"Yu'er, are you okay? I've wronged you, my good Yu'er."
The aunt's concern made Guan Shanyu, who had been feeling aggrieved for several days, want to cry.
But she is so strong that she will never allow her tears to fall.
"I-I'm fine."
She raised her head, her eyes slightly sore.
"You are so audacious, even my Guanshan family dares to blackmail you."
The old man next to the aunt slapped the table hard.
Sitting opposite, the monk from the Guanshan family who had been keeping his eyes closed opened his eyes and said calmly:
"I tampered with the magic weapon. When the trial is over, I will take action to catch the little thief."
Guan Shanyu nodded repeatedly.
Thinking of that stinky guy bossing me around these past few days, my teeth started to itch.
"The person who can defeat Yu'er alone is definitely the top genius of Lingu inner sect. He hid among the group of disciples stationed in the outer sect, disguised as a young man, and must have used magic weapons to disguise himself. Also, those batch of Most of the disciples escorting Guiyuan Dan are traitors."
The monk from the Guanshan family continued to analyze, "No matter who he is, since the good Lingu doesn't want to stay and insists on coming here for the trial, then after the trial is over, he will definitely return the same way. We only need to ambush outside the entrance. ....."
Guan Shanyu frowned slightly, "Shibo, I don't think he has any disguise."
"Yu'er, don't rely too blindly on your innate magical powers. There are too many things that your eyes can't detect. If I lie in front of you, you won't be able to tell."
The Guanshan family monk said confidently.
Guan Shanyu lowered his head.
"Don't worry, Yu'er, Shibo will vent his anger on your behalf."
The Guanshan family monk sneered: "I will let people outside know that the things from my Guanshan family are not so easy to get."
"Even if he is from Lingu."
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"Humph, there is indeed a problem."
Chen Qingyan picked up a small and exquisite hairpin instrument, and immediately discovered from the feedback from the practice room that the Guan Shan family's hands and feet were hidden in it.
"In that case, I'll transform you first."
Chen Qingyan's heart moved, and the golden jade feather hairpin in his palm cracked, and some fine powder scattered among the dense cracks.
In a moment, the hairpin turned into a small pile of powder.
At the same time, the source points in the practice room increased from 24 to 31, and a small hairpin gave "7" source points.
Of these thirty-one source points, he still had sixteen points left before escorting the goods to Fangshi. Later, he tried to absorb a Guiyuan Pill and gave him eight points, so he had twenty-four points. Now he has absorbed the third A magic weapon obtained from Guan Shan's family raised his Origin Point to over thirty again.
Chen Qingyan waved his sleeves, and the dust dispersed from his body.
He picked up another magic weapon.
Continue to transform, continue to absorb.
The source points in the practice room increased rapidly.
Source point: "31"
Origin point: "35"
Source point: "41"
Source point: "47"
Transforming four magical artifacts in a row provides as few as "4" source points, and the most is the first hairpin that has passive hands and feet.
There was a large amount of powder piled on Chen Qingyan's clothes and around him.
The transformed residues of these magical instruments are as worthless as the soil in the yard.
After taking a short rest, Chen Qingyan continued his transformation.
Every piece of magic weapon turned into powder.
Source points are still increasing.
Source point: "47"
Source point: "52"
Origin point: "56"
Source point: "62"
It soared all the way and finally stayed at the "103" point.
After deducting the "24" points at the beginning, fourteen magic weapons gave him a total of "79" source points.
On average, each magic weapon provides "5.6" source points.
There is no doubt that this is a batch of inferior magic weapons.
Although he had expected it, Chen Qingyan was still a little unhappy.
He glanced at the slightly more exquisite small cloth bag next to the empty sack, which contained all the "fadan" given by the Guanshan family.
He asked the Guanshan family to redeem the Guanshan jade with one hundred magical artifacts or magic pills of equal value.
But as Guan Shanyu said, the Guanshan family could not afford so many magical artifacts. After some testing, Chen Qingyan finally gave a price acceptable to both parties, which was fourteen magical artifacts, equivalent to thirty-one grains. Fadan.
Fadan is precious and precious.
It's not precious, it's not precious either.
Because magic pills are pills that monks take during their practice. They can be found everywhere, but they are not very rare either.
The preciousness of Fa Dan lies in the number of Dan patterns.
What Chen Qingyan wants is magic pills with double lines and above.
The three "Guiyuan Pills" he got were all treasure pills with three lines of pills, which were quite precious.
There are monks in the Guanshan family, so they naturally have magical elixirs, but there are very few who have the number of elixir patterns reaching "double patterns".
Chen Qingyan picked up the bag and put one hand in it.
Based on the previous absorption and transformation of the magic weapon, Chen Qingyan no longer had high hopes for the quality of this batch of elixirs.
Wei Wei squeezed hard, and the sound of a string of porcelain bottles, jade, and wooden containers exploding and breaking could be heard frequently.
Then, Chen Qingyan had a thought in his mind.
Peng~~
There was a loud bang.
In the bag, any pills that touched his hand turned into lumps of flour-like substance.
Chen Qingyan was sprinkled with medicinal powder all over his face.
The whole person seemed to have come out of a noodle factory.
But he didn't care at all.
Because of the source point, it skyrocketed again.
Source point: "103"
Source point: "105"
Source point: "108"
Source point: "111"
Source point: "112"
....
Source point: "199"
In the end, it stayed at one hundred and ninety-nine, almost an exaggerated amount of two hundred source points.
This is an unprecedented gain.
Chen Qingyan took a deep breath. The medicinal residue powder that filled the air entered his throat, choking him and coughing for a long time.
Absorbing and transforming thirty-one magical elixirs, a total of "96" source points were obtained.
On average, each pill provides "3" source points.
And this is still an elixir with two lines of elixir. If it is just a single line, it is probably a little more.
The conversion rate of elixirs is far inferior to that of magic weapons.
However, Chen Qingyan no longer cares about these details.
After combing through the information displayed when converting elixirs in the training room, he collected several elixirs with the highest conversion rates and couldn't wait to start practicing.
"promote."
With a flick of the brush, the Guyuan Gongmou rose up.
Before covering the source of the heat, it suddenly decreased a little.
"Origin point: 198"
In an instant, a large amount of practice experience emerged like time condensed.
The memories in my mind are turning pages faster and faster. They are fragments of time when I have been practicing diligently year after year, day after day. Each fragment is a long memory.
finally,
The latest page of memory emerges.
Chen Qingyan opened his eyes.
Mohu's Gu Yuan Gong restores clarity.
——Second transformation of Gu Yuan Gong, Refining Yuan, eighth level.
After savoring it carefully, Chen Qingyan quickly mastered the improvement of the eighth level of cultivation. He has adapted to it. The improvement of small levels will not make him feel strange. Only the leap in realm requires time to realize.
"promote."
The source point is reduced again a little bit.
Guyuan Gong is used again, and the lake rises.
He will enter the third stage of refining his soul before dusk.
