilong, who was still dashing and pointing at the country just now, didn't even shout, he had already started the flying sword and fled, and the person who shouted turned out to be a disciple of the Northern Sect opposite.

This Wanxiu old monster is a well-known loose cultivator in the Wanxiu Mountain area, uh, translated into the vernacular, it is a cultivator. This Taoist person has another Taoist temple on a mountain peak on the west side of Wanxiu Mountain, and has raised a hundred and ten female disciples for the Ding furnace for his double cultivation. The old guy's cultivation is quite high, and Wanxiumen is not only fighting infighting, but under normal circumstances, the two sects in the north and south do not violate the river water with the well water.

This old monster is a demon in the middle of the color, a female disciple of the northern and southern sects of Wanxiumen, and has the experience of being taken away by him for a period of time and then released. Fortunately, after these female disciples were taken away, their cultivation could indeed be improved, in this world that attaches great importance to strength and does not pay much attention to chastity, such a thing happens, unless it is a very important foundation, and the ordinary disciples have an accident, and the big figures of the northern and southern sects also turn a blind eye.

The swishing phantoms continued, and the foundations of the two northern and southern sects in the field flew away in an instant, leaving only a second senior sister Yun Xiangyi with a flustered face, who was still with her just now, and the senior brother of you and me was gone. Leaving behind an overly frightened Yun Xiangyi, he was paralyzed and shivering on the ground.

Lin He, who was hiding in the forest, sighed secretly, the ups and downs of life were too exciting, and when he decided to flash quietly, he didn't expect that as soon as he moved, he saw a phantom shadow swishing in front of him, and a Taoist priest with a goatee stood in front of him.

"Junior, others heard the prestige of the old way, and they were scared and ran away, why didn't you run?"

The old monster had an evil look on his face, Lin He sighed secretly, and said in his heart: Lao Tzu didn't want to run, didn't he have time to run?

"It's not that the kid doesn't want to run, but in front of your old Long Wei, his hands and feet have long been scared. Lin He showed a flattering face, bowed his head and flattered the old monster Wanxiu.

Hearing the word "Long Wei", the old monster was very happy and said: "You junior is very good at talking, so I'll let you go today." ”

This old guy has a strange personality, both good and evil, never reasoning with others, and handling things depends entirely on his mood. Lin He had already heard about this old guy's matter, and of course he didn't dare to joke with his own life.

"Thank you, Lao Xian! I didn't expect you to be such a kind person, you are the only master that the kid has ever seen who is willing to talk to the kid kindly. Lin He rubbed his hands, looking very excited, but his eyes were dripping towards Yun Xiangyi, which had recovered a little, touching the sword at his waist with one hand, looking like he was not going to give in. Lin He said in his heart, this girl is a little bold, but it's a pity that a monk who has practiced qi at the eighth level has no chance to resist against a Jindan master. Hey, the greatest sorrow in life is to watch others enjoy it, but you can only watch it.

"Boy, you have a vision, I didn't expect you to fall in love with this **. Dao Ye looks at you pleasing to the eye, just lack of a clever little guy around you, you go back with Dao Ye, the female disciples in the Taoist temple, you can choose to enjoy, even if you look at the ** in front of you, Dao Ye has enjoyed it, you can also enjoy it. Seeing Lin He's eyes glancing over, the old monster immediately said something to him, his eyes rolled a few times, and the corners of his mouth showed an imperceptible sneer.

Lin He showed a yearning on his face, threw himself to the ground at the old monster, and said loudly: "Thank you for the favor of the old immortal, the kid is grateful, and he can't repay your kindness for the rest of his life." The words of the flesh and numb poured out like money, causing Yun Xiangyi to show a disgusted expression.

Lin He smiled and didn't see it, but said to Yun Xiangyi: "Second senior sister, it's been a long time." The old fairy sees you as your blessing, obediently go back with the old fairy, and enjoy endless happy days in the future. ”

Seeing him like this, Wan Xiu's old monster put away his vigilant eyes, this kid doesn't look like a master who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, but a newcomer who practices qi at the first level. It seems that his actions just now are all true, not like fake.

"Shut up! As a disciple of the master of Wanxiu Sect, this girl can have her head cut off, blood can flow, and the face of the sect cannot be lost. Yun Xiangyi turned his heart and retorted loudly. Today's incident really broke her heart, she had a deep affection for her senior brother, but she didn't expect that the senior brother, who usually spoke flatteringly to herself and was obedient, actually ran away when the matter came. was caught by the old monster, and he was inevitably insulted by him, and his heartbroken wait to be put back in the future without face, it is better to die now.

As for the undisciplined kid in front of him, Yun Xiangyi recognized it, he was still one of Shi Niang's inner disciples at the beginning, and he had no progress in three years of Qi training, and Shi Niang gave him two more years, and he gave up after five years of no progress. I didn't expect to meet this kid in this place, but I didn't expect this kid to be so spineless.

"Old fairy, this girl doesn't give you face, it's better for you to accept her on the spot, so that the kid can also see the fine skin and tender flesh of this girl. Hehe, the kid has been thinking about this girl for a long time, you look at her figure, tsk, you want to have a face, you want to have tits, and two long legs, it's really the best. After the old fairy finished eating this beautiful meat, the kid just took a sip of soup. Lin He turned his head with a lewd and cheap smile on his face, swallowed his saliva violently, and slowly moved to Yun Xiangyi's side while talking, and kept turning his head to compare, how his figure was, how his legs were.