Ding!Your golden finger has been delivered

Fang Zhengxin immediately calmed down when he heard the blood essence of the phoenix, sank all his mind into it, and looked inside his body.

The blood of the phoenix is ​​rare, especially the blood essence, which contains endless energy, which is far beyond what a monk in the Qi refining stage can refine. Fortunately, He Xingzhou was prepared and imposed many restrictions on the blood essence. It will not cause all the energy to burst out, causing him to explode and die.

The blood essence reaches the body from between the eyebrows, and travels along the meridians from the head to the surroundings. Wherever it passes, it is scorching hot, and all the meridians are burned under the sky fire until they are reduced to ashes.

In an instant, a wave of energy filled in from the blood essence, repairing and perfecting his burned meridians. After tempering and strengthening, the newly generated meridians are tougher and stronger, and can pass through more and more powerful auras.

It's just that this process is extremely painful, breaking and reorganizing from the inside of the body, and going through endless flames, which is very unbearable.

Seeing beads of sweat oozing from Fang Zhengxin's forehead, He Xingzhou felt a little distressed. He put his hand on his back and channeled spiritual power into it, at least it could relieve his pain.

It took a whole day for Fang Zhengxin to wake up slowly. At this time, all the hidden wounds left in his body had been healed, and his meridians had also been repaired.

Not only has his cultivation returned to the previous level, but the aura in his body has become stronger, which is a blessing in disguise.

He opened his eyes and made a tactic with one hand, a bluish glow of fire emerged from his hand, not only without the slightest heat, but with an extreme chill.

"Extreme Yin Linhuo, good stuff!"

There is a list of different fires in the world of cultivating immortals. A monk with a different fire is very helpful for both alchemy and weapon refining. As a pretty good alchemist, Fang Zhengxin was not suitable for alchemy because of the ice-type spiritual root. Only staying at an extremely elementary level, naturally coveting the strange fire, but unfortunately there is no chance.

Extremely Yin Linhuo is well-known in the list of different fires. This kind of flame is the most special kind. Generally, monks who are not of the fire department cannot subdue the different fires. However, this kind of strange fire is close to the ice-type or water-type spiritual roots. monk.

At first he wondered why He Xingzhou would feed him the essence of phoenix blood instead of the essence of basalt to an ice monk, but now he has the answer.

Not only is the phoenix blood essence amazing in repairing power, but it is more effective in tempering the blood of a monk. Moreover, when it interacts with his ice-type spiritual root, it has produced a wonderful chemical reaction, allowing him to independently produce the extremely dark rain fire.

"However, it is said that the different fires are all born with nature, and when the person who controls them dies, they will return to nature on their own. Why does this flower in my hand look like it was born out of thin air?"

He Xingzhou replied: "It's a false flame. The real Extreme Yin Linhuo is in the iceberg in the extreme north. This flower can be regarded as an artificial imitation."

"Really?" Fang Zhengxin played with the flame in his hand, felt the power in it, and said with satisfaction, "As expected of the famous Heavenly Flame, even if it is a false flame, it is enough for me to use Nascent Soul."

He thought for a while, then turned his head suddenly, and asked with great interest: "By the way, what is your mission? Those people who passed through the game only provided me with the plot, and didn't say anything else."

He Xingzhou shook his head. Speaking of which, at his level, he is already quite free to perform tasks without being too constrained by the so-called system.

For him, all he needs to do is to satisfy Tiandao's wishes, help the protagonist to ascend to the top, and maintain the stability of the small world.What kind of methods are used in it, or what kind of process is experienced, the above will not ask at all.

This is the benefit of the manager. Not only can cheats be randomly invoked and created, but there is no need to follow instructions, which is very casual.

Fang Zhengxin's eyes flickered after hearing his description, and he said, "In this case, let's get rid of the counterfeit as soon as possible, and then go shopping around."

The world of cultivating immortals!No matter how much he traveled before, it was still in the normal world. Fang Zhengxin has long been fascinated by this kind of world where he can call wind and rain with a wave of his hand.

He Xingzhou thought about it for a while, but he didn't refuse. Anyway, this task is not heavy, and it is rare that Fang Zhengxin has a memory, so he regarded it as a trip.

On the other hand, when He Zhengxin came home, he found that things were not going as smoothly as he thought.

At the door, not only was he severely humiliated by the housekeeper, he made a fool of himself in front of Fang Zhengxin, and when he entered the yard, the servants inside acted as if they had never seen him.

Walking into the yard prepared for him by He's family, he looked at the decorations in the yard, he looked unhappy, and said, "Why is it Yuchan Courtyard? I heard that Fang Zhengxin, an outsider, lived in Xuanyang Courtyard before. "

The He family is very powerful, and there are many people in the main branch of the family. It is impossible to generalize the training resources of the disciples. As far as the place is concerned, the environment of the Yuchan Academy is good, but the location is remote and close to the downtown area. , has no aura, and is not suitable for cultivation.

