Chapter 177 Qingyun Danyao Night Fragrance

Yang Jing walked through another yard and came to a side hall. The scene in this hall is even more terrible, with a total of more than 20 people dead. Some of them twisted into a ball, and some of them cut their swords on each other. Some of these people have been dead for a long time, and their faces have changed, while others have died new. Yang Jing thought to himself, "There must be a tragic change in martial arts in this big house. Look at the blades used by these people, many of them are sons of famous families. Guys like acupuncture points, five-e elements wheel, and judge's pen, if they are not proficient in the art of acupuncture points, how can they use them? But I don't know why they died here one by one?

When he first entered the room, he didn't care. When he saw these many good hand corpses on the ground, he became afraid, but he only heard the sound of flames burning in the main hall, and some people were shouting, but no one answered. Yu Daiyan turned a wall and a screen and stepped into the main hall. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a stream of hot air rushed to his face. He saw a large stone stove in the center of the hall. The flame was burning. Three people stood next to the stove, each carrying real gas and blowing fire into the furnace. There was a four-foot-long single knife across the stove. The flame changed from red to blue and from green to white, and the single knife was shining, but it couldn't be refined at all.

The man's robe is full of green cloth, his face is covered with dust, and there are spots on the robe, and there are holes splashed by sparks everywhere. The three people were covered with white fog, bulging their cheeks and slowly blowing. Three streams of air blew into the furnace, and the flames rose five feet high, illuminating the night sky and groaning. Yang Jing looked at the scene of the three old men and knew that their internal skills were profound and the breath blown out together was beyond the reach of any bellows. The place where he stood was several feet away from the stove, which was already hot. The heat in the furnace could be imagined, but the single knife always shone with blue light, and it did not turn red at all. At this time, an old man in yellow suddenly shouted in a hoarse voice on the roof: "Tiaodao! How long will you practice this Qingyun elixir?

Yang Jing heard that this hall suddenly knew that the smoke was caused by alchemy! I can't help but be shocked. The three old men who were drumming and refining swords didn't listen to it, but they were more eager to breathe. But the man on the roof sneered three times. The front of the eaves fell to the ground like a leaf, and the golden light in front of him was shining. The man had already dodged away. Yang Jing shouted badly. He was at the 20 salt guests, and the reason why he did not find Yang Jing may have been because Yang Jing held his breath and had light skills. At this time, the fire in the hall was booming. Yang Jing saw the huge elixir inside clearly. He saw that the man who practiced the elixir was a 20-year-old boy with a handsome face and his eyebrows flying obliquely, but his face was pale, faintly revealing a green atmosphere. The brocade robe he was wearing was embroidered with gold silk with dragons, snakes, flowers and plants, which was extremely gorgeous and brilliant. He kept fanning the fire, and his face was full of anxiety. Is he also an alchemist? Yang Jing was puzzled. Yang Jing has long been attracted by him. How can he know the 20 salters who are fighting fiercely outside?

A person in the dark forest shook his body, and his left hand suddenly came out. He stretched out five thin and pointed fingers and grabbed the face of one of the salters. The man avoided sideways, and the old man in yellow grabbed another step. He only heard a cry. His head hit the ground so fast that no one could see which sect he used and how the man died. Then the hand was extremely agile, and his body was slightly sideways. He pulled out a hammer and hit it with a bang. The hammer was empty and handed over with the other party's knife. Mars splashed everywhere. Dozens of salters attacked from the side. The leading hands were like chicken claws, flying up and down, all of which were fierce attacks. These people have deep hatred and resentment with each other. They are ruthless at all, and their moves are all killers who intend to kill people. But seeing that the old man in yellow's martial arts skills were extremely strange, with a strange smile on his face, as if he still didn't move, but the remaining dozen salters couldn't help it at all. Huang Yi sneered three times and suddenly turned around. He clicked twice. The leading salt guest's wrists were folded together. The others were extremely alert and saw that the situation was wrong. They knew that they could not stop him. However, the boss was injured and had to escape and disappear into the night forest for a while.

Here, the fire in the hall was so fierce and hot. As soon as the young man held the iron in his hand, he was fishing for something in the furnace. Suddenly, a white smoke rose and smelled a burning smell in his nose. Yang Jing looked intently and saw a little smoke coming out of his palm, but he He didn't let go, like a madman, unaware of the pain for a moment, and focused on the stove with an iron weapon. Yang Jing was shocked when he saw such a scene, but he saw the old man holding a red iron and pulling it back.

Yang Jing clearly saw something as bright as a crystal pill under the firelight, and the pill immediately floated out a strong fragrance as soon as it appeared. The young Taoist priest shouted excitedly, "I succeeded! I have practiced the Qingyun elixir and can go home..." Somehow the man burst into tears.