The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 195: Harvest (Part 2)

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After this journey of searching for a heavenly master, Chen Fan has already felt that his cultivation base is faintly showing signs of breakthrough, so the appearance of Bigu Dan 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.

Checked the number of bigudan, probably enough for Chen Fan to use for two to three months, and the number is definitely enough.

Afterwards, Chen Fan looked at something else.

That is a volume of martial arts, the sword technique of the Xuan-level inferior grade!

Previously, Chen Fan’s fusion of Huang-level best swordsmanship made it his own assassin, a single sword. Now with the improvement of his cultivation level, his power is not as good. Reconcile Dugu Yijian again.

This set of swordsmanship was separated by Chen Fan from the Nine Solitary Swords. Because there was no such high-level martial arts on hand, he could not fully practice it.

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.

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

Taking martial arts into the storage bag full of joy, Chen Fan walked towards the body of the old poison.

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

The old poison should have any means to make the corpse of the monster beast a tool for releasing poison through sacrifice.

The previous bloodthirsty bat is a good proof.

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

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. Now there are only a dozen bombs left.

Chen Fan certainly doesn't know how to refine it, so for him, poison fog bombs are something that he uses once less.

This is also nothing. Chen Fan can't hope that he can get the world by killing two martial arts for himself. That 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 medicines placed on the shelves on both sides of the tomb.

Maybe it has existed for too long, things have been weathered to varying degrees, and they are no longer usable.

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

But unfortunately, this idea can only be realized later.

As a result, Chen Fan still has some insights. As expected, no matter how powerful a monk, or weapons, or medicines, it’s hard to resist 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 explored his spiritual power!

"Wow..."

As soon as 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 made him feel unspeakable.