In the Demon Suppression Division, the Iron-Cutting Sword Technique is perfected

Just when many forces were ready to move and the undercurrent was surging.

Gu Cheng, the initiator who personally brought about this result, had returned to Changle County and came to Xiao Yun's home.

"Are these small bottles filled with the 'Boiling Blood Powder' I want?"

Gu Cheng looked at the five exquisite small porcelain bottles on the table.

He reached out to take one and opened the stopper.

He found that it was filled with a very fine white powder with a faint fragrance.

Just looking at the appearance of this thing, I thought he was buying it from the Golden Triangle...

And not only does it look very similar, the value of this thing is far more than gold.

The cost of refining this small bottle of Boiling Blood Powder alone is enough to equal five or six nebula flowers.

"That's right, don't look at the small amount of this bottle, but the blood and qi that this bottle of Boiling Blood Powder can provide is not inferior to an ordinary mortal realm demon core!"

Xiao Qing'er sat aside and explained softly.

After not seeing each other for a few days, the face of this sickly girl became paler and more haggard. It was obvious that she had spent a lot of time and effort in refining the medicine.

"The medicinal power of Boiling Blood Powder is very overbearing. In the first few months of taking it, it is best not to exceed the amount of one fingernail a day."

Xiao Qing'er stretched out a white and tender little finger and warned seriously:

"If you take it in excess, it will not only cause a serious burden on your body, but also shorten your life span!"

"If you feel any discomfort after taking it, remember to come to me quickly!"

"Well, I know."

Gu Cheng nodded slightly, put his nose close to the mouth of the bottle, and sniffed gently.

The originally faint fragrance suddenly became several times stronger and became extremely pungent.

Under the stimulation of that strange smell, the blood in his body became like a surging tide, and suddenly became extremely excited.

He also became extremely eager for the white powder in the small bottle for some reason.

Just smelling it has such an effect.

If you swallow a bottle in one gulp, the medicinal power is self-evident.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Gu Cheng nodded with satisfaction and put the five bottles of Boiling Blood Powder into the storage bag.

Looking at the haggard face of the sickly girl, he silently remembered this favor in his heart.

Xiao Qing'er smiled, and then suddenly seemed to remember something, and continued to add:

"By the way, Brother Gu, when the shopkeeper Song came to deliver the herbs, he asked me to bring you a message."

"Oh? What did he say?"

"The shopkeeper Song said..."

The sickly girl glanced at Gu Cheng quietly, with a rather strange look.

"He said that his wife misses you very much.

I hope that when you are free, you can go to the backyard to "chat" with her more often and cultivate feelings..."

"..."

Gu Cheng instantly understood the meaning of the shopkeeper Song's words, and was slightly startled.

Good guy!

I, a pure love warrior, don't even have the nerve to bully you.

But you are so good that you are eager to send your beautiful wife away, right?

Gu Cheng was speechless.

Maybe in the eyes of these wealthy businessmen, as long as they can please this martial arts master with a promising future.

Wearing a green hat on your head is not worth mentioning at all!

After all, if you want to live a decent life, how can you not have a little green on your head?

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It was late at night and everything was silent.

The bright moonlight sprinkled through the window into Gu Cheng's bedroom, as if covering his room with a hazy veil.

After making a large table of delicious food for Miss Xu and letting his "pet" eat a full belly.

Gu Cheng returned to his room, sat on the bed, and began to count the spoils of this trip.

The gains in the past ten days were basically concentrated on the killer of the Evil King Pavilion.

Gu Cheng took out Feng Sanshi's storage bag and began to take things out one by one.

The space capacity of this storage bag is about half the size of the one given by Xu Nianxue, and it can be regarded as a medium-quality storage magic tool.

There are really a lot of good things in it.

The gold alone filled a large box. I guess it was the reward paid by the Zheng family.

In addition, there are two things that interest Gu Cheng the most.

One is a red copper token, the size of a palm, with the pattern of an evil ghost head engraved on it.

