Underground. Magma lake. Black stone.

Qin Yu breathed a long breath and opened his eyes. There was no spurt or aura. He sat there, quietly, as if he merged with the black stone under him and the space where he was.

This is a wonderful feeling, which can only be understood but not expressed in words. It is not until he stretches his waist and his spine "crackling" sounds, his whole body becomes vivid. It is like walking out of an ancient landscape scroll, returning to the world, and having flesh and blood.

The eighth furnace converged all its light, and the red furnace body dimmed and flew over.

Qin Yu blinked, his mind was confused, and he didn't react for a moment.

The eighth furnace was furious, and the magma lake immediately rolled, and the fiery breath came to my face.

Qin Yu was slightly stunned, and then came to his senses, and said helplessly: "Of course you will keep your promises, but are you sure you want to use this weak attitude to face the Lihuo Cauldron?"

The eighth furnace answered with his actions, turned his head and rushed into the magma lake, and his threatening posture when he left seemed to warn Qin Yu not to play tricks. He couldn't wait any longer.

Qin Yu shook his head and stood up, looking at the magma lake in front of him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This dream lasted for sixteen days. He had lived through sixteen lives in the dream. Although he had not experienced it personally, some places gradually became blurred, but a trace of soul returned to his body still had a profound impact on him. On the surface, Qin Yu had no change, his breath was the same as before, but his temperament was much warm and mellow, like a fine wine covered with dust and a thousand-year-old jade.

This is a gift from the baptism of time. Qin Yuyuan cannot achieve this, but through the world of dreams, he also has traces of time. Of course, this is not the point. The key to experiencing the sixteenth day of a dream is to experience the influence and tempering of the mind and nature of the years, and to learn all kinds of alchemy experiences in dreams.

No one can become a true master of alchemy through a dream, but Qin Yu already has this kind of foundation, or inheritance. When his alchemy strength reaches its level, he can naturally unblock and obtain the corresponding alchemy strength.

Wang Daoren has laid a solid foundation for what he learned throughout his life, and the eighth furnace inherited the foundation. In less than a month, only one path of alchemy was created. Qin Yu can be said to have turned into a dragon. These gifts will be transformed into powerful support in the years to come, allowing him to go further and firmly in the path of cultivation.

Zhao Xiangu and his party have had many surprises and eventually evolved to this day. This has taught Qin Yu a very vivid lesson. The plan will never change, and there are many opportunities and opportunities hidden in the changes.

Of course, Zhao Xiangu recognized his cheap senior brother to create these things, although it was closely related to the remains of Cangmangzi, it was also a blessing. But no one in the world can always be lucky, and perhaps there will be fatal dangers hidden in the next unexpected change.

Qin Yu closed his eyes, did not practice or comprehend, but just thought quietly about what he had done recently, and whether there were any mistakes in his actions, which were missing.

Because of the 16th day of the Great Dream, he experienced sixteen lives, and he learned more than just the alchemy.

1. Be cautious.

2. There is no free lunch in the world.

...

Xu Yu, Fan Jianghai strongly suppressed, Qin Yu accepted the inheritance and was unable to leave, and the sharp conflict on the surface of Zhao Xiangu gradually subsided. However, in secret, the conflict between Zhao's disciples and appearance disciples did not stop for a moment, and various stories were staged almost every day.

The protagonist of today's short story comes from an inconspicuous small cultivation family in the South. Although he has some talent for alchemy, he has no roots and no support in Zhaoxian Valley and is the most marginal little person.

Zhao Shoucheng was 36 years old and had neither high nor low qualifications, but because his surname was Zhao, he had a respectable status, and was supported to be a manager in the Selection Department. He was not considered a high-ranking and powerful person, but he also took charge of dozens of people of all sizes. His daily affairs were leisurely, and he was a perfect match.

Under these dozens of men, there was one person named Zhao Shoucheng who was very disliked, not because he was disrespectful or because he was not dedicated to his work, but because he lost Zhao Shoucheng's face in an internal alchemy competition in the Selection Department.

Zhao Xiangu established a sect to inherit the alchemy method. In everything, the cultivation of alchemy is the most important thing. The level of management is not as good as that of the servants under his command. How can he convince the public? Although no one said much afterwards, Zhao Shoucheng held a grudge and scolding him every day is common. It is not uncommon to find a reason to punish him.

The little man was obedient, but somehow, as time passed, Zhao Shoucheng saw him getting more and more annoyed. Fortunately, he finally had a chance. The conflict in the valley became increasingly serious, and perhaps he was vigilant. The little man did everything during this period of time without any criticism, which made him unable to get an excuse to start.

In desperation, Zhao Shoucheng used some tricks to lead him into the trap.

It's very simple, frame the blame.

Even if the spiritual herbs that small people can come into contact with are not precious, they can still be whipped according to the regulations of Zhao Xiangu.

Thirty whips can't kill anyone.

But, that was not arranged.

Zhao Shouchengzi relied on his mother's honor, and his own cultivation and alchemy level were average, but he had some strength in his speech. He was very simple to prepare. The person who tortured would be the oldest chastisement hand in Zhao Xiangu. No one could tell the abnormality of the thirty whip, but he could kill human life!

Theft is an evil deed, and the execution is open and honest to serve as a warning. At the critical moment when the Zhao family and the disciples of the other surname are full of conflicts and hostility to each other, this punishment has attracted a lot of attention. A big man from the Punishment Hall sent a message and arranged the execution place in Qixiatai. Although this place is not the core area in the valley, it is connected to all parts of the traffic hub.

