A year ago, Yiran entered the country at the western border of the Tianjiang Principality, but accidentally entered the Jedi. After countless battles and a large amount of mental energy, he finally walked out of the Jedi, and fell into a coma.

When he woke up again, he was dragged by a ragged child on a straw mat, begging in the market. He was crying, "Brothers and sisters, please do well, my ill-fated brother.

You have taken care of me for many years, why did you die? Please do me a favor and reward me with two copper coins so that I can raise enough money to buy a coffin. I don’t have anything to say about being a cow or a horse."

Yiran's face was as pale as a dead person due to the excessive consumption of his mental power. And when his mental power began to recover and he woke up, his body was still disobedient and unable to move at all, but he noticed every word and deed of this beggar.

inside.

On the first day after my mental recovery, I saw the beggar begging for a few copper coins in mourning for me, and I felt extremely strange. I was actually being used as a tool to defraud money and pretended to be a corpse.

Along with howling, the tears in the beggar's eyes kept pouring out like springs. They tried their best to beg for a few coins. At noon, the beggar would drag Yiran out of the market and place Yiran in a remote corner.

, left alone.

Just when Yiran thought that the beggar had used him to earn a few copper coins and abandoned him, the beggar came back happily. He held two big white steamed buns in his hand, boiled a bowl of hot water, soaked the buns and fed them slowly.

Yiran ate it, but he himself was reluctant to eat the steamed buns and gnawed on the hard sweet potatoes that he didn't know where he came from.

Such days lasted for five days, and they never stayed in each market for more than half a day. No matter how many copper coins they got from begging, the beggars would drag Yiran away, just to feed Yiran.

After five days, almost all the markets in the city were visited, and it was difficult to use this method of begging anymore. That night, the beggar said to Yi Ran who had woken up but could not even open his eyelids.

He said a lot of things in his heart, maybe these words were just for God to hear. "Why are our lives so miserable? When I picked you up, I saw that you were still carrying a wooden sword. But in that kind of place, the extremely powerful immortal monks

It’s not just a matter of entering. You, a guy with a wooden sword, are just going to join in the fun. You really think you are some kind of genius, and the opportunity falls and hits you on the head.”

"I thought that I, Zhang San, was so upright and handsome that I could not survive countless strong winds and waves. I have been tinkering there for several years, but I still haven't found an elemental stone that the immortal monks talked about. It's really God who deceived me.

If one day I can become that immortal monk, I will definitely let the whole city know my name, Zhang San."

It seems that if people in this city know his name, Zhang San, that is the biggest target he can imagine.

But his heroic spirit lasted only a few blinks of an eye, and he shrank back again. It was really that these shabby clothes couldn't stop the cold weather.

He shrank to the edge of the fire, leaned against Yi Ran, and kept adding dry firewood.

Even so, the man who called himself Zhang San did not take off his clothes to keep warm, nor did he take off Yiran's space ring to sell. Wei took off Yiran's wooden sword and placed it on the roof.

In the old lair with several leaky holes, this is also to beg without revealing the truth.

When the fire was about to extinguish, Zhang San went outside to retrieve dry firewood, and was shocked to find that Yiran, who was lying with dozens of people, sat up. Although he also knew that Yiran was not dead, he was not prepared in the slightest for Yiran's awakening.

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He said in a panic, "Brother, you're awake."

Yiran nodded slightly with a smile on his face, and smiled at the man who called himself Zhang San, "Is your goal to let people in this city know your name Zhang San?"

Zhang San touched his head and smiled awkwardly, "Brother, this is wrong. You are still eavesdropping on my nonsense when you wake up early. I have accepted my fate in this life, and I can live one day at a time. One day I will be able to look like those immortal masters.

Then why should I compete with them?"

"When I picked you up, I heard the immortal masters say that going to the monsters in the easternmost part of the principality is what a good man should do."

After speaking, Zhang San slowly squatted down and threw the dry firewood in his hand into the fire. No matter how lofty his dream was, it was not as practical as keeping himself warm at this moment.

When Zhang San went out, Yiran took out several pills from the space ring. In the past few years, his travels have not only greatly improved his cultivation, but he has also finally come to the fore in alchemy. He has a foundation in alchemy and an understanding of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

Understand that Yiran has been able to refine third-level elixirs, and even refining fourth-level elixirs has a high success rate.

Refining elixirs has an additional medium than refining potions. After the elixir is made, it is 40% more effective than potions of the same level. I have to say that the alchemy technique that Yiran has been waiting for for a long time is indeed extraordinary.

