"Wang Yi, how do you feel?" Li Qian asked. Zhao Zijing, Father Li, and Mother Li also stared at Wang Yi. "Right now, I feel like a tiger with inexhaustible strength." Wang Yi glanced at his hands and said confidently, "I feel like I can now compete with that surnamed Yang!"

"Re-really?" Zhao Zijing was even more excited than Wang Yi. Everyone looked at Wang Yi, making him feel a little awkward. He thought to himself, I'm not a girl, what are you looking at! But Wang Yi still nodded. "Mm, this time, I have the confidence to defeat him. Zhao San, open your Earth Aperture. Let me go out and meet this Immortal Master Yang. "With that said, he walked out of the Earth Aperture, accompanied by Li Qian and the others.

"Boom …" A muffled sound startled Immortal Master Yang, who was recovering, and Qian Jinling, who was waiting. "Impossible, how did you break free from the Wood Trapping Talisman so quickly?" The surnamed Yang's face was full of disbelief. Even he, who was at the second stage of Qi Refining, needed half a day. How could Wang Yi, who was only at the first stage, break free so quickly? In fact, it was very simple. After a cultivator broke through, the spiritual energy in their body would be the most abundant. In addition, Wang Yi learned a fire attribute skill, which had a much greater lethality towards the wood attribute, so he broke free very quickly.

Wang Yi looked at him coldly. "Very surprised? Hehe, what's even more surprising is yet to come! "A firebird flew towards the surnamed Yang. The size of the firebird was more than twice its original size. "You broke through?" This result really surprised him. Previously, he also relied on the Wood Trapping Talisman to gain the upper hand. Now, he didn't have the talisman in his hand. Moreover, now that the two of them were at the same level, the spiritual energy in Wang Yi's body was much more abundant than his, and the fire spiritual energy restrained the wood spiritual energy. How could he continue fighting? He hurriedly released his spiritual energy sword and collided with the firebird. The two collided, and a "peng" sound was heard. Soon, the sound disappeared, and the spiritual energy sword also disappeared, leaving behind a much smaller firebird. The firebird hit his chest, and he flew out upside down, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "Qian Jinling, quickly help me block it!" He hurriedly took out an Earth Escape Talisman and muttered something. Then, he disappeared from everyone's eyes. Zhao Zijing and Qian Jinling's subordinates immediately fought fiercely. As Zhao Zijing said, Tang Wenshan's subordinates, who had temporarily changed sides, did not help, and as soon as they saw the fight, they slipped away. Because the surnamed Yang lost to Wang Yi, the morale of Qian Jinling's subordinates was greatly reduced, while Zhao Zijing's subordinates swelled with confidence, and soon gained the upper hand.

Wang Yi used the Heaven's Eye Technique to see the surnamed Yang escaping underground, and his speed was much faster than usual. Wang Yi used all his skills and chased after the surnamed Yang, while releasing the firebird technique to attack the underground. The surnamed Yang released his spiritual energy sword to resist part of the power, and then continued to escape. Originally, the surnamed Yang's speed was much faster than Wang Yi, but he had to turn back to deal with the firebird from time to time, wasting a lot of time, so his speed naturally decreased. Wang Yi flew towards him, released the firebird, and attacked him. He repeated the same trick, continuing to use his spiritual energy sword to resist the firebird technique. In this way, one fled, one chased, and soon came to the outskirts. At this time, the surnamed Yang's spiritual energy was almost depleted, and he took out a spirit stone and madly absorbed spiritual energy, so that his speed decreased even more. Wang Yi took this opportunity, gathered his strength, and released an even bigger firebird, blasting it towards the ground.

"Bang …" A loud sound rang out, and a large pit appeared in the ground. The surnamed Yang was blasted out, and fell to the ground, clutching his chest, and spitting out a mouthful of thick blood, his eyes filled with pity. "Junior Brother, can you let me go? I'll give you the Alchemy Heart, I'll give you everything, can you let me go? "The surnamed Yang begged pitifully. Wang Yi wasn't the reincarnation of Guanyin, and he didn't have a merciful and compassionate heart. His principle was, if you want to mess with me, I'll definitely mess with you to death! Wang Yi looked at him like he was looking at an ant, and didn't bother to talk nonsense. A firebird technique hit the surnamed Yang. The surnamed Yang didn't dodge, and he screamed under the burning of the firebird. He madly ran towards Wang Yi, wanting to perish together with Wang Yi. Wang Yi pulled out the sword at his waist, and the sword pierced through his throat. Blood spurted out from his throat like a fountain, sprinkling on Wang Yi's body and the ground, dyeing the surroundings bright red.

Wang Yi extinguished the fire on his body and touched the bag tied to his waist. If he wasn't mistaken, this was the so-called storage bag. Wang Yi followed the instructions of the "Cultivator's Introductory Handbook" and erased the surnamed Yang's divine sense. However, the surnamed Yang was already dead, and his divine sense had also dissipated. Wang Yi directly inserted his divine sense and opened the storage bag. A yellow-covered book, more than 20 spirit stones, some medicinal pills, and a small sword appeared in front of him.

Wang Yi put his hand on the spirit stones, and a pure spiritual energy passed through his hand to every inch of his skin. "If I absorb all this spiritual energy, then I can level up again." Wang Yi was overjoyed, and with this thought, he began to refine the spiritual energy. However, the Spiritual Qi traveled through his body and filled the gap in his Spiritual Qi. It slipped out, and didn't leave a trace behind.

Spirit stones were the carrier of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, just like a storage bag, but it stored spiritual energy, and the body of the cultivator was also the carrier of the spiritual energy. In a sense, the two belonged to the same level. Just like cultivators, cultivators could absorb the spiritual energy of other cultivators to recover their strength, but they couldn't use it to break through. However, it could not be used to break through and level up. This was not allowed by the laws of heaven and earth. Of course, Heretic Cultivators, Devil Cultivators, and some vicious and overbearing cultivation techniques were exceptions. Thinking about this, Wang Yi could only give up on the idea of using spirit stones to cultivate, and focus his attention on the book.

The cover of the book was somewhat worn, and it gave people an ancient feeling. It should have some history. Gently flipping the cover, a row of introductions appeared in front of Wang Yi's eyes: I am the number one Nascent Soul of Heavenly Pill Pavilion, Xiao Hongchen, known as the Pill God. In the battle with the Devil Dao, he was besieged by three Nascent Soul cultivators. His body was destroyed, and his Nascent Soul escaped. In the end, he came to a cave, and knew that his time was up, and he was powerless to reverse the situation. Thinking that in this life, there is no one who can teach me alchemy, I don't want my life's learning to be lost with me, so before I die, I wrote this book, hoping that the fated person will get it, and inherit my alchemy skills.

"Good stuff!" This was Wang Yi's first realization after reading it. Alchemy God, it sounded awesome. If he learned his alchemy skills, wouldn't he be another Alchemy God? Wang Yi carefully stroked the book, and an idea came to his mind. In the future, he would rely on this to make money.

Looking at the small sword again, "Is it a spiritual weapon?" As he muttered, he picked up the small sword. It really was a spiritual weapon. He didn't think that killing a person would give him so many good things. Wang Yi channeled his spiritual qi into the small sword, but it didn't move. "Seems like the Shura's memory was right. If you haven't reached the third level of qi training, you really can't control spiritual weapons."

He put away the storage bag and hung it on his waist. He didn't think that this storage bag was so useful. There were so many things inside, but he didn't feel any weight at all. Of course, if they could still feel weight, then why would cultivators need a storage bag?