Jeroy was shocked again.
The master in front of him did not use any spiritual energy.
With a flip of his palm, he took out a supreme-grade magic weapon. What kind of divine power was this?
It was simply unheard of.
She stared blankly at the fiery red sword in Ye QingChen's hand, unable to recover from her shock.
"What, you don't like it?"
Ye QingChen's calm voice rang out.
"No, that's not it."
Jiang Luoyi quickly shook her head, afraid that her master would misunderstand.
"It's just that this greeting gift is too precious, so for a moment, Louis felt like he was dreaming.”
This was a supreme-grade magic weapon!
Magic tools were divided into low-grade, middle-grade, high-grade, and top-grade.
Generally speaking, only disciples from top sects could have it.
The Jiang family was one of the four great families in Qinghe City.
The best one was just a high-grade magic weapon.
"Thank you for the treasure, Master."
Jiang Luoyi received the supreme-grade flying sword, unable to hide the smile on his face.
This girl.
Ye QingChen was also happy in his heart. He patted her little head," Next, you can cultivate on your own.”
"Master will return to the room to rest."
After saying that, he left.
As for Janoy, after he dripped his blood on the flying sword, he couldn't wait to control and familiarize himself with the flying sword.
Of course, Ye QingChen didn't return to his room to rest. He returned to his room to take some pills.
He wanted to see if the Marrow Cleansing Pill rewarded by the system was useful to him and if it could help him enter the door of immortal cultivation.
Without hesitation, he stuffed an amber pill into his mouth and swallowed it in a few gulps.
Ye QingChen closed his eyes and carefully sensed the changes in his body.
He only felt a warm stream surging in his body, making him feel numb.
"It's effective."
Ye QingChen's face lit up.
But soon, the heat dissipated.
He kept looking at himself, but nothing seemed to have changed.
"No way."
"Could it be that I didn't take enough medicine?”
Ye QingChen didn't believe it and ate another two.
Every time, a warm current would surge in his body, but after a few breaths, it would return to normal.
"Fake medicine!"
"This must be fake medicine!"
Ye QingChen gritted his teeth.
Marrow Cleansing Pill? Cleansing the marrow and meridians had no effect at all.
Ye QingChen angrily tried to reason with the system, but all he got was this: "This system is honest, and the medicine is absolutely authentic.”
F * ck you.
Ye QingChen cursed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.
Perhaps it was really because he was not suitable for cultivation.
No matter how many pills he took, it was useless.
Of course, it could also be because the level of the medicinal pill was too low.
After pondering for a while, Ye QingChen firmly believed that it should be the second reason.
…
Just as he was sulking, a handsome young man appeared at the foot of the mountain.
The young man looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was wearing a moon-white robe and had a dejected expression on his face.
Occasionally, there would be a hint of unwillingness in his eyes, but it would soon disappear without a trace.
"Hehe, so what if I'm unwilling? I'm just a piece of trash who can't cultivate.”
Xiao Huohuo subconsciously clenched his fists and muttered to himself.
On his ring finger, the black ring had a dark glow flashing.
Three years, three whole years.
Three years ago, Xiao Huohuo was the youngest Foundation Building cultivator in Qinghe City and enjoyed the respect of countless people in the family.
A peerless genius, the hope of the Xiao family's future.
Many names were added to him by everyone.
At that time, he was so high-spirited and in high spirits.
But soon after his mother died, Xiao Huohuo discovered that everything had changed.
The ling power that he had painstakingly cultivated would disappear every day.
His cultivation fell from the Foundation Establishment Realm to the peak of the Qi Refinement Realm, then to the seventh level, then to the fifth level…
Now, he was only at the third qi layer.
Everyone in the Xiao family looked at him as if he was a joke.
A fallen genius was nothing!
It wasn't that Xiao Huohuo hadn't fought back and tried hard.
Every day, he would get up at midnight and cultivate until late at night before going to sleep.
However, it was useless. The more he cultivated, the more spiritual power he lost.
In the end, Xiao Huohuo could only choose to run away from home. He didn't want to see the pity, ridicule, and ridicule of his clansmen.
He did not know where he was going or where he could go.
He just wanted to come out and take a walk to vent his depressed mood.
At this moment, a faint humming sound was heard.
He couldn't hear it clearly, but there was an extraordinary magic to it.
Xiao Huohuo's originally dispirited mood suddenly eased a lot after hearing the humming.
Who is humming here?
Could it be some hermit expert?
Xiao Huohuo's heart moved and he rushed in the direction of the voice.
Soon, he saw a woodcutter.
The woodcutter was wearing a coarse cloth short coat. His face was full of beard and he held a chopper in his hand. He hummed as if he was chopping wood.
"Senior, may I ask if you are a hermit expert?”
Xiao Huohuo walked up and asked.
"Ah, I'm not."
"How am I an expert?" The woodcutter hurriedly waved his hand, his expression restrained.
"Then this song…"
"This song was taught to me by a hermit on the mountain.”
"He saw me frowning all day long, troubled by life.”
"So he taught me a happy song and let me sing when no one was around.”
"It's really effective."
"Every time I finish singing, I feel relaxed and all my fatigue is swept away.”
"Speaking of which, he's the real expert.”The woodcutter opened his mouth.
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