"The master-grade flying knife needs to reach level 6, and the merit points are five million!" Looking at the red restricted font on it, Chu Yi almost fainted! He thought that he could be considered a middle-class after he received more than 700,000 merits, but he didn't expect that in the eyes of the system, he might still be a beggar-level person. Just like a county town with a monthly salary of only a thousand yuan, he suddenly earned tens of thousands of yuan. He took his girlfriend to a jewelry store in the provincial capital for a walk, and found that he could only buy a small carat diamond ring. Now Chu Yi felt this way. He originally thought that he could finally have the huge power of the master-grade flying knife, but he didn't expect that he would eventually lose to the cheating system that was like robbing money.

"Forget it, I think I'll die. Let's find something else!" Chu Yi thought with great grief. He was originally full of expectations, but in the end he was lost. If he could have the noble-grade flying knife in his hand, the chance of killing Ao Wuchang would be more than 50%. After all, Chu Yi had seen that kind of terrifying power with his own eyes when he was in the Dreamland Ancestral Land. He believed that even with Ao Wuchang's strength, it would be difficult to be safe and sound under the power of the noble-grade flying knife.

"Search for the upgraded version of the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation!" Chu Yi then handed over 10 meritorious achievements. What he now has is only primary manipulation and law enforcement, and he can only activate nine bronze man formations with nine medium-grade Yuan stones to resist the attacks of powerful men below the fifth-grade Martial Commander. According to the original introduction, after the Eighteen Bronze Man is activated at the same time with the medium-grade Yuan stone, he can withstand the Nine-grade Martial Commander.

A flash of eyes, he actually found it, but looking at the price of 200,000 meritorious points on it, Chu Yi couldn't help feeling the pain.

Although my merit points are always rising and creating peaks, the system's prices can rise much faster than those during economic crisis on earth.

But no matter how painful it is, it is a good thing for Chu Yi to save his life. Even if it is 200,000 points of merit, how can you not buy it?

After deducting the 200,000 merits, Chu Yi began to search in the elixir column. After all, the elixir column is quite convenient, and there are not so many cumbersome things. Just find what you need directly.

"The Origin Pill requires 280,000 merits... But 10% of the chance of being promoted to the Martial Emperor is worth it! It's a pity that my current cultivation is far from enough!" Chu Yi sighed lightly and stopped looking. He looked down and couldn't afford it no matter how magical the pills it was, he couldn't afford it!

Now he has a lot of merit points left, but if you want to buy a higher level, it is still not very useful to him. It can only be said that you can maintain your daily expenses! It's like a person with hundreds of thousands of dollars in a big city, and you have no problems with your daily meals, but if you want to buy a house and have a mistress, you can only waste it at most.

"If I use ten advanced demon cores as the price, how much attack power can I increase without fail!" Chu Yi suddenly asked at this time.

"This question requires a point of merit..." The system began to squeeze Chu Yi again. Unexpectedly, Chu Yi glanced at his mouth, turned his head and planned to go out.

"Forget it, you guy who wants money, I won't improve your weapons anymore!" Chu Yi said angrily.

"Wait, this time you're free!" The system must have a great demand for advanced demon cores, and it's rare that Chu Yi has blackmailed once.

"If the ten advanced demon cores are upgraded, there is a three-percent chance of being promoted to a supreme weapon, and a ninety-seven chance of failure! If it is not the premise of failure, it can increase the power of 50%!" the system replied.

"Three percent chance? This result is really too small, and I can't bear such failure now! Once I fail, the consequences will be unimaginable! In this battle, you can only win but not lose!" Chu Yi thought to himself.

Judging from the situation simulated in the virtual battle arena of the monk just now, if the imperial flying knife can increase its power by 50% again, even that strange weapon with unknown name may not be able to block the blow of the flying knife. So this is the only opportunity now!

"Okay! Then try to improve the performance of the imperial flying knife without failing!" As soon as Chu Yi finished speaking, all the high-level demon cores in the inventory disappeared, and none of them were left behind, which immediately made Chu Yi feel distressed.

Then I heard a strange sound from the Sutra Pavilion. This time it seemed a bit long. After several minutes, the system's sound finally sounded again: "According to the upgrade, the performance of the imperial flying knife weapon has been improved by 55%!"

"Huh? I actually improved 5% more on the basis of success!" Chu Yi was delighted, thinking that this was a real unexpected gain! In this way, this flying knife could probably be considered top among the imperial weapons. If you use it skillfully and master it better, then the chance of defeating Ao Wuchang will be greater.

