Violent Cultivation of Immortals through time travel

"We're talking about Kun'an Forest, and people from Seven Star Academy and Qingyun Academy have come over."

"That's good," Han Xiumo was delighted to hear, "Foundation-building monks should be able to solve the situation over there."

Then there's nothing wrong with them.

Han Xiumo didn't expect to see that foundation-building monster in the forest. If that guy was really the one from the secret realm, the situation would only become more complicated.

"good."

Han Xiumo saw the tripod on the table.

He had an intuition that this tripod was made by Yun Mingyuan.

"Did you refine this?" Han Xiumo pointed to the tripod.

Yun Mingyuan's expression suddenly became complicated: "Yes."

What he wanted was clearly a medicine cauldron.

"What is the function of this cauldron? It looks like a medicine cauldron..." Han Xiumo directly held the cauldron in his hand, touched it with his spiritual sense, and his face became indescribable.

Before Yun Mingyuan could stop it, he was exposed.

He immediately gave up resisting, and admitted honestly: "Actually, what I want to make is a medicine cauldron, but the refined product, for some reason, becomes this thing."

This cauldron is not completely useless, but the skill points seem to be a bit wrong.

"This cauldron can wash dishes automatically?" Han Xiumo's expression was a little subtle.

Yun Mingyuan nodded heavily.

"What's the difference between this and the chopsticks that pick up food automatically?" Han Xiumo couldn't help but question his soul.

For a while, it was difficult for Yun Mingyuan to explain why he made such a strange thing after refining the magic weapon.

"Could it be that Tiandao thinks I'm more suitable to be a cook?"

"Wake up," Han Xiumo broke his fantasy without hesitation, "A real cook will not be lazy to use tools that automatically load vegetables and automatically wash dishes."

He felt that Yun Mingyuan's two achievements were like pure foodies.

Take a look, the chopsticks that automatically pick up vegetables, the tripod that automatically washes dishes, from eating to washing dishes, you don’t need to do it yourself. Isn’t this the highest level of lazy people?

Yun Mingyuan couldn't help but wonder if he had no talent in refining weapons.

He thought for a while, and took out a few dark beads: "Look at this, is it okay?"

"Did you refine this too?" Han Xiumo held a dark bead, and looked left and right, but he couldn't tell there was anything special about it.

"This is the liquid explosive I used before. I made a shell with the refining method to hold the explosive. Now I can't throw it away casually. It needs to be detonated with spiritual power." Yun Mingyuan nodded, "And I put the explosive Concentrated a bit, the current one, blowing up half of the mountain shouldn't be a big problem."

He thought for a while, and added: "There is no such thing as an ordinary mountain with the bonus of various formations and protective magic weapons."

Han Xiumo originally wondered whether it would be more promising for Yun Mingyuan to continue to engage in formations, but after seeing this black bead, all the words he originally wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

This person is not talented, he is clearly a genius!

It's just that the skill was in the wrong position for a while. He believes that with Yun Mingyuan's strength, he will soon get rid of the shadow of the strange dish washing tripod and automatic chopsticks!

"Is this thing easy to refine?" Han Xiumo looked at the handful of black beads that Yun Mingyuan grabbed out and put on the table, feeling like he was asking nonsense.

Sure enough, Yun Mingyuan's answer was very embarrassing: "It's easy, as long as you have enough materials, you should be able to fill a storage bag in three days."

Han Xiumo: "..."

As expected, Yun Mingyuan couldn't be treated with common sense.

"Then does this bead have a name? Let's continue to call it liquid explosive." The main reason is that it doesn't look like a liquid anymore, so calling it liquid explosive is not good.

"It's called Yehuo." Yun Mingyuan made a final decision.

He reached out and put a night fire in Han Xiumo's palm: "Hold these for self-defense first, and I will refine a storage bag for you in a while, and let's see who gets upset and just blow them up."

Han Xiumo, who was worried about whether Yun Mingyuan would feel uncomfortable if he killed someone before: "..."

He felt that he was still shallow.

Yun Mingyuan watched the vivid expression on Han Xiumo's face, and the corners of his eyes slowly stained with a smile.

Han Xiumo was not polite, and put away the things directly, he also took out a bottle, and blinked his eyes showing off: "I, after more than a month of frying, finally got rid of the little fairy Xiao Tianxing Qingludan. "

Yun Mingyuan looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Xiao Tian Xing Qing Lu Pill can reduce the impurities in the pills, and at the same time integrate part of the power of the stars into the blood, and the power of the stars will affect the monk's alchemy." Han Xiumo and the star grass have been fighting for a month. Only barely mastered the refining method of Xiao Tianxing Qinglu Pill, "However, with our current cultivation base, we can't take Xiao Tianxing Qinglu Pill."

He checked Yun Mingyuan's cultivation level, and found that Yun Mingyuan was still at the ninth level of Qi refining, which was the level of the original owner Yun Mingyuan before his accident.

His intuition was wrong: "How do you feel about your recent practice?"

"Everything is normal, but the cultivation base has not continued to grow." Yun Mingyuan has weak common sense in this area, "But the spiritual power in my body has been increasing, and recently I deliberately slowed down the progress of cultivation."

