Start with a blood-drinking sword and destroy the world of immortal cultivation

After visiting the Xuansha Chamber of Commerce, Ye Buwen did not stay for too long and took the two female cultivators to the deep mountains and old forests.

As for whether anyone followed him, he did not know. The distance was a bit far and they were hidden by the trees, so he did not see them.

But he was not afraid. As long as someone dared to appear in front of his sight, he would teach them how to be a ghost.

"You two, stop and make the pills first, and turn on this alchemy furnace."

"Ah? Making pills in this environment." Lin Murong looked at the dense trees around, which was not secluded at all, and it was easy to catch fire.

"No problem, you are a novice after all, don't think about making pills at the beginning. Start with the failure of alchemy, so that you will know what kind of mistakes you will make, and then practice to improve your skills in a targeted manner."

"But this is a waste of materials." Lin Murong felt a little distressed. Every failed furnace cost money.

"It's my waste, not yours. Stop talking nonsense, let's get started."

Lin Murong muttered: "Really, you don't know how to save money at all."

She took out a brand new alchemy furnace from the storage bag and put it on the ground.

Looking at the exquisite patterns on the alchemy furnace and its glittering appearance, Lin Murong smiled foolishly and stroked the furnace.

She never dreamed that she, a little cultivator with no background and no talent, would have the opportunity to own her own alchemy furnace, and it was a brand new one.

Zhou Yi was very envious, and she also wanted to own such an expensive thing.

"Hurry up and start refining. I really want to see how the immortal cultivators refine the pill."

Ye Buwen was quite expectant, leaning against the tree with a knife, staring at the alchemy furnace.

"Let's start with the blood-replenishing pill."

Lin Murong took out the six materials for the blood-replenishing pill from the storage bag and arranged them in order.

Then she added charcoal and dry firewood to the alchemy furnace.

Ye Buwen asked curiously: "Don't you use spiritual fire to refine the pill? Why add charcoal?"

It was like cooking, which somewhat destroyed his prestige of alchemy.

"There is no need to use spiritual fire to refine this kind of primary elixir."

"And spiritual fire consumes a lot of spiritual power. The alchemist has to control the spiritual fire, control the furnace pressure, observe the state of the medicine liquid, and perform many processes such as impurity separation at the same time."

"I'm still a novice and can't do so many things."

Ye Buwen nodded and stretched out his hand to signal, please start your performance.

Lin Murong took a deep breath, lit the charcoal, and then used spiritual power to heat it up to warm the furnace.

When the furnace temperature is particularly high and the air at the furnace mouth is distorted.

Lin Murong opened the furnace cover and threw in a herb.

A scorched black smoke flew out.

Lin Murong hurriedly used the object control technique to take out the spiritual medicine and put it on a porcelain plate.

The spiritual medicine in the porcelain plate was already mostly scorched, and no liquid was precipitated at all. It was obvious that this first attempt failed.

Even Ye Buwen, an outsider, could see that the temperature was too high.

"You can choose to listen to or not listen to my advice as an outsider."

"If you are not sure about the temperature, you can try to divide the materials into several portions and add them in batches to test the furnace temperature. After the furnace temperature stabilizes, you can add all the materials."

Lin Murong nodded and took out another spiritual medicine. This time, she observed and picked a small piece and threw it in.

Seeing Lin Murong getting on the right track, Ye Buwen took out Buwen to play with the knife.

The knife weighing more than 150 kilograms rolled lightly and flexibly in his hand like a stick.

I saw him insert the knife into the scabbard very casually and accurately, and then pulled it out very quickly to check the blade, and then used the cutting wind to cut out the knife curtain.

It can be seen that he is very familiar with this set of movements, and even practiced it instinctively.

He plays with knives very often, because playing is his practice of getting used to knives.

Just like students spinning pens, chefs playing with knives, and cowboys spinning guns.

You can only get used to it if you can play it well.