Those pills are the replica of the spirit-restoring liquid that Yiran refined, the spirit-restoring pill. Moreover, the spirit-restoring pill does not need to use the fourth-level spirit-suppressing grass, but uses a third-level spiritual grass, dragon spirit grass, instead.

The effect is not reduced but increased, but is 30% stronger than the effect of the spirit rejuvenation liquid.

Yiran was extremely heartbroken after taking three Restoration Pills in one go. Just to recover as quickly as possible, Yiran did not hesitate to spend money. The reason is naturally that he has acquired a lot of good things during his travels in the past few years, which are more valuable than the Restoration Pills.

They are everywhere. Yiran's strength has reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, which is also the capital that allows him to travel across the entire Jedi to obtain countless priceless treasures.

Yiran looked at this awkward young man, who was younger than himself, but seemed to have seen a lot of people and the world. Even though he had not achieved anything famous in life, he already wanted to go to the border to fight the monsters. This is Zhang San's kindness.

It is also his persistence in living optimistically.

"Then do you want to become an immortal monk?"

A simple sentence shocked Zhang San. Getting up early was beyond the best age for cultivation as he had heard from others. Zhang San, who had never had any illusions about this idea, hesitated at this moment.

However, Yi Ran did not let Zhang San give an answer immediately, but said to him, "How about you accompany me to the border to take a look, and then decide whether you really want to practice."

Although Zhang San had no idea of ​​traveling far away, and he didn't think the wooden sword ranger was a fairy monk.

Precisely because the two of them looked like they were in the same boat at this moment, Zhang San still wanted to yell at the fat man even if he slapped his swollen face. He must do what he said, otherwise he would be in vain.

So Yi Ran picked up the wooden sword, and Zhang San and Zhang San walked eastward without any luggage.

This journey lasted for a whole year, and the two of them ate and slept in the open. When they were hungry, they caught pheasants and hares, dug sweet potatoes and fished together, and when they were thirsty, they drank water from lakes, mountains and rivers.

What makes Zhang San frustrated is that no matter what he does, Yiran is much better than him. Every time he catches a hare, he will be disgraced. Seeing that Yiran can always bring back game. In anger, he digs up all the hare nests.

But still couldn't even catch the hare's fur.

Fishing was even more annoying. When he couldn't catch a single fish, Yiran had already caught several. Even when digging sweet potatoes, what he dug was always smaller than Yiran's.

In the end, Zhang San himself had to admit that he was never a destined person and had no great luck.

But in this year, Zhang San has never seen Yiran unsheath his sword. In his opinion, the wooden sword is just a decoration. They encountered villagers robbing people and path-cutting thieves blocking their way. Yiran

He grabbed Zhang San and ran away without even a hint of knight-errant demeanor.

This made Zhang San completely unsure whether Yi Ran was a warrior or one of those immortal monks.

Zhang San would practice boxing with Yi Ran almost every day, and Zhang San was always complaining about the flowery boxing.

Zhang San, who had not developed any inner strength after practicing for a year, always felt that he had been deceived by Yiran, who tricked him into coming to the border just to find someone to chat with along the way.

But he didn't know that the simple boxing frame was actually the body-building technique of the second level of Tianxin Xuan Ti. Through the boxing frame, the flesh and blood of the whole body were shaken to condense the blood energy, and all the flesh and blood of the whole body were trained until the blood energy was full, then one could become a true warrior.

No leakage.

Yiran, who had already reached the peak of his mortal body, encountered his own foundation-building thunder disaster shortly after following the caravan into the Wuquan Principality.

That day, dark clouds with a radius of dozens of miles covered the sky and the earth, rolling thunder shook the world, and strong winds roared and heavy rain poured down. The thunderstorm only gathered momentum for more than half an hour.

But when the thunder calamity came and struck down with a huge force, Yiran didn't feel how terrible it was. The first amethyst thunder pillar fell suddenly, pulling the dark clouds to suppress it.

However, Yiran remained motionless and allowed the thunder pillar to bombard his body. Then Yiran swallowed the rewarded blood refining powder and continued to resist the second thunder tribulation with his body. Countless electric arcs danced in Yiran's body, along the

The blood vessels temper every trace of flesh and blood.

Just two thunder tribulations fell and completely tempered Yiran's peak mortal body into a leak-free body. The essence and blood in the body are as clear as red crystal, and the meridians are as tough as snake tendons and dragon tendons. Ordinary wounds can be healed within a few breaths.

