I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

The golden halberd has an aura similar to the one in Daqian Immortal Courtyard that permeates the entire Immortal Courtyard.

The atmosphere of great national destiny.

This female cultivator, meaningless, is a Daqian cultivator.

It may be a certain imperial daughter of the Daqian Emperor, a certain duke, or a certain granddaughter of a marquis, or a relative of the head of the six tribes or the third auxiliary prime minister.

On the way to the Immortal Capital of Daqian, Tianxin Taoist also introduced the situation of Daqian to Han Yi. In addition, Han Yi learned from the library that Han Yi had a clear view of Daqian's organization. , is no stranger.

The most powerful person in Daqian never thinks that he is the emperor of Daqian.

Under the emperor, there are three great princes, the Duke of Zhen, the Duke of An, and the Duke of Ding. These three great princes are all powerful gods.

Under the duke, there are three auxiliary ministers, six heads of tribes, and seven princes.

These sixteen are all Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

Of course, it does not mean that there are only sixteen true kings in Daqian Immortal Kingdom. According to the ranking of the Tianji Pavilion True King List, there are thirty-four true kings who belong to Daqian openly, let alone secretly.

This is the absolute overlord of the southwest region of Yuheng Realm.

Many conjectures flashed through Han Yi's mind, but his expression did not change. Instead, he put Ling Guiyu into his storage bag, turned around and looked at the person, then ignored him and walked away.

Among the early foundation-building monks, he believed that he could not lose to anyone.

Outside, he was being chased and abducted, but he admitted it. After all, the person he faced was either in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, or at the peak of Foundation Establishment, or even the True Monarch of Nascent Soul. For the sake of his own life, it didn't matter if he was a little cowardly.

But here, the realm is limited to the early stage of foundation building. He has nothing to fear. As long as you don't provoke him, you will be fine. If you seek death, then he will get his wish.

certainly.

The other party was an official monk of Daqian. In order not to cause further trouble, Han Yi decided to ignore it. If the other party was the granddaughter of a certain emperor of Daqian, and he killed her, he would be seeking death.

I really thought that after entering the cave, everyone would be equal. In fact, this is not the case. As long as you are a human being, there will always be partiality.

but.

Han Yi ignored him, but the other party thought Han Yi was afraid.

A trace of anger flashed across the cold face of the female cultivator, and the halberd flew across the sky, killing suddenly.

boom! !

The halberd swept across Han Yi's position and only pierced an afterimage. Then, it chopped off more than a dozen giant trees and smashed them to the ground.

suddenly.

A streak of green and black sword energy passed silently through the violently shaking dust.

laugh!

The sword energy crossed the edge of the female cultivator's forehead and cut off a strand of hair. Then, it turned back and fell into the scabbard of the distant figure.

Just in an instant, the figure swayed slightly and disappeared, and it was difficult to catch even the breath.

"Chase and die!"

A voice, filled with coldness and endless murderous aura, came from the retreating figure.

The face of the female cultivator in the purple skirt froze, and a hint of shock appeared under her wildly shrinking pupils.

The bright sword light grazed his scalp, which was obviously a warning.

The other party was so strong, even ridiculously strong. They were both in the early stage of foundation building, but they were still able to hold on with ease. The difference in strength shocked her.

This first sword was a warning. If I caught up with him, the other party might really kill him.

She took a deep breath, waved gently, took back the halberd, and shook her hand tightly, but the figure of the monk just now flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"This person is too unfamiliar. I know all the monks in the Immortal Kingdom. He is not one of them. He is most likely a disciple secretly cultivated by the Holy Land and the three major sects."

"So...strong."

She calmed down and continued to move forward with her halberd, but this time, she had a different mentality.

the other side.

After Han Yi went deep into the forest, he jumped up and stood thirty meters high in the air. His eyes glowed with pale golden light and he scanned the surroundings.

The qi-gazing technique can not only be used to 'see' people, but can also be used to 'find' objects. All spiritual 'things' cannot escape the qi-gazing technique.

Although this spell has a low initial level, its applicability is extremely strong. Under the influence of the proficiency panel, its ability has been transformed like other spells. It can even be said that it is much different from the original spell principle. Separate from each other.

Buzz!

Under the qi-watching technique, everything you see in front of you is reorganized by countless lines of different colors.

Ordinary grass and trees only have one or two scribbles, while some spiritual grasses that have reached a higher level have more strokes. Further forward, a monk passes by, which is a light group emitting different colors. The colors are different, including red. , some are blood, some are gold, and some are silver.

