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Chapter 53 You sword cultivators don’t practice martial ethics

Zhang Feng was excited and lowered his head:

"You haven't killed me yet? I'm willing to admit defeat. If you spare me, we can still be friends. I'll make elixirs for you."

As long as he saves his life, his hands and feet can grow back.

Du Xinghe waved Xinyue over and sighed: "As expected, I can't do it without you. I'm so seriously injured. It hurts."

"I will treat it now, Master."

The butterfly spider flew too slowly and even received a slap from Xinyue.

The system and hemostatic pills only stopped her from bleeding. For real treatment, she still had to see the Shui Ling Gen cultivator. Warm spiritual power was injected into the injured area, and the lower abdomen that she had cut out healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. She narrowed her eyes slightly in comfort and felt much better: "Not bad, there is progress again."

The sword is in tatters, and the apprentice mends it.

Xinyue was both happy and distressed after being praised by her master. She looked at Zhang Feng with an even more evil look, wishing she could tear him into pieces.

Du Xinghe sat down with her back against the rock wall. Her back and the ground were so hot that her flesh was almost cooked.

She turned to look at the mining spirit: "Can..."

Mine Spirit: "No."

Du Xinghe: "I haven't said it yet."

"Stop wondering, I'm a serious mining spirit. Then why don't you tell me what I can do?"

The mining spirit wanted to hear if ivory could come out of her mouth.

Du Xinghe sighed: "I want to ask you if you can turn it into a bed or a chair for me to sit on."

Mining Spirit: "You look like a bed to me."

Du Xinghe had no choice but to get up, took a different approach and shouted "Get up!" to the sword, turned over and sat on the hanging sword.

The mine spirit felt that she would just bully the sword that did not give birth to a sword spirit.

"Wait, who of you are paying attention to me! I am an alchemy cultivator! I can make alchemy! I am very useful! I can make many kinds of elixirs! I can go to the ancestral hall of Zengjia Village to kowtow and admit my mistakes. There is no need to make a fuss over the life and death of mortals. You have to be so stiff! I feel so much pain! At least give me a healing pill!"

Zhang Feng shouted at the top of his lungs.

Du Xinghe slowly arrived in front of him with his flying sword, wondering: "You think I am from Zengjia Village, can't I be a righteous monk who is brave enough to do what is right?"

Zhang Feng looked at her: "You don't look like a good person."

"How am I not a good person?"

"The demon cultivator calls you master, and the sword cultivator has not stabbed himself. What kind of evil path are you cultivating? Besides, although you don't say it clearly, who doesn't go around the Gu cultivator? Many of us go astray. One friend is better than many enemies. Today I have fallen into your trap. I accept my defeat and I will not bear any grudge against you."

"Which side of the road are you on? What's the use of catching a child?"

Du Xinghe originally just saw him as an alchemy cultivator and wanted to dig out some alchemy recipes from him. When she saw that he was bragging and getting close to her in order to survive, she also wanted to hear about the "evil ways" in Pingyun Continent. What a road.

So she took out a healing elixir from her storage bag and threw it in front of Zhang Feng. He hurriedly caught it with his mouth and swallowed it.

He was probably feeling much better, and seeing that Du Xinghe didn't seem to want to kill him anymore, Zhang Feng actually laughed and said, "I knew you were not a disciple of the righteous sect. If you have anything to say, please tell me."

"Long story short, I can't stand bullshit."

"The evil ways are slandered by others. I never attack monks... I might as well tell you! You said you are also an alchemy cultivator, so my method should be useful to you."

Alchemy is also a Tao, but it is difficult to improve the realm.

Before the elixir formation period, feeding a large amount of elixirs can allow mortals to easily refine Qi and build foundations painlessly. However, if you want to form elixirs, or even pursue a higher realm... it is not impossible, but elixirs that can be achieved often require A powerful man in the stage of Nascent Soul's transformation into a god takes action to find the truly rare fairy material and heavenly treasure, so that he can refine a pill to assist the monks in forming elixirs.

If you have the time and materials, why not do something else?

You have to take drugs to form elixirs. In the eyes of great powers, you are just useless, let alone cultivating immortals.

Zhang Feng got an elixir recipe from the black market, which can be used to refine the heaven-and-earth creation elixir: "The elixir recipe is in my storage ring. Take it from me and I will erase the divine thoughts on it. You can find it by yourself." go."

After the pain stopped, Zhang Feng felt very good.

He felt that the swordsman in front of him was on the same path as him, and neither of them was a good person. Since he had something to use, he might as well team up to create something big.

From his storage ring, he crossed the galaxy and found a dry and thick elixir recipe.

Definitely not paper, the texture is like the skin of some kind of animal.

"Monk Shan's brain...is still alive?"

The mountain monk is a kind of monster that lives in the mountains and likes to eat human brains.

Xi Nang lives between two mountains. He is as smart as a child and is extremely delicate. He will die as soon as he leaves his place of residence. To survive, he has to refine the elixir on the spot.

Zhang Feng chuckled: "One Hundred Thousand Flame Mountain has both mountains and earthly fire. It can make elixirs on the spot. It is a good place that I have been looking for for a long time."

"You also used ten children to enter the elixir. The elixir is so evil. You dare to practice it, but you still dare to eat it? Aren't you afraid of eating yourself to death?"

