Chapter 25: Frost Moon Altar Murderous Intent
Feng An finally chose the jade slip from the basics of weapon refining.
According to what he said, he had some knowledge of weapon refining and had read almost all the books on weapon refining in the Outer Sect Gongfa Pavilion.
"This "Basics of Weapon Refining" is the inheritance of the Quejin Sect. It is different from the Cangwu Sect's weapon refining inheritance. It should be inspiring to me."
"These equipment refining materials, If Junior Brother Kong and Junior Sister Zhou are at ease, you can give them to me and I will use them to practice. Then we will all share the magical weapons that we have refined."
Kong Xian and Zhou Tingyu naturally want it.
As for the most precious "Flame Python Disk", there was no one in the end.
After all, none of the three of them have fire spiritual powers, so it would be useless if they took them.
In the end, at the insistence of Feng An and Zhou Tingyu, the "Flame Python Disk Shape" and Jiang Xingtian's storage bag were both returned to Kong Xing.
"Without Junior Brother Kong, I would be dead, so what else would I have to share." This is what Feng An said.
"I didn't do anything." Zhou Tingyu stuck out her tongue playfully.
Confucius did not shirk, he accepted it with a smile.
He could feel that after this battle, Feng An was no longer as wary of him as before.
The final distribution of the spoils is:
Kong Geng got it, Gui Ling Ye, "Flame Python Disk", storage bag, about a hundred spirit crystals.
Zhou Tingyu took the small diamond talisman and a hundred spiritual crystals.
Feng An took the "Basics of Weapon Refining", scattered equipment refining materials, and a hundred spirit crystals.
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The rare sunny weather in winter.
Kong Xian and Feng An were sitting on the edge of the cliff of Shuangyuetan Canyon, squinting slightly and enjoying the warm light.
With the help of Zhou Tingyu's continuous medication these days, Feng An has regained some vitality. Although the fire poison burn left by Jiang Xingtian has not fully recovered, it does not affect his actions.
Looking from this position, the layers of broken walls of Shuangyue Altar are no longer the size of a washbasin.
Perhaps because they have experienced so many things together, Feng An feels that Kong Jiang is a trustworthy partner, so he talks more these days.
He began to ease into some of the dangers and experiences he had encountered over the years.
And state some of your past from time to time.
“Even though I am like this now, I was considered an outstanding disciple among the outer sect of Cangwu Sect back then.”
Feng An smiled proudly, his eyes gradually becoming distant.
“It’s just that I was too arrogant when I was young and chose the wrong path, which led to my current state of being half-dead.”
Kong An had a question that he had been holding back for a long time, and I saw Feng An talking about it. Without beating around the bush, he asked tentatively: "Senior Brother Feng, how noble is Geng?"
Zhou Tingyu once said when examining Feng An's injuries that his bone age was not as old as he looked.
It may be that Feng An is senile because of the unstated reasons mentioned in Feng An's mouth.
Feng An glanced at Kong Ji with a wry smile, as if he was not surprised by Kong Ji's question.
After a slight silence, he awkwardly spit out a number: "Nine out of thirty!"
Kong Zhi suddenly looked strange, looking at Feng An's white hair, stooped appearance, and appearance. At least twenty years older than his bone age.
Kong An is not good at comforting people. After all, he could only hold back this sentence: "Fortunately, he looks only sixty years old."
Feng An originally recovered from his injury and got the benefit of the trophy. , his rather cheerful face suddenly froze, and he said dryly: "I usually declare fifty to the outside world!"
"Haha!" Kong Jin still couldn't hold it in, laughing so hard that tears almost came out.
Feng An was too lazy to talk to Kong Ji and said to himself:
"Actually, my condition is not hopeless. There is a pill in the Alchemy Pavilion that can cure my condition. That's it. It’s a bit expensive.”
“I have accumulated all these years just to exchange for that elixir.”
"When we go back this time, we will deliver the Yue Ning Bingzhi. We will divide the Bingdi Bingzhi, and the money should be enough."
