Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

Chapter 177 Baidi City

The authority has really come to me!

Han Yu was shocked. The moment he thought about it, the symbol of authority really fell on the head of the spirit.

At this moment, it was twisting its face and looking complacent. With another thought of Han Yu, the key on its head disappeared again.

This time the key appeared above the bottle. Little Liuli's grinning expression had not yet disappeared, but she was already stunned.

And... it's gone again?

"Give me back my authority!"

Seeing that Little Liuli was about to make a fuss again, Han Yu had another thought helplessly, and the authority was transferred again.

So was it so that he could see the authority before so that he could use it one day?

After groping for a while, Han Yu gradually figured out the trick.

He couldn't use the authority to produce pills directly, he could only distribute the authority. If the authority was on the bottle, it would be normal to produce pills every day.

If it was on the side of the spirit, it would be the Hexi Pill, but the Hexi Pill can only be used by a person with innate magical powers or a person with luck.

What would happen if the authority was in his own hands, and the bottle and the spirit lost their authority at the same time?

Would the pill stop being produced?

After Xiao Liuli regained the authority, he looked suspicious.

When did the bottle become so easy to talk to? He just yelled and the authority was returned to him.

While he was wondering, he once again felt a strange feeling being quickly withdrawn from him, which was the power of authority.

After he looked up and looked around in the sea of ​​consciousness, he saw a key being materialized above the sea of ​​consciousness.

In just a moment, his whole face swelled several times, and he roared angrily.

"Ah! Bastard, that's my authority..."

A whole hour passed.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a quilt was covering the dragon blood stone, and the spirit of the weapon lay on it with his head covered, motionless.

It was already as hopeless as death.

I waited for Han Yu to unseal me, and waited for more than a year.

After I came out, I touched the power a few times, and then I was suppressed by the bottle.

That's fine, there is hope to fight for it back after a back and forth.

But now this thought is directly disillusioned as the bottle changes again.

This damn bottle actually handed the power directly to Han Yu. What's the difference between this and recognizing the master?

There is no need to fight for it in the future, and it's useless to fight for it.

The power has been completely mastered by Han Yu.

Although the bottle expected such a day when it gave Han Yu the ability to see the power, it still felt very uncomfortable when it really came.

"How about leaving the power with you for a few days?"

Han Yu looked at the half-dead guy on the dragon blood stone and spoke helplessly.

At this time, the quilt was slightly opened, revealing a pair of eyes.

"Are you serious?"

After Han Yu nodded helplessly, he saw him crawling out weakly.

"But I have to do an experiment before I give it to you."

The experiment, of course, is to try what will happen if the authority remains in one's hands.

The sudden change of the bottle this time has brought about too much change.

Han Yu suddenly became the controlling party from the passive party, and he is still confused now.

I can't just accept it muddleheadedly!

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"I don't accept it."

Bai Bufen shook his head decisively. This was the first sentence he took the initiative to speak after entering Dengque Tower for three full days.

For the past three days, he has been silent, but Elder Feng beside him is exhausted.

He has not stopped talking for three consecutive days, and now his voice is almost hoarse. He thought he could retire after success.

As a result, Quan Xiaotong suddenly wanted to squeeze out the last value of Bai Bufen-the ghost way technique.

This kind of technique is extremely practical. Although it is not good at frontal attack, it has outstanding abilities in concealment, life-saving, and escape, and is more suitable for cultivators like the Supervisory Department.

More importantly, the court must take action against the corpse-refining lineage. Such a force that is hidden behind the scenes and stirring up trouble is definitely a huge hidden danger.

If the Lingjing Building can analyze the restraint method of the ghost-path technique, it will be easier to deal with the other party at that time.

For this reason, Quan Xiaotong did not hesitate to offer conditions. As long as Bai Bufen is willing to cooperate, the four impulses in these twenty-eight days will definitely allow the Baicao Division to save his life.

But I didn't expect Bai Bufen to refuse without thinking.

Elder Feng frowned and spoke hoarsely, "I understand your worries. The Huangquan Mansion is unfathomable and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand. If you betray, you will definitely suffer crazy revenge, and it will be difficult for you to even want to die."

Don't forget, they can also refine people into corpses, and they will never be reborn forever.

This is more terrible than death.

After saying this, Elder Feng sighed very sadly and spoke his heart out.

"Brother, you have been with me for three days. Although you didn't say anything, you have betrayed me almost enough. Otherwise, you should pity me and finally tell me about this!"

"My throat is really about to break."

Bai Bufen glanced at him coldly and turned away.

Elder Feng could only look at Quan Xiaotong helplessly. God knows what this host's brain is like. He can suddenly come up with a whim to let himself get other people's skills.

The key is that skills are different from emotions! Can this be tricked out?

