Twenty days later, hundreds of feet above the Shengxing Mountains, a faint white light flashed through the large clouds and disappeared into another cloud in the blink of an eye.

Han Ming stood at the bow of the Lingwu Boat, watching the slowly healing of the clouds and mist behind him, and the light white smoke generated by the Lingwu Boat, and the unconcealed joy appeared on his face.

This spiritual mist boat is worthy of being the best among the top spiritual weapons. Its flight rate is far beyond Han Ming's expectations. It is many times faster than the Qingye magic weapon he had before. Before activates all its power, there is no need to escape from the ordinary foundation-building cultivator!

Although it was the first time to use this Spirit Mist Boat, Han Ming quickly thoroughly understood the various attributes of this Spirit Mist Boat, and knew the limits of the Spirit Mist Boat's invisibility and flying in all aspects.

Han Ming knew that with his current magic power of the twelve levels of Qi training, as long as he stimulated the Spirit Mist Boat with all his strength, he would escape no less than that of the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage. If he stimulated the five intermediate-level spirit stones on the central formation of the Spirit Mist Boat, the degree of this Spirit Mist Boat would probably be far away from the ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators!

If he advances to the foundation building stage, then activates the Spirit Mist Boat with all his strength and activates the five medium-grade spirit stones in the center of the formation, then the escape of the Spirit Mist Boat should not be lower than that of the ordinary ancestor Jiedan.

When Han Ming thought of the five intermediate-grade spirit stones in the center of the Spirit Mist Boat, he couldn't help but twitch his face slightly. If he hadn't sold all the various materials and magic weapons on his body, he wouldn't have exchanged for five medium-grade spirit stones!

Turning his head and looking at the Shengxing Mountain behind him, Han Ming turned his head and sat cross-legged on the spiritual boat. He couldn't help but recall what happened a few days ago in his mind.

Since the arm of the monk named Lou was cut off that day, Han Ming has been practicing in his own stone chamber. All the matters related to the sales of books were handled by Yu Yan, and the spirit stones he obtained naturally fell into her pocket.

Although he had been practicing, Han Ming was always concerned about the situation on the stone chamber, afraid that Uncle Lou would come to cause trouble. However, such a thing was not born. The library was always very calm, and everything was still the same. Uncle Lou seemed to have no idea about this matter!

Such a peaceful life took about ten days. It was not until one day that Yu Yanxian called him outside his stone room that Han Ming stopped practicing and walked out of the stone room. However, it was the disciple of Wanwu Pavilion who came to find him.

When Han Ming saw that disciple, he was immediately delighted and quickly walked forward for inquiries.

As expected, the mission to the capital was indeed issued, and the disciple secretly detained it. He came to inform Han Ming as soon as possible and waited for him to collect it!

Han Ming thanked a few times, and immediately followed the disciple to Wanwu Pavilion to complete the task internally.

When he was walking with Han Ming, an unconcealed expression of envy appeared on the face of the disciple of Wanwu Pavilion. This not-stunning senior brother Han could work with Yu Yanliang, a famous beauty in Qi training period. How could people not be envious?

The disciples of Wanwu Pavilion did not hide their emotions, so Han Ming could see it at a glance, but he didn't say much. The things he pursued were different, and his understanding of the same things was different.

After walking out of Wanwu Pavilion, Han Ming went to the weapon refining pavilion and sold all the various Qi training materials on his body. He also sold several spiritual weapons with low grades from Ge Xu and others.

The value of the materials obtained from the small islands in that lake is above Han Ming's expectations. More than a dozen pieces sold thousands of spirit stones. Adding to those magic weapons, Han Ming sold 1,500,600 spirit stones.

After leaving the library, Han Ming walked out of the weapon refining pavilion and went to Wanfu Pavilion again. He used the newly obtained spirit stone to buy some possible talismans, and then released the Qingye magic weapon and flew back to the library.

Afterwards, he went to see Duanmu Xiao and told him that he had received the task to the capital and could go to the capital to perform the task.

Duanmu Xiao didn't say much. He didn't even come out of his own stone gate. He just threw out a pale blue jade pendant for Han Ming to wear it with him. He also asked him to be careful in everything. After handling the matter, he would come back as soon as possible, practice honestly, and strive to succeed in building the foundation as soon as possible.