Kong Jin could see the hope in Feng An's eyes, and his smile gradually convergence.
This guy looks cunning, but he is actually a mentally tough person.
Struggled for so many years for one goal.
Fortunately, he was lucky this time and met him.
Kong Zhen even felt that the reason why they met Bingdi Bingzhi was because of his increasingly strong luck in the past few months.
"Then I wish Senior Brother Feng good health in advance." Kong Xian rarely said a human word.
With that said, Kong An stood up and patted the snow dregs on his butt, and said, "Let's go! It's almost enough for today." Today is already the fifth day after Feng An woke up.
In the past few days, they would walk around outside every day, occasionally going to the Shuangyue Altar, pretending to continue looking for medicine.
It can be regarded as dispelling some ill-intentioned glances.
After Jiang Xingtian's battle, Kong Geng has become somewhat famous among the herb collectors at Shuangyue Altar.
Many people are quite afraid of him.
After all, he killed a master of the Sixth Level of Yanglun head-on.
The mysterious arc that cut off Jiang Xingtian's head still scares many people.
Zheng Gang and those in the Yang Lun Sixth Realm did not dare to say that they could withstand an attack of that level.
Of course, after these few days of cultivation, Kong Jiang has completely recovered from the side effects of taking the Biaoqi Pill.
His cultivation reached its peak.
"The injury has healed. We have to find time to go to the location where the opportunity lies." Kong Ji faced the direction of Shuangyue Altar and thought silently in his heart.
Including the time they spent traveling to Shuangyue Altar, they have stayed here for a full twenty days.
It would take two days to return to the sect, which meant that there were eight days left for Kong Jiang.
If he doesn't look for opportunities, Kong Ji will have to stay alone in Shuangyue Altar.
“Without further delay, let’s go and have a look tonight.” Kong Jiang thought.
Then he took Feng An and slowly jumped down the steep slope of the cliff.
Occasionally I meet a few herb collectors, but they both avoid it when they see it.
It is night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
Dark clouds once again gathered in the sky of Shuangyuetan Canyon.
Occasionally, the howling cold wind blows from the top of the canyon, and there are faint signs of a snowstorm.
The bottom of Shuangyuetan Valley is not very bright.
A figure was hidden in the darkness, moving forward quietly.
He held something tightly in his hand, and a bright white brilliance emanated from between his fingers.
“Alas, the light of Jiangshuang Canjing cannot be hidden. No matter how well I hide it, it’s useless.” Kong Xian smiled bitterly and said to himself. After confirming the general direction, he had to move Jiangshuang. The residual sutra is tucked into the cuffs, and its brilliance is shielded with the help of clothing.
He just walked out of the cave where he was hiding, and he was still some distance away from the buildings of Shuangyue Altar.
But with his speed, it would only be a matter of time over a cup of tea.
While he was thinking about how to act cautiously after the incident.
At a corner of the canyon ahead, there were suddenly several unusually strong fluctuations of spiritual power.
Then there were several deafening explosions.
Boom! boom! boom!
The sudden loud noise, like thunder, spread far away in this quiet canyon.
Confucius, who was not far from that position, even had his eardrums numb from the shock.
"Someone started fighting!" Kong Ji frowned slightly.
Fighting is not uncommon in Shuangyue Altar.
But this battle is different from the previous ones.
Kong Ji silently felt the spiritual power fluctuations that had not dissipated for a moment, and said with a rather surprised expression: "Yang Lun Sixth Realm!"
He had just made a judgment.
Boom! There was another roar!
Kong Zhi glimpsed from the corner of his eye, a sword light as red as blood suddenly rising into the sky from that area.
The bright red light dyed the nearby white snow and rock walls blood-red.
The strong killing intent contained in the sword energy made Kong Ji's chest feel slightly clogged.
He could feel a strong sense of threat from the sword energy.
"The Seventh Realm of Yang Lun!" Kong Ji's progress stopped.
Looking blankly at the place where the sword light shot into the sky, he hesitated for a moment.
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