Chapter 45 Xiaomei's amazing performance

Next to the small earth bag under the starlight, Zhang Yan unremittingly cleaned up all the trophies, and his joy on his face had not faded.

After sorting out today's trophies, he took out his previous storage bag and threw high-quality spiritual weapons such as Liuyan guns, condensing rulers and nearly 5,000 medium-grade spiritual stones into the storage belt. Looking at the storage belt that was bulging and almost saturated, he couldn't help smiling and felt much more at ease.

This storage belt is a low-grade spiritual weapon, and the space is more than ten times that of ordinary storage bags. Three miniature arrays are engraved on it. As soon as Zhang Yanfu saw it, he immediately judged that this belt was a treasure!

He doesn't care about the defense and dust-repelling array on the belt, but he loves another acceleration array very much. He immediately beats the board and uses it to install things in the future!

After countless battles, Zhang Yan is forced to respond to the enemy most of the time. There is no possibility of escape. There is nothing he can do. The speed of flight is really general, which is almost the same as that of the monks. Once he meets a higher-level monk than him, escape becomes a thing that he dares not expect.

It's dangerous to fight wildly. When it's time to escape, you must escape~

With such awareness, Zhang Yan's eyes on this belt are different. As long as it can accelerate and help to escape, what happened to the lower spiritual weapon? It's still a good baby!

After the stolen goods were divided, Xiaomei had a storage jade bracelet on her left wrist in addition to the storage bag on her neck and right wrist. Under the ugly man's furry neck, there were three more storage bags in an instant.

The two little guys have much more psychological balance. Xiaomei has another exquisite and small storage jade bracelet, even if there is nothing in it, but this is better than nothing, right? The little guy comforted himself so much that he was happy.

The three storage bags hanging under the ugly's neck are quite abundant. Zhang Yan put a bag of spiritual grass, a bag of ore, and a bag of monster materials.

Now, the ugly man was very happy, but he glanced at the belt at Zhang Yan's waist, and there was still a trace of resentment in his eyes. The little guy understood that in the three storage bags under his neck... there was no spiritual stone!

Zhang Yan lay lazily on the ground, ignored the eyes of the two little guys who wanted to take an inch, and sighed comfortably. This booty came too fast and was easily addictive. Don't become a thief in the future...

The exhausted Buddha Yuan has not recovered yet, and the golden elixir in Dantian is still dim. Zhang Yan rested for a while, then sat up straight and waved to Xiaomei: "Give me a bottle of human elixir-grade middle-grade elixir. Don't sleep. Hurry up."

Little beauty jumped up from the ground, stared at Zhang Yan with a little face warily, and shouted, "You don't have a bottle of top-grade elixir, why do you rob me and Ugly's sugar beans!"

Sugar beans? Zhang Yan was stunned and finally thought that he did say that just now, but that's not true. It's just... perfunctory. Even if he is a prodigal son, he dares not take the elixir as candy beans...

But since he promised Xiaomei and couldn't go back on his word, Zhang Yan's intestines were about to regret. He couldn't wait to grab all the elixir and don't let the little boy keep it.

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Yan said with a smile, "I won't grab sugar beans with you. I'm just tasting the difference between Chinese elixir and top-grade elixir and see what the difference is..."

Xiaomei stared at him with contemptuous face and shook her head, as if she would die.

Zhang Yan's face sank and sneered, "Believe me to spank you with my right hand?"

Zhang Yan's right hand has always been an invincible killer for Xiaomei, and this time is no exception.

The little face of the little beauty's carved jade statue changed for a while, and finally compromised. As she slowly leaned into the storage bag, she muttered, "If it hadn't been inseparable from the ugly, I would have left you, a stingy man. It's really stingy..."

Zhang Yan was furious and did not take a bottle of elixir handed over by Xiaomei. He trembled and pointed to Xiaomei: "If you weren't the spirit of Aoki, I wouldn't have bother to raise you as a waste. It's useless, and it just adds obstacles to me. I take a bottle of elixir to heal my wounds, and you have so many opinions. Who is the master here, huh?

Xiaomei was stunned, and her little face turned red. It took a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "Are you hurt?"

"Nonsense!" Zhang Yan smiled coldly.

Irrelled Zhang Yan's cold words, and a blue light suddenly shot out of Xiaomei's big eyes. She swept Zhang Yan's body and suddenly said, "Wow, it turned out that Zhenyuan was abused. No wonder she was full of fire..."

