ecause Reiki is still Reiki, it doesn\'t change into spirit liquid.

"What\'s going on here? Is this the 13th floor of gas refining? " He muttered to himself with astonishment, but he had never heard of the saying that there were thirteen layers of gas refining.

Then he felt comfortable all over and felt that his magic power should be far beyond the level 12. After the great perfection, he gave up his doubts.

"No matter whether he has it or not, as long as his strength is improved, it is a good thing. Now we should be able to take over the foundation attack."

With a fireball, the concave platform is bright, and the terrible high temperature makes the water on the surrounding stone wall directly turn into steam.

"Now you still need to practice until the great circle is full. Since there are 13 layers, fill it up. There are still many pills."

Another year passed, and Yi Heng finally felt that the elixir field could no longer absorb a little aura. If he wanted to improve, he could only turn the aura into the spirit liquid, and that was to build the foundation.

Now that the 13th floor has been completed, I feel that I should be able to easily defeat myself on the 12th floor of Qi refining. I feel that the attack of the foundation building friar must be able to block. It\'s time to leave.

What about Zeng Yushu? I just don\'t know why I was sitting in the door?

But we still have to go out first. It\'s just that the suction is still very strong. If you want to fly the imperial weapon, you must find a way to climb out slowly.

Half a year later, in the middle of the forest, at the bottomless hole, a head appeared. His eyebrows were thick, his eyes were big, and his mouth was smiling. He gradually climbed up and felt the familiar suction behind him. He stopped climbing and grasped the wall of the cave with both fingers.

When the suction is a little weak, the whole body\'s spiritual power will run, and it will leap up and fall on the rock beside the hole like a big bird.

Feeling down-to-earth and down-to-earth, he couldn\'t help but feel joy in his heart. He roared and laughed a few times, and then tears came out of his eyes.

Inspired by strange creatures, he ran aura to ten fingers and inserted it into the stone wall. He climbed up step by step.

In half a year, God knows how many times he is ready to give up, but his obsession still keeps him going.

Under the use of spiritual power at all times, the aura in the elixir field has become thick and seems to be about to turn into liquid.

"I can\'t imagine that just in the past six months, our strength has increased several times. Haha, happiness depends on misfortune and misfortune depends on happiness. The result is so."

Feeling the green around him, he took a look at the bottomless cave that made him escape. Then, he sacrificed the flute and flew away.

All the way out of breath, even let most of the sky overlord dare not stop, he was so happy, soon disappeared in the horizon.

Chen Jingjing used to be an ordinary monk of Yimen, and his own qualifications were not good. Now he has been practicing for more than 20 years and still has ten levels of gas refining. He can only do some simple tasks in the mountain gate, such as guarding the gate, so as to earn little contribution to practice.

However, the martial brothers who started with him were constantly improving their accomplishments. Although he usually talked a lot, he did not mean to aim at them.

However, some people were not satisfied with him. They thought that the words hurt him, so they offered to fight against him.

Although he entered the Mountain Gate a few years later, his accomplishments were higher than his own. He who forced himself to the Dharma platform was no match.

He was so angry that he decided to speed up his cultivation. However, cultivation needs resources, and only the three Jedi have more resources.

Although it has been 13 years since the three door melee battle, it has gradually become less fierce with the advent of the three door duel, but the elder martial brothers and younger brothers who occasionally go out to the mountain gate have broken their hands and feet, and even never return.

But I have reached the bottleneck of my cultivation. I\'m afraid it will be difficult to break through if I don\'t take risks. So I have got up a lot of courage and prepared to take a chance in the misty forest.

Thinking of how powerful senior brother Yi killed zhenmen in person, he had the honor to talk to him. How could he be so timid? Chen Jingjing, who kept cheering for himself, flew to the forest entrance and was stopped by several people.

Chen Jingjing, who is remorseful secretly, stops and looks at the other party\'s yellow dress. He knows that he is doomed to die today.

"I don\'t know why some Taoist friends stopped me?" Chen Jingjing pretends to be calm.

"Hehe, of course, I will never die. Don\'t you know the gratitude and resentment of these years?" Said a stout monk, with a look of resentment and joy in his eyes.

"If a Taoist friend seeks money, you can have a storage bag. But if a Taoist friend is killed, Chen says he can\'t take a person to be buried with him." Chen Jingjing is also clean and tidy at this time.

"Yes, yes, Yimen is more and more fierce now, but today we are also planning for wealth, and our lives are also bad. If Taoist friends have the ability, they will take me to be buried with them. Otherwise, we will ask them to go on the road alone."

After more than ten years of scuffle, who dare to come out and mix with others? Who has already ignored life and death?

Chen Jingjing, without saying a word, immediately offered a magic weapon with an ice shield in front of her. She knew that she could not be spared today, but she must try her best to bring people to be buried with her.The three men did not speak. They sacrificed a small hammer one after another. In an instant, the field was full of murders, and someone died at any time.

Chen Jingjing\'s heart was afraid, and the magic weapon he offered was also a fan, floating on his chest, as if he had not been opened.

Three small hammers no longer wait, with a blue electric light "Zizi" flashing sound to him.

With the sound of "bang", the ice sheet was broken. He felt numb as if he had been shocked. Before he could react, the three hammers hit the fan in front of him. The fan "Shua" opened and blocked the hammer outside.

But this more numbness made him unable to move, and the hammer came again.

Chen Jingjing\'s heart was cool. He no longer cared about the hammer that had been smashed. He tried his best to transport all his spiritual power into the fan. With a wave of his right hand, the fan quickly cut off a monk\'s neck.

He did not have time to see the final result, and said, "my life is over." He closed his eyes and waited to die.

For a moment, I didn\'t feel that I was hit by a hammer. I felt strange, but I heard a voice.

"Who are you? Is it not from the sanxiu League

Chen Jingjing opened his eyes and saw a man standing in front of him. His clothes were worn out and he couldn\'t see what he looked like. On his left shoulder stood a bird like a young eagle, but one hand even grasped the hammer.

The electric light twinkled and twinkled in his hand, but the man seemed to have no feeling.

"How can he be so familiar with his back?" He didn\'t dare to speak, but he felt that he had seen it and was deeply impressed.

"What is sanxiu alliance?" As soon as the man in front of him opened his mouth, Chen\'s eyes widened and his mouth widened. He seemed to see something very surprised.

Seeing that this man suddenly appeared and showed his accomplishments, the burly monk knew that he could not offend him. Now he just wanted to leave.

"Since you don\'t know, we don\'t ask for it. We hope you will give us back our magic weapons. We will go back immediately."

Before he put the magic weapon back, a small voice came from behind him.

"Yi, brother Yi?" Chen Jingjing is not sure.