By the time the dialect came out, the battle over there had already come to an end, and several early stage distraction monks were gathering the spoils of war after killing the Blood Emperor disciple and handing them over to a few mid-stage clone monks who were waiting to be divided.

Seeing this situation, Fang Yan shook his head again, these people may be a little afraid of the power of the Blood Emperor, worried that there will be an existence like the Blood Emperor again, it is more likely that it is just through the fact that the remnants of the Blood Emperor were killed a few years ago, and that may be the last successor of the Blood Emperor left in the Xuanlan Domain, and he probably hasn't figured out the situation yet, so he was killed and fell by many distracted monks, depending on the situation, under the attention of several mid-stage distraction monks, this Blood Emperor heir has no chance to fight for his life to pull two backs。

Fang Yan didn't pay attention to these things anymore, when even if he urged his body to leave the market outside the sealed array, he didn't delay any longer, a few flashes moved away from the divine consciousness range of those distracted mid-stage monks, and then he immediately activated the Thunder Wings, and after a few lightning flashes, Fang Yan had already fallen at the gate of the nearest monk city with a teleportation array, and after a while, Fang Yan stood outside the teleportation array in the Heavenly Star Sect.

The sudden arrival of the dialect did not attract the slightest attention from many disciples of the Heavenly Star Sect, and no one knew that he had just returned from the cultivation realm.

It wasn't until the dialect swept past the Dan Hall that suddenly a divine consciousness transmission voice sounded in the sea of his consciousness: "Dialect? ”

But it was the voice of Meng Ming Daoren, and with this divine sense message, Meng Ming Dao had already jumped out of the Dan Hall and flew towards the dialect.

As soon as he fell in front of Fang Yan, Meng Ming Daoist shouted: "Fang Yan, where have you been all these years? This time you should stay in the sect for a while, you took those kinds of pills before, and now you should be able to refine them, and the previous Hundred Turns Quenching Infant Pill of the junior brother, and a few more furnaces will be refined, and now there are many people in the door who are looking forward to it, many people have Star Pole Refined Iron, enh?" As he was speaking, Meng Ming Daoist suddenly paused, looked up and down at Fang Yan, and showed a few puzzled looks.

The dialect is constricted at the moment, even if Meng Mingdao is distracted by cultivation, it is difficult to see the end, but he is vaguely aware that the dialect is different from before, as for what is the difference, for a while, Meng Mingdao can't see it, and he can't say it.

Seeing Meng Mingdao's expression, Fang Yan understood in his heart, but he didn't explain anything, he just smiled and said to Meng Mingdaoren: "Senior Brother Meng Ming, I am going to stay in the sect for a few days, as long as the raw materials of those several pills are gathered, Senior Brother can come to me at any time, and I will refine them if I am free." ”

"That's what you said. Hearing the words of the dialect, Meng Mingdao was stunned at first, and then showed a somewhat treacherous smile, not allowing the dialect to refute anything, when he took out a Qiankun bag and handed it to the dialect.

After taking the Qiankun bag, his divine sense swept away, and Fang Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Senior Brother Meng Ming, are you here to pull Zhuang Ding?

"Those who can work hard, I want to refine it myself, these pills are refined, and the contribution value of the sect can be described as massive, even in exchange for a high-level magic weapon, or the exercises are enough, but unfortunately there is no such means." Meng Mingdao said with a ghostly smile.

"Okay, since the senior brother said so, the junior brother will not shirk," Fang Yan said and closed the Qiankun bag.

"Haha, the senior brother of Fang Yan is really arrogant, these pills will be used within half a year. ”

"Half a year, okay, I'll try my best, it should be about the same. ”

The dialect voice fell, but Meng Mingdao was stunned, many of the spiritual grasslands in the Qiankun bag were originally sent to several senior brothers who had achieved alchemy in the Dan Palace, and half of them were simply used by their own master Muqing Dao people, Meng Mingdao people handed over to Fang Yan, but because the raw materials of the dialect had just been gathered, he looked for his words, and wanted to laugh with the dialect, in fact, only the materials of the Hundred Turns Quenching Infant Pill were prepared for the dialect, without him, because there was no Dan Fang, in addition to the dialect in the Tianxing Sect, even the Muqing Dao people could not refine this six-grade pill, according to Meng Mingdao's thoughts, the dialect was enough to only bring down the Hundred Turns Quenching Infant Pill, but I didn't expect the dialect to take all the raw materials like this.

