Earth Fire Room, No. 12 refining room.

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, looked at the two villains in his palms, one was an old man with a fairy-like look, and the other was a young man with an ordinary face.

These two villains, like villains in the country of villains, are the latest version of Cheng Buzheng, the size of the Fa, and the soul puppet.

Appearance: The spiritual silicone extracted from spiritual tree sap is exactly the same as a real person, whether it is the elasticity of the skin or the expression.

In order to imitate the real, imitate the spiritual pressure of the monks, it portrayed the magic ban inside the soul puppet, and simulated the magic ban.

As the dantian of the soul puppet, the top-grade spirit beads can store mana and serve as the core power source.

It is worth Cheng Buzheng to spend so much effort. This soul puppet is certainly not that simple. The biggest result is the spiritual ban that he has studied for a long time and has just been published.

At this time, there was a little bit of a problem, that is, you could not control it with your heart.

but.

He already had a general idea, and I believe that soon, the soul puppet will be fully launched.

Thinking of this, Cheng Buzheng couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself:

"Or, this is the path he should go the most."

The body is still and develops peacefully within the sect.

——The puppets do all dirty work, tiring work, and dangerous work.

This is the way to stability.

immediately.

Cheng Buzheng stood up, waved his hand and put away the refining furnace, went to the side of the gate, took out the jade talisman from the concave nest, and closed the Black Yaojing Gate.

Walk along the corridor passage toward the fire room hall.

In the hall.

In the counter, Old Man Nan, lying on a rocking chair, was quietly enjoying himself. Looking at a thick thread-bound book, an indescribable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had a hint of despicable meaning.

Cheng Buzheng got rid of that ridiculous thought. After all, Old Man Nan is also an immortal cultivator. How could he have such a bad realm!

He probably thought too much, but Cheng Buzheng corrected the thought in his mind. It was probably because he had seen it wrong just now.

See this.

Cheng Buzheng was in a happy mood, and a trace of evil spirits arose in his heart, and his steps became a little lighter.

He was curious for a long time and wanted to know what books he had read throughout the year.

But, soon he was disappointed.

Old Man Nan seemed to sense that Cheng Buzheng had arrived. He put the book together and flipped it out, and put the book on the counter.

"What do you want to do, boy?"

Old man Nan said angrily:

"Can't you walk openly?"

"If I scare you, I won't let you stop if I don't cheat on your thousands of spirit stones."

Old Man Nan was very grateful. Since he had this little drinker, every time the little guy came, he would have to concentrate and pay attention to the changes around him.

Otherwise, let this little guy know, but I don’t know, how can I laugh at me in my heart and how can I face him?

But he broke up with the little guy and couldn't bear to leave it. He finally had a friend who forgot his age, and he didn't want to lose it.

But with this little drinker, every time he comes, he cannot devote himself to the ocean of knowledge, especially when he reaches the climax.

What a torture this is for him, an old monk!

Old Man Nan murmured in his heart.

Hearing words.

"Old man Nan!"

Cheng Buzheng's face was covered with a hint of smile:

"You don't even have to be alert to the monks. I'm going to give you a good example and make you more alert."

"You haven't read it yet, you're such an ignorant old man!"

Cheng Buzheng didn't care about Old Man Nan's angry expression. He knew the old man's temperament.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have joked with an old man.

"Thank you, I'm!"

Old man Nan glanced at Cheng Buzheng and turned his head and said:

"It's okay, you can get out!"

"You're welcome."

Cheng Buzheng's face remained unchanged at all. He walked towards the counter and said:

"Who made the boy your friend?"

"Boy doesn't care about you, the old man, boy, I'm uneasy!"

Less tilt.

Cheng Buzheng came to the counter and placed the jade talisman on the counter.

"Stop doing this, I won't eat this!"

Old Man Nan couldn't help but feel gentle and said:

"I have grandchildren and niece. I care a lot, and I don't need your care."

"Boy, let's take good care of yourself!"

"Okay, okay!" Cheng Buzheng said with a pity:

"Then I'm leaving, it's a pity that a good pot of wine is not shared with me!"

"What good wine can you have?"

Old Man Nan said with a little disdainful tone:

"I am very kind, I will give you my granddaughter and give me nectar and jade jade."

"Let you see it?"

Cheng Buzheng did not take it seriously for Old Man Nan's hard mouth and warm heart.

"Is that true?" Cheng Buzheng asked as if questioning:

"Let me see what good wine is worthy of your praise?"

When Old Man Nan heard Cheng Buzheng's questioning tone, he seemed to be unable to stand the stimulation. He immediately took out a container like a black jade jar and opened the wine jar. A fragrance spread throughout the room.

See this.

Cheng Buzheng walked behind the counter, put the jar on the table, took out two wine cups, poured the wine on, and said:

"Old man, boy toast you!"

"Dry!"

The old man said generously.

You, me, old and young men, have a lot of fun drinking.

At sunset.

Cheng Buzheng felt a little drunk and came out of the fire room. The breeze blew past his long hair scattered on both sides of his forehead, and then his forehead cooled down.

A thought moves.

The magic power in the dantian surged, the alcohol in his body was all scattered, and his mind was restored to clearness again.

See this.

Cheng Buzheng showed a smile on his lips, and then he returned to his cold expression again, and made a magic trick with both hands.

After one breath.

A gray spiritual cloud rose under his feet.

A ray of inspiration flew directly into a canyon.

In the days to come, Cheng Buzheng, in addition to practicing, he often went to the Sutra Tower to find some experience in refining weapons, and studied how to refine magic weapons based on the principle of spiritual Dharma ban.

After many researches, he found that this type of magic weapon was not only amazingly costly, but also had poor results. The telepathy range was too short to meet his requirements.

Then I thought of the special spell, Amethyst, which not only has extremely amazing power, but also fully exerts the magic effect.

Half a year later, Cheng Buzheng developed some of the contents. After deducing by Xiaodian, he not only completed it, but also deduced it to the top-level top level. However, if he wanted to practice this spell, he needed to build this spell based on the Purple Soul Stone.

But the Purple Soul Stone is not only not available in the Feeder Pavilion, but also found in Baiyun City.

After perfecting the spell, I looked for the Purple Soul Stone.

At the same time, he was thinking about it for up to half a year. If he still didn't find the Purple Soul Stone, he should go into seclusion with all his might.

In the next six months, while practicing, he occasionally went to the earth fire room to find the old man and had a drink.

After ten days and half a month, Jiang Fugui would come occasionally and have a small gathering.

Not only is this kind of life leisurely and pure, but he clearly senses that his magic power is increasing little by little.

In addition, Cheng Buzheng's extremely low-key personality has no fellow disciples who specifically cause trouble for him.

What made him most happy was that Uncle Jiang never looked for him again.

This is also true. Cheng Buzheng specifically reminded Jiang Fugui not to disturb Master Jiang’s cultivation for his sake.
Chapter completed!