The Python Emperor has worked hard to collect the demon cores that have been in the past for so many years, but Chu Yi almost lost them all. Of course, no matter what price he paid for in order to save his life and win, it is absolutely worth it for Chu Yi! However, before going out, Chu Yi also exchanged some Yuan-Entering Pills and Peiyuan Pills. In addition, as for low-level elixirs such as Qi Yi Dan, Qi-Enhancing Pills, they were even redeemed in large quantities. With his current merits, it would be a drop in the bucket, just like a person with a monthly salary of tens of thousands of yuan to buy buns and steamed buns, which was not stressful at all.

The cultivation of Fu Bo and Chu Feng are both in the Wuwei stage, especially Fu Bo. With the effect of Peiyuan Dan, I believe that he will be called a martial arts school-level figure in another year, but the New Year's Day is for Chu Yue to take. As for those martial arts children who take Qi-enhancing pills, they are all very lucky.

He entered the virtual battle arena of the monk again, and after simulating Ao Wuchang, he entered the defensive mode. This time, after Ao Wuchang stretched out a strange weapon to block it, he actually continued to penetrate through the broken hole and headed straight to Ao Wuchang's throat. Unfortunately, most of the power above had been offset, and half an inch of piercing into the flesh and never went further.

"What a pity!" Chu Yi sighed, finally retreated from the Sutra Pavilion, and then fell asleep deeply!

On the second day, the Zhou ** team's offensive continued, and the moat was filled in one yard, while Hancheng could only watch and could not even send troops to harass him! After all, there were too few soldiers in the city, and the huge difference between 1:20 and 20 is a miserable no matter how you look at it.

If it weren't for the fact that Hancheng had only one side to defend, and like Qincheng, there wouldn't be enough people to defend the city.

"Listen to the people of Wei State, your commander Feng Qingxuan is dead. Now we surrender to our General Ao Wuchang, you can be compassionate and let you go! The opportunity is rare, please be sure to cherish it!" Zhou State sent many soldiers to shout loudly, shaking the morale of the Wei army.

However, with the help of the essence of the mountain given by Chu Yi, Feng Qingxuan could not see any serious injury except being more haggard, let alone death. Therefore, the soldiers all felt that the people of Zhou were just spreading rumors.

"Who is talking nonsense about Zhou people? Feng Dashen is obviously good, but he actually fooled us with such ridiculous words and wanted to disrupt our military morale. It seems that Ao Wuchang is not very good!" The soldiers were talking privately, and the military morale was naturally very stable. They all thought that Feng Qingxuan was just a minor injury yesterday.

As the saying goes, the general is the soul of the army! The general dies like a soul scattered, which has been like this since ancient times! Moreover, the morale of the army plays a very critical role in the combat strength and ultimate success or failure of an army. Once you know that the general is dead, the morale of the army will definitely be shaken. Fortunately, the soldiers do not believe that Feng Qingxuan is dead, and only Chu Yi and the Governor, who know the inside story, are naturally extremely anxious.

After all, Feng Qingxuan can only last for two more days at most. In two days, Zhou's army might have to fill all the moat. At that time, if Feng Qingxuan's death was reported, the blow to the morale of the army would undoubtedly be huge. Unless within this period of time, someone could lead the army to win a happy game and give them a reassurance.

"Feng Qingxuan, if you are not dead, you might as well come and fight me again!" Ao Wuchang saw Hancheng with high morale, not as lifeless as he had imagined before. He couldn't help but feel confused, so he went out again to challenge the Wei army in order to see whether Feng Qingxuan was alive or dead.

Although he was confident that he could take Hancheng in one fell swoop before the food was exhausted, all he needed was time. However, if he could break the city one day earlier, he could reduce the loss of the army to the greatest extent, it would naturally be better. Because no one wanted to win after entering the desperate situation, it was naturally the best way to win easily.

"Ao Wuchang, Mr. Feng is here, I don't know what you have to do!" Just as everyone was waiting silently, a thick voice came, and Feng Qingxuan suddenly appeared on the top of the city, looking completely unscathed, which made Ao Wuchang stunned for a moment.

You should know that Feng Qingxuan was hit hard yesterday with all his strength, and even the powerful Martial Emperor would be injured, let alone an ordinary ninth-grade martial arts coach? After this night, even if he was not dead, he would definitely not be able to get up. How could he still be so full of energy?

Although there is such a kind of elixir for healing saints in this world, as Feng Qingxuan's identity and cultivation level, he can't afford to use that level! How could Ao Wuchang think that Chu Yi carries the essence of the mountain and after two optimizations in the Sutra Pavilion, the life energy contained in it was simply incredible, which gave rise to the illusion that Feng Qingxuan was unscathed at this time.
Chapter completed!