Chapter 1112

Before long, piaomizi was already immersed in the temptation of the inner pill. One idea after another flashed through his mind, and his hand stretched out to the other side several times, but he still couldn't make up his mind to steal that piece.

Finally, misty son, who had never been very good in character, made his own choice. He brushed and grabbed the pig killing knife on Neidan, and then cut off a piece at once, about four or five kilograms. After that order, he stuffed it into the space and inserted the pig killing knife on it. When he finished this series of actions, it didn't take much effort at all, However, piaomizi gasped heavily. He looked around in panic. Suddenly, the pig killing knife in his hand was inserted again, and then he tried his best to calm his mood and looked around.

No one should have noticed his movements?

Well, absolutely not. After calming down his mood, piaomiko returned to normal, walked to Fang Zhiqin and waited.

It's getting dark. It's still dark outside. There's no Stardust on the sky. It's normal. It's a continuous cloudy day in winter. Where are the stars? In this respect, the outside of the hall is full of people. The elder lingers there and thinks about it. What's wrong? Do you want to consider changing a boat?

Good birds choose trees to live in!

Who are you going to go to next? Well, it's better to be a self-supporting sect. Just then, with a squeak, the wooden door of the hall was pushed open. I only saw piaomizi walking out slowly without any expression on his face. Seeing this situation, they hurried forward and asked with their hands bowed. What's the matter with the elder?

"Nothing happened!" the misty son stroked his beard and said.

Seeing this, everyone tasted his breath. At this time, he Feng also came out of it, but he was a little depressed. He found that he had a lot less internal alchemy. Could it be that he secretly ate it in a confused state? It's not normal. It's clear that he is a piece by piece and cut it very regularly, because he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, But why are the incisions on Nathan now like dog bites?

After thinking for a while, he can conclude that someone must have invested in his own things, but who is it? Fang Zhiqin is afraid not like the integrity of the old man, and he is honest and honest. How can he steal things? As for misty son, it should be this guy's Niang xipi's, and there is another Lord who takes advantage of the fire.

He Feng scolded secretly in his heart, but he didn't say anything. After all, he was a little unfair when he shared the stolen goods. Now piaomizi can only take back his part by that disgraceful means. After walking out of the hall, he Feng has improved a lot before stretching.

Although he experienced some twists and turns, the final result was still good. He was relieved to think of this.

According to this trend, he will soon be able to devour this large piece of Neidan, and his strength will be better than that of the previous generation in the class. At that time, I'm afraid he will usher in another breakthrough. Of course, he Feng will also devour the soul of that small glass bottle before Neidan devours it.

These are hard to get things, but we can't waste them!

After all, the waste was shameful. After the people dispersed, he Feng sat alone in the hall. There was only about 3 / 5 of Nike Neidan left in front of him. In this day, there was so much less Ke Feng. Therefore, he felt some flesh pain in his heart, but he didn't show anything.

He was thinking that he was going to divide this inner pill into several batches. After thinking about it, he Feng squeezed out a small electronic scale from the space and evenly divided the remaining order into 10 portions, each of which was about ten kilograms, enough for him to eat for a day. After that, he evenly wrapped each portion in oil paper and put it into the space, Can you put the plate on the ordinary to practice, and the whole day is running continuously. The real Qi driven by the opening of the day will repair the damage caused by the disordered breath collision in the body during the day. In the blink of an eye, it is dawn practice outside. Time passes in a hurry, and you can't feel its passing at all.

Half a month later, he Feng successfully swallowed all the large inner sheet. At this time, he has stayed in the hall. He hasn't gone out for half a month. He hasn't entered the water for more than ten days.

Outsiders didn't bother him, but for the sake of insurance, he Feng called Lao Fang beside him and called it a beautiful name. They practiced together and urged each other to make progress, but in fact he Feng had his own small abacus.

If something happens to him, Lao Fang, a powerful cultivator, can help him. If he is allowed to stay in the hall to practice, even if he dies, those outside cultivators can't notice what's happening here. Therefore, it's necessary to have a powerful Dharma protector next to him.

But now Fang Zhiqin is very distressed. He Feng has kept him from leaving for a year and a half, so that he steals a large piece of the order secretly and still lies in the space without being eaten by him, which makes him a little distressed. It's like you just bought a snack you like very much, but you don't have a chance to eat it, Do you say it's not?

But on the outside, Fang Zhiqin didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction or impatience. Even he didn't dare to expose this large piece of inner alchemy. How can people see the nonsense? He shouldn't sneak to find a place where no one is, lick it and eat it quickly. At this time, he Feng finally ate up that large piece of inner alchemy, Wiped his mouth without any dirt, he Feng said to Lao Fang.

"Lao Fang has worked hard for you these days. I'll give you some more pills later. Go back and have a good meal."

Fang Zhiqin said impatiently, "don't tell me when you can end your seclusion. I'm not in the mood to practice with you. I have a lot to do."

"What's the matter with you?" Hefeng asked suspiciously. Fang Zhiqin has nothing to worry about in the secular world, no relatives, no friends, no boyfriend or girlfriend. Usually a person just strolls around here, strolls around or practices. This guy is very interested in practice. How can he shut up with himself now? He Feng wondered, How did he know that Fang Zhiqin was the one who was eager to steal him, so as not to dream too much at night!

According to Fang Zhiqin's estimation, if he can eat that large piece of inner alchemy, maybe he can break through this bottleneck and improve his strength to a higher level!