It would be easier if you let him get some secrets.

Quan Xiaotong seemed to be lost in thought. He was determined to obtain this ghost technique and would never give up easily.

After a long time, he suddenly ordered the cultivator beside him.

"Bring the two evil disciples here."

After a while, Yan Kong and Yan Bing were pushed in by several cultivators. Yan Bing still looked cold. Yan Kong may have suffered too much from the pills. Now he is humble and submissive, no longer acting like the senior brother.

After the two came to the building, Quan Xiaotong put forward his requirements.

What he needed the two to do was very simple, to build an illusion that could make Bai Bufen completely immersed...

"I can't help the court, so you can give up this idea!"

Yan Bing turned his head away with a cold snort and sneered.

"Then take them down and beat them three times a day... add one more at night, four times!"

Quan Xiaotong didn't waste words and immediately waved his hand to let them go directly.

This guy has already given up. He has been beaten so many times that he doesn't care about one or two more beatings.

But Quan Xiaotong doesn't mind giving him some more explosive stuff. When the one-year period comes, the drug will take effect and make him feel more painful.

After dealing with Yan Bing, he glanced at Yan Kong again.

Yan Kong looked distressed. He didn't refuse, but the difficulty was simply impossible to achieve.

"I can let him enter the dream when he was practicing, but the skills can't be obtained."

If this can be achieved, wouldn't their sect have any skills, and there would be no chance for the Tianyuan Nine Sects to emerge.

This is enough. As long as he can get him to practice the skills wholeheartedly, it may not be impossible to obtain it.

These were discussed directly in front of Bai Bufen, and Quan Xiaotong asked him again.

"Are you going to say it yourself, or will you let Elder Feng say it in your dream later?"

Bai Bufen's face turned pale. He already understood the means Quan Xiaotong wanted to use, but how could there be such a perverted ability in this world.

Does he still have a choice?

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"Why not?"

"Choose me!"

The spirit of the weapon shouted.

Han Yu spent a day trying out the authority.

If the authority was only in his hands, nothing would happen.

Including the production of pills!

As long as the authority was not in Pingzi, the daily production of pills actually stopped!

In this way, it was up to him to choose who to give the authority to in the future.

At first, Han Yu was overjoyed, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to have no effect.

If Pingzi wanted to revive, it would rely on continuous production of pills to collect and feedback its own energy. This still required giving it authority.

So there was still no choice!

The spirit of the weapon was not convinced.

Did you forget my Hexi Pill?

Han Yu shook his head. Although the Hexi Pill was powerful, the audience was too small. Only a few people from south to north could meet the conditions for eating the Hexi Pill.

"What do you think if I took the authority myself and went back to be a salted fish?"

Han Yu asked suddenly.

The spirit of the weapon sneered in the sea of ​​consciousness. Let alone the matter of the King of Ginseng, the corpse refining lineage would not let him go.

"Also, you are not a quiet person."

He has been playing with the pills for many times. Anyway, whether it is Han Yu's character exposed or the bottle that changed him.

Han Yu is definitely not a quiet person now.

Otherwise, he could continue to stay in Huaizhou Prefecture. He wants to lead the people behind the corpse refining in circles. Isn't it that the heart of making trouble is at work!

For three whole days, Han Yu kept his promise and really gave the power to the spirit of the weapon.

This made it very happy. All day long, he dragged the dragon blood stone to the side of the bottle and then jumped on it and lay down.

"See, authority! It's mine."

Xiao Liuli has suffered from the oppression of the bottle for a long time. He has been suppressed by the bottle alive or deducted from his income. He is almost crazy. Now he has the opportunity and he must show off.

Han Yu found it difficult to understand its behavior. It only had power but no way to use it. The pills still had to be produced through the bottle.

After showing off, he still had to beg the other party if he really needed to use his power.

Three days later, a magnificent city stood before him.

A government road that could accommodate four carriages snaked out of the city.

Pedestrians crowded on the government road, with monks and civilians mixed in. Dozens of guards at the gate of the city stood on both sides with their heads held high and swords pointed.

On the top of the city, three majestic characters were hung high above it - Baidi City.

Under the city, all the civilians or monks entering the city were entering the city slowly and orderly.

Until Han Yu was about to enter the city, a guard suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Sir, are you not a local monk?"

The guard asked kindly, with a neither humble nor arrogant look.

"I am from the southern border."

Han Yu smiled and said.

The guard nodded, clasped his fists and bowed, apologetically.

"Then you may need to go to the government office with one of my brothers to register. I'm really sorry, there is an incident in Baidi City and martial law is in place."

"Foreign monks need to register at the government office before they can walk freely in the city. Please forgive me."

Han Yu was stunned. Something happened in Baidi City?