"May you have yours, and we'll meet again someday!"

  The heavily injured bamboo pole didn't dare to come back and grab the magic clothes again, he strangely spat out another mouthful of blood, forcibly stimulating his body's potential, and cast the Tianmo Jieti Dafa, fleeing in the opposite direction.

  Tianmo Jieti is actually something that many people can do, it's a sacrifice of burning one's true yuan, which can exchange for a short-term significant increase in power, but the time is very short, and the aftereffect is that after using it, at least five years of life will be shortened, and cultivation will also be greatly reduced. So unless it's a matter of life and death, almost no one will use it.

  "Can you run away from me, Xuan Kong Flowing Star Fist——"

  Zhang Ye still had an innocent look on his face as he threw a flowing meteor fist to pursue.

  Bump

  The fist chased out very far and another punch hit the fleeing bamboo pole, making a miserable cry.

  Zhang Ye was exhausted, after all, he didn't have enough strength to keep the fleeing Mo Men disciple from escaping, but this punch did manage to knock down the gourd that was tied to the bamboo pole.

  The bamboo pole just wanted to escape and run away, of course, it didn't even dare to come back and summon the gourd again, finally disappearing.

  Come down and take a look, when that Suspended Bell Devil's Clothes didn't unfold, it seemed like a pitch-black bell.

  At this time, the bamboo pole had already escaped and was too far away, breaking off its connection with the Xuan Zhong magic robe. The magic robe seemed to have fallen asleep.

  Zhang Ye picked it up and studied it for a bit, not bad stuff. Never mind, put it away first, let Master Sister help erase the spiritual imprint inside later, or leave it for Little Treasure to eat.

  Put the Fire Sword and Xuan Zhong's Magic Cloak into the gourd and hide them well. Zhang Ye picked up the gourd that had fallen from the bamboo pole.

  This gourd is not good, it's just a Four Treasures Gourd, after all, like Zhang Ye who hung the Seven Treasures Gourd when practicing qigong at night, is absolutely one of a kind.

  The life force of the Four Treasures Gourd was especially fragile and it was struck by Zhang Ye's final punch, dying quickly.

  Before the gourd died, it lost its spatial magic power, suddenly suddenly suddenly suddenly suddenly suddenly.

  This dying calabash, crazily spewing out spoils of war. It finally stopped after a long time, Zhang Ye looked at the dazzling array of items, completely dumbfounded, this bamboo pole is really a rich man's saying?

  Bump

  At the last moment, a piece of earth and mud fell from the sky, almost burying Zhang Ye.

  Fresh earthy scent, ample spiritual energy, Zhang Ye picked up some soil to examine, no mistake, this bamboo pole fellow brought three high-grade Spiritual Fields with him.

  Currently, Zhang Ye's favorite thing is fields.

  He was excited and moved all the three-product soil into the seven-treasure gourd. Now there are eight mu of three-product fields.

  Now, the growth space of the golden buds is sufficient again.

  After turning over the medicinal field, those buried objects finally appeared on the ground.

  Among them were two jade pots, each containing thirty Gathering Source Pills, a total of sixty pills in the two pots.

  This elixir is a relatively basic second-grade elixir, and to be strict, it's not that precious even for those who have already built their foundation. However, for Zhang Ye, whose greatest wealth was only twenty Gathering Origin Elixirs, this was undoubtedly a great fortune.

  After so many hardships and battles, Zhang Ye deeply understood the importance of elixirs, but he couldn't bear to consume them, wanting to save them for life-or-death situations. This unexpected windfall meant that from now on, he wouldn't have to be so tense all the time.

  Sixty pellets of medicine were scooped into a gourd, and Zhang Ye continued to examine the spoils of war.

  It's really hard to understand why this seemingly unremarkable person is actually carrying three flying swords of the highest quality.