But Xuanyang Yard is different, there is a whole set of spirit gathering array inside, the concentration of aura is twice as thick as his yard, there are countless spiritual flowers and herbs, how can the common things in this yard compare.

Hearing that he was so overreaching, the boy looked contemptuous, and said: "Xuanyangyuan is under the name of the patriarch, and non-family key disciples are not allowed to enter, even the second master can't live in."

"How did Fang Zhengxin live in it before?"

"You mean Master Fang Zhengxin? He was the patriarch himself who opened the door and made an exception to enter. If you want to go in, young master, you can use your talent to impress the patriarch, and let him make arrangements for you."

The servant emphasized on the word "talent". Sure enough, He Zhengxin's face changed. If he had traveled through time, what he was most dissatisfied with was the talent of this body. His heart had already been crushed into the mud by him.

He raised the end of his eyes, put the burden on the stone table, and said, "What are you! How dare you talk to me like that, young master?"

If he can't cure Fang Zhengxin, he can't cure a mere servant?

The young servant secretly rolled his eyes, he has been serving the second master for many years, which is considered a shame, few servants in the mansion dare to provoke him.

Originally, when He Zhengxin came back, he wanted to be good-looking in front of the master and the new young master, so he went to pick him up in person, but he didn't expect this man to be a fool.

He lowered his head, said "Don't dare.", and walked out without looking back.

While walking, he was still thinking about how he would add fuel and vinegar to the second master's reply later.

"You are so brave, who told you to go? Come back to me!"

When He Zhengxin saw that a servant didn't take him seriously, he not only became furious, he rushed out of the yard and yelled at the man, but seeing that no one paid any attention to him, he felt that it was meaningless, and silently stopped talking.

When he returned to the courtyard, his face was as dark as ink. Judging from the boy's behavior, he was nothing to the He family.

Speaking of which, when his blood father saw him coming back, he didn't even say to come and see him, but only sent a servant over, he was really cold-blooded.

He gritted his teeth, squeezed the Zhunti water purification pulp that had been kept next to his body, with a gloomy expression.

Just wait, wait for him to flourish, Fang Zhengxin, the He family, there will always be a day when he will step under his feet.

Those who look down on him will pay a heavy price in the future!

As soon as Zhunti's breath of purifying water marrow was exposed, He Xingzhou noticed it, and immediately stood up from his chair.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zhengxin asked.

He smiled and said, "It's nothing. Your opponent is really not smart. He dared to present such an important thing openly before he understood the situation."

There are hundreds of exercises cultivated by monks, some of which are miraculous, not high in cultivation, but excellent in perception. In the cultivation world, there is no privacy protection. By default, everything about you is exposed to the monitoring of other people’s consciousness .

I didn't see him as a powerful man in the Yuanshen stage, so he had to obediently hold up the barrier when talking in private.

"Is it something that belonged to me?" Fangzheng rolled his eyes and joked, "He's not the same as you. He's just a Qi-refining cultivator from the countryside, and no one else cares about him."

"Speaking of this, do you want to take back that Zhunti water purification marrow, it's not good for him to carry it all the time."

Fangzheng felt a little chills in his heart, "He has always kept it close to his body. I don't want that kind of thing."

"It doesn't matter, when your spirit flame level rises, burn it into Zhunti water purification liquid, it will still be a great tonic."

This golden finger was originally given to the protagonist by the Dao of Heaven to facilitate his alchemy, but now that Fang Zhengxin has a better Extreme Yin Linhuo, it is not very effective in purifying the water marrow.

However, after all, it is a rare and good thing. Swallowing the spiritual liquid into it is a good thing for ordinary monks to strengthen the blood and muscles.

"talk later."

Fang Zhengxin seemed to be lacking in interest, but he found the treasure bag on He Xingzhou's body, and rummaged through it.

He Xingzhou saw him act like a hamster inspecting his food storage, a little amused, and said, "What do you want? I'll just find it for you. Why do you need to work so hard when you have to scan your mind?"

"Didn't you say it earlier?" Fang Zhengxin threw the bag into his hands, and said arrogantly, "Quickly, find me some books on alchemy formulas and refining medicine, as well as a good alchemy furnace, and get one too!"

He patted He Xingzhou's chest, and ordered a lot of good things like a treasure.

The latter gathered all the storage bags together and checked them all, only to find a few remnants.

Faced with the result, Fang Zhengxin couldn't accept it: "No way, you are in the Yuanshen stage, and you seem to be doing well, so why are you so little?"

He Xingzhou spread his hands, "I can't help it, he's not an alchemist, so where would he store things like Dan Shu Dan Fang?"

These remnants were also obtained by the original owner from the secret realm, and they were kept because they were difficult to make a move for a while.

Fangzheng's eyes widened, and it took him a long time to accept the reality. He sighed and said softly, "I thought that if I hugged the thigh of the master of the soul, I could become rich overnight."

Seeing that he was so disappointed, He Xingzhou was inexplicably guilty, and suggested: "Why don't you go back to the sect with me tomorrow, there are a lot of good things there, just go and get what you want."