Fan Guanjie's voice was full of confusion.
As the words floated into his ears, YangMeng's heart became hot uncontrollably.
Fan Guanjie's words struck a chord in his heart.
He really wanted to become stronger quickly, and Fan Guanjie's words seemed to have paved the way for him to rise to prominence in every aspect.
And he only needs to do this one thing.
If he completes it, he will get a pass to embark on this avenue.
What makes Yang Meng even more excited is that this not only helps Fan Guanjie kill one person, but also greatly helps him break through and advance.
In other words, it has huge benefits for others and oneself, and it brings even more benefits to oneself.
After thinking about it for a moment, YangMeng put the small bead in his hand into his sleeve and cupped his hand towards Fan Guanjie.
Seeing Yang Meng's action, Fan Guanjie knew that the other party had agreed and nodded with satisfaction.
Fan Guanjie also had his own considerations when asking Yang Meng to do this.
Yang Meng is his most proud disciple, and he is backed by the Yang family, a famous monastic family in Qingfeng City.
Asking Yang Meng to help him do this is tantamount to tying Yang Meng to his own ship.
When Yang Meng becomes the patriarch of the Yang family, Fan Guanjie will have more say in the Black Ling Sect.
After thinking about the relationship clearly, the smile on Fan Guanjie's face became even stronger.
He didn't think at all that Yang Meng's action would fail.
"Disciple, please leave first.
After a short rest, we will set off tomorrow."
Yang Meng saluted Fan Guanjie again, turned around and left.
Qin Yi grabbed the mirror in his hand and regretted it extremely.
He knew something bad was going to happen when he just shattered the spiritual thought in it.
It would be better if the owner of this spiritual thought was dead.
If he was not dead, he would have known by now that this magic weapon had changed hands.
Since this magic weapon belongs to Fan Tianzheng, a disciple of the Black Ling Sect, the person who gave him the magic weapon must also be someone from the Black Ling Sect.
And those who can possess such powerful spiritual thoughts are likely to be in the Mysterious God Realm.
Qin Yi didn't know if the other party would catch up soon, but he had to prepare for the worst in everything.
Now having a Miao Shuchang is enough to give Qin Yi a headache.
If there is another Xuan Shen realm, Qin Yi will feel that his head will become twice as big just thinking about it.
"Forget it, when the soldiers come to cover up the water and the earth, I'd better improve my realm strength first."
After Qin Yi quickly refined the corpses of Zhao Cheng and others, he rummaged through the contents of the opponent's storage bag.
At a glance, most of them are some elixirs for restoring vitality.
The disciples of the Black Ling Sect all use long spears as weapons, and the spears in the hands of Zhao Cheng and Fan Tianzheng are not even as good as a scrap of the Chili Sword in Qin Yi's opinion, and Qin Yi is not good at using guns, so They were also thrown into the Tiantian Tomb and refined.
However, Qin Yi found a snare drum in Fan Tianzheng's storage bag.
This time Qin Yixue was smart.
He did not directly use his spiritual thoughts to attack arbitrarily.
Instead, he penetrated the spiritual thoughts into it and carefully checked it to make sure that there were no residual spiritual thoughts from other cultivators.
The snare is fully wrapped.
After some research, Qin Yi didn't see the role of the snare drum.
After thinking for a moment, he flicked the snare drum's surface with his fingers.
Bang There was a muffled sound, the sound was much louder than Qin Yi imagined.
The moment he heard this voice, Qin Yi felt that the energy and blood in his body were surging crazily, and his strength seemed to have increased by half.
"Hey" Qin Yi blinked and flicked it with his finger again.
This time the force used was a little greater than before.
There was another bang, and in an instant, Qin Yi felt as if a force was squeezing into his body from the snare drum.
Suddenly, Qin Yi felt that his strength had increased by a full 10% compared to his normal state.
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Qin Yi's eyes suddenly widened and he murmured: "This is a good thing."
After carefully studying it for about half an hour, Qin Yi roughly understood the function of this small drum.
After being struck, it can increase the strength of the monk who hears its sound.
The increase is proportional to the sound produced by the snare drum after being struck.
The process of increasing strength can last about a quarter of an hour.
However, Qin Yi also noticed that with the current strength of his body, he can only increase his strength by 15% at most.
If it is more, the blood flow in the body will be too fast, which will be counterproductive.
If he exerts more force, his own strength will be increased.
The body may even explode.
"My body is much more condensed than that of ordinary cultivators.
If I am not wrong in my estimation, now just to compare the degree of condensedness of my body, my current level of Heavenly God Realm is enough to rival that of Seventh Level of Heavenly God Realm."
Qin Yi thought for a moment and said The snare drum was put away first, and then continued to use the ghost technique to hide its figure.
Soon after, Qin Yi felt that a team of about fifty people appeared not far from him.
Because Qin Yi's spiritual thoughts are now much stronger than those of the cultivators in this team, he can figure out the realm of these cultivators in the team without even knowing it, even though there is still a distance.
Then, Qin Yi met a few familiar people, or in other words, a few people he had met once.
"Lord Wolf, Ding Yilin" Qin Yi's eyes flashed with a faint chill.
"The strongest one is probably the Wolf Lord, a fifth-level god.
There is also a man and a woman, a fourth-level god.
It seems difficult to deal with them.
There are also three third-level gods, who also seem to be casual cultivators, and a second-level god.
Six people, including Ding Yilin, eight people.
I remember the last time I saw Ding Yilin, he was still at the eighth level of the False God, and he seemed to have had many adventures. " Calculating silently in his mind, Qin Yi discovered that among the fifty people in the team, there were twenty people in the God Realm alone, accounting for almost half of the team.
The strength of the team is not what Qin Yi values the most.
What Qin Yi values the most is that the route the team takes is basically coming straight to him, without any hesitation, and it is different from the wandering of Fan Tianzheng and Zhao Cheng before. , hesitation, completely different.
"They know where I am."
Qin Yi frowned.
Suddenly, lightning flashed in his mind, recalling the conversation he heard between the Wolf Lord and Ding Yilin on the first floor of the ice volcano.
"That's how it smells and tastes."
Qin Yi thought for a while, and suddenly a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "If that's the case, let's give it a try."
Qin Yi cut his wrist and used his own energy to condense the blood that flowed out into a blood ball about the size of his own head.
With so much blood drawn from the body at once, Qin Yi's face turned slightly pale
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