As Li Soul swallowed in, the Soul-Retaining Card that was originally floating in the air cracked and broke into two sections from the middle.

The destruction of the Soul-Retaining Card made Yuwen Chenggang feel sad, but what made him feel even more heartbroken now was the skeleton hammer surrounded by the blue jade tent. This magic weapon is the magic weapon that Yuwen Chenggang has been training since he became the golden elixir, and can be regarded as his natal magic weapon. If it has been destroyed, it will be almost fatal to him.

But at this time, the connection between the skeleton hammer and his mind seemed to be cut off by something. It was already extremely difficult for him to control the skeleton hammer. Looking at Fang Ling, who was standing in front of him, looking like a harmless human and beast, Yuwen Chenggang didn't understand that this time, he really kicked the iron plate.

Although he still has a few skills to keep his feet on the box, he has completely lost confidence in suppressing Fang Ling. After pondering for a moment, he turned his tone and said, "Fellow Daoist Fang, please stop for the time being. Just fighting with fellow Daoist Fang was just a little joke. Try out fellow Daoist Fang's true skills. Fellow Daoist has high magic power, and Yuwen Chenggang is convinced!"

Yuwen Chenggang's change made Fang Ling stunned. He didn't expect that Yuwen Chenggang was so thick-skinned. He was obviously defeated by him and could explain it shamelessly. It was so shameless.

However, Fang Ling was not prepared to kill Yuwen Chenggang. After all, he was preparing to go to Qianzhu Sect to report recently. Although the foundation-building cultivators in Qianzhu Sect did not prohibit the fight between the Jindan Zhenren. After all, including Fang Ling, the Qianzhu Sect has only only nine Jindan Zhenren Zhenren. For Qianzhu Sect, dying one is a huge loss.

But if Fang Ling let Yuwen Chenggang go so simply, he didn't have such a good temper. He pinched the magic tricks with his fingers and recalled the bone sword back to his hands. Fang Ling said with a smile: "It turns out that fellow Taoist Yuwen just wanted to try the methods he was taking. Then I was really reckless just now. I was so embarrassed to accidentally destroy Brother Taoist's magic weapon!"

His face looked embarrassed, but the blue jade tent was tighter and tighter, with a little blue light lying on the skeleton hammer like a maggot. Under the burning of the blue light, thin smoke emerged from the skeleton hammer.

Seeing that the things he had worked hard to refine were damaged in an instant, Yuwen Chenggang's heart was cut like a knife. His current failure made him angry. He was more frustrated. After the initial resentment, he gradually calmed down. These fine smokes were gathered from the essence of the skeleton hammer. Once all dissipated, his skeleton hammer that had been sacrificed for many years would turn into an ordinary magic weapon.

Knowing this time, it was definitely not the time to fight Fang Ling. Yuwen Chenggang endured the discomfort in his heart and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist Fang, in order to congratulate you on the Golden Pill of Enlightenment, I specially brought three thousand medium-grade immortal stones this time. Please accept it with a smile."

There are three thousand medium-grade immortal stones, Yuwen Chenggang is really good at talking numbers. Fang Ling looked at the skeleton hammer that had been reduced by a layer and said slowly: "How can I be brave enough to accept three thousand medium-grade immortal stones? The so-called "no reward for nothing, I can't afford such a big deal as Brother Dao."

Looking at Fang Ling's expression, Yuwen Chenggang felt like he wanted to cry. Every small circle of this skeleton hammer was to waste his five years of refining. With just one sentence, it would take five years to work hard. Although the real life of the Jindan real person is 500, it cannot withstand such luxurious waste.

"Brother Fang, I forgot to say that in order to congratulate Brother Dao for his joy of accomplishing the elixir, I also prepared a 500-year-old snow linguine for Brother Dao." When Yuwen Chenggang shouted out the words of the snow linguine, his heart was bleeding.

He tried his best to snatch the snow lingering lucidum from a foundation-building monk. Before he could heat up in his pocket, he wanted to give this beloved thing to Fang Ling. How could he feel comfortable!

Fang Ling rubbed his palms and said quietly: "The 500-year-old spiritual medicine, oh my, Brother Dao's gift is really too rich!"

Fang Ling's pretending was just a waste of time in Yuwen Chenggang's eyes. He was crying now. He thought to himself, Grandpa, I call you grandpa, if you are polite, you should just say it slowly, let me release my skeleton hammer first!

Although Fang Ling was talking, his mind was on the skeleton hammer. Seeing that the skeleton hammer had been refined and smaller, he knew that the temperature was almost the same. He waved at the Blue Jade Point and recalled the Blue Jade Point to his hand. Then he smiled and said to Yuwen Chenggang: "Since Fellow Daoist Yuwen is so kind, I'm disrespectful and I can only accept it reluctantly."

Yuwen Chenggang didn't care what Fang Ling said at this moment, and he rushed back his skeleton hammer. Looking at the skeleton hammer's appearance as it was two large circles, he was really sad for a moment. If he wanted to re-sacrifice the skeleton hammer to the past, he didn't know how long it would take.

