I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 139 Crash
After entering the Nascent Soul stage, the quantity and types of vitality intake increased significantly, but what made Yang Qing even more happy was that the quality of vitality was even different.

Among these types of vitality, there is the power of stars that practitioners dream of.

The power of stars, in cultivation, is also called immortal power, fairy spirit.

This kind of energy can only be touched by practitioners in the Nascent Soul stage.

The environment may be polluted, vitality may disappear, but as long as the universe is immortal, the stars will always exist.

The sky full of stars and the earth under our feet are all stars in the universe.

In the night wind, Yang Qing stood on the mountainside, closed his eyes and stretched out his arms, feeling the vastness of the world, from ancient times to the present, perceiving the vast world, the world of mortals, he feels that everything is under control, this feeling is really cool.

In addition, the warm power of the world made him obsessed.

He found that the higher the cultivation base of other people, the more they will leave the world, and finally jump out of the three realms, not in the five elements.But I wish I could integrate myself into this world of mortals, three glasses of wine, a pot of tea, a comfortable life, and a happy life.

Yu Jian rides the wind to come, free and easy between heaven and earth!
This is the life I want!
When the mountain wind blew, Yang Qing's mind fluttered back to her body.

"Is this the Nascent Soul Stage!"

Yang Qing opened his eyes and murmured.

The next moment, he pointed like a sword, pointing high into the sky.

The black Chi-mark sword, um, Su Si told him about the Chi-mark sword.But Yang Qing still likes to call it Old Black.

Old means old qualifications, long history, awesome.

For example, old professors, old leaders, bosses, and old things.

The black image summarizes Feijian's appearance and color, as well as his sense of thickness, history, and precipitation.

In short, Yang Qing is very satisfied with the name.

He felt that compared with the Chihen sword, Lao Hei could best summarize all the advantages of Feijian.

Fei Jian: Fudge, you continue to fudge.

Yang Qing shouted: Come on, Old Hei.

Feijian came out of his body, turned into a broad sword and stopped in front of Yang Qing in an instant.

"Go, take me to pretend, take me to fly!"

Yang Qing pointed forward vigorously.

When there is no one around, Yang Qing is always turbulent, and can't help but feel flustered.But in front of people, he always has to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor, which makes him feel very tired.

Well, although people around him think that his demeanor is not elegant, on the contrary, he is very biased.

However, this does not affect Yang Qing's self-satisfaction.

Feijian whizzed out, bringing out a white air flow, carrying Yang Qing and disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye.

One second breaks the speed of sound.

The sense of extreme speed brought by the Nascent Soul stage and the oncoming wind almost made Yang Qing's mouth crooked.

After hastily releasing the shield of true essence, Yang Qing controlled the flying sword and flew through the clouds and fog in the sky.

Three thousand miles in an instant.

Jingdouyun and Iron Man are nothing to worry about.

The clouds under the feet are intermittent, and the mountains and rivers below the clouds flash past quickly.

Not long after, Yang Qing suddenly discovered that he had come to Gaoliu County.

"How did I get here?"

Yang Qing was at a loss.

From Longcheng to Gaoliu in less than 30 seconds?

This is too fast!

Yang Qing shook his head, he didn't want to go to Gaoliu, especially the village at the foot was his hometown, he didn't want to go even more. .

"Old Hei, go back!"

Yang Qing sighed softly.

But right now.

The flying sword under his feet seemed to be finally displeased with the name Yang Qing gave him. Feijian suddenly didn't obey the command, and automatically got into Yang Qing's body.

Losing the flying sword, Yang Qing fell directly from the sky.

"Hold the grass!"

Yang Qing's hair stood on end in fright.

So tall, not to mention myself, even the Lord Buddha would fall to his death when he came.

During the fall, he quickly summoned the flying sword.

But whether it was Chihen or Old Hei, Feijian didn't respond at all.

Yang Qing almost pretended to be a grandson.

In an emergency, Yang Qing began to search for the things in the ring.

Umbrellas open.

With a bang, it was torn apart by the wind.

Seeing the ground getting closer and closer.

Yang Qing let out a loud roar, and threw a Pegasus Meteor Fist at the ground.

The powerful true essence of the Nascent Soul Stage was condensed into cannonballs, and fired at the ground like a cannon.

Under the force hedging, Yang Qing's falling speed suddenly decreased sharply.

He controls the real yuan, and it will come out every once in a while.

Yang Qing breathed a sigh of relief when he was more than a hundred meters away from the location and his life was no longer in danger.

However, the next moment, he suddenly remembered that the Nascent Soul stage seemed to be able to condense wind into clouds. As a means of transportation, besides Yujian, he could also fly on clouds. The disadvantage was that he was slower.

day!
Yang Qing laughed and scolded herself as a pig's brain.

After he decided to go back, he must refine a means of transportation.

This guy, Old Hei, has a good temper recently.Yang Qing felt that it was necessary for him to find another option to create a sense of urgency for Lao Hei.

Soon, he pulled a cloud, sat on it, and landed slowly.

After landing, Yang Qing patted the creases on his body.Then, with his back against the wind, he turned up his collar and lit a cigarette.

After exhaling a puff of green smoke lightly, Yang Qing squinted her eyes, quietly looking at the quiet village under the night.

Chickens and dogs hear each other, and rice paddies are connected.The flat houses are neatly arranged in rows.

The sound of dogs barking occasionally came from the village, as well as the sound of people working all night without rest.

On the dark street, the lights outside the gates of some people have not been extinguished, and the dim lights look lonely in this dark night.

Because it is located in Saibei, the weather here does not feel a trace of spring.The icy cold wind made people shiver.

Yang Qing turned up his collar, walked in the village with a cigarette in his pocket.

At some point, he walked to the gate of the long-abandoned school in the village.He looked at the dilapidated school gate, and the canteen next to the gate.

In the past, this small shop sold cooked sheep's heads and sheep's feet, and also sold loose baijiu.

Unexpectedly, decades have passed, and this canteen is still open.

In the small shop, the lights were dim.Yang Qing took a look and found that it was early morning winter inside, and there were still villagers drinking and eating meat inside.

But Yang Qing quickly looked away, the reason is very simple, those people who frequent the small shop, in the eyes of the villagers, are some shabby households and gangsters whose mud can't support the wall.

The serious villagers have already rested. After all, they have a family to support, and they have to go out to earn money for a living tomorrow morning.

The faint smell of wine wafted over, and together with the drunken babbling of several men in the small shop, Yang Qing shook his head and walked past.

However, at this moment.

A man in his 50s staggered out of the small shop, reeking of alcohol.

With the dim light, Yang Qing could clearly see his bloody face.

Yang Qing's eyes suddenly shrank.

(End of this chapter)