Universal system must die

Chapter 213, finally promoted to the two-inch spiritual root
Wang Qinghua was caught sadly, and he was caught and beaten without saying a word, and he was so angry that he cursed.

"You, you, are disgraceful..."

boom!
After being punched again, the man said to the Lord, "Master, how should we deal with this guy?"

The master frowned slightly as he looked at the Zongmen disciple's ID card that fell from Wang Qinghua's body.

"It's a disciple of the Conferred God Sect..."

The master thought for a while and said: "Let him go, we don't have time to discuss with Fengshenzong now."

"Okay, Lord. Confiscate his things first. At least we can make up for some losses."

"You can't do this, I'm here for you..."

boom!
Finally punched in the past.

After Wang Qinghua woke up, except for his clothes, all the magical artifacts and spirit stones on his body were looted.

He opened his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and there was endless anger projected in his eyes.

He Ming, I'm not finished with you, so what about Wu Qingzi's apprentice, it's just a mere inch of spiritual roots to build a foundation, destined to be wiped out from the crowd, and Wu Qingzi will still recognize you as an apprentice when the time comes.

Thinking of this, Wang Qinghua angrily left and walked towards the Zongmen.

He Ming didn't notice this, and he didn't care about Wang Qinghua at all.

In his opinion, how a person full of resentment can improve, the future self will only make him look up to himself more.

In Wuqingzi courtyard, He Ming was alone in the room.

He has experimented with the use of yuba water and purchased ordinary dead grass from the market and planted it in pots.

According to the method, spiritual stones are buried in the basin and watered with yuba water every day. Finally, on the seventh day, the dead grass turns withered yellow, which is not the color of death.

Even if the comfrey itself has reached the color of a hundred years, he carefully took out the dead grass.

One of the reasons why it is called dead grass is that its color is withered and yellow, as if it is dead.

He Ming put the dead grass and ambergris together, and came to the alchemy room.

He Ming looked solemn, opened the alchemy furnace, carefully put in two herbs, and then put in other herbs in sequence.

The furnace fire gradually became stronger, He Ming looked slightly nervous, staring at the pill furnace intently.

He wanted to refine a spirit-replenishing elixir, a elixir that could be upgraded from one inch of spiritual root to two inches of spiritual root.

Although he only has a third-order appearance, He Ming himself knows the difference in his spiritual root. He is a perfect spiritual root, and he doesn't even know whether his spiritual root can be supplemented.

The flames were burning in the pill furnace, and He Ming's fire control technique had already been accomplished, so Wu Qingzi gave him a new fire control technique - the scorching sun control technique.

He Ming worked tirelessly to learn this method, which was cumbersome, but he could control the temperature of the furnace fire to a higher level.

The former drug boy Li Mu had no talent for cultivation at all, and he even thought that the fire control technique was the highest technique.

He Ming didn't know whether he knew it now, but he knew that the difficulty of controlling the flames of Lieyang was several times that of controlling the fire.

But his advantage is that the rate of alchemy is increased, and the quality of alchemy can be guaranteed.

Soon, thick white smoke rose from the elixir furnace, and along with a scent of fragrance, the elixir was about to ripen soon.

He Ming's spirit was shaken, and Cheng Dan had hope.

Soon, as the lid of the pill furnace was opened, the smoke dissipated, and a dozen crystal clear green pills appeared in the furnace.

Panacea!
He Ming's eyes shone with embarrassment, and finally the refining was successful.

He silently practiced the spirit-boosting root technique taught by Wu Qingzi, took the elixir, and the technique circulated in his body.

Taking a pill has no effect.

Immediately afterwards, he took out another elixir. After I went down, it seemed that the spirit root had moved a little bit.

He Ming was overjoyed, and hurriedly took out another pill and swallowed it, this time the effect was slightly more obvious.

The spiritual root in the body seemed to be extremely satisfied with the elixir.

Overjoyed, He Ming put the pills into his mouth one by one. After eating all the pills, the spiritual roots in his body changed.

It should seem to start to sprout, and a little bit of small sprouts will grow up a little more than before, and then start to extend, and gradually more than one time will pass.

The one-inch spiritual root in the body actually grew into two-inch spiritual root, He Ming was so excited that he wanted to cry.

It was really not easy, and he felt a change.

If it is said that the foundation of the perfect spiritual root is established, the benefits obtained are faster absorption of spiritual energy and faster casting speed.

So now, compared with the perfect spiritual root and a higher level of spiritual root foundation, it is also faster in terms of absorbing spiritual energy and casting speed.

For example, for a very simple manipulative instrument, it may take a few seconds to build a one-inch spiritual root foundation, and it takes 0.5 seconds to build a perfect spiritual root foundation, so now it only takes 0.4 seconds.

Don't underestimate the difference of 0.1 seconds. Sometimes the battle is won or lost by the difference of a few tenths of a second.

At this time, apart from the secret realm, more than half a month has passed, and He Ming has reached the two-inch dragon spirit root, and Wu Qingzi was ecstatic when he found out.

He didn't expect that in the past 20 days or so, He Ming had actually upgraded from a one-inch spiritual root to a two-inch spiritual root.

Although it is more difficult to improve the spiritual root as it goes up, he believes that if He Ming can replenish seven inches of spiritual root within ten years, it will be considered extremely fast.

The four big competitions are coming soon, He Ming is going to prepare some things.

He needs to refine more elixir for self-defense, and he needs to exchange the elixir for some better instruments and materials.

The improvement of strength and spiritual root has brought his alchemy to a higher level, and now he can refine the fifth-order elixir at will.

After purchasing the required items, I met a man on the way back.

"Hey, He Ming, your spiritual root...is it sublimated into a two-inch spiritual root now?"

This person is Yang Xiong, the god body of the third generation. He entered the secret realm with He Ming and helped him because of Yang Miaomiao's affairs.

In addition, when He Ming came out, he was a one-inch spiritual root foundation builder, so he still had a fresh memory of He Ming.

Seeing that it was him, He Ming frowned, "This senior brother, you are..."

"..."

Yang Xiong felt [-] points of damage, but He Ming didn't remember who he was?
As the most outstanding arrogant of the sect, he didn't hesitate to lower his status to make friends, but the other party came to him and didn't know him.

Before Yang Xiong could get angry, He Ming suddenly spoke again.

"You are Brother Yang Xiong, right?"

"Well, you finally remembered me."

Yang Xiong replied indifferently, maintaining the discipleship of the leader of the sect.

Hmph, if you dare say you don’t know me, I must teach you a lesson.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Yang, I remember, how did you and Yang Miaomiao go that day?"

"Oh, you want to tell me about my help, don't thank me for what happened that day."

Yang Xiong replied lightly, pretending not to care.

"No brother, I think she is from the Heavenly Ghost Sect. Brother, you should keep yourself clean and don't get too close to her. I heard that he is the body of the nine yin, and he will absorb the power of Taoist companions."

He Ming looked at Yang Xiong seriously, with no intention of joking at all.

"????"

Yang Xiong was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, why did he think this way, he was going to come here immediately and didn't want to pay attention to He Ming.

Can they still play happily, why must they hurt each other.

He Ming suddenly called Yang Xiong who was about to leave, "Senior brother Yang, I don't know if you have confidence in the upcoming competition."

(End of this chapter)