Zhang Ruochen walked around the martial arts market in the ancient city of Taiyin, but he didn't buy suitable talisman treasures and offensive treasures. Eight?? 1 Chinese ?(a).

To reach his current cultivation realm, if he needs to use talisman treasures and offensive treasures, it must be because he has encountered a strong enemy at the level of a saint.

You must know that the talisman treasures that can resist the attacks of the saints can only be refined by the major medieval families and the major ancient sects, and the number must be extremely rare, as long as important people can carry them.

Originally, the Blood God Sect's "Sect Leader True Fire Order" was a powerful talisman treasure, but it was taken away by the previous sect leader and failed to pass it on to Zhang Ruochen.

Offensive treasures that can hurt the saint are even rarer.

The Holy Talisman of the Five Tribulations Town that Shi Qiankun gave to Zhang Ruochen is considered a piece. As for the Holy Match given to Zhang Ruochen by Elder Taishang, it was already an extremely powerful offensive treasure.

The biggest feature of offensive treasures is that they can ignore the cultivation realm and suppress opponents.

Of course, in the ancient city of Taiyin, Zhang Ruochen did not find nothing, and still bought some rare elixir medicinal materials.

According to Xiao Hei, using the medicinal materials of these elixirs, coupled with the holy elixirs in the treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty, it can refine an elixir that can help the sages heal their wounds.

Under the Holy Realm, the best healing elixir is none other than the Dead Wood Pill.

As long as the monk takes a dead wood pill, even if he only has one breath left, he can save his life.

However, after reaching the Holy Realm, the essence of the monk's life will change drastically, the life level will be degraded, and the medicinal effect of the Dead Wood Pill will also be greatly reduced.

Even, for the sages of the Xuanhuang Realm, the Dead Wood Pill had lost any healing effect for them.

To reach the Holy Realm, whether it is a healing pill or an elixir to improve cultivation, it must be a holy pill in order to have obvious medicinal effects.

Shengdan, you can't find it.

Therefore, the vast majority of sages can only break through to a higher realm by virtue of their own comprehension and long-term accumulation, and it is also very normal for them to break through a realm after cultivating for a hundred or two hundred years.

Unless you find the Saint Pill, you can speed up your cultivation.

Xiao Hei sorted out the elixir medicinal materials that Zhang Ruochen had just bought, and said, "In the treasury of the Qinglong Dynasty, there should be 10,000-year-old Liu Xincao, right?"

Zhang Ruochen took out the golden light hidden bag, searched for it, took out a green holy grass, and said, "This willow new grass should be 20,000 years old!"

The willow grass is very much like a willow branch that has just pulled out its buds, with wisps of holy light flowing on the leaves, and at the same time, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

Xiao Hei's eyes lit up, and he said, "Yes, the higher the age of Liu Xincao, the stronger the medicinal power, and the Fengchun Pill refined will also have a stronger healing effect." ”

"Do you want to refine Fengchun Pill?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"It's Feng Chundan. ”

Fengchun Dan is definitely at the level of Shengdan, which can help sages heal.

In the hands of a sage, mastering a Fengchun Pill is equivalent to an extra life.

If Xiao Hei can really refine the Fengchun Pill, then this time he will enter the wilderness, Zhang Ruochen will be a little more sure.

Xiao Hei took out a Dan furnace and began to refine the Fengchun Dan.

Zhang Ruochen sat not far from the Dan furnace and continued to cultivate. Previously, after refining a holy fruit, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation increased by a large margin, and his body reached a saturated state.

According to his judgment, it should have reached the peak of the Second Tribulation Quasi-Saint.

Everything was the credit of the Holy Fruit, otherwise, his cultivation level would not have been so fast.

"My physical body and spiritual power have reached the holy realm, which is more solid than the foundation of the quasi-saint, and I can survive the third quasi-saint tribulation, life and death tribulation at any time. ”

Zhang Ruochen secretly made a decision to go through the spatial wormhole and go to the Eastern Regions immediately.

Only by surviving the third quasi-holy tribulation can you condense the holy source and become a true martial saint.

Next, Zhang Ruochen took out the "Secret Book of Time and Space" and continued to study the third realm of the time sword technique, the twelve-hour sword technique.

The twelve-hour swordsmanship, a total of twelve swords, each sword has different characteristics, contains infinite mystical rules of time, the more you understand, the more you can feel the subtlety and power of the swordsmanship.

Time, the most unpredictable, formless and substantial, invisible, ungraspable, if it weren't for the Sumeru Holy Monk to combine time and swordsmanship to create a time swordsmanship, Zhang Ruochen may not have started yet.

"The predecessors of the Sumeru Holy Monk must have had good intentions in creating the time sword technique, so that I can use the sword technique to get started and understand the mysteries of time. Zhang Ruochen said.

While comprehending the sword and comprehending the mystery of time, Zhang Ruochen was completely immersed in it.

"Bang. ”

A loud bang came from the direction of the gate.

Zhang Ruochen and Xiao Hei were both startled, only to see that a gray figure slammed open the door and rushed to the side of the alchemy furnace.

It was a drunken old man, dressed in a crumpled gray robe, with a gray cloth hat on his head, and a messy white head peeking out from the edge of the hat, no different from a beggar.

"Woohoo. ”

Lao Suo's hands stroked the alchemy furnace that had been burned red, and his nose sniffed vigorously against the wall of the alchemy furnace, looking very intoxicated: "Liu Xincao...... Twenty-three thousand six hundred and forty years...... It is really a waste that such a holy medicine is actually used for alchemy. ”

Zhang Ruochen stood up and stared at Lao Suo who suddenly broke in with a vigilant gaze.

