Chapter 3155

During the three years, in addition to the changes in the evil dragon square, there was also the purple frost gate.

There's no big event at the purple frost gate... Taoist Qingfeng still hasn't left the pass. I don't know whether he's alive or dead.

Zishuang gate, Qiushui Pavilion, Heiyu Pavilion, demon cultivation, fierce fighting in all directions... Of course, the fire of war is still limited to the level of foundation building and Qi refining, and no golden elixir is shot in zishuang gate.

Tianlan is still peaceful.

At least, there is peace on the surface.

On the surface of peace, demon Xiu, purple frost gate, black feather Pavilion and Qiushui pavilion have gained great reputation.

Evil dragon square, inn, third floor, a room.

"Hoo..." with the sound of exhaling, Jiang Ting slowly opened his eyes.

"Click......" as he got up, his flesh and blood began to make a constant noise.

After exercising for a while, Jiang tingcai whispered, "three years."

He has been closed in this inn for three years.

Xiuwei also built the second floor of the foundation and broke through to the third floor.

As a price... His resources were almost exhausted.

In addition to the magic weapons he needs to use, there are also ice flame fire beads obtained from Qinghong dangerous area, several dragon feather flowers, and some things that must be left.

Now, all his wealth adds up to only more than 2000 Lingshi... If you add some sundries, he will die less than 4000 Lingshi.

All the resources, including the remaining foundation pills, were changed into various spiritual herbs by him three years ago, and then refined into pills to assist in cultivation.

And the Dragon feather flower... Most of the Dragon feather flowers have been used by him, leaving only a few immature dragon feather flowers.

The strength of the body... Is not high. According to his estimation, it is only the strength of intermediate magic tools at most.

He still can't connect all kinds of magic weapons and spells with his flesh... Of course, he is not completely useless. His physical quality has increased from the strength of low-level magic weapons to intermediate level.

When he was fighting, all kinds of shocks and shocks he could bear were greatly enhanced.

In addition, the progress of cultivation, the increase in the number of swords in the sword array, and the increase in the number of Magic Lotus... According to his estimation, his strength has been at least doubled.

As long as one day's magic cannot summon the limit of 100, as long as the number of magic swords in one day's sword array has not reached 108... Each breakthrough will greatly improve his peak combat power.

As for the progress of fairy art and sword array, the inn is not a place for experiment. I don't know for the time being.

After pondering for a long time, Jiang Ting went to the window and looked at the people coming and going in the street and the blue sky.

Maybe it's time to leave.

Now, the resources given to him by the "good robber" have been consumed, and the resources given to him by Taoist Qingfeng have also been consumed... He is very poor now.

He urgently needs all kinds of cultivation resources.

If there were no resources, pure hard cultivation, even with the help of spirit stones... Without one or two hundred years, I'm afraid I couldn't touch the threshold of building the fourth floor of the foundation, not to mention that he didn't even have much spirit stones left.

Without resources, unless there is a big chance... Otherwise, even if he can calm down and practice hard in a short time, his cultivation will be difficult to make progress.

At this point, Jiang Ting turned and left the window, went to the door and opened the door.

"Creak..."

As soon as the door opened, a boy sitting by the stairs on the third floor looked over.

Seeing Jiang Ting's fierce appearance, he shrunk his neck: "I've seen you, elder."

Jiang Ting whispered: "check out, the spirit stone I pressed before, refund more and make up less."

Now leave immediately... Although he is poor, he will not embezzle the money of the inn.

Of course, he didn't owe the Lingshi of the inn... Living in the inn is not paying after staying, but paying first. If he didn't pay enough, the inn would have urged him.

The young man pondered for a while, bowed his head and said in a respectful voice: "senior, you paid 100 Lingshi to rent it for ten years. Now you use it for three years and may..."

"Many, reward you." after saying that, Jiang Ting left directly.

The boy was ecstatic: "thank you, master..."

Outside the inn.

After leaving the inn, Jiang Ting quickened his pace and walked outside the evil dragon square... He was so poor that he couldn't afford to buy an advanced defense magic weapon after converting it into cultivation resources.

Now he is too lazy to consume the one or two thousand spirit stones. He might as well stay in the storage as an emergency.

His departure did not disturb anyone.

He left the evil dragon workshop very smoothly... Then the imperial sword rose into the sky.

Don't change the fierce appearance at the moment, and start turning towards the purple frost door... If you use the real appearance, in case one is unlucky and blocked by Xia Houping

When you get back to zongmen, you will change back to your original appearance.

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In a month.

Outside Heming mountain, it is about 2700 miles to the West and about 300 miles to the east of the scorching sun desert.

Ten feet high.

A man in purple frost door and white dress stood quietly in the sky, with a proud face and sharp eyes like eagle eyes, building a foundation of cultivation.

In front of him were two people in black robes who exuded a disgusting smell. Vaguely, something on the two people in black robes was emitting a cry.

Magic repair! Two, building a foundation, demon Xiu.

Obviously, he was a disciple of zishuang sect and was blocked by demon cultivation.

The purple frost sect disciple's eyes were disdainful: "go away."

"I heard that you were hurt by he Laosan before. I don't know whether it's true or false. Our brothers specially came to have a look." the two evil Xiu said with a strange smile.

When speaking, take out a bloody serrated machete and a dark red flag.

"I was really hurt in the desert..."

The voice fell, and the purple frost sect disciple's eyes showed a sneer: "even so, you deserve to stop me!"

The man in black on the left smiled strangely: "the famous school is the famous school. Ah, when death comes, his mouth is still so slippery."

The black robed man on the right licked his lips and revealed his bloodthirsty: "what do you do with so much nonsense? This boy is very powerful. If you can kill him, his head will be worth at least 40000 spirit stones!"

The words fell, and they shot at the same time.

Sawtooth machetes fly out, accompanied by dozens of complaining souls.

And the flag... In an instant, at least a hundred angry souls roared out.

Zishuang sect disciple hurriedly took out a palm sized jade flag... The flag was brilliant.

"Ah..." countless complaining souls began to wail and scream.

Illuminated by the glory, they can't advance or retreat one after another.

But the serrated machete, although it seemed to sink into the mud, continued to move forward.

"Er......" the purple frost sect disciple showed some blood on his mouth and hid in the right sky.

The demon Xiu who controlled the machete shouted: "he was seriously injured. Kill him!"

Another demon Xiu was just about to open his mouth and suddenly looked up... He just saw that a streamer came across the sky in the direction of the desert.

The demon Xiu hurriedly said, "someone is coming. Don't keep your hand. It's so swaggering in the sky. It's either the smelly women of Qiushui pavilion or the people of zishuang gate."