3155: C3155 Third Level of Foundation Establishment

C3155 Third Level of Foundation Establishment

During these three years, apart from the changes in Evil Dragon Workshop, there was also the Purple Frost Sect.

Nothing major had happened at the Purple Frost Sect. . . Daoist Qing Feng still hadn't come out of seclusion. It was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

The Purple Frost Sect, Autumn Water Pavilion, Black Feather Pavilion, and the demonic cultivators were all engaged in fierce battle. Of course, the flames of war were still limited to the Foundation Establishment stage and the Refinement stage. Not a single Golden Core warrior had made a move within the Purple Frost Sect.

Tian Lan still maintained his calm and peaceful state.

At the very least, he maintained his calm on the surface.

On the surface, it was peaceful. Fiendish cultivators, the Purple Frost Sect, the Black Feather Pavilion, and the Autumn Water Pavilion, many of them had made a name for themselves and made a name for themselves.

In a certain room on the third floor of the Evil Dragon Workshop.

"Hu. . . " Jiang Ting slowly opened his eyes as he exhaled.

"Crack. . . " As he stood up, his flesh and blood started to emit cracking sounds.

After stretching his body for a while, Jiang Ting said in a low voice: "It's been three years. "

He had been in seclusion for three years in this inn.

His cultivation had also broken through from the second level of Foundation Establishment to the third.

As a price. . . He had almost used up all of his resources.

In addition to the magic treasures he needed, there were also the Ice Flame Fire Pearls he had obtained from the Green Rainbow Danger Zone, as well as a few Dragonfeather Flowers, as well as some things he had to leave behind.

Right now, his entire net worth was added up. He only had over two thousand Spirit Stones. . . If he added in some miscellaneous items, then at most, he wouldn't even have a net worth of four thousand Spirit Stones.

All the resources, including the Foundation Establishment Pills that he needed to break through, were all worth it. Three years ago, he had exchanged them for various kinds of spirit herbs, and then refined them into medicinal pills to aid his cultivation.

As for the Dragon Feather Flower. . . He had already used most of the Dragon Feather Flower. Only a few unripe Dragon Feather Flowers were left.

The strength of his body. . . Was not considered high. According to his estimations, it was at most the strength of an intermediate magic artifact.

He was still unable to use his body to forcefully receive all kinds of magic treasures and spells. Of course, it was not completely useless. His physical fitness had increased from the strength of a low-grade magic artifact to middle-grade.

When he was fighting, the various vibrations and impacts he could withstand had increased greatly.

In addition to the progress of his cultivation, the increase in the number of sword formations, the increase in the Immortal Arts Lotus Flower. . . According to his estimations, his strength had increased by at least double.

As long as he could not summon the maximum number of one hundred per day Immortal Arts, as long as the number of sword formations did not reach one hundred and eight per day, he would be able to summon at least one hundred per day Immortal Arts. Then every breakthrough would greatly increase his peak combat strength.

As for the progress of the Immortal Arts and Sword Formation, the inn was not a place to experiment, so it was unknown for the time being.

After pondering for a long time, Jiang Ting walked to the window and looked at the crowds on the street and the blue sky.

Maybe it was time to leave.

Now, the resources given to him by the "good robber" had been used up, and the resources given to him by Taoist Qing Feng had also been used up. He was now very poor.

He urgently needed all kinds of cultivation resources.

If he didn't have resources and only cultivated bitterly, even with the assistance of Spirit Stones. . . Without one to two hundred years, he probably wouldn't even be able to touch the threshold of Foundation Establishment Stage Level 4. Not to mention, he didn't even have a lot of Spirit Stones left.

Without resources, unless he encountered some kind of great opportunity, he wouldn't be able to reach the fourth level of Foundation Establishment. Otherwise, even if he could calm down and cultivate bitterly within a short period of time, it would be very difficult for him to make any progress in his cultivation.

With this thought in mind, Jiang Ting turned around and left through the window. He walked to the door and opened the door.

"Creak. . . "

As soon as the door opened, a servant sitting by the stairs on the third floor looked over.