This color, Han Yi guessed, was related to attributes and practices, or even to one's temperament.

Sudden.

A dazzling and dense light spot came into view. These light spots were all pure purple, like purple stars.

Lingguiyu.

Han Yi was overjoyed. The pale golden light in his eyes faded, and the world returned to normal. He was extremely fast, and after falling into the forest, he headed towards the spot where the purple light spot was under his vision.

In less than ten breaths, it suddenly dawned on him that he was already in a valley.

There are purple spots on the mountain wall on one side of the valley. A hundred meters away, there is a Linggui Jade embedded in it. The faint purple halo gives an illusion of beauty.

"so much."

As soon as Han Yigang landed on the ground, he couldn't help but let out a soft cry, rose up with his sword, and pulled down a piece of Linggui Jade from the mountain wall. Although this piece of Linggui Jade was smaller than the one he got before, it still caught his eye. , at least dozens of pieces, adding up to more than ten times what we just got.

developed.

Han Yi jumped up and rushed forward. At the same time, he took out another sword, black light, from his storage bag.

The Qingping Sword and the Black Light Sword, like two swimming dragons, shuttled in front of the mountain wall, constantly prying off the Linggui Jade, and Han Yi took it into his hands.

Suddenly, a figure approached from far away at an extremely fast speed.

"Haha, Ling Guiyu, so many."

"Someone is developed."

As the voice fell, a figure stepped out of the mountain forest and entered the valley. When he saw the seven or eight Linggui Jade remaining on the mountain wall, he couldn't help but look overjoyed and laughed wildly.

The person who came was a burly and strong man, dressed in Taoist robes, which made him look like a giant war god.

However, Han Yi just glanced at him, waved gently, and brought the black light broken sword to his eyes. The Qingping sword did not stop.

After a dozen or so swipes, all the Linggui Jade was pried out from the mountain wall. Han Yi used his spiritual consciousness to roll it in front of him and put it into his storage bag.

"snort!"

A loud roar came from the mouth of the giant man who was laughing wildly. One moment, his face was full of laughter, and the next moment, he was filled with murderous intent.

"Death to someone!!"

A golden mirror was thrown from the hands of the giant man. The mirror was not big and hung five meters in the air. A golden light shot out from the mirror and swept towards Han Yi, but it only destroyed an afterimage.

"Huh?"

The giant strong man let out a light sigh, turned his hands, and a second mirror appeared in his hands, this one was a silver mirror.

The mirror lifted into the sky, and another silver ray of light shot out, interacting with the golden light and passing by. Wherever it passed, the valley rolled and the dust and sand were annihilated.

However, Han Yi's body moved slowly every step forward, but its rhythm was so good that he could always avoid the light.

"I don't believe it."

The giant giant man snorted heavily and took out the third mirror from the storage bag. This was a red mirror. The mirror came back to life with a dazzling red light.

The three colors of gold, silver, and red are intertwined, and even Han Yi feels a lot of pressure.

The limit of the light body technique can probably hold up the fourth mirror.

But of course he won't just be a target.

Han Yi raised his eyebrows, raised his sword, and with a flash of black light, he hit the nearest golden mirror.

clang! !

The sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded.

Han Yi frowned again and looked at the mirror that rolled and flew hundreds of meters, fell into the forest, and rose into the air again without any damage, with a solemn expression.

His sword was a full-strength sword that could not even break the opponent's mirror.

That mirror is no lower than my own black light fracture. Even if it is not a magic weapon, it should be the top-notch magic weapon.

Han Yi even made a guess about these mirrors with different colors but similar functions and the same appearance.

That is, this set of mirrors should be a set of magic weapons, but when used separately, each mirror does not have the power of a magic weapon, so it can be called a half-step magic weapon.

If this is really the case, who is this guy?

However, even if it is a complete set of magic weapons, it still depends on the strength of the user. In the foundation building stage, the main weapon competition is spiritual consciousness.

Han Yi is a first-class immortal base.

In this regard, he has never been afraid of anyone at the same level.

Next.

With a flash of his consciousness, the black-light broken sword that turned back had already blown away the other two mirrors. Then, it soared into the sky, crossed the void, and shot out, pointing directly at the giant giant man.

Opposite him, the giant strong man, after Han Yi hit the golden mirror with his sword, his eyes suddenly bulged, his face changed drastically, and because the consciousness on the golden mirror was hit, his soul was shocked, and his head was shaken. A swell.

quick.

too fast.

So fast that he could barely react.

Extremely fast, producing infinite power.

If this sword hits him first, he may not even be able to take out the fourth mirror.

