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Chapter 50: The Great Dry Wind and Clouds (11)

From the slightly bright morning to the afternoon and dusk, Wu Mingkong soon arrived in Jinlu City based on the map's budget.

It's just a little faster. If they were one hour later, it would be a curfew and they would have to sleep outside.

After finding an inn, Wu Mingkong prepared to go to rest and summon Heizi out in a place where no one was there.

Yao Yang and Zhang Bin parted ways with him after entering Jinlu City, and they didn't know what to do, but Wu Mingkong didn't go to inquire. After all, this was someone else's business and had nothing to do with him.

On the other side, Zhang Bin and Yao Yang were squatting outside a dilapidated temple at this moment, looking at it with a serious expression.

"Xiaoyang, are you sure this is Guaizi Temple." Zhang Bin asked three times, but was still a little uncertain. This is the first time Yao Yang came to Jinlu City, how could he know that there is Guaizi Temple here?

"That's right, Brother Zhang, this place is indeed a Guaizi Temple. If you don't believe it, you will know the difference when those beggars come back." Yao Yang explained again.

When the moon was on the branches, a group of ragged and incomplete little beggars came back one after another, with pale faces and thin skin, and all kinds of scars on their bodies.

When the little beggars entered the ruined temple, three strong men followed closely with whips.

When the sound of scolding and whipping came from the temple, Zhang Bin immediately became angry: "It's really Guaizi Temple. Xiaoyang, please wait here for a while, and I'll go."

Looking at Zhang Bin who was getting up and leaving, Yao Yang couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

He was attracted by Zhang Bin's jealous nature, and he could follow his goal with just a little teasing.

Then he arched his body and quietly ran to the back of Guaizi Temple, and took out the dagger that had been prepared long ago.

I could hear a loud noise in the temple, with thrusts and yelling sounds, and cries and screams.

There was a mess inside.

A young black shadow limped out of a crack in the ruined temple with one leg.

Yao Yang squatted in the corner, and looked at the black shadow and didn't notice him at all. He limped and fled all the way. Yao Yang rushed over with a dagger.

Covering the black shadow's mouth, the dagger slashed at the neck, and blood sprayed out directly, dyeing a large area of ​​soil red.

Yao Yang was afraid that he would not die, so he stabbed the heart a few times, and then he felt relieved.

When the black shadow stopped moving, he groped in the black shadow's arms, then took out a book, took advantage of the darkness of the night and the wind, put the book in his arms, and then left with great strides.

After this action, the movements in the ruined temple gradually stopped. It seemed that Zhang Bin had solved the accusations.

Not long after, Zhang Bin took a torch and brought a group of beggars out. Seeing Yao Yang still hiding in the original place, he called out. As soon as he entered, Zhang Bin shrugged his nose, as if he smelled blood, and it was coming out of Yao Yang.

"Xiaoyang, why do you smell bloody?"

"Maybe the wound has cracked, it doesn't matter." Yao Yang had already thought of a countermeasure, and reached behind his back and touched it. It turned out to be bright red with one hand.

"It doesn't matter, otherwise you can go back and find a senior to treat you first. I will find a place for these beggars to settle down." Zhang Bin expressed concern in his tone, but now he can't leave, so he can only let Yao Yang go back first.

"I'm just thinking about it. It's just a drag on Brother Zhang. I'd better go back to the inn to wait for news about Brother Zhang." Yao Yang had already thought about it.

"Okay, it's dark, be careful all the way." Zhang Bin handed a torch to Yao Yang, but he didn't stop him.

Yao Yang took the torch and walked all the way to the inn. The smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't help but overflow, and the plan had already reached 50%.

"The inheritance of the treasure hero, I'll get it."

Since entering Jinlu City, he has done well, Zhang Bin's personality, the beggar with a treasure, and the broken wounds behind him.

The beggar who was killed by him would be invincible in the celestial realm of the treasure hero in the future, and he could also control countless divine weapons. Normally, each person could only have one divine weapon, and could only be recognized by one divine weapon.

But after this treasure hero created the "Separating Spirits" to practice, he can differentiate his divine thoughts and use more divine weapons.

With this "Separating Spirits and Divine Art", his path is the real beginning.

"Sequoia's Dragon Jade Sword, Yijun's Medicine Immortal Gourd, and even the Future Gantian Sword..."

He ran all the way and soon returned to the inn. He carefully took out the "Spiritual Spirits and Divine Arts". Then, before Zhang Bin came back, he took out the white paper that had been prepared long ago and copied the first half of the "Spiritual Spirits and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts and Divine Arts. He was preparing to exchange this part for the so-called "Theory of the Supreme Medicine".

As for the spiritual cultivation in the second half, this is the focus of "The Spirit-Separating Divine Art". Otherwise, even if the spirits can be divided and cannot be nourished, the divine thoughts that are separated will be exhausted, and he will leave this as a backup plan.

When the copying was completed, he couldn't wait for dawn. He knew that Wu Mingkong would definitely leave as soon as the sky was dawn, and Zhang Bin would not handle it so quickly, so he would definitely stay for one or two days.

So if he did not obtain the "The Supreme Medicine" today, he would be in a dilemma.

Then he knocked on Wu Mingkong's door.

Wu Mingkong had known Yao Yang's actions for a long time, but he just ignored them and focused on sucking the thin energy of heaven and earth to increase his magic power.

When Yao Yang came to knock on the door, Wu Mingkong also knew that he had set his sights on him along the way, and he wanted to see what Yao Yang was going to do.

"I haven't had a break so late, what's the point of looking for me?" Wu Mingkong asked straight in.

"Senior, I have a reluctant request."

"Tell me, I will help you if I can do it." Wu Mingkong narrowed his eyes.

"I would like to exchange my family-born skills for my seniors to help me heal my dantian."

Wu Mingkong felt that this kid must be lying. Can he cure it? Yes, even if he doesn't use magic power, a nanorobot can be successful, but why?

"I can cure this dantian by being scrapped, but this medicinal material is quite expensive and you can't afford it."

"Senior, I don't want elixirs. I know that you have a magical skill that can cure all diseases. I beg you to pass this skill to me. I am willing to exchange it with my family's skills." Yao Yang gritted his teeth and made it clear.

Wu Mingkong was stunned. I still had this kind of martial arts, so why didn’t I know?

After counting it, he found that the inner alchemy technique was not, and the "Five Spiritual Techniques" must not be, and he did not show either of them.

That is "The Greatest True Essence", which is not the case. If no one knows the inner alchemy technique and the Five Spiritual Methods, then the group of old people in the Imperial Heavenly Prison Library will know about it.
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