Chapter 49

An He's injuries weren't that serious. They were all external injuries, and even Madman Qu's medical skills were able to treat them, not to mention Qu Liuxi who was already young and blue.

The gash in his lower abdomen looked hideous, but after the stitch, it was more docile.

That was what Du had said. Only he could describe the marks left by the stitches.

In the end, those people who coveted the bronze bell didn't dare to make a move. Ghost Hand Number Nine was an expert in the state of prison, so if the wine cup and bell were easily destroyed, who would dare to act rashly?

Even if they were greedy, they wouldn't be foolish enough to directly charge forward to snatch it.

No one doubted that if a person dared to fight for the safety of that bell, that bell would be able to slaughter a river of blood in the city.

Qu Liuxi changed the medicine for An Zaiyue and looked at her wounds to see that they were already healed very well.

"There seems to be some change in your physique."

Qu Liuxi said with some doubt, "The healing speed of the wound is too fast. It's beyond my imagination."

"Good or bad?" he asked, pretending to be nervous.

Qu Liuxi smiled. "At the very least, it seems like this is a good thing."

An Chou raised his hand and rubbed the bangs on her forehead. "Then everything will be fine, don't worry."

Skinny Du, who was standing to the side, stared blankly and was somewhat unwilling: "Why can you rub her hair? She's so obedient like a kitten."

"Why did she beat me up like a grandson the last time I pulled her hair braid? Why?"

Qu Liuxi's face reddened as she turned around and ran away.

An Zeng also came to his senses, and he immediately felt guilty.

He had actually forgotten that if she was to someone he liked, the girl would be as gentle as water.

If it wasn't for the affection between a man and a woman, anyone would try touching a girl's hair and immediately beat her until she didn't know where she was.

Skinny Du sat down beside An Zeng and said in an old tone, "It's a small dispute. There's something I need to tell you."

I know you're trying to protect me, but I don't want you to take what I have to do from now on.

At any rate, I am a cultivator. If you even did something like fighting for me, then what is the point of cultivating?

"If you don't fight while cultivating, you might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes."

"No rhyme."

Skinny Du: "Let me think … If you don't want to fight and kill cultivation, why don't you go home and sell sweet potatoes?"

"What? I'm talking business with you!"

An Zhan said, "Alright, alright, alright. You fight me in the future, I won't fight over it anymore."

Skinny Du nodded: "That's more like it. Although you are our sect leader and we have to listen to you, you have to be reasonable, right?"

As the saying goes, "There is reason everywhere in the world. If there is no reason, why not go home and sell sweet potatoes …"

Even the cat sleeping in his arms opened its eyes and looked at him.

"Recently, I have become more and more fond of sleeping."

Skinny Du reached out to carry the cat. The cat wriggled in disgust and then succumbed to Fatty's soft belly.

"Damn, you've really hung the bell around my neck."

When the skinny Du saw the bronze bell on the cat's neck, he was immediately surprised: "That is a big treasure ah, how could you just hang it around the good sir's neck like that?!"

"What if the good sir runs out to play and gets caught?"

An Zhan smiled. "Have you ever seen the good master go out to play?"

For the next 24 hours, all of them were asleep except for eating.

I hang on the good god's neck precisely because the eyes of the good god will be noticed, those people will be more avaricious.

The bronze bell is only a treasure, but the good sir can find the treasure. "

Skinny Dean: "That's true. Good grandpa is the number one marvel in the world."

The cat narrowed its eyes and meowed, "Meow!"

It seemed to be responding to the fatty's praise for it.

Skinny Du laughed out loud: "What a show."

He lowered his head to look at the bronze bell. "This thing is truly magical. How can an unremarkable little bell be so powerful?"

It was said that the old man's name was Ghost Hand Nine, and he was famous throughout the martial arts world.

Rumors had it that this fellow only cared about benefits when he did things, and never cared about anyone else.

Therefore, both the black and the white were very angry at him, and they had been chasing after him the entire time.

That guy had a pair of amazing hands that could change his appearance, so he had always been very hidden.