  Picked up the three flying swords and observed them for a moment, feeling that the spiritual aura on the Suspended Bell Demon Clothes of these three flying swords was different. These are not bamboo pole flying swords, if I'm not mistaken, they're the ones Bamboo Pole used to kill people and rob goods.

  Three flying swords were already precious enough for someone like Zhang Ye who was used to being poor, but unexpectedly, he suddenly possessed four three-product flying swords, including the Blazing Fire Sword, as well as a strange three-product protective garment.

  Imagine, when she was first in the mountain gate, Xu Ying was already a well-mixed inner door disciple, but it wasn't until she succeeded in building her foundation that she finally drew out a second-rate flying sword. She herself couldn't bear to use it and gave it to Zhang Ye who had gone down the mountain for training.

  Recalling the hardships of the past and comparing them with his overnight wealth, Zhang Ye let out a sigh.

  For now, these treasures carry the spiritual imprints of others and can't be used for the time being. He planned to wait until he met his senior sister later and ask her to help erase the spiritual imprints on them. Alternatively, after Xiaobao digested that three-piece wind sword, he would find a few more treasures for him to consume.

  Let other foundation-building masters in the cultivation world know that the little guy has prepared many third-grade spiritual treasures to feed his pets, and I don't know if they will be jealous to death?

  Before the battle, Zhang Ye had cast a summoning spell to call upon his fellow demonic cultivators. With the search now complete, he didn't dare linger and hastily left this place of trouble.

  Zhang Ye had no particular destination in mind and headed east.

  During this time he occasionally let Xiaobao out to enjoy some real sunshine.

  But Xiaobao was still snoring loudly and didn't want to wake up at all. According to Ziyi, last time if they hadn't fought a fierce battle in time, Xiaobao would have vomited out some wolf poison smoke and hurt his stomach.

  Now, I've also slowly come to understand the habits of Zhìzūn Bǎo. Unless Zhang Ye is in danger, that guy will swallow something and not digest it in time, and he won't spit it out even if you beat him to death. This is a pet that only eats but doesn't pay the price.

  Of course, there are also benefits. After Xiaobao's belly gets bigger, he loves to sleep more. When he sleeps, he will drool, and Xiaobao's saliva always drips onto the three-petaled golden bud, which seems to make it grow faster.

  Xiao Bao grows a bit every time he eats a Fa Bao. Last time, after eating the three-piece flying sword of Luoduo, his belly grew bigger and he wouldn't wake up for a long time. But after digesting it that time, he clearly grew another circle, and by the last hard battle, his abilities had increased somewhat, swallowing a three-piece wind sword in one breath, along with many wolf poison smokes.

  I really hope he digests quickly and grows up quickly. The only worry is that after Little Treasure grows up, where can I find so many things for him to eat?

  Traveling in the wind and rain, Su Qing was always very tired on the road, occasionally being coquettish, but all the way taking care of the little guy with comfort.

  The embarrassing thing is that Su Qing's coquetry was quite explicit...

  All the way east.

  Within a month, Zhang Ye finally grasped the "Great Heavenly Net Hand" imparted by his uncle Tan Siqin.

  Dah Tian Luo Hand is a fourth-grade spell, and the "Xuan Kong Fist" he currently understands is also a fourth-grade fist spell.

  In theory, with Zhang Ye's talent, there shouldn't be any difficulties. But for some reason, he encountered a difficult problem this time.

  Dahai looked at it repeatedly and seemed to understand. Zhang Ye followed his intuition and revised Dahai's work until it was perfect.

  But this time, he couldn't incorporate the Dahyunro Hand into the already extremely mature Xuan Kong Fist.

  Xuan Kong Quan is still an incomplete structure, one piece short of perfection.

  Zhang Ye's comprehension had not regressed, but he was indeed stuck in a bottleneck. He clearly knew that the Big Dipper Hand was the last piece of the Xuan Kong Fist in the short term, yet he couldn't connect it. It felt like something was missing.

  In this case, I can only practice the Great Heavenly Net Hand alone for now.