Killing grandma, Ning Qing's strength seemed to be exhausted. He used up his last breath to barely maintain his balance. He did not experience the tragedy of falling directly from the sky, but fell almost gently, about one meter away from Yan Chixia.

"You take this and do your abilities cross-legged, don't think too much about anything, otherwise it will damage the meridians." Yan Chixia forced herself to sit up, threw a green pill, and said to Ning Qing: "Young Master Ning, Yan really underestimates people this time. You are brave and resourceful, and it is indeed a great material for practice."

"I'll listen to the truth, thank you first." Ning Qing replied weakly, then put the pill in his mouth, and did not chew it. He raised his neck and swallowed it. He suddenly felt a heat flow spreading in his body, gradually expanding from the inside out, combing every acupoint and every inch of his pores. Even if the area where he was injured by his grandmother was still painful, this warm feeling made him feel extremely comfortable. He could even clearly feel that the injuries on his body were gradually becoming calm.

But even so, the injury is still extraordinary. Ning Qing was originally a weak scholar, and his combat power was not as good as an ordinary village man. When he encountered a thief, he could only surrender. Even though he was really a little bit of a bone, he was not the top one after all. In addition, his cultivation was still very low in less than five days in total. After being hit hard by grandma, his bones all over his body seemed to have dispersed, and his internal organs were moved. Even with Yan Chixia's healing pill, it would not be healed in a moment.

Yan Chixia also knew this, and then passed on his set of wound healing techniques based on the holly Technique as the guide. Ning Qing recited it silently while slowly regulating his breathing. Although he had not learned much of the holly Technique, he was still solid. With the effect of the elixir, he finally successfully calmed his injuries.

About half an hour later, Ning Qing got up from the ground, still shaking his feet, and walked crookedly towards Yan Chixia, who could already hold her head up and her chest, and said with a wry smile: "Sir Yan, what should I do next?"

"Of course I'll check it out." Yan Chixia said naturally: "This old demon has been entrenched here for a long time, and there are a few good things on it."

Ning Qing's mouth twitched. He just wanted to ask what to do next, for example, how to deal with the old demon in Black Mountain, or the like. But the hero seemed to have no sense of crisis. But thinking about it, although he knew the old demon in Black Mountain, he didn't know what was going to happen. He couldn't do such a premonition as he was. Seeing that Yan Chixia had already started to search for her grandmother's broken corpse, he came over curiously. He also wanted to know what good treasures there were on this old demon.

As a local rich man in the cultivation world, my grandma has a lot of fun things, at least much better than Yan Chixia's dilapidated house. The pieces of talisman paper that people turn out on, both in terms of quality and painting, look more advanced than Yan Chixia's use. Unfortunately, this old monster doesn't know whether it's impossible to use it, or is too confident in his own strength. He hasn't thrown it out for so long, and now they have all picked up the bargain.

But thinking about it, both in the original plot and now, grandma has always had the upper hand since the fight, and was almost caught off guard when she was killed twice, especially this time, until the final success, Ning Qing himself did not feel able to kill the other party. Grandma, who has always despised all living beings, naturally would not have such a premonition. Fortunately, the old lady didn't take him seriously, otherwise it would be unknown who would win and lose today.

When he got closer, Ning Qing looked at it. Yan Chixia had already searched all the broken bodies of her grandmother like a bandit, and piled up all over the ground in a dazzling array. This scene made him feel very familiar, as if he was a group sale on campus before graduating from university. He could hardly help but come forward to ask about the price. Fortunately, his reason had not been completely lost, so he simply squatted down and saw Yan Chixia sorting the treasures there, and inquire about the functions from time to time, which was very interesting.

Yan Chixia divided the treasures into two parts. He collected the talisman papers and the like, and all the elixirs were given to Ning Qing. Ning Qing didn't care. The two had a life-and-death relationship, and all his abilities came from Yan Chixia. He knew that this hero was very fashionable in talisman painting. He probably relied on the street to make a living by setting up a street stall on the street and would starve to death in less than ten days. Anyway, he didn't know how to use this talisman paper. It would be better to give it to Yan Chixia, but he gave him all the elixirs.

The pill was not the point. What attracted his attention the most was the green ball. The ball was about the size of an egg, and looked glittering and adorable, not like the thing that the old demon could leave behind. Then he asked curiously: "Sir Yan, what is this ball?"

"That's a demon pill, but the essence of this old demon is. After I sacrifice and refine it, the young master will know the benefits." Yan Chixia said, taking the demon pill into her hand and taking out a stove that was one foot square. She gently stroked the outer wall of the stove with her right hand, and a bright flame grew. The flame became bigger and bigger, and in a blink of an eye, it completely covered the stove.

Yan Chixia sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering words, and her hands were hanging in the air, controlling the size and trend of the flame, which made Ning Qing stunned. Although he had learned the flying cone technique, it was just a one-time killing technique, which was far from comparable to this very fine fire control technique. Ning Qing killed his grandmother and felt that half of the big stone pressing on his heart was gone. Now he was very eager for profound magic. Seeing such exquisite methods, he naturally had to appreciate it.

After about a quarter of an hour, Yan Chixia finally extinguished the fire and took out the demon pill from the stove. Ning Qing looked around and saw that the demon pill was no longer as clear and green as before, but it was a simple green color. However, the smell emitted on it was particularly fragrant and more central and peaceful, not as domineering as before. At least he no longer felt that the demon pill was in danger.

Seeing him pondering, Yan Chixia smiled and said, "Do you think this demon pill is much more peaceful? This is exactly the purpose of my sacrifice. The tree demon grandma just died, and there is still a ghost in the demon pill that has not dissipated. If you take it at this time, based on your cultivation level, you may not be able to support it at all. Even if you swallow it alive, the effect will be only 100% or two. If you take it now, you can absorb about 50%. You only need to recuperate and slowly consolidate your state."

"What, what, was this demon pill taken for me?" Ning Qing asked in disbelief.
Chapter completed!