It will recover within a short period of time without leaving any scars.

At that moment, Yiran felt that he could defeat the possessed Wu Donglai with his physical strength alone. His body was comparable to the top second-level weapons.

Yiran would take Zhang San to boxing several times every day to strengthen the body's essence, blood, meridians and bone marrow through the vibration of flesh and blood. Zhang San followed Yiran's example and started practicing boxing, but he didn't have the slightest intention, and he couldn't do it as well.

Yi Ran shook the flesh and blood.

But even if there was only a few similarities, he still benefited a lot. His physical body improved rapidly. His appetite increased greatly and he was full of motivation to hunt game every day. Even though he was always wearing shabby and ragged clothes, he could no longer feel the heat of summer and winter.

of severe cold.

However, Zhang Sankong obtained Baoshan without knowing it. He thought that Yiran's boxing was just a fake showmanship, that his changes were just because he was hungry after walking too much, and that he was not afraid of weather changes because of the different climates in the region.

Yiran didn't give a damn and just kept going and practicing.

This journey lasted for a year, and Zhang San followed Yiran for thousands of miles and finally reached Jiaoyuan City, the border of the principality. His horizons also broadened, and he no longer limited himself to the fame he once wanted in a city.

He saw the arrogance of warriors and escorts, and the arrogance of bandits. It turned out that the two groups did not fight when they met. The escorts would often offer money, and they would fight if they could not reach an agreement. Moreover, the escorts could never defeat the bandits.

, causing the two people who were hiding in the distance to watch the battle with great interest, to run away due to the failure of their integrity.

I have seen those heroes who talk about benevolence, morality and heroism, but they kill their entire family for a secret book. They turn against brothers for a magic weapon.

I saw those young men in the night market who were swinging folding fans. They were as skinny as me, but they always did things like cocks crowing and dogs stealing. At this time, Zhang San would follow this young man. Once he found out that this young man was about to do something evil,

Then he would bark like a dog from a distance. If he didn't stop, Zhang San picked up bricks and mud and threw them from a distance. Little did he know that Yiran had already knocked out all the guards secretly protecting the young master.

Whenever he saw beggars being bullied by passers-by, women and children being bullied by rangers, Zhang San would always step forward to break up the fight with justice. He would always be beaten to a disgrace, but he would still punch and kick the opponent a few times.

Although Zhang San also saw the so-called wonderful things in the world, countless chivalrous women with heroic postures and beautiful angels, and countless knights with dignified appearances, this was still not what Zhang San expected.

He no longer envies those rangers who carry swords across swords, and finally understands why becoming an immortal monk means going to the border to fight monsters, instead of competing with little people in those small places.

Zhang San, a young man who had not yet entered cultivation, was already a little disappointed with such a knight-errant situation. In the end, Zhang San himself wanted to see the beauty of the border and see where the so-called monks really should go.

Although Yiran traveled this year and did not participate in the war, after experiencing all kinds of things in the world, there was a big earthquake in Dantian on the day he entered Jiaoyuan City. His cultivation was a matter of course, and he broke through to the late stage of foundation building. At the same time, he discovered that there was a fire coming from the border.

Vision.

There was no response to Zhang San's ridicule. The sound of swords suddenly sounded in the sword box on his waist, and sword energy swept across the wooden sword.

Then without any control, the wooden sword slowly unsheathed itself for one foot.

In Zhang San's shocked eyes, Yiran stretched out his right hand to press the wooden sword back into the scabbard. He narrowed his sword eyebrows and said to Zhang San with a smile, "There are a lot of monsters in front of you. Do you dare to follow me to take a look at this most terrifying thing in the world?"

disaster?"

Zhang San felt an inexplicable sense of pride and shouted loudly, "Why don't you dare? I have walked so many miles and seen scenery that only monks have the opportunity to experience. I have seen scenery that many people cannot see in this life.

There is nothing to be afraid of but death."

Zhang San spoke extremely boldly, but after feeling the constant shaking of the ground, he still hesitated, and then said coquettishly, "Why don't you go first, and I'll be here soon?"

The young man has seen countless scenery, but in the end he will still miss this not-so-good world, miss those big white steamed buns, and miss those pheasants and hares.

Yiran was not angry and laughed, letting the sword energy in the wooden sword box soar into the sky, and a wooden sword flew into the air fiercely.

Dressed in plain clothes, he lightly jumped up, standing on the wooden sword and walked away gracefully, as if he was an immortal in the world.
Chapter completed!