Lord of the Runes

With so many contribution points, Han Feng went to the Artifact Refining Hall decisively. After several twists and turns, and secretly sent more than ten pieces of fireball symbols drawn on silver talisman paper, he finally exchanged them for the Spirit Refining King Kong Art that he had dreamed of.

And there are only two months left before the Apprentice Competition in the Hall of Spirit Talismans. During this time, apart from drawing the Talismans, he spent the rest of his time practicing the Spirit Refining King Kong Art.

However, this Spirit Refining Vajra Jue was extremely exhausting to practice. After the first day of practice, he felt hungry, not only asked the kitchen to add three meals in a row, but also took several Yunling Pills. To no avail, in the end, he could only run to the Artifact Refining Hall to consult the senior brother Murong Can who had received several Fireball Talismans from him before.

Although this Senior Brother Murong Can is only an apprentice, he is a know-it-all in the Artifact Refining Hall, able to penetrate into every hole, and can handle many personnel matters.

"This is a normal phenomenon. Just bear with it and let it go. I also came here in the same way." Murong Can is so beautiful. If he is not sure that he is a man, anyone would think that he is a beautiful woman. At this moment, he draws his voice , said seriously to Han Feng with a serious face.

"Senior Brother Murong is well-connected, there must be a way, isn't it?" Han Feng had already known from some of their senior brothers that this guy was very good at pretending, so he took out a fireball talisman and stuffed it into his hand, and asked with a blink of an eye. road.

"Hey, of course there is a solution, it depends on whether Junior Brother Han is willing to pay the price?" Murong Can's big bright eyes flashed, showing the appearance of a profiteer, but he was still pretty.

Resisting the urge to beat him up, Han Feng stuffed him with another Fireball Talisman, and said, "Then I'll be all ears!"

"It's actually very simple. The Spirit Refining Vajra Art requires a large amount of pills that can replenish the body's vitality to practice." Murong Can said with a smile.

"Then I'll go to the alchemy room to buy it?" Han Feng deliberately asked back.

"Do you think you can buy it? Can there be a fixed channel?" Murong Can folded his hands, leaned back on the pear wood chair, and asked with a smile.

"Don't fool me, you must have a regular channel!" Han Feng couldn't bear it anymore and gave him a glare.

"That's natural. My little brother, I happen to be the gold medal agent of Longyuan Dan, and I can supply it for a long time and stably." Murong Can raised his chin and said proudly.

"How much you can contribute to a grain, let's talk about a price." Han Feng put his hands on his chest and said bluntly.

"Oh, big brother, who wants to contribute, it can only be circulated within the sect, I need the hard currency that circulates in the mainland. One price, five low-grade spirit stones for one." Murong Can raised his left hand, Offer price.

"In a private transaction, the Yuanmai Pill is only one of three low-grade spirit stones. Can your Dragon Yuan Pill be stronger than the Yuanmai Pill?" Han Feng showed disbelief, but he had secretly released his soul power into his bosom. I quickly looked up the information about the Longyuan Pill, and it was indeed the price in the private trading circle, and it can indeed provide a lot of vitality after taking it.

"Hmph, Yuanmai Pill is just an extremely rough explosive pill, which cannot be taken by practitioners for a long time. Even with my physique, I can take up to three pills a year. If there are too many pills, there will be serious side effects. And You can take one pill of Longyuan Pill every month, and with the Spirit Refining Vajra Art, it can absorb the abundant vitality to the maximum extent without causing great damage to the body. The most suitable is the best, you Do you mean it? Junior Brother Han!" Murong Can snorted coldly, speaking clearly and logically, obviously knowing the properties of these pills very well.

In fact, Han Feng knew very well in his heart that Yuanmaidan really shouldn't be eaten too much, but he dared to take it every month because he had a residual talisman that could absorb all the spiritual power released by it.Of course, if there was a better choice, he would not choose Yuanmai Pill.

"But I don't have a spirit stone." Han Feng said honestly.

"But you have a talisman, hehe!" Murong Can laughed, "But I only need a fireball talisman drawn from silver talisman paper, a fireball talisman is considered a low-grade spirit stone, how about it?"

"Deal!" Han Feng readily agreed, and immediately exchanged five Dragon Yuan Pills with him, spending a total of 25 Fireball Talismans.

Han Feng took Murong Can's Longyuan Pill with him, and took one pill as soon as he returned to his residence. He was really hungry, and he just acted calm in front of Murong Can.

As soon as he ingested a grain, it immediately turned into a thick vitality, filling his whole body, warm and comfortable like a spring breeze, without the violence of Yuanmaidan at all.More importantly, the remnant talisman hidden in the sea of ​​souls did not appear to rob him of the Dragon Yuan Pill, it seemed that the Dragon Yuan Pill was not enough to attract the remnant talisman.

Taking advantage of the gradual disappearance of his hunger and feeling bloated all over his body, he immediately operated the Refining Vajra Jue, and circulated the vitality to the surface of the skin according to the route of the Refining Vajra Jue, continuously strengthening the outer skin and slowly giving him Feeling itchy all over, extremely uncomfortable.

This discomfort becomes stronger and stronger as time goes by, until it turns into severe pain, like the bite of thousands of ants, the sting of a hundred bees.

In less than half an hour, his body was already flooded with sweat, but he persisted with amazing perseverance, just because he wanted to become stronger, so that he would no longer experience the helplessness after his adoptive father died for no reason. Helpless at the mercy of others!

The severe pain continued and showed no signs of subsiding. After three hours, Han Feng was already trembling slightly, but according to the Spirit Refining Vajra Art, it took seven hours to complete the first week, and now he could not even half of it. It has not been achieved yet, the difficulty can be imagined.With this set of exercises, even in the Artifact Refining Hall, very few apprentices complete the first week, and only after completing seven weeks can they be considered a beginner.Even Murong Can only completed the third week, but he had already given up and chose other easier exercises in the Qiqi Hall, because he couldn't hold on to fainting in the third week. passed.

This is also one of the reasons why this set of exercises is so cheap. After all, it is a magical exercise that claims to be able to become an invincible body. Of course, so far no one has really succeeded in practicing it. What's more, there are only the first two volumes in the Qiqi Hall. But Han Feng only bought the first volume.

Time seemed to be stretched countless times at this moment, and Han Feng felt that every breath lasted forever.

His body was no longer sweating, but started to smoke. Looking closely, it turned out that his body suddenly became hot for some reason, evaporating the sweat beads on the surface of the skin into gas, leaving behind layers of thin crystals, which seemed to be It's a grain of salt.

Another three hours passed, and the feeling of being cut by a knife all over his body became more and more intense. Han Feng seemed to have forgotten the time, and there seemed to be a phantom in front of his eyes, but the stubbornness in his heart still supported him from fainting.

"There is still an hour!" Han Feng's chapped lips parted slightly, and he murmured in a low voice.

Han Feng has been counting the time all the time. If someone knows this kind of willpower, they will be surprised.

Half an hour!

Three quarters of an hour!

One quarter of an hour!

Ten breaths! ! !

Han Feng muttered silently, and finally the severe pain suddenly dissipated like a tide, his whole body shook suddenly, and he almost fell to the ground.