Chatper 529 (1/2)

"Thank you grandpa."

The baby doesn't know what it means to be polite. He grabbed the source of creation and held it in his hand and looked at it. His small eyes were sparkling, and he looked like a little money fan who got the treasure, making Yang Xuan, the owner, dumbfounded.

"Stinky boy, look at what you've done."

Yi Qingwu's pretty face turned blue, and she gave Yang Xuan an angry look. The character of the tool spirit is closely related to the character of the owner. It can be said that the baby has become like this, and it has nothing to do with Yang Xuan.

What Yang Xuan could say, he could only spread his hands and smiled wryly in return.

"Two sisters, haven't you made a stone?"

The baby was obviously not satisfied with getting a piece of the source of good fortune, so he turned his attention to the Yi sisters.

"Cousin."

Yi Xiu'er had no fossils on her body, so she could only helplessly look at Yi Qingwu.

"Elder Yi, the baby is so cute, if you have any source of good fortune, take it out quickly."

Yang Xuan was very polite and did not forget to grin at the baby.

"To shut up."

Yi Qingwu reprimanded, took out two creation stones from the storage ring and gave them to the baby.

"Thank you two sisters. The two sisters are kind-hearted and beautiful. It would be nice if they could marry my brother together."

The baby was crisp and authentic, and blinked at Yang Xuan at the same time, which was a return.

"Cough cough..."

Yang Xuan was choked by the baby's words, and couldn't help but look at Yi Qingwu, and saw the beautiful elder with black lines all over his head.

"Elder Yi, Tong Yan Wuji, don't take it to heart."

Leaving the sentence, Yang Xuan ran away.

"Yang Xuan, stop for me."

...

In the depths of the Huo Lin Grotto, a scarlet light curtain was boundless, isolating the high temperature and the nearby underground lava.

Inside the light curtain, there is a huge underground palace, although it has long been dilapidated, but through those broken walls, you can still vaguely see the glory of this place.

According to legend, in ancient times, a large number of fire unicorns lived here.

They established a city here, prospered, and sometimes went out in groups to hunt their prey.

After a shocking battle, the strong people of all ethnic groups suffered heavy casualties, while the fire unicorns were all wiped out, and even the city was reduced to ruins under the erosion of time.

Many years ago, many people came to explore treasures.

But in recent years, the treasures have already been emptied, and the place has become lonely.

"I hope Xiu'er can succeed."

"Don't worry, with my master here, even if there is danger, I will help in time."

At this moment, in the depths of the underground palace, in a deserted square, Yang Xuan and Yi Qingwu stood side by side. Not far away, Feng Qingyang sat on the ground with his eyes closed.

Yi Qingwu glanced at Feng Qingyang, her tense nerves relaxed a lot.

As Yang Xuan said, if there is a clear wind, Yi Xiu'er will definitely be able to form the elixir smoothly.

However, Jiedan was also in danger, and Yi Qingwu was still a little worried, and her eyes were always on Yi Xiu'er on the stage deep in the square.

It was the Fire Spirit Formation built by the Fire Qilin family.

Although it has been damaged for a long time, the effect is far less than before, but it can also quickly gather the fire energy between the heavens and the earth, and the fire attribute martial artist can practice on it with half the effort.

"You two don't have to worry, this little girl Xiu'er has a good talent and should be able to condense an eighth-grade inner pill!"

A laughter came from Feng Qingyang.

"Master's wisdom is like a torch, do you see how many inner pills the disciple can condense in the future?" Yang Xuan asked.

This question also aroused Yi Qingwu's curiosity. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Yang Xuan, not knowing that this guy could condense a few grades of Neidan.

For a martial artist, the level of the inner core determines his future achievements.

From Yi Qingwu's point of view, Yang Xuan's talent is extremely high, and he can at least condense an eighth-grade inner elixir.

"Your talent is outstanding, far surpassing your contemporaries, and you have practiced a powerful fire-attribute technique. The fire-attribute energy in your body is strong and pure, and it is not a problem to condense a ninth-grade inner pill.

But if you want to go further, you need great opportunities, but the ninth-grade inner alchemy is not bad. Looking at the heavens and the world, there are very few people who can condense the ninth-grade inner alchemy. "

Feng Qingyang said.

"According to what the predecessors said, is it possible that there is a higher grade above the ninth-grade inner alchemy!?" Yi Qingwu was surprised.

Yang Xuan was equally shocked. He thought that the ninth-rank neidan was the limit, but now it seems that it is not the case.

"There is a top grade above the ninth grade. The so-called top grade inner alchemy is actually a ninth grade inner alchemy, but the ninth grade inner alchemy is also divided into three, six, and nine grades."

"Three, six, nine, etc.?"

"Yeah, three, six, nine, and so on. Some people are inferior even if they have condensed the ninth-grade inner alchemy, and the good ones are middle and low. Among them, very few are relatively good, but they are only middle and upper."

Feng Qingyang said with a sigh in his mouth, "When the teacher stepped into the realm of reunification, he only condensed a middle and lower grade nine inner pill."

"What level does the disciple's inner alchemy belong to?"

"You are better. Once the pill is condensed, it is enough to reach the middle and lower levels."

"What, I'm just the middle class!"

Yang Xuan almost jumped up, he thought that he could condense a middle-upper grade 9 inner pill, but he could only condense a middle-lower ninth-grade inner pill in the end.

"What a surprise, it's not bad that you can condense the middle and lower grade 9-rank inner alchemy."