The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

After experiencing this journey of searching for a celestial master, Chen Fan has already felt that his cultivation base is faintly showing signs of breakthrough, so the appearance of this bigu pill has solved his urgent need.

With this object, Chen Fan can practice here for a period of time with peace of mind, and then leave when his cultivation level has been further improved.

After checking the number of bigudan, it is probably enough for Chen Fan to use for two or three months, and the number is definitely enough.

After that, Chen Fan looked at something else.

It was a martial art, a sword technique of the Xuan-level low-grade!

Previously, Chen Fan’s fusion of Huang-level best swordsmanship made it his own assassin, the Dugu sword. Now with the improvement of his cultivation level, his power has been inferior. With the Xuan-level inferior swordsmanship, it just happens to be able to bring Dugu again. Refine yourself with a sword.

This set of swordsmanship was separated by Chen Fan from the Nine Solitary Swords, because he didn't have such a high-level martial arts at hand, so he couldn't practice it completely.

But it doesn't matter. Since it is nine swords, Chen Fanda can divide it into nine levels, the first level of Huang-level top-level exercises, and the second level of Xuan-level low-level exercises is enough for him.

In this way, the name of the exercise method naturally changed from the original Dugu Nine Sword to a sword, but its power could be increased for a long time.

Happy to put the martial arts into the storage bag, Chen Fan walked to the body of the old poison.

Compared with Huo Guang's storage bag, there are a lot less good things in the other party's storage bag. Apart from some unknown poisons and materials, only the corpses of bloodthirsty bats attracted Chen Fan's attention.

The old poison should have any method that can turn the corpse of the monster beast into a tool to release the poison through sacrifice.

The previous bloodthirsty bats are a good proof.

This is a good thing. Just imagine that in the face of a siege, a poison bomb is thrown out, and even a martial artist can influence poison. Who else can deal with it?

The only fly in the ointment is that the number of poison fog bombs is too small. It may be that the old poison does not have much time to refine, and now only a dozen are left.

Chen Fan certainly didn't know how to refine it, so the poisonous fog bomb was something that he used once less once.

This is also no way. Chen Fan can't hope that if he kills two martial arts for himself, he can gain the whole world. It is too unrealistic.

With a wave of his big sleeve, he put everything into his storage bag, and Chen Fan went to check the weapons and pills placed on the shelves on both sides of the tomb.

It may be that the existence time is too long, and things have been weathered to varying degrees, and they are no longer usable.

This also made Chen Fan quite regretful. After all, judging from the quality of which weapons and pills, the victory period must be a remarkable thing. Now his cold light sword is cracked, and it just needs to be supplemented.

Unfortunately, this idea can only be realized later.

Because of this, Chen Fan still had some insights. As expected, no matter how powerful monks, weapons, or medicines were, they would be hard to beat the passage of time.

Slowly converging his thoughts, Chen Fan walked to the shelf where the heavenly book was, took a deep breath, and picked up the scroll.

As it slowly opened, there was no trace of writing in the scroll, like a piece of white paper exuding a rich light.

Chen Fan observed for a while, but didn't find the usage. With the mentality of giving it a try, he dived into it!

"Wow..."

At the moment when his spiritual power penetrated into the heavenly book, Chen Fan suddenly felt as if he was wandering in the ocean, being washed away by the waves.

This feeling gave him an indescribable sense of joy.