Unlimited Adaptation

Lei Lin Dynasty, Duoer City, Yue Lai Inn.

In the independent small courtyard, Yan Xing lay in the bathtub with a happy face, and several young girls knelt around him, wiping his body with green jade fingers.

"Okay, go out."

Yan Xing waved his hand, and the smell of gunpowder and sulfur on his body had been washed away.

"Yes, young master!"

The girls stood up slowly, their faces flushed, not knowing whether it was due to the heat or because of shyness.

Looking back every three steps, a bold girl whispered in a low voice when she went out: "Young master, do you need me to sleep with you?"

He was young, rich, and so handsome, and he was extremely generous. He was willing to pay for him.

"No need."

Yan Xing didn't have this idea. In his sight, the mites crawling in the pores of these girls with pink skin were clearly visible, and the smell of rotting meat residue three days ago in the gaps between their teeth, mixed with a little bloody smell that could not be covered by inferior rouge, were all clearly audible.

Sorry, I can't stand up.

"Yes."

The women looked regretful and reluctantly closed the door and left.

Hula——

Yan Xing walked out of the bathtub, his blood flowing to evaporate the water vapor, wrapped in a clean robe, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

This is the extraordinary world, the class is solidified and extremely distinct.

The monks are undoubtedly standing at the top of the class.

As a member of this class, he enjoys the class benefits, and naturally has no idea of ​​betraying his own class. Jumping out and shouting slogans, liberating all mankind?

Let all ordinary people also enjoy the benefits of monks?

Naive, he only has evolution in his eyes, and his mind is on his own ideas. He is not interested in this kind of childish things.

Speaking of which, the monks practice hard, fight against the fog for the tribe, and risk their lives at any time. The common people are protected by the monks and should serve the monks.

Therefore, being served by a few little girls to bathe is normal in this world, not to mention in this extraordinary world. He was still like this in his previous life. He had supreme power, so he had to bathe himself.

The money he rewarded was enough for these little girls to live a rich life. If they didn't bathe him, they would be sent to bathe other ugly and old things.

This is their job.

Yan Xing shook his head, shook off these meaningless thoughts, and began to get eager in his heart, preparing to count the spoils.

With a flip of his palm, an irregular metal with a white gold color was taken out from the hell dimension.

"Ten thousand refinings·Black iron gold essence!"

One hundred billion tons of black iron were refined by him with the fire of hell, and finally sublimated in the terrifying collision, leaving only a small piece as big as a fist.

If it is forged by manpower, it needs to be refined a hundred times to make such a thing, which is very valuable.

After playing with it for a while, he threw it back to the Hell Dimension. Yan Xing had no idea of ​​refining weapons for the time being. His strength was still in the stage of rapid development, so it was not appropriate to forge it.

"The next step is the highlight!"

Yan Xing rubbed his palms and took out the bronze box that was already a little broken and full of inscriptions.

Everything in the Yin Tomb Base was vaporized, except for this small box, which was preserved.

Yan Xing guessed that this thing was probably stored in the deepest part of the base, and a secret room was built with extremely hard materials, and various formations were arranged, so that it could withstand the terrifying destructive power.

With such strict protection, there is no doubt that it must be a treasure house.

The material of this bronze box itself is also very strong, and the surface is engraved with formation diagrams. Yan Xing saw several types at a glance, including solidification, defense, blockade, etc.

But now, these methods are scrapped, and even the main body of the box is full of cracks and is about to break.

According to the conventions of the rivers and lakes, if the box is opened, there must be hidden weapons, right?

Yan Xing smiled without fear, and pulled the lock with force, directly opening the box.

Puff! Sizzle--

A rain of pear blossom needles?

Yan Xing was close at hand, and there was no way to avoid it. He was pierced all over by the green cow hair needles, and his body was directly pierced.

Fortunately, the gravitational field opened in time to bind and solidify all the needles, otherwise there would be countless casualties in the streets behind him.

Sizzle!

The wound was emitting green smoke and corroded by the terrifying toxin, but it only lasted for a few breaths, and the realm was devoured by the [Wan'e Poison Body].

His talent was slightly enhanced, and he also harvested a poison. He suffered a little, but this wave was not a loss.

Yan Xing looked into the inside of the box. In the space that was neither too big nor too small, there was soft silk, and three storage rings were lying quietly inside.

Taking out a silver-white ring, Yan Xing's powerful mind directly pierced it.

The ring was unimpeded, and its owner was no longer an owner. Its owner was probably turned into steam in the explosion.

Storage rings, in theory, need spiritual energy as a driving energy source. Although Yan Xing has no spiritual energy, his "will" is extremely powerful, with a full twenty points. Normal mortal bodies usually have about seven or eight points. Such a huge will is enough to drive the storage magic weapon without spirit.

With a sweep of the mind, the sparkling, white spiritual stones came into view.

There are fifty high-grade spiritual stones, hundreds of medium-grade spiritual stones, and hundreds of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones!

The exchange ratio of spiritual stones is one to one hundred.

If you want to exchange for high-level spiritual stones, you often have to take more than two layers, and there is no market for them. Few people will take them out for exchange. They are more useful than low-level spiritual stones and have a wider range of uses.

"Yes, these spiritual stones can be directly absorbed for cultivation after entering the Lingxuan Realm. No matter how many, it will not be enough."

Yan Xing nodded with satisfaction, then picked up a completely black ring and immersed his mind into it.

"Hmm?"

