308, make the holy level as cheap as cabbage

Blood Shura also stared at the wind and said nothing, and sent a voice to Han Jing: "Woman, this is the holy level. He found my existence."

"It doesn't matter, Blood Grandpa, this is Grandpa Feng. He is a wind attribute. The flame level of our refining and shaping elixir is not enough, and the wind helps the fire. I want to see if Grandpa Feng can raise the level of the ground fire. Han Jing's idea was also obtained by a flash of inspiration just now, and it doesn't sound very reliable. There is no harm in trying, she thought.

"It turned out to be pulling the old man as a hard force." Feng laughed without saying a word, which also means that he has no malice towards the powerful soul body called Blood Grandpa by Han Jing.

Xue Shura appeared in a condensed form and looked at the wind arrogantly and said contemptuously, "His holy-level mysterious power is not pure, and its role is limited. Girl, you have a good idea, but you'd better find a mysterious and pure one.

"Grandpa Bifeng's Xuanli is pure, but it's not safe to worry even if he can find it." Han Jing said distressedly.

The wind that was a little depressed by the blood Shura warmed her heart. She said to Xue Shura very sincerely, "I'll try first. If it doesn't work, I'll think of another way."

Satisfied with Fengbu's attitude, and in urgent need of shaping medicine, Xue Shura said, "Well, I'll teach you a trick to condense mysterious power."

They can't talk anymore. Even Fengbu can point out that he is the master of the ancestral master. They held their breath and watched Feng's expression change from shock to excitement, and then entered a state of thought.

"I think Grandpa Feng was interrupted by the killer before, and now he may have touched the opportunity to break through because of Grandpa Xue's words. Yun, take A Jiang out. Everyone go out. I don't think this small courtyard can be preserved.

Han Jing whispered, and then greeted everyone else to go out and understand alone.

Time passed little by little, and the sunset fell in the west. Except for Bai Yiming, who had to deal with political affairs, Han Jing and others had been staying outside the small courtyard and even ate some fruit for lunch.

"Why hasn't there been any movement yet?" Han Jing was a little anxious to wait.

"How can a holy breakthrough be so easy?" He Yuanshan, with an excited face, said in a low voice for fear of disturbing the wind.

Xue Shura said disdainfully, "What's so great about the holy level? In the era of my life, the holy level ran all over the street." Fortunately, his words were only passed on to Han Jing, and the girl's nerves were always super big at this time and would not be hit at all.

"If you make the holy level as cheap as cabbage, they are not the holy level!" Han Jing was not happy to say it.

Xue Shuluo, who regarded Hanjing as a close relative of the younger generation, smiled like Feng Buyu: "Okay, Grandpa Xue was wrong."

Ye Guyun, who has been silent, took the initiative to ask, "Grandpa Blood, is that soul-intracting fragrance helpful to you?" These days when Xue Shura and Hanjiang's body and remnant soul were put in the storage ring, he was also very familiar with Xue Shura. Xue Shura's guidance benefited him a lot and hoped to repay Xue Shura.

"Ha ha, you hang the soul incense as an ornament, and the old man doesn't have to enter your storage ring again." Speaking of this, Xue Shura gave a funny comment: "It's really not a place to stay there."

Han Jing smiled and said, "Grandpa Blood's words are too classic."

When talking and laughing, there is a surging of aura of heaven and earth above the courtyard. Everyone was refreshed, and Han Jing also closed her mouth and smiled worried.

Xue Shura comforted and said, "Woley, although this old man's strength is weak, it will not be dangerous to cross the thunderstorm."

"The ancestor of Yang Feng's waste material and Grandpa Feng are a master at the same level. The thunder disaster he crossed was a perverted sixty-nine disaster. If he hadn't risked his life to help, his ancestors would have turned into ashes." Han Jing is now talking about the change of thunder and disaster, and her heart is pounding when she says it.

"Oh, what a pervert?" Bloody Shura became interested.

"The first three disasters are enough. The fourth disasters are three groups of three-star serial thunder, and the five disasters are two groups of four-star serial thunder and five-star serial thunder. The most abnormal of the six disasters is the nine-star serial thunder."

As soon as Xue Shura heard this, he said, "This is a heavenly punishment, not a heavenly disaster. Is there any change?"

After telling the story, Han Jing said, "Is it the thunder eagle?"

"Thunder Eagle may be a life that should not exist, so the first three disasters are the thunder disasters that Yang Zubin should bear. The heavenly punishment for the four disasters to bring down three consecutive thunder is to destroy the thunder eagle eggs. If Yang Feng does not join, the five disasters and six disasters will also be the same as the four disasters. Because the purple electric nine-qu gun is too anti-sky to devour thunder and lightning energy, the heavenly punishment is also aggravated accordingly. Only in the five disasters will there be four-star serial thunder and five-star serial thunder, until the nine-star serial thunder of the six disasters.

"So does it mean that Yang Feng's waste material will be safer if he doesn't join?"

"Otherwise. Judging from what you said, even the five robberies and six robberies are three-star serial thunder, but his ancestors can't survive, and even the thunder eagle egg will be erased in the eggshell. Although Yang Feng's joining made the situation more dangerous, there were variables and turned the dead chess into live chess. This boy's courage and opportunity are good. Well, if he can survive, it should be endless. No matter how powerful the thunderstorm is in the future, he can deal with it.

I don't want to mention Yang Feng anymore. Han Jing changed the topic: "Grandpa Feng is a thunderstorm. Can you see it?"

"Sanjiujie, I just told you that this old man is not in danger."

"Oh." Relaxed, Han Jing was dissatisfied again: "Isn't Grandpa Feng as good as Old Yang? Just give me a three-nine robbery!"

With a smile, Xue Shura said, "The two should be almost the same. The holy-level robbery is almost thirty-nine disasters. The old man of the Yang family is a divine punishment. It can't be compared like this."

"I heard that the stronger the power of the thunder robbery, the stronger the strength of the robbers after successfully crossing the disaster, is that right?"

"That's for sure."

"Isn't Grandpa Feng more at a loss than Mr. Yang?" Han Jing frowned.

Xue Shura quickly said, "Woth, don't mess around. Crossing the disaster is not a game. If you can't do it again, if you fail to cross the disaster, you will be destroyed. The thunder attribute is inherently dominant. Yang Feng's purple electric nine-curve gun and the mutant little thunder eagle are not ordinary things, so they can survive the disaster.

"I didn't say I was going to mess around." Han Jing said with a guilty heart.

"There is no best, otherwise you will only mislead yourself and others." Xue Shura felt that he wanted to pay close attention to the girl, so he floated over and stood close to Han Jing to prevent the girl from being hot.

"Do you want to look so tight? It's like watching a thief."

"You have a hot head, and you dare to do anything. It's okay if you don't look closely." Not to mention how much she likes Han Jing, she only succeeds in refining and shaping the elixir, and the blood Shura can't allow her to come around.