Chapter 773: Silly

Seeing that Wu Yanchang didn't know where to put the bottle, Yang Ling frowned and said, "You come with me first!"

Walking into the living room, Yang Ling turned over his hand and took out a small jade bottle and handed it to Wu Yanchang, "Since you have reached the Great Perfection of Physical Training, this is a pill of Qi Transformation Pill, you can eat it now, and I will help you protect the Fa!"

"Thank you, Master!" Wu Yanchang took the jade bottle, trembled a few times with excitement, and knelt on the ground with a pop, knocking his head three times. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Stepping into the Qi Cultivation Realm is almost his lifelong dream, from the moment the Eight Veins of the Qi Jing were opened, he knew that it was absolutely impossible to enter the Qi Cultivation Realm with his own cultivation alone, and it was absolutely impossible to enter the Qi Cultivation Realm by practicing to death, and he had to cooperate with pills or other items, not only Yang Ling had said this, but Daoist Xue had also told him, and asked him to come to Yang Ling, but he had always been very hesitant and it was not good to talk to his cheap master.

A pill of Qingshui Dan that seems to him to be very scummy now is sky-high, and he can't afford to kill him.

What's more, this kind of elixir that helps people really step into the legendary immortal realm in one step, he can't even think of it.

Yang Ling didn't know what Wu Yanchang was thinking? Although he knew a little bit of simple mind reading, he had never used it on people, and he didn't know if he would become an idiot if he read those people, not to mention that casually probing other people's thoughts was very dark and despicable.

He received three rings from Wu Yanchang, and then waved his hand and said, "You get up, you and I are masters and apprentices, you don't have to see each other like this!"

The words were a bit shameless, Wu Yanchang didn't mind, sat down cross-legged and opened the jade bottle tremblingly, until a pill as white as jade came out, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

An hour later, under Yang Ling's gaze, Wu Yanchang, who was meditating, opened his mouth and spewed out a few mouthfuls of dirty blood, and a faint fluctuation of vitality emanated from him.

After a few more minutes, Wu Yanchang opened his eyes and knelt on the ground again and kowtowed respectfully to Yang Ling before standing up.

Yang Ling took out a crystal clear ring and another small mineral water bottle and handed it to him, "This is a storage ring and three hundred Qingshui pills, you can take these pills for the time being, I have already agreed with Xue Daochang, two hundred of them will be used as a reward for the demonstration of magic weapons, and you will be responsible for arranging them at that time." ā€

Yang Ling said and turned his hand and took out a few pages, "This is the practice of practicing the Qi Realm, called the Nine Xuan True Technique, you take it back and practice it well." ā€

Then he took out a small black stick that was no more than a foot long, "This is a magic weapon, take it back and study it carefully, many things have to be explored by yourself!"

"Multi-...... Thank you, Master!" Wu Yanchang was so excited that he couldn't stand anymore, and his whole body was trembling.

Watching Wu Yanchang's flying car take off and fly farther and farther, Yang Ling sighed slightly and stood up, and his body entered the system with a shake.

Wu Yanchang and Daoist Xue, he doesn't plan to continue cultivating, his main energy is not on the earth, they have reached this realm now, and they will be a bridge between themselves and ordinary people in the future.

The courtyard was as quiet as ever, and Old Man Xian was busy in the Nine Refining Hall.

Because he was about to go to the mine star to fight with the Yuan Scorpion group, Ding Cong, Oda Yukiko and Dou Yuntao all needed more powerful magic weapons, so Yang Ling threw a lot of materials to Xian Canglan and asked him to create a batch of second-order and third-order attack and body protection magic weapons as soon as possible.

This old man has now accepted his fate and devoted himself to being a refiner for Yang Ling.

Yang Ling didn't bother Old Man Xian, and walked directly into the realm space.

In the open space outside the old spider man's experimental building, the small half-headed Yuan Scorpion that was thrown out before the Spring Festival is now less than one-third left, a dark blue gourd more than 30 meters high, a slightly shorter flower tree, a towering ancient tree with a height of nearly 50 meters, and several strange-shaped plants, with flowers, grasses and vines, like huge handicrafts placed on the ground.

On the other side, there were several monsters lying on the ground, all of which were thirty to fifty meters in size.

An ugly guy with a hairless body, wings on his back, black armor and a white head, white claws and a curved beak, and sharp teeth inside, named Yin Jia, is a demon vulture.

A guy whose whole body is covered with cyan scale armor, has a long tail and a large mouth, has three red jade crowns on his head, has thick limbs, and has claws that are half the length of his body is called green scales, and it is a demon lizard.

A guy as long as a snake, covered with black scales, a flat head, protruding eyes, and three golden feathers on the top of his head, named Candle Yin, is a demon viper.

There is also a body shaped like a lion, with red hair all over the body, a large mouth and fangs, a thick horn like blood jade on the forehead, and a thick and long tail, which is basically similar to the body.

The last one is not easy to describe, it can only be said to be quite terrifying, colorful, full of spikes, fangs and claws, the name is hideous, but it is a thing that doesn't know what the hell it is, Yang Ling once asked, even he doesn't know what kind of breed it is.

The reason why these five guys have to talk about it is because they are Yang Ling's five Heavenly Demon Clan war servants, and they will also be the most powerful junior brothers and thugs under him in the future.

Right now, the five war servants and the seven mages of the Earth Demon Clan have eaten too much of the flesh of the Void Realm Yuan Scorpion, and they are all showing their original forms in the process of rapid recovery and advancement.

In Yang Ling's divine thoughts, bursts of intense fluctuations continued to emanate from these guys, stirring the blue chaos magic stones above the heavenly dome, and under the illumination of a large amount of blue light, runes of various colors continued to flicker and jump on their bodies.

It was promised for a month, but now it seems that Yang Ling is not too sure that they will wake up from their slumber by then.

With a slight wave of his hand, Yang Ling put the remains of the Void Realm Yuan Scorpion, which still had about one-third left, into the ring, and then slowly walked to the front of the large flower pot.

A flower as black as jade lay in a pot.

"Nether, I'm coming to see you again!"

Yang Ling touched his hand on the cool petals, released his aura, and scanned the Netherworld Demon Flower with his divine sense, and found that it was basically the same, almost unchanged at all.

"Alas!" Yang Ling sighed, "Silly girl, it's good if you don't save me, save me so that Lao Tzu often can't sleep, you know, Lao Tzu doesn't like to owe favors to others, and I don't know if I finished eating the snacks I gave you last time?"

Yang Ling said as he stretched out his hand to gouge a few times in the flower pot, and found that the few magic staff buried last time were missing, and he was suddenly a little surprised, and looked up at the giant magician who was sleeping, and he didn't know whether the staff was stolen by this group of mages or eaten by this girl.

He thought for a while and took out a few more and buried them, then clapped his hands and returned to the courtyard of the system and walked into the Lingxiao Palace.

Everything was normal in the palace, and the temperature-controlled water cup was still hanging alone in the trading area. (To be continued.) )