Chapter 18

Although his face has become the bottom of the pot, and his heart has been kneaded into a mess and broken into pieces, Zhitong's mental cultivation over the years is not in vain after all. Soon, he adjusted his mind.

This can also be regarded as a rebound at the bottom. After being hit to the point that there is nothing to hit again, that kind of indifference follows.

Looking at the uneasy look on the wasted face, Zhitong sighed softly in his heart: Alas! In the face of such a monster level existence, don't think about finding a sense of superiority in front of him. It's best to be a teacher honestly!

When I think about it like this, I feel a lot more balanced and more complacent: Hey hey, no matter how good or evil you are, you are also my disciple, and the stronger you are, the more glorious we will be as a teacher.

At this point, Zhitong's role transformation is finally completed. An old face suddenly glows with new year, such as the vegetation after the rain, full of green vitality.

It makes the black purple that has not completely faded more transparent.

I was surprised to see it in vain.

Seeing him staring at his face, Zhitong couldn't help but get a burst of embarrassment and coughed gently: "disciple, I didn't expect you to be 10000 happy Zen silk to advance to the next level. It's really beyond master's expectation. If we don't talk about this pulse, we'll look at the whole world. I'm afraid there's no one in the past and no one in the future!"

In this way, Zhitong also slowly integrated into the role of his master. His greasy mouth opened and showed a arrogant and obscene smile. He patted him on his wasted shoulder: "Hey, it's true that he's my apprentice. He has talent. It seems that this medium must be well selected. It must be top-grade!"

Hearing master's mention of the medium, he focused his wasted attention. This is a major event. There is no room for half carelessness.

"Master, how long will it take me to reach the peak of Qi refining if I use the top-grade spirit as the medium?"

Zhitong pondered slightly, pinched his fingers for a long time, and just looked up. There was a soft bright light in his eyes: "if there is no accident, it should be 20 years to reach the peak of Qi refining, but judging from the abnormal degree of your demons, maybe 15 years will be almost the same."

"Fifteen years?" Idleness suddenly became confused. It takes 15 years to reach the level of Qi refining. This is just on the road of immortality and preaching. I'm afraid that such a turtle speed has run out of life before he can cultivate himself to break the void?

God, this is absolutely not!

After reading this, he looked at Zhitong nervously and asked, "master, can't you hurry up?"

"Yes." Unexpectedly, Zhitong's answer this time was very fast: "if you want to quickly ascend to the peak of Qi refining, there is also a shortcut!"

The wasted eyes immediately lit up, stared at Zhitong tightly, and asked eagerly, "master, how can I take this shortcut?"

"In fact, it's very simple. No matter what grade the love silk is, you can absorb it into the body and condense it all into happy Zen silk. In this way, you can shorten the time to the shortest." Zhitong talked slowly, but his expression was a little dismissive. Obviously, he didn't agree with such a way of promotion.

In a daze, he asked, "master, is there any disadvantage in this way of promotion?"

Zhitong sighed gently: "wasted, this method is to take advantage of this method, and all the love wires are extracted regardless of level, and all of them are condensed into happy Zen silk. Therefore, there is no way to guarantee the grade of happy Zen silk. Therefore, it is easy to reach the peak of Qi refining, but it is difficult to take another step!"

Hearing Zhitong's words, the wasted face suddenly became bitter.

He clearly understood the meaning of Zhitong. The grade of Huanxi Zen silk is like the foundation of the building. The higher the grade, the more pieces needed to be promoted to the first floor, and the better the foundation will be.

The buildings built in the future will be more solid, but if the grades are uneven, it is self destroying the foundation. It is really difficult to advance to the next level in the future.

But if this method doesn't work, will it really take 15 or 20 years?

No, absolutely not!

He looked at Zhitong: "master, how long can the super medium reach the peak of Qi refining?"

"Super product?" Zhitong's eyes showed a yearning color, his face also showed a strong excited light, and his voice became distant in an instant.

"I don't know how long it takes for the super product medium to reach the peak of gas refining, but I've heard your ancestor say that if it is really super product medium, you don't mind the emotional grade you draw, because it will automatically purify you into super product and solidify into super product happy Zen silk. Therefore, if you can choose super product medium, it is an existence against the sky."

The wasted eyes are bright, bright as the sun and the moon.

But Zhitong's next words poured a bucket of cold water on the fire of hope he was just full of.

"Waste time, I know your thoughts and thoughts, but do you know that it has not appeared for hundreds of years as a super product medium at the Qi refining level of happy heart devil Zen skill, which is a top-grade product and a rare one in a hundred years!"

"Ah!" Although it has been thought about idleness, super products are rare, but it never occurred to me that they have not appeared for hundreds of years.

Disappointed, he turned astringently to Zhitong and asked, "master, is there really no hope?"

Looking at the expression of vanity, Zhitong, who has always been cynical, suddenly sank in his heart. Is it true that he, an apprentice, is not satisfied with the top-grade medium. Does he really want to prove his immortality?

But the idea was fleeting. After all, it was almost impossible to preach and live forever in this end of the law era.

But he couldn't bear to break the wasted hope and said slowly, "hope is there, but it's too ethereal."

Hearing that there was hope, wasted immediately became excited: "master, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up. Please point out a bright way!"

Zhitong sighed softly. It seems that he is really a disciple who wants to preach and live forever!

I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse, but when I see him so persistent, let him go.

At this point, Zhitong's face was slightly bitter and said word by word: "if you really want to find a super product medium, you can find it in the superior jade, as well as those ancient jade treasures inherited, which are also a choice. It just depends on your luck!"

Speaking of this, Zhitong suddenly smiled strangely: "but whether it's jade or ancient jade treasures, they are valuable. Master, I'm a poor man. I sell all my possessions, but I can't even afford a fur, so you have to find a way to make money."

"Ah!" Wasted money, for him, there was no concept at all, but now it suddenly pressed on his head, which made him a little dizzy and confused.

"Ha ha, I finally got some face back!"

Zhitong's heart was ecstatic. It was as sweet and moist as drinking honey. It was an obscene smile. Regardless of the wasted frown, Zhitong hummed a small song and slowly walked out of the wing room.