The hair on my back stood up, and fear grew in my heart.

The giant man hurriedly took out the fourth mirror, which was a pure white mirror. This time, the mirror faced himself.

A white light shrouded the giant man's body and disappeared.

The pure white mirror also jumped into the void with a slight jump and disappeared in an instant.

Black light flashed and turned back again.

Han Yi was even more surprised this time.

This mirror not only has attack function, but also can change positions.

A hundred meters away, a giant strong man suddenly appeared, and the white mirror jumped out.

With a horrified look on his face, he stretched out his hand and passed through the white mirror, as if he had reached another level of space. Mana poured in, and the gold, silver, and red mirrors scattered around suddenly disappeared. Then, his arm retracted, and in his hand, there were many Three mirrors came out.

The next moment.

Another white light shone on him from the white mirror, and the mirror jumped and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already three hundred meters away.

Less than three breaths into the fight, he actually ran away without saying a word.

Come arrogantly, leave swiftly.

"Sure enough, there are many monks in the world. Even in the early stage of foundation building, although I am confident and not afraid of others, others also have magical means and should not be underestimated."

"Gold, silver, red, and white mirrors, this set of magic weapons should have more than these four. This person's identity is definitely not an ordinary sect disciple, he must have some background, that's all."

Han Yi sheathed his sword, glanced at the forest behind him, his eyes moved slightly, and with a sway, he crossed the valley and stepped into another ancient mountain forest.

After he left, three breaths later.

Five figures stepped into the valley and took five positions.

"Ding Jiansheng, who is such a strong swordsman, is this person from your Red Sky Sword Sect?" A young man wearing a noble purple brocade robe had a cold light flashing in his eyes.

If Han Yi were here, he would recognize this young man. He is Pang Quan, the ninth-generation grandson of Emperor Daqian who participated in the Ten Thousand Stars Sea Performance Conference.

Pang Quan looked to the side of the mountain forest, where there was an arrogant sword cultivator. The sword cultivator came from the three major sects of Daqian, the Chixiao Sword Sect, and his name was Ding Jiansheng.

Across the valley, Ding Jiansheng's eyes fell on the ancient mountain forest opposite, and a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes.

Then, he turned around and glanced at Pang Quan. His face was still aloof. Without saying a word, he rose up with his sword, crossed the valley, and stepped into the Gumao Mountain Forest.

He actually didn't even want to talk to Pang Quan, his eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

But there is no doubt that such an approach is complete contempt.

Pang Quan's face was ugly, his body under the brocade robe shook slightly, then he quickly regained his composure, waved his brocade sleeves, and left.

The other three people had different expressions. They were all focused on Han Yi who was leaving. Even if they noticed that Pang Quan's face was ugly, they didn't take it to heart.

In an instant, everyone dispersed, some heading in another direction, and some crossing the valley as well.

the other side.

When Han Yi crossed the valley and stepped into the Gumao Mountain Forest, he also noticed the five foundation-building auras behind him, but he ignored it.

In Jade Palace Baoguitian, fighting is the means, and obtaining Linggui Jade is the goal.

Moreover, those who can enter here are all people with status. Killing is easy, but the follow-up is troublesome.

Before learning the magic to disrupt the cause and effect of heaven, Han Yi decided to kill less people if he could, and also change the hands of the magic weapons and magic weapons obtained after killing people.

Yuan Changtian's lesson is profound enough.

In particular, the monks who can enter Yuque Bao Guitian are all sects with a golden elixir or above, and among them are the descendants of the emperor Daqian and the descendants of certain big bosses from the three major sects of the Two Holy Lands.

Not to be offended.

After entering Gumao Mountain Forest.

Han Yi found a few more pieces of Linggui Jade piecemeal, which totaled more than fifty yuan, which was considered a huge sum of money.

This kind of Linggui Jade can be taken directly to improve the cultivation level of a small realm. It can also be regarded as a kind of rare object, only weaker than the fairy fate in Chaozhen Taixu Heaven.

Naturally, Han Yi would not let go of such a good opportunity.

Sudden.

An earth-shattering explosion came from far away from the side. Han Yi paused and turned around without hesitation.

If there is a fight, there is a fight, and here, the one fighting for must be Ling Guiyu, and he will not let go of such an opportunity, relying entirely on means.

Uh-huh!

The phantom flashed past, and in less than ten breaths, Han Yi had already crossed a few kilometers and stepped out of the mountain forest. Then, his eyes trembled wildly.

before his eyes.

A mountain peak with a height of about 100 meters rises abruptly from the ground and stands on the edge of the mountain forest.