He also noticed that there was something wrong with this body, but he was not a doctor after all, so he could only follow his intuition first and take an appropriate way to deal with it.

Han Xiumo held Yun Mingyuan's hand: "Mind if I check on your health?"

"Check it out." Yun Mingyuan took the initiative to relax his body, allowing Han Xiumo's spiritual sense to check his situation.

He still doesn't know how much trust is needed to allow others to check on his situation in the world of comprehension, he just did it instinctively.

Han Xiumo's spiritual sense penetrated into Yun Mingyuan's arm, checking Yun Mingyuan's physical condition inch by inch.

Although he spent a lot of time doing other things, he did not slacken in his cultivation. Now the impurities in his body have been almost tempered by the spiritual energy, and the tendons in his body have become stronger and full of vitality.

It's just... a little too lively.

Han Xiumo frowned, continued to investigate, and found that the route of spiritual energy in Yun Mingyuan's body was very special, presumably it was Yun Mingyuan's revised route according to his own feelings-on the whole, this direction is not wrong, for Yun Mingyuan For Yuan, it even played an unexpected role.

When he reached the dantian, Han Xiumo sensed something was wrong.

Yun Mingyuan's dantian was empty.

If a monk wants to build a foundation, he actually compresses the spiritual power in his body to the dantian to form a stable source of spiritual power supply. The dantian can store more spiritual power when it reaches a certain critical value. base period.

Generally speaking, when a monk reaches the ninth level of Qi refining, or after the Great Perfection, he can naturally compress his spiritual power to his dantian without a teacher. After the air mass is formed, the foundation can be built.

But Yun Mingyuan's dantian was empty.

This is not normal.

He frowned and withdrew his consciousness, his face was not very good-looking.

Yun Mingyuan looked at him: "Is my situation very bad?"

"It's not bad." In fact, Yun Mingyuan's physical condition seemed to be too good, "but what's the matter with your dantian?"

"Dantian?" Yun Mingyuan looked blank. "What is Dantian?"

Han Xiumo: "..."

He seemed to understand what the problem was.

As an outsider, Yun Mingyuan was able to cultivate to the ninth level of Qi training. In addition to his amazing learning ability, he was also honored by the original owner. The body of the original owner was already familiar with the cultivation to the ninth level of Qi training, so Yun Ming Yuan also cultivated to this level.

But later... no one taught him what to do.

"Do you usually feel that spiritual power will gather in this direction?" Han Xiumo pointed to Yun Mingyuan's dantian.

Yun Mingyuan nodded: "Yes, but I prevented the gathering of spiritual power."

Han Xiumo: "..." As expected.

He was not surprised at all.

He explained with some dumbfounding that it was not a bad thing to gather spiritual power to the dantian, and told Yun Mingyuan some common sense in a simple way.

Yun Mingyuan sat obediently in his seat, listening to Han Xiumo's words, he looked like a studious student who only needed a small notebook to take notes.

Yun Mingyuan's expression was very serious, while Han Xiumo was talking, his eyes fell on Yun Mingyuan's face, and he couldn't move his eyes for a while.

Han Ye, who realized that his existence was a bit redundant, had already sneaked into the kitchen and started cooking dinner.

Whenever he saw Brother Han and Brother Yun wishing to stick their eyes to each other, Han Ye always felt that his body was shining.

At night, Yun Mingyuan and Han Xiumo were in the common room, each sitting on a futon to meditate. Yun Mingyuan knew about the compression of spiritual power. He felt that the excess spiritual power was directed to Dantian.

Han Xiumo had been salty fish for so long, and wanted to build a foundation with Yun Mingyuan on a whim.

The spiritual power around the two quietly circulated, and in the stillness of the night, there was a bit of wonderful harmony.

The four major families of Pingyun City and the foundation-building monks from several foreign forces gathered together.

Their faces were all serious.

"According to our investigation, there is very likely to be a ruin of the Alchemy God here." The monks of the Seven Star Academy looked uneasy. This result means that the treasure in this secret realm cannot be kept by them alone.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator of Qingyun College had an equally ugly expression: "The Danshen site will not be born for more than half a year. We can't prevent the site from appearing, nor can we postpone it."

This also means that in half a year, the situation here will be publicized everywhere, and even monks from further away may hear the news and rush over.

The monks of the four major families in Pingyun City had mixed feelings.

They first noticed that there was a secret treasure in the Kun'an Forest, but they couldn't even find it with their strength, so they could only watch other people come to share a piece of the pie.

Hearing this news, their eyes suddenly went dark.

Because the monks of Seven Star Academy and Qingyun Academy don't look good, they don't think that just a few of them can really compete with those truly powerful forces.

Several people had a bit of despair on their faces.

"At this point, we might as well spread the news directly."

Everyone looked at the person who said this in unison.

Yun Zhihong, who had already built the foundation, showed a smile, and his tone was casual, with a bit of sarcasm: "Since Pingyun City can't get much benefit, why don't you directly invite capable people from all over the world to come and explore the Danshen ruins, saying Maybe someone will fall in love with the younger generation in the city, and they will soar into the sky."