Han Ming took the light green jade pendant, worshiped for a moment, then retreated back to his stone chamber, and after cleaning up, he walked out to find Yu Yan's wife, explained slightly, released the Qingye magic weapon, and flew out of the sect.

Han Ming was careful when he was in the sect and did not dare to be honest. He walked around outside and was sure that no one followed him before he released the spiritual mist boat, drilled into the clouds, and rushed out of the Shengxing Mountains.

Han Ming sat cross-leggedly, touched the storage bag, took out two pieces of jade, placed them flat in his hand, and looked at them carefully with his eyes squinted.

These two pieces of jade are extremely ordinary, without any spiritual energy, and are no big difference from ordinary jade. Moreover, with the transparency of this kind of jade, it is not worth much silver among ordinary people!

Han Ming first stared at the pale blue jade pendant, which was given to him when Duanmu Xiao left, and asked him to wear it with him, saying that it could release the shield and protect his life in a crisis.

Han Ming stumbled into it, but there was a light green mist in the middle of the jade pendant. A trace of needle-tip light faintly appeared in the mist, and his spiritual sense was stinging.

This jade pendant looks ordinary on the outside, but it doesn’t use the cave inside. The green light is very extraordinary. Han Ming didn’t dare to detect it more, for fear that the jade pendant would be stimulated by him, so he would be a little loss. After all, Duanmu Xiao said it was a disposable consumable!

In turn, he adjusted it and took a few more glances, but there was no other strange place. Han Ming took out a thin rope made of monster muscles purchased not long ago from the storage bag, walked through the hole in the middle of the jade pendant, and hung it around his neck.

Han Ming felt that Duanmu Xiao would not harm him.

Putting away the light green jade pendant, Han Ming put the black jade in front of him. His eyes looked at the black raw stone a little more solemn than the light green jade pendant he had seen before.

This black jade is more ordinary than the light green jade pendant. Not only is it an ordinary piece of jade on the outside, but it is also no different from ordinary jade on the inside. The spiritual sense penetrates it but cannot detect any abnormality.

There was nothing special about it when he looked left and right. Han Ming was not giving up. He injected a trace of magic power into it, but he found that as much magic power as he injected it, he found that the jade was not a spiritual weapon or a magic weapon at all, and could not be activated with magic power.

After reading the jade pendant for more than half a day, Han Ming didn't show anything. He couldn't help but sigh slightly: "This jade is too ordinary. There are so many impurities inside. Even if it is in ordinary people, I'm afraid I can't even exchange a tael of silver. No wonder Master Qiao couldn't see anything special at the beginning. It was just an ordinary piece of jade. But how could such an ordinary piece of jade appear in that pavilion? It was at least the cave of the Jindan-stage cultivator, and it was specially painted on the dragon skin at that time!"

After looking at it for a while, there was still nothing special about it. Han Ming couldn't help but put his heart in his hand, and a ray of orange-red flame appeared at the tip of his index finger, and he leaned towards the black jade.

The flame was condensed by Han Ming using a fire bomb technique. In terms of destructive power alone, not to mention a small piece of jade, even a huge stone of half a foot can be blown to pieces, but this small jade has endured it and has not changed at all!

After burning for half a quarter of an hour, the jade was still good, without any change. Han Ming was surprised and happy, so surprised that it was too hard. He was happy that this jade was really not an ordinary thing, otherwise why could it withstand this fire bomb technique!

After tilting his head and thinking about it, Han Ming touched the storage bag with one hand, took out a light golden talisman, and injected a trace of magic weapon into it. The talisman suddenly turned into a red and gold sword about an inch long, and bombarded the jade with three faint sword energy.

"Ding, ding, ding." Whether it was the golden little sword or the few sword energy, Fang Yi bombarded the jade and was easily bounced away, and even a trace of white marks remained on it.

Seeing this, Han Ming couldn't help but frown. He flipped his hand and took out an azure blue talisman. He threw it at the jade with a finger. Suddenly, a biting cold air swept across.

After a few breaths, the floating jade was sealed by a blue monster ice, just like a blue ice lump.

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Half a day later, Han Ming let out a long breath of depression, raised his eyes and looked at the jade floating in the air, his eyes full of surprise.
Chapter completed!