This animal skin that records the formula of the magic weapon is probably because of its special material, and it seems that even in an extremely harsh environment, it can be preserved for a long time. So after checking, the three of them all printed a copy of the magic weapon's refining method.

As for the original animal skin, Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng threw it to Wang Baole. After all, among the three, only Wang Baole is a magic weapon division. If this magic weapon formula had not had a certain reference value, the two would not have copied it. After all, even if it was copied, it would be difficult to refine it.

In addition, Zhao Yameng and Zhuo Yifan were unscrupulous in the elixir. They were now at a critical moment of breakthrough in their cultivation level, and they had a lot of demand for such external forces. After all, they were only one shot at the moment, especially Zhao Yameng. Therefore, when it comes to distribution of elixirs, they took most of them, and Wang Baole just took away the elixirs he needed to go into seclusion next time.

Next was allocating the disciple token. Zhuo Yifan smiled and looked at Wang Baole, and directly chose to give up. On the one hand, he knew that he had not done enough, and on the other hand, he also understood Wang Baole's dream, which naturally became a beauty.

Zhao Yameng was like this. He didn't even look at the tokens, and he waved his hand to Wang Baole, which made Wang Baole excited. He was thinking about how to speak before. Although everyone is good brother, these tokens are military achievements after all.

"Ya Meng, Yifan, don't worry, as long as I become the president of the Federation, you two will be my left and right hands. At that time, we three brothers will achieve the way of the Emperor together!" Wang Baole spoke in anger, and did not notice that Zhao Yameng's face was slightly cold, obviously she was a little resistant to the word "brother".

Zhuo Yifan smiled silently and handed the compass of three magic weapons to Zhao Yameng. He took away another eighth-grade magic weapon, and then put the broken ninth-grade spear in front of Wang Baole.

With the relationship between the three, there is no need to say anything more. After all the resources were allocated, they scanned the surroundings again and confirmed that there was no obstacle here, so they began their respective retreats.

For Zhuo Yifan, his determination to make himself strong was extremely firm. He did not want to happen again as the incident of being captured by his family back then. He had never mentioned the experience of being detained in the family to anyone, but in his heart, it was a tearing pain that was difficult to heal.

Therefore, he was extremely eager to become a strong man, and even if it required a price to pay, he could accept it. For example, after deducing and judging this time, he knew that after practicing this inheritance, he would probably not have people, and no soldiers, but he could bear such consequences as long as he could become stronger!

Therefore, when he was in seclusion, on the one hand, he wanted to break through to the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, and on the other hand, he wanted to use the magical powers of the Nine Changes of the Divine Soldier to merge the war soldiers in his body. Even if he tried this process a little before, it was as painful as if he was thrusting his bones, but his firmness and decisiveness in his eyes revealed the extremely cruel decision in his mind!

As for Zhao Yameng, although she does not have the desire to become a strong man like Zhuo Yifan, she deserves to be at the forefront of both her background and her own qualifications in this era when the federal civilization was first opened. The most important thing is that although she does not desire to become a strong man, she has a strong persistence in practicing and the great way her father once mentioned.

"Meng'er, the great way is three thousand. Although each of them can tell the legendary origin, the width and thinness are different. According to the judgment of being a father, the formation method that is most in line with you is not a shortcut, but its achievements are enough to be listed in the top ten ways!"

This was mentioned in a conversation between Zhao Yameng and her father and her father, even now, Zhao Yameng still remembers it. As her eyes closed, countless arrangements and array patterns appeared in her heart. She slowly immersed in it. While experiencing the array patterns, she swallowed the elixir in her mouth, which quickly turned into a driving force. While supporting her to understand, she was also bombarding the shackles of foundation building!

Seeing that both of them were in seclusion, even if Zhao Yameng set up a formation before seclusion, even the cross-legged figure here dared not appear, but he was still a little worried. After all, although this place is relatively safe, it is just relative to the sea of ​​fire outside.

Therefore, while pondering, Wang Baole slapped the storage bag and pulled out the little donkey directly. After coming to Cangmang Dao Palace, Wang Baole began to be busy and almost forgot the little donkey. After pulling it out of the storage bag, the little donkey was a little wilted, lying there, looking at Wang Baole resentfully.

"Son!"

"Son, what a fool! Get up and work, stare at me, and you can scream if you are in danger!" Wang Baole felt guilty and thought to himself that he was really not suitable to be a father, and he always forgot about his sons.

"Hey, I seem to have a son who forgot..." Wang Baole scratched his head. Just as he was about to recall, Zhao Yameng, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly burst out from his body that was comparable to the Killing Pill.

"This is an impact!" Wang Baole immediately looked at it, no longer thinking about which son he had forgotten. Until he was sure that although Zhao Yameng's impact would last for a while, it seemed that because he had accumulated enough, there would be no problem with his accumulation. Then he kicked the aggrieved little donkey.

"Hurry up and work!" Wang Baole glared.

The little donkey suddenly whipped his nose and got up helplessly, looking around with a look of indifference. This expression made Wang Baole feel a little guilty, so he softened his heart and he took out the only bag of open snacks left by himself.

There are less than ten pieces left here. Whenever Wang Baole misses the Federation, he will take out one piece and lick it in his mouth. It can be said that it is his favorite, but now, obviously, his love for his son is beyond everything, so Wang Baole gritted his teeth and took out one piece and threw it to the little donkey.

The little donkey's eyes lit up and he came over to eat, but he seemed to feel a bit strange, so he smelled it, and his expression showed hesitation...

"Get out, what do you mean? I'll give you another chance to show your expression again!" Wang Baole's face suddenly looked ugly, stared at the little donkey, raised his hands and pinched his fingers, making a crackling sound.

The little donkey shivered, and the expression on his face instantly turned into excitement and desire. He ate the snacks without hesitation, and showed an intoxicating look, which made Wang Baole pat his head with satisfaction.

"Okay, since I have eaten my treasure, go and protect the Dharma!" After Wang Baole finished speaking, he sat cross-legged and ignored it, took out the pill and swallowed it, and began to meditate and practice.

His cultivation level had reached the peak of the early stage of the Killing Pill before, and was only a little short of the middle stage of the Killing Pilling Pilling. After experiencing many inheritances here, although he did not fully understand it, he gained a lot. The distance between the Killing Pilling Pilling was already over. At this moment, as the cultivation level was activated and the power of the pill melted, the impact began immediately!

Seeing that Wang Baole was in seclusion, the little donkey, who was taking a patrol and guarding posture, immediately retching. With its appetite for eating anything, it actually retching. This was the first time it had appeared. But after vomiting for a long time, seeing that it hadn't vomited anything, the little donkey sighed obviously, and with all his helplessness, he lowered his head and licked the ground. He snapped without thinking, but there was nothing on the ground, but it jumped up in pain.

As time passed, three days later, the little donkey was extremely bored here. Seeing that Wang Baole and the other two had nothing to do, it turned to look at the sea of ​​fire not far away, and then ran over quickly, taking a sip of the sea of ​​fire...

Obviously the sea of ​​fire tasted badly. The donkey shivered and his tongue stretched out. He had no choice but to come back and continue to lie there, licking the ground, his eyes rolling, thinking about whether he wanted to change his father. This fat man abused him too much, and he was not a good father.

It was not until seven days later that Zhuo Yifan was the first to break through. With the roar coming from his body, a breath of foundation-building great perfection, even infinitely close to the elixir, burst out directly from his body.

Even more, under this explosion, an illusory shadow that could only appear when the elixir was formed, which was a red flying sword!
Chapter completed!