Ye Ting took a pill and swallowed it into his mouth. The true qi in his body recovered nearly half in just one breath. However, if he wanted to activate the Qinglian Anger Sea again, he would need at least 60% of the true qi. If the Qinglian Anger Sea adds some changes, it would consume 80% of the true qi.

And he had no other choice than this sword. The fighting techniques on the wasteland were crude, and it was difficult to kill wild beasts, let alone facing the enemy in front of him.

The silver light penetrated the tiger's head. The tiger's head was not damaged. It bit the iron-backed silver bear's head as soon as it opened. What's strange is that the silver light did not dissipate, and at least hundreds of them penetrated into the body of the numb-faced monk.

The face of the monk with a face turned black, and all the pockmarks were no longer noticeable.

How could a monster in the condensation stage release its magic?

Ye Ting had to take the risk to take action, but his true energy recovered to 60%. Unexpectedly, the Mama-faced monk and the Iron-backed Silver Bear fought both sides and suffered both losses!

This kind of thing is quite rare. One of the iron-backed silver bear's heads was almost bitten off by the tiger's head, and it would definitely not be able to survive. The numb-faced monk's legs trembled, the true energy on his body was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and the blackness on his face was so black that it was the result of blood seeping out of his skin.

Ye Ting threw down the wooden sword, snatched the dagger in the hand of the thin monk, and pushed the corpse down, looking at the monk with a numb face.

"Save me..." Two words appeared in the throat of the monk Mami.

Ye Ting gave him a bright smile and replied with two words: "No help."

"I will tell you who it is... instructing me, he..." The mahjong monk said intermittently, and Ye Ting took two steps back and waited patiently for the mahjong monk to die of poison.

The bronze medal in the hand of the monk with a face flashed, and it dropped to the ground with a bang, and the tiger's head, which was still biting the iron-backed silver bear, dissipated.

Seeing the monk from Mami pounce on the ground, Ye Ting said, "Hey, are you dead?"

The body of the monk with a face twitched. Ye Ting shook his head, ignored him, turned around and cut off the thin monk's head with the dagger in his hand and tied it to his waist. Then he walked towards the corpse of the iron-backed silver bear.

Monster beasts are different from humans. They are equivalent to the human condensation period, and there are demon pills. The magic of the iron-backed silver bear is weird. Maybe it is a mutated variety, and the quality of the demon pills will be much higher.

When the monk saw that Ye Ting was not deceived, he refused to approach him and felt desperate.

Is it worth losing his life for a foundation-building pill? He regretted it and regretted believing his fifth brother. If he didn't do this, he would at least be an inner disciple of the Dragon City. What's the point of not building a foundation? If he stayed for more than ten years and put it outside, he would have decades of majestic life.

I am dead, and there is still a son in Yulong City. Will the city lord let him go? It's so funny. When I was planning to escape from Fengzhou, I never thought about the life or death of the child. Now that I am about to die, the child has become a bond that I will reluctantly give up.

The dagger was sharp, and Ye Ting cut open the iron-backed silver bear's chest, explored his right hand in the gap between the bones, and grabbed a yellow demon pill. The size of a demon pill was fist, and it was bumpy on it. It was thrown on the side of the road like a trash.

Such an object could not be stuffed in the storage bag. Ye Ting opened the thin monk's storage bag and looked inside. He found that it was very empty, and it looked two feet square, but a jade bottle attracted Ye Ting's attention.

Ordinary bottles that hold low-level elixirs are all porcelain, with paper talismans sticking on them to prevent elixirs from mutating. This jade bottle is usually filled with high-level elixirs, which is a equipment itself.

Look at the back of the bottle, there are two magical texts, with the word "Founding" written on it.

It turns out to be the foundation-building pill!

The foundation-building pill is quite precious. If a condensate cultivator fails to reach the foundation-building realm, he will be almost 80% sure of building a foundation with the help of this elixir. If he still fails after taking it, then this qualification may not be suitable for practice, so he should stop.

However, the true disciples of large sects have hardly eaten this thing. Foundation building is not a very difficult level for them. The real difficulty is the elixir. The number of such foundation building pills is very rare.

Because refining is not easy, the sect will not spend resources on ordinary inner disciples. Only sects outside the sect, members of the Foundation Establishment Stage, are more important, and the number determines everything, will they find ways to refine such things.

If it is Yulong City, you will consider investing in the Foundation Establishment Pill and can fully cultivate one or two true disciples. Yulong City has the Foundation Establishment Pill, but it is to reward those inner disciples who have made great contributions and give hope to disciples with slightly inferior qualifications.

This means that in Yulong City, the Foundation Building Pill is very valuable.

Moye Sect is best at refining this thing. A foundation-building pill will make the cultivators and families below compete. Ye Ting happily put the bottle back. What price is this thing selling in Yulong City? It seems to be ten white jade talismans!

Pills of the same level can only be sold for ten to twenty purple gold talismans. The exception is the foundation-building pill. Not to mention the price, you cannot buy them with a thousand purple gold talismans, you only need to collect white jade talismans.

Ten white jade talisman money, my income in the past year! Only the elders who have made pills can be willing to take out so much white jade talisman money.

