Feng An finally chose the jade slip that contained the basics of weapon refining.

According to him, he already knew a little about refining equipment, and he had read almost all the books on refining equipment in the outer sect skills pavilion.

"This 'Basics of Weapon Refining' is the inheritance of the Quejin Sect. It is different from the Cangwu Sect's weapon refining inheritance. It should be of some inspiration to me."

"If Junior Brother Kong and Junior Sister Zhou feel comfortable with these refining materials, you can give them to me. I will use them to practice, and when the magic tools are refined, we can share them together."

Kong Ju and Zhou Tingyu naturally wanted it more than ever.

As for the most precious "Flame Python Coil", no one chose it in the end.

After all, none of the three have fire-type spiritual power, so it would be useless to take it.

Finally, with the insistence of Feng An and Zhou Tingyu, "The Flame Python Disk" and Jiang Xingtian's storage bag were both returned to Kong Ju.

"Without Junior Brother Kong, I would have been dead, so what would be left to share?" This is what Feng An said.

"I didn't do anything." Zhou Tingyu stuck out her tongue mischievously.

Kong Ju did not refuse and accepted it with a smile.

He could feel that after this battle, Feng An was no longer as wary of him as before.

The final distribution of the spoils is:

Kong Ju got the Guiling Liquid, the "Flame Python Disk", a storage bag, and about one hundred spirit crystals.

Zhou Tingyu took the small Vajra Talisman and one hundred spirit crystals.

Feng An took the "Basics of Refining Equipment", some scattered refining materials, and one hundred spirit crystals.

…

A rare sunny day in winter.

Kong Ju and Feng An sat on the edge of the cliff of Frost Moon Altar Canyon, squinting their eyes and enjoying the warm light.

With the help of Zhou Tingyu's continuous medication over the past few days, Feng An has regained some vitality. Although the burns from the fire poison left by Jiang Xingtian have not yet fully healed, it does not affect his movements.

Seen from this vantage point, the piles of broken walls at Frost Moon Altar were no bigger than a washbasin.

Maybe because they had been through so many things together, Feng An felt that Kong Ju was a trustworthy partner, so he talked more in the past few days.

He began to slowly recount some of the dangers he had encountered and what he had seen over the years.

And occasionally recount some of my past.

"Don't look at me like this now. I was considered a very outstanding disciple in the outer sect of Cangwu Sect back then."

Feng An smiled complacently, his eyes gradually becoming distant.

"I was too arrogant when I was young and chose the wrong path, which led to my current half-dead state."

Kong Ju had been holding back a question for a long time. Seeing that Feng An had already talked about this, he did not beat around the bush and asked tentatively, "How old are you, Senior Brother Feng?"

Zhou Tingyu once said when examining Feng An's injuries that his bone age was not as old as he looked.

It may be because of those unspoken reasons that Feng An mentioned that he became so old and frail.

Feng An glanced at Kong Ju with a wry smile, as if he was not surprised by Kong Ju's problem.

After a brief silence, he awkwardly uttered a number: "Thirty-nine!"

Kong Ju's face suddenly looked strange, looking at Feng An's white hair and hunched body, he looked at least twenty years older than his bone age.

Kong Ju was not good at comforting people, and in the end he could only say: "Fortunately, he looks only sixty years old."

Feng An's cheerful face suddenly froze because of his recovery from injury and the benefits of the spoils of war, and he said dryly: "I usually announce fifty to the public!"

"Haha!" Kong Ju couldn't hold back his laughter and almost cried.

Feng An was too lazy to pay attention to Kong Ju, and said to himself: "Actually, my condition is not incurable. The Alchemy Pavilion has a pill that can cure my condition. It's just a little expensive."

"I have accumulated so much over the years just to exchange for that magical medicine."

"When we go back this time, we will deliver the Yue Ning Bing Zhi and divide the Twin Ice Zhi. The money should be enough."

Kong Ju could see the hope in Feng An's eyes, and his smile gradually faded.

This guy looks cunning, but he is actually a mentally tough guy.

Striving for a goal for so many years.

Fortunately, he was lucky this time and met me.

Kong Ju even felt that the reason they were able to encounter the Twin Ice Zhi was because of his luck which had been gradually growing stronger in the past few months.

"Then I wish Senior Brother Feng good health in advance." Kong Ju rarely spoke human words.

Kong Ju stood up, brushed off the snow on his butt, and said, "Let's go! We've had enough fun today."

These past few days, they would stroll outside every day, occasionally going to the Frost Moon Altar, pretending to continue looking for medicine.

It also dispelled some malicious glances.

After the battle with Jiang Xingtian, Kong Ju had gained some fame among the herbalists at Frost Moon Altar.

Many people are quite afraid of him.

After all, he had killed a master of the sixth level of Yanglun head-on.

The mysterious arc of light that cut off Jiang Xingtian's head still scares many people today.

Zheng Gang's group of people who were at the sixth level of Yanglun realm didn't dare to say that they could withstand an attack of that magnitude.

Of course, after a few days of recuperation, Kong Jue has completely recovered from the side effects of taking the explosive pill.

His cultivation reached the peak.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"My injuries have healed. I need to find a time to go to the place where the opportunity lies." Kong Ju faced the direction of Frost Moon Altar and muttered to himself.

Including the time they had spent on the journey to Frost Moon Altar, they had already been here for a full twenty days.

It would take two more days to return to the sect, which meant Kong Ju only had eight days left.

If Kong Ju doesn't find a chance to seek opportunity, he will have to stay alone in Frost Moon Altar.

"There is no time to lose, let's go and take a look tonight." Kong Ju thought.

Then he took Feng An and slowly jumped down from the steep slope of the cliff.

Occasionally they would run into a few herbalists, but they would try to avoid Kong Jue and the other two.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was strong.

Dark clouds gathered again in the sky above the Frost Moon Altar Canyon.

Occasionally, a howling cold wind blew across the canyon, a precursor to a snowstorm.

The bottom of the Frost Moon Altar Valley is not very bright.

A figure was hidden in the darkness, moving forward silently.

He held something tightly in his hand, and a bright white light emanated from between his fingers.

"Alas, the light of the Frost Sutra cannot be hidden. No matter how well I hide it, it's useless." Kong Ju said to himself with a wry smile. After confirming the general direction, he had to put the Frost Sutra into his sleeves and use clothes to block its brilliance.

He had just walked out of the cave where he was hiding and was still some distance away from the Frost Moon Altar building.

But with his speed, it would only take a cup of tea to get there.

Just as he was thinking about how to act cautiously after passing by.

At a corner of the canyon ahead, several unusually strong fluctuations of spiritual power suddenly came.

Then there were several deafening explosions.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The sudden loud noise was like thunder in this quiet canyon, and it could be heard from far away.

Kong Jue, who was not far from the location, felt his eardrums become numb from the vibration.

"Someone is fighting!" Kong Ju frowned slightly.

Fighting is not uncommon in Frost Moon Altar.

But this battle is different from all the previous ones.

Kong Ju silently felt the spiritual power fluctuations that had not yet dissipated for a moment, and said with a rather surprised expression: "The Sixth Level of Yanglun!"

He just made a judgment.

Boom! Another roar! Kong Jue saw from the corner of his eye that a blood-red sword light suddenly shot up into the sky from that area.

The crimson light dyed the nearby snow and rock walls blood-red.

The strong murderous intent contained in the sword energy made Kong Ju feel a little blocked in his chest.

He could feel a strong sense of threat from the sword energy.

"The Seventh Realm of Yanglun!" Kong Ju's forward steps came to a halt.

He stared blankly at the place where the sword light was rising into the sky, hesitating for a moment.

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