Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Evening sunset.

Above the desert, black smoke is steaming, and there are broken limbs and broken bones everywhere.

The battle line between the Phantom Sect and Yeguang Pavilion stretches for hundreds of miles. Once a war starts, it is not easy to stop it.

By the time both sides stopped fighting, more than half a day had passed, and there were casualties on both sides.

Because of Han Yuliang's variable, the number of people who died in Yeguang Pavilion was dozens of times that of the Phantom Sect.

The sect will provide pensions to disciples who die in battle, and all will be treated equally, at least on the surface.

In front of the gate of the Phantom Sect's camp, there are many incomplete magic weapons piled up, all of which were cleaned up when the corpses were collected.

This battle, which had been prepared for a long time, ended in an extremely hasty manner.

Just because of a divine infant monk, the situation was reversed in an instant, which inevitably made people feel a little trance-like, even unreal.

The airships were quickly launched one after another and submerged into the clouds. The Phantom Spirit Sect did not stay on the battlefield for long and began to evacuate one after another.

Many casual cultivators who were watching around came closer and spent a large amount of spiritual stones to buy all the incomplete magic weapons.

The price they offered was extremely high. It was more of an offer than a transaction, to make themselves familiar and to keep themselves safe.

The broken magic weapon has almost completely lost its value. If the materials in it are purified and stripped out again, it will take a lot of time and energy, and it will basically be scrapped directly.

Occasionally, some magic weapons wandered into the common people and were obtained by those in the martial arts world, which became another legend of the birth of divine weapons.

At this moment, it was too conspicuous to look for Fu Quanliang. Chu Zheng was not in a hurry to get closer. He sent a message to Fu Quanliang through Tongsheng Seal and arranged to meet in Phantom City.

It was only after the disciples of the Phantom Sect had almost evacuated that Chu Zheng showed up and, as a casual cultivator, began to recycle the garbage purchased at high prices by these small sects.

The price he gave was naturally ridiculously low, less than one-tenth of what these small sects paid.

Even so, in the end, most of these incomplete magical weapons still fell into his hands.

The garbage they brought back was not of much use. They spent a lot of time and energy purifying the stripping materials, which was not worthwhile at all. It was better to stop the loss in time.

Compared to the Phantom Sect, the situation on the side of Yeguang Pavilion is much bleak. Most of their dead people were mutilated, and some only had a pool of blood and mud left, and they could only take back their storage bags.

Those with complete bodies were burned on the spot, and the ashes were taken away. Those with only a pool of blood and mud left were basically ignored.

A large number of broken magic weapons and the remains of armored chariots were left behind. Most of them were first- and second-level magic weapons, and there were also many third-level magic weapons.

Chu Zheng accepted the order and quickly entered the center of the battlefield.

Huge footprints spanning several miles came into view, like huge craters created by meteorites.

Facing the power of the Divine Infant for the first time, Chu Zheng couldn't help but take a deep breath. After a while, he couldn't help but yearning for him. When he cultivated the golden elixir, he would also have the power to move mountains and fill seas.

After calming down, Chu Zheng jumped into the bottom of the pit and came to a pool of blood and mud.

There are many residual auras around, and many monks have been here.

[Haori Armor (Level 3): Refined from silver-scaled python skin as the main material, engraved with twelve layers of magic circles, not a divine infant, indestructible, and repairable (0/100)]

The third level is already a top-grade magic weapon, and this Haori Armor is the best among them. Since all the fragments are there, it is not difficult to repair.

However, there is no rush for the battle armor for the time being. It will not be too late to repair it after he reaches the third level of repair master.

When picking up the pieces of the armor, Chu Zheng couldn't help but come across some blood and mud. Suddenly, he paused with his fingertips and picked up a corner of the broken pieces.

[True Dragon Blood Pill (Level 4/Incomplete): A treasure pill made from true dragon blood as the main material. It can greatly strengthen the body and strengthen the blood. It has been swallowed and refined, and only a corner remains, which can be repaired (0/ 500)】

Chu Zheng lowered his head and continued to rummage in the blood mud for a while, and found several similar fragments. The number of repairs of the True Dragon Blood Pill was once again reduced, and it only needed 200 to complete the repair.

Chu Zheng lingered on the hundreds of miles of front for several days, and only after confirming that there was no omission in the entire battlefield, he set off and rushed to Phantom City.

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Phantom Mountain, Phantom City.

The city was as noisy and lively as ever, and the four districts in the southeast, northwest and northwest were in order, which had not changed because of the war.

These people in Phantom City have lived here for generations and have almost blind confidence in Phantom Spirit Sect. Before this battle even started, most people in Phantom City had already determined that Phantom Spirit Sect would win this battle.

The results did not surprise them.

Chu Zheng changed his appearance and transformed into a middle-aged man who was over thirty years old. He was wearing a robe, wearing precious boots, and carrying two flying swords behind his back. The precious light overflowed, and his cultivation level in the middle stage of the Lingquan realm could be seen at a glance. undoubtedly.

The casual cultivators in the Lingquan realm are already quite powerful, and with the addition of several high-level magic weapons for protection, the late-stage cultivators in the Lingquan realm do not dare to provoke them rashly.

Walking on the long street, without looking closely, Chu Zheng could notice the various looks coming from all around, including awe, envy, and more importantly, respect.

The strength he is showing now is already at the top of the pyramid at the intersection of immortality and mortals in Phantom City. He will not encounter any trouble in this city.

Chu Zheng kept walking, casually paid the fee for ten spiritual stones, stepped into Dongcheng District, found a restaurant, opened a private room, and waited quietly.

An hour later, two figures entered the private room.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Fu Quanliang had undergone some changes. Today was different from the past. Most of the outer disciples of the Phantom Sect would respect him as "Senior Brother Fu" when they saw him.

He had never felt this way before, so his mentality was naturally different.

"Who is this kid?"

Chu Zheng frowned slightly and looked at the simple young man next to Fu Quanliang.

"Wei Changqing."

Fu Quanliang responded.

Chu Zheng's eyebrows did not relax, and he slowly stretched out his hand.

[Wei Changqing (First Level): Bone age is fourteen, top-grade immortal bone, candidate for the true inheritance of the Holy Land of Taixu, outer disciple of the Phantom Spirit Sect, originally the spiritual spring was perfect, and he has re-cultivated his San Gong. There are confusions in his memory, which can be repaired. 】

Candidate for the true biography of Taixu Holy Land? An outer disciple of the Phantom Sect?

Seeing the information on the panel, Chu Zheng took back his hand, doubts appeared in his eyes, and his thoughts were a little confused for a while.

This was the first time he had seen a high-grade immortal bone. It was a bit strange for two identities that were so different to appear in one person at the same time.

Chu Zheng's first reaction was that Wei Changqing was the genius that the Phantom Sect had secretly hidden before.

But then I thought about it and realized that this idea was self-defeating. The time, cultivation, and even age didn't match up.

More than three years ago, Wei Changqing was only a ten-year-old child.

In this case, the only possibility is to be an undercover agent from Taixu Holy Land.

Thinking of Wei Changqing's identity as an outer disciple, Chu Zheng was thoughtful.

Perhaps the Phantom Sect is not unaware of this.