Obviously, Lao Suo smelled the breath of the holy medicine before he broke in. However, before the alchemy, Xiao Hei had already arranged a formation that could block the medicinal fragrance from diffusing out.

How sensitive must Lao Suo's nose be to be able to smell the fragrance of the holy medicine through the formation?

Secondly, the alchemy furnace has already burned red, and the temperature is so high. Lao Suo touched with both hands, but he was not injured, and from this alone, it can already be seen that Lao Suo is by no means an ordinary person.

"With my spiritual power, I can only roughly judge that the willow grass is about 23,000 years old. He just sniffed it, and he was able to tell the exact year of Liu Xincao, which was really not simple. ”

Zhang Ruochen tried his best to remain calm and walked over to Lao Suo.

Lao Su didn't seem to be able to see Zhang Ruochen and Xiao Hei at all, he just held the alchemy furnace with both hands, and sighed: "A holy medicine-level willow new grass should be used to brew catkins wine. It is used to refine Fengchun Dan, which is completely wasteful. ”

Xiao Hei's two paws stretched out, and a cold light appeared, ready to strike.

Zhang Ruochen stopped it.

Although the drunkard Lao Suo was a little weird, he didn't mean to snatch the alchemy furnace, so it was best not to take the initiative, so as not to provoke a great enemy.

Zhang Ruochen was wearing a white robe, looking personable, came behind Lao Suo, and said with a smile: "The predecessors seem to have a deep study of winemaking and alchemy, I don't know what to call it?"

Lao Suo let go of his hands holding the alchemy furnace, looked at Zhang Ruochen behind him, and said, "There is no research, just a little bit of understanding." ”

After a pause, Lao Suo said again: "I drank too much wine, and the whole person was a little numb, and I couldn't remember what my name was." However, people who know the old man are called old man drunkards. ”

"It's like a drunken maniac. Xiao Hei said coldly.

The drunken maniac was not angry, grabbed the wine gourd hanging from his waist, poured it into his mouth, and in an instant, a gourd of wine was drunk to nothing.

"I just hate that the gourd is too small, and I drink it clean in one sip. ”

The drunken maniac hung the gourd back up, took a wine bag from his back, sat down next to the alchemy furnace, and continued to drink.

Xiao Hei sent a message to Zhang Ruochen: "This drunken maniac is by no means an ordinary person, not necessarily, he already knows your identity, deliberately pretending to be crazy and stupid, wanting to get close to you and seize the treasures on your body." ”

"I'm going to try his tricks. ”

Zhang Ruochen walked over to the drunken maniac, suddenly sped up, turned into a series of afterimages, appeared next to the drunken maniac, stretched out two fingers, and snatched the wine bag from the drunkard's hand.

Surprisingly, he did not encounter resistance from the drunken maniac, and easily snatched the wine bag away.

The drunken maniac raised his head, was slightly stunned, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Zhang Ruochen grabbed the wine bag and looked at the pure and innocent eyes of the drunken maniac, but he was a little overwhelmed.

"Haha, I see, you like to drink too, don't you?"

Like a child, the drunken maniac jumped up from the ground and flipped several times in a row, looking very excited.

Zhang Ruochen just breathed a sigh of relief, and the tip of his nose smelled a strong smell of wine.

The drunken maniac actually came to Zhang Ruochen's side, very close, stared at him a little madly, and urged: "Drink! Since you want to drink, then don't be polite to me." Just one word, drink. ”

Zhang Ruochen thought about it carefully, and felt that his spirit had been too tightly tied recently, and everyone looked like evil people with bad intentions, and sometimes, such a mental state should be changed.

Zhang Ruochen showed a smile and said, "Thank you for the wine of your predecessors, I'll drink it." ”

Grabbing the wine bag, Zhang Ruochen poured it into his mouth.

The wine of a drunkard is not a spiritual wine or holy wine, which cannot enhance cultivation or improve spiritual power, but it is very strong and spicy.

Watching Zhang Ruochen drink the wine, the drunken maniac was even more excited, and then pulled Zhang Ruochen outside, saying that he was going to take him to drink elsewhere, and he would not return if he was not drunk.

Zhang Ruochen also saw that the drunkard had no bad intentions, and was completely an alcoholic.

Zhang Ruochen also wanted to take this opportunity to adjust his state of mind, so as not to plant demons, so the ghost sent him to go out with the drunken maniac, and he really went to drink.

The drunken maniac took Zhang Ruochen to an underground wine cellar, which was full of large and small wine vats.

Zhang Ruochen's spiritual power and physical body have been sanctified, so he is naturally not afraid of spirits, and he is very confident, thinking that even if he drinks too much, he will not get drunk.

He and the drunkard drank three jars in a row.

The drunken maniac put down the wine jar, looked at Zhang Ruochen, who was still standing, and was a little surprised, and said: "Dragon Spirit Mad Cow Wine, among the spirits in the world, ranks seventeenth, you can actually drink three jars in a row without pouring." Your kid drinks as much as the old man when he was young. Not bad, not bad. ”

"What dragon spirit mad cow wine?"

Zhang Ruochen's consciousness was already a little messy, and he couldn't sense that the holy qi in his body was running wildly, every wisp of holy qi was like a mad cow, and even the flow of blood was doubled.

"Boom. ”

At this moment, a deafening roar was heard on the ground.

The cellar shook a little, and a lot of dust fell down, as if it was about to collapse.

"Gu Linfeng, come out to die. ”

A cold, unforgiving voice came from the ground and entered the cellar.

In the darkness of the night, the Death Knight held a blood-red spear, smashed the gate of the ancient city of Taiyin, and broke into the city. The roar just now was the sound of the city gate shattering.

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(The drunken maniac is also a character mentioned a long time ago, and careful book lovers may not be able to guess.) ）