What made Han Yi's eyes tremble was that on the top of the mountain, there was a purple light shining like the brightest star, attracting his attention.

Lingguiyu.

Moreover, it is a huge piece of Linggui Jade that is as tall as a person.

All the Linggui jade that Han Yi had obtained before was less than one-tenth of this piece.

Outside the mountain forest, around the mountain peak, there are already more than a dozen people standing in the void.

On the ground, there was a corpse, which was beyond recognition. Next to the corpse, the magic weapon was broken.

Han Yi's pupils shrank and he hesitated.

This situation is very difficult to handle. Anyone who takes action will definitely become the target of public criticism. It will be difficult for them not to die if they are attacked.

He is very strong, one-on-one, he is below the same level, and has no fear.

But if you face more than a dozen early-stage foundation-building monks at the same time, they will all die under the bombardment of top-quality magic weapons and magic weapons.

"It's not easy to handle."

Han Yi turned his eyes and had an idea instantly. Since I can't eat a whole piece of Linggui Jade, I will explode it to disrupt the situation and break the deadlock.

Only in this way can we have a chance of winning the big prize.

At the edge of the mountain forest, after Han Yi walked out, several more people walked out one after another.

Several of them were familiar to Han Yi.

A hundred meters away on the left is Pang Quan, the ninth generation grandson of Da Qian. This is a difficult person to get along with.

Three hundred meters to the right, a young monk was carrying a giant sword more than three meters long. The blade was dark and glowing with cold light.

Taixu Zong, Shen Yuan.

Han Yi withdrew his gaze and landed on a dozen figures confronting each other in mid-air, two of whom he recognized.

A young man wearing a mysterious robe, Fuyou, Nandou Divine Palace.

The other one was dressed in white, with three war flags on his back. The war flags were hunting, and even the space became a little blurry under the fluctuations of the war flags, as if they were shaking.

Lingzhan Sect, Xie Jingshan.

Han Yi suddenly realized.

It has been fourteen years since the last time Xuan Dan Sect organized the sect to go to Yujing Mountain for the Cave Heaven Trial.

In these fourteen years, he has made breakthroughs and become stronger.

As for the other monks in Chaozhen Taixu Heaven, such as Nandou Shenggong, Taixu Sect and other monks, they had stronger resources than Xuandan Sect, and the training environment was more oppressive, so they naturally became stronger quickly. .

To be able to break through to a legendary qi training monk, talent, luck, strength, and understanding are almost indispensable. After they break through to the foundation building stage, these characteristics will naturally follow, and they can also make rapid progress in the early stage of foundation building.

but.

In front of Han Yi, these people, even if they are stronger than Han Xuxiao of the Blood God Sect, are only limitedly strong, and he has no fear of them.

After Han Yi confirmed the strategic plan, he no longer hesitated. The broken sword of black light floated in front of his eyes. Then, he put two fingers together and raised it gently, and the black light sword quickly climbed up, as fast as thunder.

Whether it was the dozen monks standing in the void or the seven or eight monks who had just walked out of the mountains and forests, they all looked at Han Yi.

"snort!"

In mid-air, a monk with a cold face hummed, and threw a five-color fan forward in his hand. In a blink of an eye, the colorful fan had transformed into a ten-meter giant. With a single blow, Han was about to be blown away. Yi's broken sword flew away.

but.

Pfft.

There was a short sound like a bullet punching through a hard wooden board. The black light broken sword instantly penetrated the colorful fan. Its speed did not slow down at all, but it was lifted upwards.

"My peacock fan, damn it."

The cold monk who was sitting cross-legged in the void suddenly looked at Han Yi. In his hand, a second top-quality magic weapon appeared. This was a short arrow only as wide as a palm.

The arrow is black and the arrow body is white.

Monk Leng Li looked at Han Yi, with a stern look in his eyes. He lightly threw the short arrow forward in his hand, and then the short sword floated in the air, entwined with black and white aura. It was as fast as thunder, silently, It was like the arrow of death, stabbing towards Han Yi.

Everyone present, including Han Yi, had an intuition that this spell could definitely hit Han Yi.

No matter whether it was the edge of the mountain forest or the other monks standing in the air, they did not move, but all looked at Han Yi.

Shen Yuan of Taixu Sect, Fu You of Nandou Divine Palace, Xie Jingshan of Lingzhan Sect, Pang Quan of Daqian Immortal Kingdom, and Ding Jiansheng of Chixiao Sword Sect, all looked at them with interest, jealousy, or arrogance and indifference. Han Yi.

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