The monk from Mama was still twitching, and the poison in him occurred quickly and died slowly. Such toxins usually make people feel boundless pain, and it would be better to die earlier.

Ye Ting did not dare to take the risk to approach. The life breath of the thoracic monk was still there. He turned over the corpse of the iron-backed silver bear, opened a hole with a dagger behind the skull, and reached in and touched it.

Sure enough, there is a second demon pill. The master asked him to die first to study in the Ice Academy.

The demon pills of monsters are basically in the heart and the demon pills that produce demon pills on the head basically carry a trace of innate aura and are of high value. Although they cannot be used for their own ten directions of purgatory, they can be dozens of times more expensive than the yellow demon pills when sold.

Although the casual cultivator also knew that there was no method of obtaining pills. Even if he occasionally encountered a demon pill mutated by a monster, his innate energy would be dissipated when he was picked, and his value would be reduced.

Huh? It seems that someone is approaching, the distance is too far, and his spiritual sense cannot be reached!

Ye Ting is much more cautious now and doesn't want to take risks. He took out the wooden talisman and put it in his belt. There are many treasures on the mutated iron-backed silver bear. Ye Ting had no time to deal with it, so he had to turn around and come to the vicinity of the magnolia. He threw a stone from afar and smashed it hard behind the head of the magnolia. With a puff, the magnolia was smashed and blood flew everywhere.

Because there was no real energy to resist, the monk on the face of the numb face stopped twitching. Ye Ting stepped forward and grabbed the storage bag and cut his head with a dagger. Suddenly he remembered that there was another piece of equipment, and turned around to the ground to pick up the bronze medal.

The aura of the monk in the distance was approaching, and his spiritual sense could be sensed.

Ye Ting's true energy had recovered by 80% at this time. He turned around and ran towards the gate when he came. He stayed next to the mother bear's corpse for a while, took the mother bear's inner elixir, and then rushed to the place when he came to urge the wooden talisman.

After three breaths, a bronze gate appeared in front of him. Ye Ting stepped in and turned around and saw a tall figure appearing on the distant hillside.

No matter whether he is an enemy or a friend, I will talk about it when I come back.

When Ye Ting saw the bronze door behind him closed, he calmed down. He opened the skin on the ground, washed his face with clean water, and ate dry food. Ye Ting first adjusted his breath for a quarter of an hour before opening the storage bag of the monk's smear.

The thin monk had no money in his storage bag. This monk with a squid face was different. There were three purple jade talismans lying in it, and there was also a jade bottle, which was also the foundation-building pill.

The inner disciples have five purple jade talismans paid every month, which is probably too small and cannot make ends meet.

This is normal. Most of the elixirs in the condensation stage are ten purple jade talismans, and a bottle of twelve. The qualifications of inner disciples are not as good as those of true teachings. They take more elixirs and can't save anything.

After time, he could not leave here. Ye Ting took off two heads and got into a huge bag. He left for eighteen days, and if he didn't put them away, he would rot if he didn't put them away.

Ye Ting did not feel uncomfortable with killing. Life in the northern wilderness is cruel. Strange hunters are not cooperative. When they meet on a narrow road, it is even more dangerous than meeting wild beasts.

Ye Ting didn't think about the two inner disciples, so he simply slept on the ground for an hour. When he woke up, he was already full of energy and full of energy.

Ye Ting pushed open the second metal door and walked through the narrow corridor. At the end was a closed hall, and in the center of the hall were one hundred metal puppets formed in formations.

Ye Ting looked at the metal puppet carefully and was immediately depressed. This metal puppet was clearly used as a target for disciples of Dragon City. It was extremely strong and even the foundation-building monks were difficult to destroy.

Model He still remembers that if you don’t activate the true qi attack of this kind of puppet, it will stand there and remain unmoved. After entering the Qinglian Angry Sea, you should come here first, familiarize yourself with the sword technique, and then kill the monsters.

In the next seven days, Ye Ting practiced swordsmanship with the puppets in this hall.

On the seventh day, when his nine hundred-word formula turned into a sword song, Qinglian Angry Sea finally got a glimpse of the way. He could already decompose the structure of this move without having to be completed in one go. When the green lotus bloomed, the unfolding lotus petal sword shadow could be operated for the second time, which was different from what he originally thought.

The power of the Lotus Petal Sword Shadow can even be stronger than the first strike, it depends entirely on how you adjust the explosion of true qi.

If you continue to calculate in detail, this move does not even have to release the Lotus Petal Sword Shadow, but uses true energy to control the sword and attack different enemies one after another. As long as your sword weapon is tough enough and not destroyed by true energy, the power of the sword move will be much stronger.

The boy in the sword manual demonstrated his sword technique, using the Iron Sword. Even the sword of the talisman level will not be broken.

That was what the Lord of Jinao Island looked like when he was a teenager. At that time, he didn’t even have a talisman at hand! Sixteen years old should mean sixteen years old.

Ye Ting was fascinated by his leisurely years and had a deep understanding of the anger demonstrated in the sword score. In his heart, the mantra of the Qinglian Sword Song Qi Refining Chapter was like a fairy sound, flowing slowly.
Chapter completed!