Yunmeng Peak

Chapter 101
After thinking for a while, Cheng Qifeng picked up the Huoyun Sword on the ground, and with a flash of red light, a small wound appeared on his finger. Cheng Qifeng hurriedly mobilized the blood in his body, and dripped into the sword along the wound.

In the past, except for the fire jade sword, Cheng Qifeng did not use essence and blood sacrifices on other magical artifacts. He simply left a brand of spiritual consciousness on the artifact. After all, there is only so much essence and blood in the human body. If the magic weapon refined with blood essence is destroyed, the owner will also be severely injured by backlash.

Since that day when the group of monsters attacked the city, Cheng Qifeng could feel that the fire jade sword was better than the other two magic weapons when he pushed the sword array, and it was often like his own arm. That's why he came up with the idea now. After all, if the three long swords are all refined with blood essence, the sword array formed after being activated must be like one's own arms, with the same mind, which is also of great benefit to the battle.

Several hours later, Cheng Qifeng looked tiredly at the long sword in his hand with greatly increased aura, and was delighted. Then he picked up the Qingyang sword in front of him again, and the blood was forced out again, and fell on the sword.

With the loss of two drops of blood essence, Cheng Qifeng's face gradually turned pale, and the movement of spiritual energy in his body became much slower.

A few days later, Cheng Qifeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, frowned, and said in his heart: "The loss of essence and blood is really troublesome. After taking several essence pills, it only recovered a little essence and blood. If this is the case, it may take several years to recover." Recovery, I was thinking about refining the earth rock shield again, I am afraid it will take some time, alas!"

Several months passed in a blink of an eye, and the loss of three drops of blood essence did not bring Cheng Qifeng a simple decline. He could keenly feel that his cultivation speed had slowed down a little.

However, the benefits are also quite large, and Cheng Qifeng does not regret it. After the three long swords have been sacrificed with blood essence, Cheng Qifeng is more comfortable in controlling the three magic weapons, making the power of using the sword array now [-]% stronger than before. Left and right, this is also a joyful thing.

If the control over the three long swords was only [-]% in the past, but now it has reached more than [-]%, just waiting for the future nurturing, maybe it can reach the rumored perfection.

Cheng Qifeng looked at the three red lights and shadows that were constantly rotating around him, his face showed joy, and he muttered to himself: "With the rank of these three long swords, it is enough before I build the foundation."

The second-tier high-grade magic weapon is already considered the best magic weapon for monks in the qi training period, and only the children of a few big families can afford the second-level top-grade magic weapon.

Most of the main materials of the second-order top-grade magic weapon are third-level materials. Many monks who have just advanced to the foundation building will find a second-level top-quality magic weapon for themselves before they find a suitable third-level magic weapon, and they can barely Using the strength of the foundation-building period, the probability of the second-order top-grade magic weapon flowing into the hands of a Qi training monk is extremely small, and Cheng Qifeng is not a greedy person, and he is satisfied with the second-level top-grade magic weapon.

It's almost time to adjust the breath, Cheng Qifeng called out the iron feather fan in the storage bag, looked at the French fan in his hand, a gleam flashed in Cheng Qifeng's eyes, and Cheng Qifeng was really impressed by the hundred fire feathers during the beast tide. When he had time, Cheng Qifeng began to imprint his consciousness on it.

A few hours later, Cheng Qifeng had already finished the alchemy, sitting cross-legged on the futon, he rarely looked at the alchemy book given by Cheng Yuandu, and began to savor it carefully.

After watching it like this for a few days, he felt a little enlightenment in his heart, and quickly took out a second-level middle-grade fire-attribute inner alchemy and began to sacrifice it. After counting the incense sticks, Cheng Qifeng looked at the red elixir in his hand, With a wry smile, he said helplessly, "There are not many fire-attribute inner pills in the storage bag now!"

After thinking for a while, Cheng Qifeng planned to announce the task of fire-attribute inner alchemy in the family general affairs hall, and collect a large amount of fire-attribute inner alchemy.

As for going to Qingcang Ridge to hunt the fire attribute monster Cheng Qifeng, he absolutely dare not. As early as five years ago, the family issued a warning in the clan. It can be seen from the hundreds of monsters attacking the town in the past few days that the family did not exaggerate the matter. If Cheng Qifeng broke into Qingcangling in a daze, he might never return. He still knows his own strength and is not arrogant.

In the next six months, the inner alchemy collected from the task of fire attribute inner alchemy arranged in the general affairs hall could no longer support Cheng Qifeng's cultivation, so that he spent most of his time on alchemy and comprehension of the dark fireball. The fire technique is originally the secret technique in "Burning Fire Jue", and with Cheng Qifeng's fire spirit body, it is more effective to practice the ghost fire technique, and now the control of the ghost fire technique has reached proficiency.

In the past six months, Cheng Qifeng relied on a large amount of elixir in the storage bag to refine the pills. Now the refining rate of the second-level top-grade pills has reached [-]%, and Cheng Qifeng also deducted [-]% when helping the family to refine the pills. The family only requires that the alchemist of the family needs to achieve a [-]% success rate, and the same is true for other families.

Outsiders looking for an alchemist to refine elixirs are based on this success rate. If some elixirs are difficult to refine, they will use a [-]% success rate. People must reach [-]% to [-]%, and the reward remains the same. Alchemists are not good people. How could it be so? Hundreds of years ago, several alchemists and masters worked together to formulate this rule in the world of cultivating immortals in Nanling, and it has continued to this day. If anyone dares to violate it, once he violates it, he will be the public enemy of alchemists in the entire Nanling Immortal Cultivation World and will definitely be added to the blacklist.

In Shuinan Town, in a quiet room, Cheng Qifeng lowered his head and looked at the more than 100 jade bottles placed on the ground in front of him with joy, and said to himself: "In the past six months, I have only relied on my family's survival. Of the pills that came down, there were 68 Huangya Pills, [-] Huiqi Pills, and Qingling Pills because they sold some to Uncle Xiangxiang and they only had [-] pills. Hundreds of bottles of pills are probably enough to arouse the greed of monks in the foundation establishment period."

After dozens of breaths, Cheng Qifeng frowned, stood up and walked out of the attic. A burly man had been waiting outside the attic for a long time.

Cheng Qilu's face was a bit ugly, and he smiled wryly: "Qi Feng, there are only three second-tier middle-grade fire attribute inner alchemy this month, and that boy Qi Jin brought it back from Huaishuifang City for you. It's been hollowed out by you."

"Second brother was joking, alas!"

"That kid Qi Jin got married two months later, and he told me specifically to tell you that Qi Feng will have to give your starling a big gift when the time comes."

"Okay, I must hurry back to Yunmeng Mountain when the time comes, the second brother will be busy!"

After chatting for a while, Cheng Qifeng sent Cheng Qilu away, went back to the quiet room in the attic, took out the three inner pills in the storage bag, Cheng Qifeng fell into deep thought, and thought to himself: "Oh! It seems that I can only go to the square market to buy them by myself. gone."

(End of this chapter)