After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 72 71. Get rich (3.3K words - please subscribe)

The floating clouds are like snow, piled up on the peaks of mountains.

Under the vast clear sky in late winter, a goshawk chirped and flew by.

Youyou Canyu fell from the sky, whirling, and landed on the frozen black earth of a desolate forest.

In the shade of the tree, the bodyless phantom crow glanced in the direction of the imperial capital again, then hid its body, letting itself blend into the shadow as completely as possible, and then began to move quickly at low altitude.

On the outskirts of the imperial capital, Hu Kui Palace.

The setting sun was like residual blood, rustling on the ground, making the corpses on the ground appear cruel, bloody, and solidified.

Blood flowed freely, pieces of meat were everywhere, and there were rolling heads with eyes wide open, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying before they died.

Of course, there are also many fox demon corpses.

You pile on me, I pile on you.

There was a fox demon's claws sticking out from the back of a certain monk. The fluffy claws were still holding the heart, but there was also a flying sword stuck in the back of the fox demon; there was a large pool of blood mixed with minced meat. Blended together, you can vaguely see pieces of human flesh and the fur of a fox demon. It seems that a certain monk blew himself up before his death and took away a fox demon.

All kinds of miserable and tragic scenes can be seen everywhere.

But the war was not over yet, just because an old man with a flamboyant beard was still standing with his sword.

But he was clearly standing in the sunset, but for some reason there was no light around him.

It was a demonic shadow covering the sky, blocking all his light.

Nothing about the demonic shadow can be seen clearly, only the ferocious and twisted eyes, mouth, and sharp teeth can be seen looking down in mid-air.

The old man looked up at the demonic figure and said unwillingly: "Why. You and I are both in the middle stage of Jianggong. Why?"

He doesn't understand.

He tried his best, but only caused a small injury to Grandma Fox.

And he was dying.

He was about to reach the end of his life and was unable to break through, so he came here to fight for his life.

In terms of momentum and determination, Grandma Fox is definitely not as good as him who is dedicated to all his life.

As for the situation.

He used his tricks to his advantage. Even though Grandma Fox had some tricks up her sleeve, in the end he won half of the game between the two sides, which made him the first to take action and attack.

But the result was so beyond his expectation and so miserable.

"Why?"

"Why!!"

The old man looked up, his eyes full of pain and anger, and under the broken skin, the fiery blood seemed to be burning again.

But there was only a contemptuous laugh like a silver bell falling from the sky.

The fox head with a playful expression looked at him with a half-smile, and three terrifying white giant tails soared into the sky like snow-white wolf smoke, swaying in the wind.

"Idiot, a small land on the edge, with a little bit of blood, can you compare with me?"

"I won't make a breakthrough because what I pursue is the True Nine Palaces, but I am just a passable False Jiang Palace."

"Hehe, after eating you, it's a great supplement."

Grandma Fox opened her mouth wide, revealing her blood-filled mouth filled with black air and her melon-seed teeth, swallowing the old man from the sky.

The old man was frightened, but he still quickly activated his power and wanted to explode himself.

As the ancestor of the Su family of Nanwu Jianmen, how could he be humiliated like this?

However, the next moment, he froze, because the surging blood in his body was cooling rapidly, and an indescribable shiver filled his body. Let alone self-destruct, it is difficult for him to even move now.

But he had put life and death aside and was ready to die with all his passion, so how could he be afraid?

The old man felt the inexplicable trembling all over him at this time, and then thought of the fight with Grandma Fox just now. Suddenly, his expression showed a bit of surprise, and then a look of surprise.

He seemed to understand something, and murmured with a bit of disbelief and incomparable regret: "Long Bo's blood, it turns out that the flaw is so simple."

But even though he had some insights, it was obviously too late.

The big mouth full of fishy smell fell quickly.

"Evil! Beast!!"

The old man roared angrily, but was unable to move and was quickly drowned.

After a long time.

Grandma Fox sat on the big chair brought by the fox cubs, sucking and savoring the strong man's flesh and blood with relish. However, she seemed to dislike the tattered blood in the old man's body. She did not digest the old man's flesh and blood in a "cultivation" posture. It's just a supplement.

Licking her furry paws, Grandma Fox leaned back on the chair comfortably.

Its body was completely curled up on the chair, and its eyes were looking towards the north in a daze. Its cunning eyes were slightly narrowed, and it was unclear what it was thinking.

Suddenly, a little fox demon came quickly from the distance, landed in front of Grandma Fox, and stammered: "Big Mom, the palace. The palace."

"What happened to the palace?"

Grandma Fox asked.

The little fox demon said: "The imperial palace was robbed. It's Jingyang Palace."

"Jing? Yang? Palace?"

Grandma Fox was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses, and the next moment she suddenly became anxious.

It jumped up and said anxiously, "Jingyang Palace?!!"

Isn't this where she keeps important treasures?

The little fox demon wanted to say more, but he only felt a gust of evil wind passing by him, and when he saw that Grandma Fox on the chair had disappeared.

Jingyang Palace is the cold palace.

There was a hole in the wall of the agency. Everything in the hole seemed normal except for a pool of blood outside the metal cage.

Grandma Fox rushed in quickly.

The fox cubs have never seen the big mother be so hasty, so lost, and she seems to be a little inexplicable.

In the cage, the colorful shadow had woken up after being stabbed by the sword. At this time, he stayed weakly in the cage and looked at the fox standing in front of the cage with a sneer.

Grandma Fox didn't waste any time. She squatted down, picked up the blood on the ground with her fingers, sniffed it, and then asked in a trembling voice: "Did you give your blood essence to the thief?"

"Yeah." There was a bit of happiness in the colorful shadow's voice.

"Did you give your blood essence to that thief?"

"Um."