Moreover, it is very close to the Eighth Furnace Station.

Of course, this great man in the prison hall has his surname Zhao.

"The time is here, take Zeng Zhongxiu!" The monk in the Zhengtang said in a cold voice, and there was a coldness that penetrated his mind.

Zhao Shoucheng's mouth curled slightly, swept through many figures in the audience, with the excitement of making a big splash. Today, he may become one of the tough representatives of the young generation to resist foreign disciples and gain the attention of the elders in the clan.

And the price is just Zeng Zhongxiu!

Zeng Zhongxiu, who was pushed to Qixia Platform with shackles, had almost no change from the time he was. He just clenched his fists and bloodshot in his eyes, revealing anger and sorrow. He didn't argue anything, because he said everything he should have said in the punishment hall, and he was still sent here, which explained everything.

He was pressed onto the stone pier, tied his hands and feet, and Scarface Zhengtang walked over with a whip in his hand. He saw Zeng Zhongxiu's face from afar, and a trace of hideousness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Bang-

Bang-

The whip spread from afar, instantly the skin was blooming, the flesh was blooming, the blood flowed out of the dyed robe, and dripped to the ground. Zeng Zhongxiu widened his eyes and struggled. He felt the breath of death from the whip. He didn't want to die, not only because he was afraid, but also because he was the hope of the entire family now! But this was just in vain. The whip continued to fall, his body gradually became numb, and his consciousness began to sink.

Are you going to die? In Dongliu Town, you have received a pill from the master to change your destiny. It turns out that you can't escape death after all. But you're really unwilling to die like this! Zeng Zhongxiu tried hard to widen his eyes, looked up at the sky, and the whip shadow whistled, and would squeak his face into pieces in the next moment.

Bang-

The whip did not fall, flew back faster, tugged on Zhengtang's face, and his scarred face was scattered, and he fell to the ground and screamed. The light in front of him dimmed, and a figure appeared in front of him. Zeng Zhongxiu subconsciously widened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to say something, and finally turned into a bitter smile.

Qin Yu broke the shackles and helped him sit down, "Qin was invited to come, but Brother Zeng seemed to be unable to entertain him."

Zeng Zhongxiu coughed a few times and struggled to salute, "Thank you for helping you!"

Qin Yu stopped the bleeding for him and said lightly: "Only friends who were invited, and where are the adults who came from?"

It seemed that my mind was shocked. It was not until this moment that the monks in the Punishment Hall roared angrily, "Where did people come from? How dare you destroy the punishment and take the person who hurt me in the Punishment Hall to take it down!"

Qin Yu stopped, "You rest first, wait until I get them." He turned around and looked at the monk rushing to the execution hall, with a cold expression.

"Stop!" As he shouted, a Jindan monk appeared, his face full of gloomy expression, gritted his teeth and bowed, "See uncle."

Uncle Master...

Today, there is only one person with this title in Zhaoxian Valley.

Wow—

Qixiatai was in an uproar!

Countless passionate children of Zhao's eyes became cold and gritted their teeth. Most of the disciples from other surnames showed some admiration.

Zhao She stood up straight, but was the deputy of the Punishment Hall for many years. The whole body was so fierce that the evil spirit was intimidating. Few people dared to look at him. "Uncle Junior, although you have respect for your identity, the punishment in the valley was established by ancestors of all dynasties. Is your actions today provoking the Punishment Hall? Or are you disrespectful to my Zhaoxiangu ancestors?"

The hat is extremely buckled, and it is obvious that it is not kind to the heart!

Qin Yu looked calm, "Who are you?"

"Deputy of the Punishment Hall, Zhao She!"

"With your cultivation level, can't you tell that he is going to be beaten to death?"

Zhao She had no expression on her face, "He is not dead yet."

This can't be said anymore.

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and he lost his entanglement, "I want to take him away."

A cold light flashed in Zhao She's eyes, "The uncle of the junior teacher has a noble status and naturally enjoys privileges. As long as no one objected today, you can take him away."

"So what if someone objected?"

"Simple!" Zhao She raised her hand and pointed, "Then please suppress all opponents!"

Qin Yu was silent.

Zhao She raised the corners of her mouth, and did not give him a chance to speak, so she turned around and growled, "Among you guys, can anyone object?"

Zhao Shoucheng's eyes lit up.

He knew that his mother hated Qin Yu so much that she could not bear the weight today, she would definitely please her mother. And most importantly, everyone knows that Qin Yu is respectful, but she only has the fourth level of foundation building cultivation, which is really common. As for the eighth furnace... If Qin Yu summoned the power of the furnace on Qixia Platform, the elders of the Zhao family would never stand by!

Uncle Zhao She tribe's move is a good opportunity for him!

"My nephew objected!" Zhao Shoucheng shouted loudly, "I, Zhao Xiangu, have been passed down for thousands of years, how can I betray the rules just because of one person? My uncle from the junior master wants to take Zeng Zhongxiu away, so I will pass this level first!"

call--

The eight-level foundation-building aura breaks through the body.

A brief quietness was suddenly broken by shouting.

"Senior Brother Shoucheng is a good example!"

"My Zhao man is full of energy and blood!"

"To break the rules, you must have enough strength. To suppress others with seniority will only make people laugh!"
Chapter completed!