It is not difficult to guess that this should be the identity card of the assassin of the Evil King Pavilion.

Before dinner.

Gu Cheng asked Miss Xu in detail and had a general understanding of this famous assassin organization in Yunzhou.

According to Xu Nianxue.

The assassins of the Evil King Pavilion are all a group of weirdos with extraordinary talents but full of evil.

Like Feng Sanshi, a genius in the refining spirit who controls the high-level demon servants of the Breaking Ordinary Realm with the cultivation of the middle-level Breaking Ordinary Realm, which can only be regarded as a medium level in that killer organization.

Fortunately, the Xiewang Pavilion is an organization that will not do anything without profit.

Unless the employer is willing to pay more, they will not avenge the killer even if he is killed by the mission target.

In their opinion, the death of this kind of waste with inferior skills is a good thing for purification.

"Humph, it's a pity that the people of the Zheng family will soon have no chance to pay more..."

Gu Cheng snorted coldly, and had already included the other party in his must-kill list.

Decided to wait for a few days until the storm passed, and then find a suitable time to act.

The second item is a black long knife.

The blade is about three fingers wide and about three feet and three inches long.

It is pitch black, like black jade, and the shape is extremely beautiful and elegant, like a high-end custom-made craft.

The material of this ink knife is also very special.

Not only is it very hard, but it is also extremely tough, and its weight is surprisingly outrageous.

The weight of this knife alone is almost fifty pounds, which is more than ten times that of ordinary weapons!

However, for Gu Cheng, who has achieved the great success of the blood demon body.

A weapon of this weight is not much heavier than the wooden swords and wooden swords used by children to play with, but it feels quite good.

"What a good knife..."

Gu Cheng looked at the ink knife in his hand with love.

On the handle of the knife, he also found two beautiful small characters engraved on it - Mo Yu.

Obviously, this should be the name of this precious sword.

"That Feng Sanshi is a spiritual cultivator who controls demon servants. He doesn't look like a knife player."

"Is this Mo Yu knife a trophy he seized from the assassination target before?"

"But no matter what, it belongs to me now!"

Gu Cheng's mouth curled up slightly, muttering to himself in his heart.

This is a pleasant surprise.

His natal blood weapon is extremely powerful, and it is even more powerful with the "Blood Shadow Sword Art".

But that is a trump card after all, and there is still no handy weapon that can be used in daily life.

Now with this Moyu, this problem has finally been solved.

In addition to these things.

The most in Feng Sanshi's storage bag are books that record various music theory knowledge, and several precious musical instruments.

Obviously, this killer of the Evil King Pavilion is quite passionate about music.

"This grandson is actually an artistic guy?"

Gu Cheng flipped through the music score in his hand, and his mood was quite subtle for a while.

Think about it carefully, it seems that the spare time of these villains is quite rich?

As the concubine of the elder of the Blood Knife Sect, Xue Niangzi likes to study cooking on weekdays and collects a lot of recipes.

Feng Sanshi works as a killer in the Evil King Pavilion. He likes to make music on weekdays and collects a lot of music scores.

On the other hand, Miss Xu, a demon hunter, usually only knows how to eat and collect a bunch of pornographic books...

Fuck, why do I suddenly feel that the righteousness of this world is hopeless?

Gu Cheng shook his head and threw all these messy thoughts behind him.

He turned to open the system panel and looked at the soul remnant of Feng Sanshi.

"Since this guy is an artistic guy who likes music.

Then if I just talk to him about music, can I easily fill up the favorability of this remnant soul?"

Gu Cheng touched his chin, thinking in his heart.

Based on the experience of communicating with the soul remnant twice before, he has already figured out the strategy of this remnant soul.

As long as you can cater to its preferences and prescribe the right medicine.

Over time, all the value contained in this remnant soul will be squeezed out!

"In this way, I can also obtain a more advanced method of refining the soul, right?"

Gu Cheng lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

He poured fifty years of his life into Feng Sanshi's soul in one breath...