With a frown, he saw many letters, secret letters, and various rosters, all of which were some secret intelligence and combat missions of the Yin Tomb. He also saw his name in them.

These things are very important to the Yin Fen Organization, but they are useless to his cultivation.

"I wonder if anyone is willing to pay for these things."

Existence is reasonable. Sometimes the value of information exceeds people's imagination, but it is just a small stronghold, and there must be no earth-shattering secrets.

Yan Xing shook his head, put down the ring, and immersed his mind into the last red ring.

All kinds of strange objects came into view, including weapons, poisons, sundries, pills, materials, and even a pile of bloody heads. This is naturally the mission target of the Yin Tomb.

"Yes, these pills are of high quality, and the quantity is large, more than a thousand bottles!"

"And there is this..."

Yan Xing narrowed his eyes and took out a syringe filled with turbid liquid, which was exactly what the red-robed ghost used.

There are nine syringes in total.

In addition, Yan Xing took out a few strange-shaped things with a thought. Why do I say strange? Because they don't look like tools in the cultivation world, with a hint of science fiction.

"Is it a creation from the Mechanical Kingdom?"

Yan Xing picked up a silver-white glove. This glove was actually solid, but the palm could be easily inserted into it. It was a strange liquid metal.

Tiao still remembered that in the Ghost Sorrow Gorge, a white-robed ghost in the mortal realm used this stretchable glove to instantly kill dozens of city guards in the same realm.

There was no instruction manual. Yan Xing played with it for a while, but he didn't know how to use it at all, so he had to put these things away first.

The creations of the Mechanical Kingdom are forbidden to be used within the scope of the cultivators' rule. It is easy to understand. This is related to the differences in Taoism and ideas, as well as competition.

Although it is forbidden by the order, these things are easy to use. This is a technological creation that allows the weak to counterattack and defeat the strong. The requirements for users are not high, not as harsh as the magic weapons in the cultivation world.

Therefore, there are often secret circulations of technological creations in the black market, not to mention the lawless evil forces such as Yinfen. As long as they can achieve their goals, they dare to sacrifice evil spirits, let alone a mere technological creation.

Yan Xing tapped all the pills lightly and made a rough estimate of the total amount of energy that could be provided to him based on the number of grades.

"Not enough!"

His current body has a big appetite.

In the "Dragon Breath Body Forging", Yan Xing secretly stole the dragon source liquid. On the sixth day, he pushed the three-dimensional value to 20.9, but the last 0.1 could not be passed.

This is stuck at the peak of the second extreme.

The three-dimensional value has not changed, and the strength has not increased, but the flesh and blood particles have not stopped absorbing energy in the past two or three months.

Yan Xing used gravity to forge his body day and night, and also took a lot of pills, but the flesh and blood particles only took in but did not come out, as if they were undergoing some kind of transformation.

Yan Xing estimated that if he succeeded in breaking through the realm, his strength would usher in a leap-forward improvement, instead of only increasing the three-dimensional body of the body by 3 points like the previous two times.

"One effort, then another, then another, try to get it all in one go, and now get rid of these useless things in the black market."

Yan Xing put on his clothes, walked through the inn, and walked against the flow of people towards the southern city wall.

Dor City is the second largest city in the Thunder Scale Dynasty after the capital, with a population of more than 30 million. Such a huge city naturally has traces of cultivators, and naturally, things like the black market are also born.

He came to this city, of course, not to let the beautiful sister serve him in the bath, so superficial, the main goal is to think about going to the black market to exchange cultivation resources and get rid of stolen goods.

There is a cave in the south wall that only practitioners can see. After midnight, you can walk through the cave and enter the black market covered by the formation.

It was midnight, and the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds. The sparsely populated south wall looked even more desolate and dilapidated.

Yan Xing looked calm, as if he was going home, and walked into the cave covered by the sleight of hand. At the same time, an old man and several young girls also entered with him.

In the dark passage, after walking more than a hundred steps and stepping over a layer of invisible light film, he suddenly felt bright in front of his eyes.

There were continuous buildings, clean and wide bluestone streets, shops, and stalls. Every few distances, a dim fluorescent light was set up. In the not-so-bright environment, the communication between the figures was all whispered.

Secretive and sneaky, it is indeed the appearance of the black market.

"Hey, young man, you look so new! Is this your first time here?"

An old man at a street stall grinned, revealing a mouthful of burnt yellow teeth, and looked at Yan Xing with a scrutinizing gaze. Many people around him also had a gloomy and weird look.

Yan Xing was indeed too special.

In the entire black market, everyone was wearing a black robe, and some even wore masks, trying to cover up their physical features as much as possible.

Yan Xing, on the other hand, was upright and dignified. He had just taken a shower and still had a fresh scent on his body. He walked into the black market in flip-flops.

There were two words in his body: immature!

"oh?"

Yan Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, not caring about the covetous eyes around him, and caressed his sleeves gently, revealing the identity plate on his waist.

"Any questions?"

——Feixian——

The two characters of dragon and phoenix dance, shining brightly under the dim light, instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Bang!

Plop——

"Sir, make atonement, my lord, I am blind and blind, I bumped into you, I deserve to die! I deserve to die!!"

Kowtowing and slapping oneself, the black market suddenly fell silent with only crisp sounds left.

"Okay."

Too lazy to pay attention to these old fools, Yan Xing walked away.

If you have an identity, you have to make good use of it to avoid a lot of trouble, although he is not afraid of trouble.

Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?

Yan Xing disdains it.