Although the dialect did not say that it would definitely be refined, but listening to the tone was at least seven or eight points certain, there were no less than hundreds of furnaces, these were the raw materials of the six-pin pills, but they were not the several kinds of five-pin pills that the dialect was skilled in refining back then, could it be that the alchemy methods of the dialect had reached such a realm?

Ignoring what Meng Ming Dao thought in his heart, for these pills, the dialect really didn't pay attention to it, in the cultivation realm, the continuous refining of the seven-grade pill to cross the god pill was successful, and then to refine the six-grade pill, and then there was no need to do more in the dialect, Zi Ling himself could complete most of the work, put away the Qiankun bag casually, and said again: "Senior Brother Meng Ming, I will refine the pill, but there is one more thing that needs Senior Brother Meng Ming's help." ”

Meng Mingdao also came back to his senses when he heard the words of the dialect, and even opened his mouth and said: "Dialect, if you have something to say, it is." ”

"I don't need the Star Pole Essence Iron now, I need the Five Elements Spiritual Object, I don't care what the sect does with the rest of the pills, this Hundred Turns Quenching Infant Pill has to be exchanged for the Five Elements Spiritual Object, in addition, I also need some spiritual grass, if it is convenient, Senior Brother will also buy some for me." ”

"What else should I do, okay, just do as you say. After taking the jade slip handed over by Fang Yan, before he could probe it, Meng Mingdao said.

Hearing Meng Mingdao's words, the dialect no longer spoke, and he took his leave and continued to walk in the direction of the secret realm of the sect.

After a while, Meng Mingdao withdrew his divine consciousness from the jade slip, but his face showed a little surprise, and after a little thought, he turned around and walked towards the Dan Palace: "What you want is actually an eight-grade spirit grass, could it be that the dialect can refine the seven-grade pill? ”

As soon as he stepped into the secret realm of the Heavenly Star, another divine sense entered the sea of dialect knowledge: "Dialect, come here." ”

Hearing the voice of the Sword Star Daoist, Fang Yan immediately changed direction and fled towards the Sword Star Daoist, and after a few breaths, Fang Yan stood in front of the Sword Star Daoist.

After looking up and down at the dialect, the Sword Star Daoist showed a little surprise on his face, and then said in a deep voice: "Dialect, you have almost reached the peak of the early stage of distraction?"

"It's not close. The tongues did not hide it, and replied.

"When it comes to cultivation, you can't be greedy for merit, but you must also work steadily and steadily. "Take a closer look at the dialect and find that the dialect is not in a state of mind, but the Sword Star Daoist still reminded that it is really the dialect cultivation that has improved too quickly, and it has only been a few years, and there are thousands of years of achievements of others, no wonder even a well-informed person like the Sword Star Daoist is surprised, but think about it carefully, how could it not be the case when the dialect broke through the distraction.

"Thank you, brother, for mentioning. "For the kindness of the Sword Star Dao people, Fang Yan will not say anything, and he will thank him.

"Okay, it's good that you know it in your heart, there is a formation in the Celestial Star Realm that you arranged, but you have refined a doppelganger?"

"Yes, I got a spiritual object at the beginning, which is just right for refining the body of the clone, Senior Brother Sword Star, but what's wrong?" This kind of thing can't be hidden from many senior brothers in the sect, but when he heard the Sword Star Daoist mention his Spirit Rhino Concentric Lotus Clone Body Xuan Sha, Fang Yan's heart still moved, and he immediately asked out loud, it was really that the body of the clone was too big a surprise to himself.

"Originally, I called you here because of the doppelganger body, and I wanted to remind you that refining the doppelganger body still needs to wait until the cultivation is enough to start, but now I don't need to, but I want to remind you to spend more effort on refining the doppelganger body, as for your own cultivation, don't be busy improving to the peak, although I didn't find any hidden dangers in you, but after all, it's better to consolidate some, even if you use it for hundreds of years, you are countless times faster than other senior brothers. ”

Hearing the words of the Sword Star Daoist, Fang Yan smiled bitterly in his heart, this cultivation promotion is not under his control at all, but this kind of thing is not necessary to mention it to the Sword Star Daoist, Fang Yan just bowed down again and thanked him.