165: C165 Fourth-order Low-rank Magical Equipment

C165 Fourth-order Low-rank Magical Equipment

Mo Hentian had used up 30% of his blood essence to trigger the Great Blood Refining Array that was thousands of miles away. He thought that he would be able to obtain a large amount of blood and increase his strength.2

However, after being struck by Ye Xiaofan's lightning, not only was he unable to obtain anything, his strength had dropped by thirty percent.

"You little bastard, do you think you can break my blood refining formation?"

"How could my Blood Devine Sect of a hundred thousand followers be anything? Just wait to become my refined object!"

"Tsk tsk …"

Mo Hentian raised his head and roared. His shrill voice echoed in the secret room. The surrounding ghosts all started to roar as well.

"..."

Two days later

The Su Canal was half collapsed. With the combined efforts of many Foundation Establishment and Jindan Stage martial artists, it was almost 90% restored. The cracked ground was also covered in mud.

With the help of the Tian Family, a tavern charged into the sky. The building was built using Agarwood, and it was more than a hundred and fifty meters tall. It took up a hundred acres of land, and was not inferior to the building that the Tian Family built.

Within two days, countless unidentified auras flooded into the Soviet canal capital. No one knew.

There was an inn on the second floor

"Sigh, young master, this is the spirit medicine that my Xin Family has meticulously cultivated. Please accept it.

"Haha, Young Master Ye, this is a martial skill that I accidentally obtained from a cave. I'll give it to you as a gift. Please accept it!"

"Young Master, Young Master, look, this is a porcelain bowl passed down from my ancestors. Put the water on top of it and it will transform into spirit liquid in less than three days. This will increase a martial artist's cultivation!"

Ye Xiaofan sat in the middle of the newly built inn. The Xin Family Tian Family and the rogue cultivators in the city all revealed smiles as they fought to be the first to gift their treasures.

Ye Xiaofan placed one hand on the table and started tapping on the table in a rhythmic manner. He had no appetite after seeing the treasures that these people sent him.

These treasures were either Rank 3 Magic Treasures or elixirs that were even worse than Rank 3 Magic Treasures. As for the cultivation method, forget it. Ye Xiaofan had his own cultivation technique so there was no need for it.

Moreover, learning the cultivation technique requires suffering pain. Ye Xiaofan recalled the scene when he was studying the Godly Doctor manual and immediately had a look of fear on his face.

"It really is the young master of a big family. If this Rank 3 magic tool of mine were to be placed in the auction house, it would probably cause a huge commotion. Who would've thought that Young Master Ye would not even look at it?"

"My ancestral cultivation technique's value is the same as a rank 3 magical equipment. It has been disregarded. That's right, Young Master Ye's origins are great. He must be the young master of a certain family. How could my cultivation technique enter his eyes?"

When the surrounding people saw that Ye Xiaofan was indifferent to treasures, they all exclaimed in their hearts. They were even more sure that Ye Xiaofan was a disciple of a big family and even had a high status.

"Ai ai, all of you step aside. How could those trash like you enter the young master's eyes?"

"Hehe, Young Master Ye, this is a Fourth Tier lower tier offensive artifact created by Enlightening Spirit Taoist Academy Second Elder personally swinging his hammer, the Cold Moon Flower."

A young man with a pale face pushed his way through the crowd, holding a blue and white dagger in his hands. He walked towards Ye Xiaofan with a flattering look on his face.

When Ye Xiaofan heard the youth's words, his eyes filled with excitement. Rank 4 Magic Tool, Ye Xiaofan had never eaten such a thing before.

The moment he heard the name, he knew it was awesome. A smile appeared on Ye Xiaofan's small face as he stretched out his hand to borrow the dagger.

Killing intent burst out of the pale youth's eyes as a cruel smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

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