"If I can't form an elixir, my lifespan will be limited, so I might as well give it a try." Zhang Feng was quite proud: "The rest of the elixir ingredients are not easy to get, but we alchemists have nothing more than a wide network of people and like to spread the word." After a lot of hard work, we finally gathered them together.”

"Who sold you the elixir? What is the black market for monks?"

Zhang Feng's eyes rolled around: "It was more than ten years ago that I got this prescription. I don't really remember..."

"That's easy. I'm good at helping people recover their memories." As soon as Du Xinghe glanced over, Xiaopang jumped on his face and stung his temple with his tail, injecting the "pain" that had been stored before, making him He did it all over again.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

"Do you remember it?"

Du Xinghe lowered his eyes and looked at him.

……

Behind the scenes, Mining Spirit and Shenshui whispered: "I wonder if your master looks like a good person."

Shenshui: "Nonsense, Master is so good, so warm-hearted and kind."

"I remembered! I remembered!"

Zhang Feng secretly regretted it, he knew that none of these sword cultivators had patience!

In addition to the fixed monk market, there is also a kind of monk gathering. The opening time and location need to be informed by acquaintances, and will not be publicized to the outside world. The information, items and even spiritual pets sold at this type of gathering are of a higher level than ordinary monk markets. , or perhaps more dangerous.

The black market gathering mentioned by Zhang Feng is held once every six years.

During this period, the monks would hide their aura and identity to conduct transactions.

"Time, place, transaction method...I won't torture you!"

Du Xinghe became troubled and turned around: "Mining Spirit, can you become a torture instrument?"

The mine spirit remained silent.

It was brewing a long list of curse words, but Zhang Feng took it as acquiescence. He shouted: "No need to torture, no need to torture! They say make friends. If you want to know anything, just ask."

His behavior made the mining spirit dislike him: "Can't you just suffer a little bit?"

"If I can endure the hard training, I won't have to look for other ways to form elixirs."

"That's true."

Effort is the least important thing on the road to immortality.

It’s impossible without talent, understanding and opportunity, but there are still people who are cruel to themselves and use hard work to speed up their enlightenment and practice. Talented alchemists are richly raised in alchemy rooms, and others always treat them badly. He is polite and kind, but if he lacks the necessary hardships, his state of mind will be difficult to improve.

"There is a Black Tooth City to the south of the Sea of ​​Mercy. If you capture a shark girl alive and give it to the Black Tooth inside, or show valuable items and say you want to trade them, they will keep you here for the evening banquet. You go to the second Building, where the rally was held.”

The black teeth in Zhang Feng's mouth are the branches of the sharks in the Mercy Sea.

Black-toothed men are more numerous than women, and they are ferocious in temperament. They are the dominant force in the sea. Their tears cannot be turned into valuable shark beads, nor can they capture the streamers in the deep sea, weave water into shark yarn, and sell it in exchange for spiritual stones.

However, the moonlight projected into the deep sea can turn into a real form in their hands.

The new moon becomes a sickle, harvesting lives.

Zhang Feng then talked about the Northern Shark Girls, saying that they were much better than the women on land. They were gentle and affectionate, beautiful in appearance, and charming in figure. They were not as vicious and cruel as the Black-toothed Shark Girls.

Du Xinghe: "According to what you say, the Beiming Kingdom should have been exterminated long ago."

The shark girls described by Zhang Feng are all altruistic.

"Almost, the Sea Lord who supported them has woken up. Even a million black teeth are no match for her." Seeing that Du Xinghe wanted to ask, Zhang Feng quickly said, "Do I know anything about the Sea Lord?" "More, Black Teeth doesn't like to mention it because it's bad luck, saying that if you mention the name of the Sea Lord in the sea, she will feel something."

Du Xinghe asked him some questions about the monks' power and geographical environment that he knew about, and asked him to watch him make elixirs, and he readily agreed: "You take out the bone elixir from my storage ring... I don't have much prepared, just If you can grow your hands back, you have to let your disciple hold me and practice."

This hard work fell on Shenshui.

When hugging him, Zhang Feng even consulted with him and asked if he could hug him again if he could become a beautiful woman.

Without saying a word, Shenshui turned into a seven-foot tall man who could uproot a weeping willow tree.

……

During these seven days, Zhang Feng really wanted to show off his skills in front of Du Xinghe so that she could make friends with him. He also knew that after the elixir was completed, he would have to test the elixir himself, so he did not cheat and used his special skills in every elixir. .

After all, according to the common sense of alchemists, you can’t learn from it just by reading it once.

Using the fire in the cave, Zhang Feng refined all the elixirs he knew how to refine. He smiled and said, "You want to practice elixirs. Why don't we go together? I'll teach you how to refine elixirs, and you can protect me." ?”

"Okay."

He could see that this sword cultivation was not easy, and with her protection, he would be more confident in forming the elixir.

The suffering and property lost this time should be regarded as a good thing.

The next moment, Zhang Feng hit her shoe, and she kicked it away gently. He rolled all the way and stopped when he hit the cave wall.

A look of astonishment froze on his face.

She didn't seem to understand that the two were having a good chat. She clearly wanted to learn alchemy. How could she kill him when he had shown so many tricks? There was a sense of "I knew it" in the astonishment...

You sword cultivators just don’t practice martial ethics!

(End of this chapter)