Buzz ~
There was a faint light flashing in the dark gluttony tripod.
Many ingredients seem to be placed in a mess, but in fact they are clearly separated from each other, some of which revolve around the recipes of Jiuniu and Erhu, and some of them are grouped together.
The evil-suppressing seal and the purple gold evil-swalking treasure gourd slowly rotated against the Kuixing stairs map. The Longyuan Sword was inserted in a corner, cold and arrogant. The only thing that was slightly closer to it was the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
The newly obtained "Moyun Ling" shrank in a corner, and the light was dim, and it was very close to the refining and refining body that had no light after it was refined.
The other ingredients with slightly lower ranks are almost all pressed in the corners, as if there is a strict hierarchy between the ingredients.
"Storage energy."
Looking at the dazzling array of ingredients, Yang Yu was thinking.
Although the "mustard space" in the right palm is not big, it can carry a lot of things with you. During the ten-day pursuit, the Gluttony Cauldron's energy storage pace did not stop.
As the golden beans he swallowed were digested, he was almost full. At most, he could refine another ingredient in the second half of the night.
"I have just broken through the four levels and have not yet consolidated it. The refining of the nine ox and two tigers can be slowed down. The same is true for the refining of gold and body, Mo Yunling..."
He muttered to himself, Yang Yu held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
After the fourth level, he can already condense the true gynecology. A complete and powerful method of practicing true gynecology is what he needs most at the moment.
After these days of running around, there are really many ingredients in his hands that contain the True Gang Cultivation Method.
The snake staff of the old man Baipo, Xiao Qingfeng's long sword, Qi Longsheng's big sword, etc., but he naturally belonged to the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
The value of this sword is extremely high. It not only has the best sword technique, the Qinglong Nine Killings, the best hammer forging weapons and armor techniques, the best breathing "Qinglong Sutra", but also the best internal refining method "Qinglong True Gang" that can understand the "Undefeated Tiangang".
only……
"The advantage of the old Zhang family is not easy to take advantage..."
With a thought in his mind, Yang Yu opened his eyes, without any delay, took out the golden beans from the mustard space in his palm and began to swallow it.
Buzz ~
Not long after, Yu Yang stood up from the medicine bathtub, wiped it clean, put on his clothes, sat cross-legged on the bed, leaving a bit of thought to call the living dead guard.
A heart sank into the gluttony cauldron again.
"Refining, Qinglong Yanyue Sword!"
【Does the ingredients be refined, the Qinglong Yanyue Knife?】
"yes!"
Hurry!
During the Q&A, the gluttonous food cauldron was shining brightly. The Qinglong Yanyue Sword, which was as quiet as a dead person, suddenly showed its sharp edge and spread a large piece of food.
Turned into a peerless edge and slashed at Yang Yu.
"call!"
Yang Yu's heart was calm and allowed to be sharp and physical.
The light and shadow around him changed again, and the sharpness completely submerged him like water. When he watched intently, he saw that the white light jumped, and a lifelike scene quickly approached.
The sun is long and the sky.
Mountains and dense forests.
Plains, wheat fields.
In an instant, the light and shadows turned and fell in front of the wheat field. It was a small village, with roosters crowing and dogs barking, and children playing.
call!
Stepping out one step is like the transformation of time and space.
Even though it was not the first time that the ingredients were refined, Yang Yu was still a little surprised when he stood in front of the village.
The refining of ingredients is naturally not a time and space travel. All of this in front of you is a illusion transformed by the strongest spiritual residues of the previous master.
The more real the illusion, the stronger the spirit of the pre-ingredient.
"so true."
Bent down, grabbed a handful of soil, and felt the texture and smell of soil and plants. Yang Yu was slightly shocked.
Not any illusion can achieve the same effect as the outside world.
The wheat field in front of him and the truth and delicacy of the village are enough to rank among the top three in the illusions he has experienced over the years, including the nine oxen and two tigers.
It is much more real than what Jilong Mountain has left.
Walking slowly into the village, everything in front of you is real.
Chicken, duck, bird, pig, dog, cattle and sheep, farmers who come and work, women who wash in front of the door, and naughty children who play, everything seems to really exist.
And he was like a ghost, wandering, observing.
Not long after, Yang Yu stopped. Here he had almost passed through the village. In front of him was a piece of yellow mud, with a wide martial arts training ground hundreds of feet wide!
There was a room in the field, with swords, guns, swords and halberds on the weapons outside the door, and all eighteen weapons were included.
Looking at this scene, a sense of familiarity arose in Yang Yu's heart.
"Yu Fengxian's martial arts performance venue!"
Yang Yu's heart moved.
Isn’t this scene in front of you exactly the same as the residence of Yu Fengxian in Qingzhou City?
Thinking in my heart, his eyes had fallen on the side of the martial arts venue, not far from the house.
There, there was a little girl in red clothes punching. She was very serious and had a pattern of punches and kicks. She looked only three or four years old, but there were crisp sounds under her punches.
She shouted and practiced with a stern look, her ponytail rolling all the way together.