"Who would have thought that he would be dragged into this matter because of our Martial Arts Academy."

An Zhe nodded, even though Ghost Hand Nine was merely a small fry in his eyes when compared to the big cases that An Zuzhen had worked on in the headquarter earlier.

However, in a place like the sixteen kingdoms, the Ghost Hand Old Nine could indeed be considered an evil villain.

You Yan's sixteen kingdoms and Da Xi couldn't even begin to compare. Da Xi was just an enormous beast, even if You Yan and the sixteen kingdoms combined together, they still couldn't match up to a single hair of this beast.

If it weren't for the fact that the sixteen kingdoms of Youlan, which were too tired, and the army of the Da Xi had casually rolled over here, the sixteen small nations would have been wiped out.

Old Huo walked in shakily from the outside, coughing as he walked, as if he had caught a gust of wind.

Thin Du quickly got up and helped Old Huo sit down. "Master Huo, I was worried to see you coughing."

Old Huo laughed, "Don't worry, after all these years of coughing, I can't get my lungs out."

Dean replied: "No, no, no. I'm afraid that you will cough up your neck."

Old Huo: "Scram."

"Alright, then scram. I know that you have something to say to An Ying, so I'm going to cultivate."

He carried the good man out of the room and closed the door behind him.

"Thank you. If you hadn't taken care of me, that day would be over."

Old Huo shook his head. "What does that have to do with me? It was that bell that saved you."

An Xuan said, "If you hadn't been looking for the third year, then perhaps that competition would have caused some trouble."

"Right, what's your relationship with the third year?"

Old Huo said, "He doesn't have any friendship, but his fan was made by our Starry Night Potion House."

It was called the Mountain and River Fan, but its quality was actually not bad. If someone had the luck to use it, they would be able to display the power that a red rank treasure should have.

However, the innate talent of the third year was too poor. His cultivation level was already at the limit, so in his hands, that fan was only a white rank weapon.

"You also know that refiners can't help themselves when they see a magical equipment being ruined, so when I first saw the third year of high school, I couldn't help but say a few more words."

"I helped him change the Fan of the Mountains and Rivers. Before, he could only use three scallops. After I modified it, he could use thirteen, so he was somewhat grateful to me."

An Chao nodded. "He's also a man who knows how to differentiate between gratitude and grudges."

Old Huo said, "There are all sorts of people here in the illusory world."

There were more than three people with a bad reputation, but their chivalric and chivalrous hearts were still intact, and there were also scum like Zhen Zhuang Bi, who had a good reputation but a belly full of evil.

"Therefore, you must not underestimate the Illusory Realm. This place is just a small world."

An Zhan continued, "At the beginning, I really didn't place much importance on Illusory World's city. Back then, when I returned from the Cang Man Mountain, I knew that I was seeing things."

Old Huo hummed, "I came to remind you that your bronze bell has already provoked trouble. I'm afraid there will be plenty of people who want to snatch the treasure."

However, those people were still watching, and no one was sure if there were any great cultivators supporting them.

Also, they were afraid of the power of the bronze bell, so no one was willing to be the first to stand out.

"But their patience will soon run out. Sooner or later, someone will be the first to lose their patience."

An Zhan said, "I'm also thinking about whether or not we should move out. With our current strength, we can't stop so many people's greed in the city."

Old Huo said, "Don't be in such a hurry to move out either. Even though Illusory World has experts residing in him, those who have truly hidden themselves won't covet your bronze bell."

With the strength of the Bronze Bell, killing a cultivator in the state of Prisoner's Desire isn't difficult, so it isn't a problem for him to protect himself. "

"Alright, let's take a look at the situation first."

After a moment of silence, Old Huo continued, "Bronze bells are magic equipment. Generally speaking, white grade magic tools are able to allow a cultivator in the state of prison to display the greatest amount of power.

The bronze bell had easily killed Ghost Hand Nine. Thus, this bell was also a red item, and it was also a magic equipment that had its own sense of attack and defense.

"I'm not familiar with magic artifacts. I'm guessing that the bell is at least of gold rank, maybe purple rank."