Zhang Yan's face was as heavy as water, and his eyes were straight to kill people, but he was attracted by Xiaomei's next words: "I can help you heal your wounds, much better than these sugar beans, but the premise is..."

Zhang Yan was stunned, then happy and said, "What is it?"

Xiaomei glanced at him disdainfully and said fiercely, "You can't rob us anymore!"

Zhang Yan was stunned. Until this time, the little boy was still defending his sugar beans.

For a long time, Xiaomei, the spirit of Aoki, has a well-known reputation, but Zhang Yan doesn't know what benefits he can get from him, and sometimes even doubts what is the use of this little boy to trigger the battle of strength in the whole world of cultivation?

Today, Xiaomei promised to help her heal her wounds. How could Zhang Yan not be surprised? In front of the spirit of Qingmu, which was formed after ten thousand years of the best spiritual vein, a few bottles of human elixir were really not enough, so he readily agreed and patiently signed a gentleman's agreement with Xiaomei with a serious face.

Until Xiaomei and Xiaomei nod her head with satisfaction, Zhang Yan couldn't help but look forward to it and blurted out, "How are you going to help me recover Zhenyuan?"

Seeing that Zhang Yan's attitude was so low, Xiaomei said angrily, "How can you understand so much nonsense? You just close your eyes and do it."

After eating this dent, Zhang Yan didn't care at all. He curled his lips, sat cross-legged, and his palms flat on his knees, held his breath and condensed. He instantly entered the ethereal state of the eight poles without distractions, and the supreme Buddha's work in his body were booming.

saw Zhang Yan's breathing become long, and the faint aura of heaven and earth around him slowly poured into his body, drilled into the limbs and bones, turning into a trickle into Dantian. The Buddha golden elixir in his body was still dim, but it began to run at an extremely slow speed.

At such a speed, Zhang Yan will have to meditate here for at least three months to recover all the true elements.

But since Xiaomei promised to help, is the name of the spirit of Aoki given in vain?

Half an hour later, Xiaomei read words in her solemn mouth. With the obscure formula, Xiaomei slowly stretched out her right hand against Zhang Yan's back.

After a flash of extreme blue light flashed on Zhang Yan's back, there was no bright light. However, Zhang Yan, who was in the operation of closing his eyes, was shocked. He only felt that a strong, pure and without a trace of impurities, Qingmu Reiki was introduced into the meridians of his limbs like the Yangtze River. Due to the attitude of Reiki, his veins faintly gave birth to a sense of swelling of saturation!

He did not dare to be careless and restrain his mind. The supreme Buddhist scriptures almost used all his strength to run crazily. After 18 days of running in his body according to the fixed mysterious trajectory, he turned into a wisp of golden Buddha that was close to thick and injected into the Dantian, and then converged into the golden elixir, and the dim golden elixir got Such a majestic Buddha's subsidy, with a buzzing sound, suddenly rotated sharply, and a little golden light flew around the golden elixir.

With the help of Xiaomei Qingmu Reiki, Zhang Yan seemed to jump into the deep pool formed by Reiki. The endless spiritual sources of Qingmu poured into his body and turned into golden Buddha Yuans to supplement the exhausted Buddha Yuan under the operation of the supreme Buddhist scriptures. Then he saw the Buddha in Dantian recovering crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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Thirty.

50%.

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70%!

Zhang Yan only felt that a force filled his whole body again, and each cell was cheering and glowing with new and more explosive power. In Dantian, the Buddha's golden elixir rotated into a wind with gorgeous gold, and the buzz gradually changed from crisp to sharp.

All the Buddha yuan is about to be restored. Although Zhang Yan is still condensing his luck, a trace of trance appears in his heart.

Zhang Yan was a monk in the early days of Jindan, and the Buddha Yuan was more than several times stronger than ordinary monks. However, with the help of Xiaomei, it took less than an hour to recover all the Buddha Yuan. How can this amazing effect be surprising?

And the little beauty standing solemnly behind him, without any abnormality, his right hand still against Zhang Yan's vest, endlessly providing Zhang Yan with a majestic and amazing green wood aura.

It seems that in Zhang Yan's view, the magnificent Zhenyuan is like a drizzle that can be thrown casually~

Maybe the little beauty at this moment shows the fierce side as the spirit of Aoki...