"Tsk, when the commander was a child, he was also very cute."
Looking at his young boss as tender as a porcelain doll, Yang Yu felt funny.
I slowly approached and saw a sick old man behind the house, lying on a rocking chair and basking in the sun.
The old man had a huge skeleton, but he didn't have much flesh on his body. He coughed from time to time, and he was seriously injured.
In the old man, he felt the aging and dusk energy. Under the huge pain, it was difficult for him to cheer up. This was not an ordinary injury.
Unfortunately, Tongyou could not be used in the illusion, otherwise he could see what injuries the old man had suffered.
"Oh, why did you run out again?"
The old woman who was busy with food in the room wiped her hands and ran out, complaining.
"With the time to wake up now, I will give some advice to Xiao Fengxian."
The old man said with a smile.
"How can you bear to bear to be so young?"
Looking at the sweaty little granddaughter, the old woman felt distressed and complained:
"Boss is afraid that it will not take long. I pity their siblings, who are so young..."
"What a pity, boss, why do you do to save me this old bone?"
The old man's expression was a little dim.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I asked you many times, but you never answered. Who hurts you and the boss? Who is the Taoist of the Mantra of the Jade Dragon Temple? Is it really so powerful?"
The old woman asked.
"It doesn't matter who it is. You won't be much better than me."
The old man coughed and his face became worse and worse:
"It's just that I feel sleepy, and I'm afraid that I will have less and less time to wake up in the future..."
"The imperial doctor is on the way back. Old man, please hold on."
The old woman shed tears when she heard this, holding the old man's dry palm tightly, feeling distressed and uncomfortable.
"The imperial doctor is useless. I am not an ordinary injury, but a wound of magical powers..."
The old man waved his hand, not wanting to continue the topic, and explained hoarsely:
"I am here, everything can be stable. If I don't wake up, I'm afraid that Long Yuandao will have too many troubles. Unfortunately, the eldest brother has not had much time, and the third brother is not interested in political affairs. If the second brother does not die, he will have trouble..."
Listening to this, Yang Yu was shocked and his guess was finally confirmed:
"This old man is King Longyuan!"
Since he knew that Yu Fengxian had an invincible Tiangang in the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, he had speculation about the identity of the commander. Now that he heard this, he finally confirmed.
"You, are you so cruel?"
Listening to this, the old woman's face turned pale:
"The eldest brother is not good, the third brother is determined to become a monk. If the second brother is gone, how can you let me live..."
"I am the king, and all the people in Longyuan are my sons!"
The old man's eyes were sharp for a moment, but in a flash, there was no glory again, but he still grabbed the old woman's wrist and said sternly:
"Asking me, kill him!"
"I, I should be you, I should be you!"
The old woman covered her face and cried, turned around and ran back into the house. Soon, the depressed crying came out.
"My son..."
The old man's hands were hanging down weakly, and he was so weak that he had no strength to get up.
Prison Yang stood quietly, listening.
Based on the identity, dialogue, and some information he knows in reality, he can naturally infer a lot of things.
After the battle of breaking mountains and breaking the temple, the Dragon Yuan King was also severely injured and affected his eldest son. Later, his son died, and he himself fell into a situation that was half asleep and half awake, like a vegetable.
"If you want a mother, kill your son with your own hands..."
Yu Yang shook his head in his heart.
Judging from Long Yuandao's current situation, the old woman obviously did not obey the old prince's instructions, but chose to imprison him. Unfortunately...
"Bully grandma, grandpa is bad! grandpa is bad!"
At this time, the little girl in red ran over, pouting, and looking unhappy.
"It's grandpa who is bad, don't be angry."
The old man touched his granddaughter's little face, full of kindness:
"Your grandma, you're a crying man. My little phoenix fairy must be strong, and you can't cry casually..."
"I won't cry!"
Little girl puts her hands on her hips.
"That's good, that's good."
The old man caressed his granddaughter's face lovingly.
"Grandpa, when will your illness be cured?"
The little girl looked worried. She was ignorant and knew that her grandfather was in a very bad condition at this time.
"As long as Xiao Fengxian practices hard, grandpa will get better."
Pulling the little girl's nose lightly, the old man's body trembled, and he stood up like a rebirth.
"Come on the knife!"
He shouted lightly and heard a roar. The Qinglong Yanyue Sword that was inserted into the ground ten feet away flew over the sky freely like a green dragon, and was held in his palm.
boom!
Yu Yang felt the strong wind rushing to his face.
His feelings were extremely strong. The moment the old man held the knife, there was no longer any aging and dusk aura, but exuded a terrifying aura like a big sun.
It's impossible to look directly at it.
"Old guy, I'll take care of my granddaughter in the future..."
The old man caresses the love knife and puts the little girl's hand on the hilt:
"Our swordsmanship is derived from the Taizu. The essence is only eight words. You must record it and never forget it..."
"What, grandpa?"
The little girl stroked the handle of the knife back and forth, unable to let go of her love.
Chapter completed!