"With your heaven-defying luck, I'm afraid your chances of success are higher with the purple rank."

Look at what you've got now. Which one isn't purple?

Therefore, I'm afraid that you don't take the purple grade item seriously. You should know that even a rare cultivator like the Great Perfection Stage would not have a purple grade item in their hands.

Most of the purple-rank items have been taken over by those cultivators who are near the peak of the cultivation level, the Lesser Heaven stage. "(TL: Small Heavenly Realm) (TL: Small Heavenly Realm) (i) (i) (i) (i) (i) (i) (i) (i) (i) (i) (i) (i) (i) (i)

He picked up the wine gourd and took a sip. Then, he slowly said, "Rumor has it that there are one hundred ninety-nine purple rank magic tools in the world."

Counting the fact that I went against the heavens and spent thirty-six years of effort and the resources of the Star rank Building to create the Reverse Heaven Seal, there are only two hundred of them.

Moreover, when compared to a real purple rank magic tool, the Heaven Defying Seal was far inferior.

Therefore, the Heaven Defying Seal is considered a magic item of the purple rank. "

"The Red Luan hairpin you obtained can be considered to be of purple quality."

But the thing you're wearing on your hand … it's seventy to eighty percent the most precious treasure of the purple rank and even the purple rank.

"Speaking of this, I want to ask you what's wrong with your health?"

An Zeng shook his head, "No, I recovered very quickly this time. I didn't feel any loss of vital energy and blood at all."

Old Huo nodded, "That's good, that's good. It seems like there really is no curse on that thing."

Although the Blood Pearl was not a magic item, it was still the most evil one.

"You still have to be careful. I've already said that your luck is too strange. If something really happens to you, no one will be able to help you unless it's a purple rank magic item."

An Zhan smiled, "Actually, this matter can be said to be arrogant."

Old Huo also laughed, "Nonsense, if I can't show off in this matter, then there won't be anything worth showing off."

Take a look yourself. Even though the Heaven Defying Seal and Red Luan hairpin under the purple rank cannot display their true power, they are still of the purple rank.

Bronze bell with a suspected purple rank, Blood Pearl bracelet, you already have four purple rank magic items on you.

"There are less than two hundred pieces in the world, and you have taken four of them by yourself. You can be very cocky."

He lowered his head and looked at An Zaihai's Blood Cement Pearl. "You've already reached the [Level 3] level, and if I'm not wrong, you've already reached [Level 3] level, right?"

An Chao nodded, "Yes."

Old Huo said, "I've never seen a freak like you. Previously, your dantian's Qi Sea was not unobstructed, and it was difficult for you to even enter it."

Once it entered, it immediately went up three levels.

If you say that Xiao Qidao is a rare genius, I think you are as well.

Now that you've entered the rank, you can cultivate properly in the Heaven Defying Seal in the future.

"Also, I can try and see if I can move the herb field out of the bead and place it into the heaven defying Seal."

An Xuan nodded, "Thank you, Senior."

Old Huo looked at it carefully for a while, then reached out his hand to touch the bead. His frown deepened. "That's not right … Although this bead has absorbed a lot of your blood energy, why don't you feel anything?"

"Look, the blood star on this bead has become brighter and bigger."

He didn't notice the change until he saw it.

"Yes!"

Old Huo suddenly slapped his forehead. "How did I forget about this … One of your beads is used to store the herb fields."

While absorbing blood from your body, the bead also absorbed the medicinal energy from the medicinal field to help you recover. The two sides were in harmony, which was why you were safe and sound.

Wonderful, wonderful, truly wonderful!

When An Zhe thought of the Senior Qian Corpse in the depths of the Azure Barbarian Mountain, he inwardly thanked him.

The mummified corpse in the crystal coffin in the depths of the Ancient Berserker Mountain became different.

He did not look like a mummified corpse the first time An Zeng saw him. His skin had recovered a lot of moisture, and although he still looked ugly, he was not so shriveled up.

When An Zhe expressed his thanks, the old man's lips curved upwards in a smile, and he said, "You're welcome."

If Ann knew, she might be able to fly.