A mortal asks the heavens: I want to become an immortal

Qingfeng had not expected that there would be such an egg in it. Seeing this thing, Qingfeng was very happy. He heard that some monsters hatched from it and could be used as spiritual pets. If he could get an eagle to ride on, it would be very cool.

He walked forward, put his hand on it, and felt it with his mind, but shook his head. There was nothing in the egg, and there was no breath of life. It must be a widowed egg, which was a pity.

There was no way, Qingfeng could only deal with it humanely.

He dismantled the bird's nest, used the wood on it to light a flame, and threw the egg on it to roast.

While roasting here, he suddenly found that in the gap at the edge of the bird's nest, a green grass like a star stood on it. This grass was not high, only half a foot, but it had a little starlight color on it.

He looked at it carefully, and compared it with the Taixuan grass described by Fairy Shuiyue at the beginning, and finally confirmed that it was this thing.

A Taixuan grass that was hundreds of years old, with this thing, he could repay his favor.

Qingfeng happily put it away. At this time, the egg was also baked. He opened the eggshell and smelled a fragrant smell. He couldn't wait to eat it. The carved egg was as big as a basin and tasted very good.

As he was eating, he felt the stone jar in his arms get hot. He took it out and saw that there was an extra pill inside. This pill was the size of a longan and was fiery red in color. It was faintly fluorescent and had a constant fragrance.

He thought for a moment and thought that it should be made from the red fruits, three-tailed scorpion and eight-eyed spider a few days ago. He didn't know what the pill should be called, but he had used this pill many times and it should be harmless to his body.

He carefully picked up one and threw it into his mouth. He only felt a hot breath spread directly through the meridians of his body, and then a stream of spiritual power began to be released as the pill melted.

Qingfeng hurriedly sat down and began to practice the technique.

Three days later, Qingfeng opened his eyes, and a purple light flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared.

He stood up and took a deep breath of fresh air, and suddenly felt his chest expand.

This time the power of the elixir was very strong, and the Great Sunset Xia Gong, which had not improved for many days, finally made another step forward. He was now at the seventh level of Qi Condensation.

Thinking of this, he saw him take out the big stick and dance with it. This time, the big stick flew up with a trace, and he played a mysterious move.

With a loud bang, a three-meter-high boulder was smashed by his stick.

Qingfeng put away the stick and sighed in his heart, the Xuantian Twenty-Four Sticks were very exquisite. He only learned three of them and had such an effect. I really don’t know what the effect will be if he fully mastered the twenty moves.

At this time, he took out another thing, which was a one-foot-long black short blade. The short blade had a dog-leg shape and was extremely sharp. What was refreshing was that there were seven palm-sized flying knives in this short blade.

This is the mother-and-child flying knife that Qingfeng threw into the stone jar that day. With different materials, the time it takes to refine things in the stone jar will be longer. So he only got this thing yesterday and had no time to watch it. When he saw it today, he really liked it.

Think about fighting with others. If a few knives fly out of the blade unexpectedly, it will definitely catch the opponent off guard and may even play a decisive role.

Moreover, the refined mother-and-child blade is still a top-grade magic weapon, which is much higher than the level of the big stick. It is also his only most expensive weapon at present.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think that he still had to find some materials in the future, and upgrade his big stick. Now that his strength has reached 100,000 jin, the weight of the big stick is a little insufficient, and the feel of using it is naturally much worse.

In the past few days, he also practiced the blood evil magic skill passed down by Ao Tongtian. He just got a little bit of the entry, but the blood evil spirit that kills living beings was condensed by it.

In fact, he still wanted to practice the technique of the big handprint, which is a technique specifically for body cultivators. If practiced successfully, one can use a palm to hit several times the force, which is very powerful, and it is even more effective to use it against the enemy.

Unfortunately, this palm technique is very difficult to learn. For the time being, there are too many techniques that need to be practiced, so he can only wait for the future to study it carefully.

Now there are still more than ten days before the secret realm is closed. He must hurry up to get more spiritual objects. Thinking of this, he no longer thinks about it. He draws out the big stick behind him, and with a finger gesture, he flies away with it.

In a blink of an eye, another three days have passed. Qingfeng walked in the dense forest. The front suddenly became bright. He hurried out and found that he had finally walked out of the forest.

There was a huge monument standing not far ahead. There were many people's names on it. Qingfeng saw that there was no one around, so he walked there.

Only when he got close could he feel the majestic and vicissitudes of the monument.

It can be seen that this monument is a hundred feet high and more than three feet wide, and it is engraved with countless names, densely packed from top to bottom.

However, the higher you go, the fewer names there are, but the font size becomes much larger.

Qingfeng was curious and kept looking at the top of the monument. When the monument was eighty feet high, there were only a few names.

When it was ninety feet high, there were only a few people left. When it was ninety-five feet high, Qingfeng saw a name that made him excited - Wan Jiansheng.

He didn't expect that Senior Wan had also been here, and he was really happy. There were no more names above. It seemed that being able to be written at this ninety-five feet was already the limit.

He sighed and fell down, secretly admiring the few people who were at the top. He didn't know how amazing they were back then.

At this time, he looked at the stone tablet. In front of the stone tablet, there was a jade-colored rock. Those who wanted to test it needed to carve their names on it first, and then they could attack the giant tablet to test their strength.

After the test, you can see how great this person's cultivation and future potential are.

Qingfeng first came to the rock, thought about it, and decided that he should use his real name to commemorate this matter. After all, Qingfeng was just the name given to him by his master, and Ah Niu was the real name given to him by his parents, and its meaning was of course different.

Thinking of this, he saw him use his magic power to carve the word Ah Niu on the rock.

As for why he didn't carve the surname Wu, he was still a little entangled in his heart. After all, his master was very good to him, and he should have continued to use his name Qingfeng so that all factions could know him.

But he took the important points of the two and thought about it, and he made such a comprehensive result.

After writing his name, he came under the stone tablet and began to circulate his energy, wanting to use his strongest attack.