When he saw Jiang Ting's fierce look, he shrunk his neck and said, "Greetings, senior. "

Jiang Ting said softly, "Check out. The Spirit Stone that I suppressed earlier, check out more and make up for less. "

He was going to leave immediately. . . Although he was poor, he would not go so far as to corrupt the inn's money.

Of course, he didn't owe the inn's Spirit Stones. . . . Housing an inn wasn't something that could only be paid after one stayed in it. Instead, one had to pay first before being able to stay in it. If he didn't pay enough, then the inn would probably have rushed him a long time ago.

The servant pondered for a moment, then lowered his head and said respectfully, "Senior, you previously paid a hundred spirit stones to rent for ten years. Now, you've used a total of three years and five months. . . "

"A lot, I'll reward you. " After saying that, Jiang Ting left.

The servant was overjoyed. "Thank you, senior. . . "

Outside the inn.

After leaving the inn, Jiang Ting quickened his pace and walked towards the exit of Evil Dragon Square. He was very poor, so poor that after converting it into cultivation resources, he couldn't even afford to buy a high-grade defensive magic weapon.

Now, he was too lazy to spend the one to two thousand Spirit Stones. He might as well keep them in his storage for emergencies.

His departure didn't startle anyone.

He left Evil Dragon Workshop very smoothly. Then, he mounted his sword and soared into the sky.

He did not change his fierce look at all. He started to turn around towards the Purple Frost Sect. . . If he used his real face, if he was unlucky and got blocked by Xiahou Ping. . .

When he returned to the sect, he would change back to his original appearance.

………………

One month later.

About two thousand seven hundred li to the west of the Roaring Crane Mountain, in a barren land about three hundred li to the east of the Scorching Sun Desert.

30 meters in the sky.

A man wearing the white uniform of the Purple Frost Sect stood quietly in the sky. He had a proud face and sharp eyes like the eyes of an eagle. He was at the first level of the Building Foundation Stage.

In front of him were two black robed people who emitted a disgusting aura. One could vaguely hear that something on the bodies of the two black robed people was wailing.

Devil cultivators! Two of them were Foundation Establishment Stage Level 1 Devil cultivators.

It was obvious that the disciples of the Purple Frost Sect had been blocked by the Devil cultivators.

The disciples of the Purple Frost Sect looked at him with disdain. "Get lost. "

"I heard that you were injured by Third Elder He. I don't know if it's true or not, but we came here to take a look. " The two Fiendish Cultivators laughed strangely.

As they spoke, they took out a blood-red sawtooth scimitar and a dark red flag respectively.

"I was indeed injured in the desert. . . "

As he spoke, a sneer appeared in the eyes of the disciples of the Purple Frost Sect. "Even so, you are still qualified to stop me!"

The black-robed man on the left laughed strangely. "A great sect is a great sect. Even in the face of death, you are still as glib as ever. "

The black-robed man on the right licked his lips, revealing a bloodthirsty look. "What's the point of talking so much nonsense? This kid's strength is extremely high. If we can kill him, his head will be worth at least forty thousand Spirit Stones!"2

As his voice faded, the two of them attacked at the same time.

The sawtooth scimitar flew out, accompanied by dozens of resentful souls.

As for the flag. . . In an instant, at least a hundred resentful souls howled out.

The Purple Frost Sect disciple hurriedly took out a palm-sized jade-colored flag. . . The flag shone brightly.

"Ah. . . " Countless resentful souls began to wail and wail.

Under the illumination of the light, they were unable to advance or retreat.

On the other hand, although the sawtooth saber seemed to have sunk into mud, it continued to move forward.

"Ugh. . . " A trace of blood appeared at the corner of the Purple Frost Sect disciple's mouth as he dodged to the right side of the sky.

The demonic cultivator controlling the scimitar shouted loudly: "He is indeed seriously injured. Hurry up and kill him!"

Another demonic cultivator was just about to speak when he suddenly raised his head. . . He happened to see a streak of light streaking across the sky in the direction of the desert.

The devil cultivator hurriedly said, "Someone is coming. Don't hold back. If you swagger in the sky like this, you will either be a b * tch from the Autumn Water Pavilion or a member of the Purple Frost Sect. "

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