"Do you know the thief?"

"Um."

"who is he?"

"Um."

"Tell me, it's not that I can't let you go."

"Um."

Grandma Fox asked anxiously.

The colorful shadow responded happily and tirelessly, and then seemed to finally be able to hold back and burst into laughter.

"Hmph, hehehe, hahahaha"

In the next moment, Grandma Fox kicked over the cage, and then rushed out of the cold palace angrily, killing like crazy along the way. She even bit off the necks of her own cubs and threw them away at will.

"try to find!"

"Dig three feet into the ground and find the thief!"

"Look for them all!!"

It leaped onto the glazed roof of the highest palace in the palace, its sharp angry voice spread, and the sky-covering demonic shadow filled the entire palace, like an infinite giant monster sitting in the palace complex of ants, overlooking the common people.

The fox monsters no longer concealed themselves and quickly swooped out everywhere.

And soon, two more fox demons hurried over and reported to Grandma Fox what happened in the palace.

Immediately, two torn fox demon shadow puppets were placed in front of Grandma Fox.

Grandma Fox looked down at the two fox demon shadow puppets with a gloomy expression. She suddenly seemed to understand something, and her eyes flashed with impatience, regret, and angry murderous intent.

"Don't let me find you!"

"Don't let me find it!!"

Paper Man Peak, Shadow Puppet Xiaoxuan.

Another day of leathermaking has come to an end, and another day of watching the sunset slowly setting with a cup of hot tea in hand.

No matter how exciting it is from a distance, no matter how thrilling it is, no matter how close to death it is, it doesn't have much to do with him.

At least, it doesn't matter for now.

Song Yan held the moonlight ginger tea that warmed his hands, and then looked at the little lady with jade makeup who accompanied him.

The young lady was in good spirits, even in the evening.

Suddenly, with a thought in his mind, he held the tea in his left hand, and grabbed the young lady's hand in his right hand. A trace of mysterious energy penetrated into it, and after turning around for a while, he withdrew.

Surprisingly, he actually found a ray of mysterious energy in Cao Yuzhuang's body.

Being able to produce profound energy is a manifestation of possessing profound roots.

Cao Yuzhuang, as a member of the royal family of the Wei Kingdom, was sent to serve as a cauldron.

The furnace cauldron will be squeezed into medicine dregs in a short time, so it is impossible to waste time testing the mysterious roots. The environment where Cao Yuzhuang lived before was not a cave, and there was no chance to absorb the mysterious energy.

But now, she and Song Yan lived together in the cave on the independent mountain, drank spiritual tea together, ate spiritual food together, and even practiced together.

While Song Yan was recuperating, he would also pay great attention to nourishing her.

And because Song Yan himself has actually reached the upper limit of his profound energy, he sometimes feeds back some of his profound energy to the little lady Yuzhuang.

The combination of so many factors unexpectedly gave her a hint of mystery.

In other words, the little lady with jade makeup can actually practice!

"What's wrong, Brother Tao?"

"nothing."

Song Yan was worried that the young lady's temperament was unstable, so before he spoke out, the young lady's secrets were revealed.

The furnace cauldron does not require profound roots.

But with Xuan Gen's cauldron, the quality will be even higher.

By then, the little lady with jade makeup might be targeted by more people.

Even though he is a direct disciple of Gu Huangzi, no one knows better than him that he is walking on a tightrope.

Just as he was thinking about it, Yueyang Luo Fengfeng burst in from outside the door and said: "Master, the sect has opened the exchange of Xuan Jade. You can exchange contribution points for Xuan Jade. The ratio is three to one."

"Three contribution points in exchange for a piece of small mysterious jade?" the young lady with jade makeup asked in surprise.

Yue Yang Luo said: "Master's wife, you have a beautiful idea.

Three contribution points are exchanged for one black jade bean.

One hundred Xuanyu beans are equivalent to one small piece of Xuanyu.

I heard that the Hantan Valley Market will sell a lot of good things this time. After all, this can almost be said to be a big gathering of loose cultivators from the Three Kingdoms Sect. By then, you can buy whatever you want.

Therefore, the more Xuanyu the better. "

Song Yan's eyes lit up.

Outside, Xuanyu is the common currency.

But in the sect, whether it is completing tasks or daily rewards, they are settled with "contribution points", and there is no exchange between the two.

Although only the "contribution points" of the corresponding sect can purchase some specialties of that sect, it is not as convenient as Xuan Yu.

As for the "three to one" exchange ratio

He thought quickly.

He remembered that in the low-level market at the foot of Nanzhu Peak, a free-market spell sold for 49 contribution points, while in the Snake Corpse Market, they sold about 20 black jade beans, a ratio of close to 2.5 to 1.

This "3 to 1" is still bad, but considering that someone may exchange a large amount, it's not bad.

Song Yan has been working hard since he joined the Puppet Sect. He is a super model worker all year round. In addition, his leather-making efficiency is terrifying. After he exploded to the seventh level of Xuanxuan, he can make an intermediate monster level shadow puppet every day. .

The prices of intermediate-level monster shadow puppets vary greatly. Those of the fourth level of Lianxuan cost 1,200 contribution points, those of the fifth level of Lianxuan cost 2,250 contribution points, and those of the sixth level of Lianxuan cost 3,600 contribution points.

In addition to the unfinished shadow puppets he made at Nanzhu Peak before.

So.

He glanced at his identity nameplate.

Among them, the total contribution points: 256,484 points.

Yueyang Luo glanced at Song Yan and said enviously: "Master must have a lot of contribution points, right?"

Song Yan patted him on the shoulder and said: "Young man, don't always stare at how much others have, but think more about your own problems. Think about whether you have studied hard today? Have you worked hard to make leather?

One day, you will be like Master."