However, he had to admit that he had a serious cancer of cutting knives, and he felt uncomfortable without cutting knives.

"Oh, the elixir is going to explode." Lin Murong screamed, and she quickly raised the porcelain plate to protect herself.

Zhou Yi did not dare to get close, and quickly moved away.

Ye Buwen looked at the elixir furnace calmly.

"Bang~"

With a loud bang, the vents on the cover of the elixir furnace sprayed out boiling liquid with steam.

Ye Buwen turned his wrist, and the knife was thrown up and turned out a half circle. He held the handle of the knife with his backhand, and held the knife horizontally in front of his eyes, easily blocking the boiling liquid spraying towards his eyes.

Suddenly, a sound of breaking air came from a distance.

Ye Buwen's eyes flashed fiercely.

He jumped out, came behind Lin Murong in an instant, and slashed with a knife.

I saw a flash of bloody knife light, and a ding sound was heard.

A flying sword that attacked Lin Murong was chopped into the ground.

Ye Buwen quickly turned his head to look at Zhou Yi and the direction behind her to make sure if she was attacked.

"Take out your flying swords to protect yourself." Ye Buwen looked at the place where the flying swords came from.

"Ah, okay." After a moment of hesitation, Lin Murong immediately reacted and took out the flying sword from the storage bag to protect himself.

"As expected of someone on the wanted list, the reaction is really fast."

A man's voice came from the air, but no one was seen.

Zhou Yi screamed: "It's an invisibility spell."

But Ye Buwen's eyes were fixed on a certain place.

The villain really died because of talking too much. Why would he talk and expose his position when he was invisible?

Do you really think he can't hear it?

And he didn't even need to listen, the blood bar on this guy's head was shining.

Ye Buwen jumped up and stepped on the tree to jump into the air, and slashed at the empty air.

In the air, the air was cut off, and a blood-red oblique section appeared.

Then blood gushed out, and a handsome man in white plain clothes, who looked to be in his thirties, fell to the ground in two halves.

His eyes widened, his mouth opened, and his face was full of disbelief.

He seemed to not believe that he was killed just like that.

The man fell to the ground, spitting blood, and his upper body struggled to crawl.

"Take care of one."

Ye Buwen said softly, turning his head quickly to observe everything around him.

On a big tree a few dozen meters behind Zhou Yi, the blood bar was clearly visible.

Playing hiding in front of him was very ridiculous.

Little did they know that he was just waiting for them to get closer.

He landed and changed direction, chasing in the direction of the tree.

The monk hiding here knew that he was exposed.

He flew out on the flying sword and fled directly.

Ye Buwen's palm quickly crossed the blade, and blood spurted out of his hand, turning into a blood needle several centimeters long and thick like a finger.

The blood needle burst into blood mist, turned into a blood line, and flew over a distance of more than 20 meters to pierce the chest of the fleeing monk.

After attacking this cultivator, Ye Buwen continued to turn his head to observe.

Seeing that there was no health bar, he continued to chase the cultivator he injured.

Although the cultivator flying in the air had the skill of flying swords, he was no match for Ye Buwen's speed. He ran less than a hundred meters and was killed on the spot.

Zhou Yi's voice sounded from the air.

"There is a cultivator flying in the east."

Ye Buwen jumped onto the tree in the direction Zhou Yi pointed and chased after him.

Two minutes later.

Ye Buwen came back with a fierce man who died with his eyes open and his heart pierced in his chest.

He threw the man on the ground and collected the bodies of the other two cultivators expressionlessly.

Finally, he inserted a knife into the bodies of the three people and used the blood coagulation technique.

Fresh blood was extracted and turned into blood clots.

Then the blood clots concentrated, dropping clear and thick liquid, and finally turned into five crystal clear blood jades.

After doing all this, he smiled and took off the storage bags of the three people and threw them to the two female cultivators.

"Help me see if there are any good things."

The two female cultivators opened the storage bags and looked through the things inside.

Not long after, they showed excitement on their faces.