But he didn't dare to send Fang Ling anger. He put his skeleton hammer and naturally had a way to leave him again. What's more, he was under the eaves and could not beat him, so he naturally didn't dare to do it. He smiled and said, "Brother Fang, why should you be polite? It's right, haha, this is not right!"

Although Yuwen Chenggang wanted to show himself calmly, the pain in his heart made him calmly. Seeing Fang Ling's gaze sweeping on his body, he gritted his teeth and took out the middle-grade immortal stone and the snow Ganoderma lucidum in his small Qiankun bag.

Fang Ling was very polite and put it into his small Qiankun bag and said as if nothing had happened: "Brother Yuwen Dao, this is not a place to talk. Let's go and talk in the cave."

Yuwen Chenggang hesitated for a moment and followed Fang Ling toward Fang Ling's cave. Now he has lost what he should lose, and he has lost the face he should lose. Fang Ling has such ability, making more friends with him is obviously not a bad thing.

After the two of them walked a few steps, Fang Ling slapped his head and said, "Oh, I almost forgot that Fellow Daoist Yuwen's disciple was still hanging on the flagpole. I will free him from the flagpole now. Fellow Daoist, don't blame him!"

Yuwen Chenggang's eyes also looked at Mi Changliang on the flagpole. In the past, Yuwen Chenggang was so happy that he could see him, but now he was so angry that he was not angry. If this incompetent thing had caused trouble, why would he have lost his wife and his troops?

Not to mention those immortal stones for now, just take the Soul-Retaining Card as an example. It was a treasure he had sacrificed for many years. It was destroyed by Fang Ling's hands. Although it was destroyed by Fang Ling's hands, he did not have the ability to seek revenge on Fang Ling. For a moment, all his anger was poured on Mi Changliang.

"Brother Fang, this evil man is not aware of his life or death. He dares to offend you, Brother Dao. Although you can forgive him if you don't remember the villain's faults, I will never tolerate this evil man who almost made Brother Dao misunderstand!"

While speaking, Mi Changliang pinched his fingers, and a dark green phosphorescence rushed towards Mi Changliang. After seeing his master's battle losing to Fang Ling, Mi Changliang realized that something was wrong. However, he did not expect that the one who killed him at this time was his master.

He knew that the phosphorescence was a kind of phosphorus fire refined by Yuwen Chenggang from the yin energy of a thousand-year-old corpse. Although the attack power was not very strong, as long as it was contaminated on the body, it could directly turn the person into ashes. An enemy secretly went up Baiyou Mountain to steal Yuwen Chenggang's elixir. Mi Changliang saw with his own eyes that the person was refined into ashes.

"Master, please spare me, please spare me!" A wailing like a pig was echoing continuously throughout Luoou Mountain, but at this time, who could save him? In just half a quarter of an hour, Mi Changliang had turned into a piece of ashes.

Fang Ling looked at Mi Changliang lightly, with no sympathy in his expression. After the phosphorus fire was completely extinguished, he invited Yuwen Chenggang to his cave. Mi Changliang looked at Fang Ling's simple cave and smiled and said, "Brother Fang Dao's cave is not simple, but I believe that in a few days, there will be a better cave waiting for Brother Fang Dao to enjoy."

Fang Ling said a few words of modesty, then a bit of a stone table and two cups of tea appeared on the stone table. The two sat together and talked about gossip. After a while, a burst of laughter rang out in the cave. If the two of them hadn't fought to the death just now, almost everyone would have thought that these two were friends who had made for many years.

Although it was just a chat, Fang Ling still got a lot of useful things from Yuwen Chenggang. The most attractive thing was naturally the situation when Yuwen Chenggang went to the Qianzhu Cultivation Headquarters when he just became the real person of Jindan.

According to Yuwen Chenggang, entering the Qianzhu Sect’s General Altar is a huge gain for Jindan Zhenren. Take him as an example. When he entered the General Altar and met with two Nascent Soul Ancestors who guarded the sect, he received guidance from Chen Feng’s ancestors in terms of Taoism, but also obtained a lot of spiritual stones and medicines. In addition to these, his skeleton hammer magic weapon was given by the Nascent Soul Ancestor. In addition, the Qianzhu Church drew a territory for each Jindan Zhenren. In this territory, Jindan Zhenren not only holds the power of life and death of a group of foundation-building monks, but also enjoys the worship of the monks and mortals in the territory. It can be said that most of the income of Jindan Zhenren comes from the income from these territory.

Listening to the benefits described by Yuwen Chenggang, Fang Ling was very moved. He now has many things to do, but because of the limited resources in his hand, he couldn't do anything. If he could get the magic weapon Yuanhun of the Nascent Soul Ancestor like Yuwen Chenggang, it would be better. Just as Fang Ling was about to ask Yuwen Chenggang further details, a black light suddenly rushed into the cave. The black light rushed towards Fang Ling like lightning. Faced with the sudden black light, Fang Ling felt tight.

As his divine thoughts flashed, he was about to use the sword light to force the black light, but before his flying sword could be emitted, the black light had already fallen lightly in front of him. At this time, the black light dissipated, revealing a black jade slip that was one foot long. (To be continued...)
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