The Rise of the Evil Sword God
Chapter 111: Core Forming Pills
The page became silent. No one believed that Feng Yun could refine a Peak-tier Spirit Raking Weapon, even the first weapon refining genius of a Mystic Heaven Peak could only refine a High-tier Weapon.
"An abnormal freak!" Zhu Rong spat out these words from her mouth.
Mu Changsheng's teeth trembled, with his eyes wide open he stared at the top grade Spirit Ranked Sword in the elder's hands.
"old man, can I get the prize now?" Feng Yun asked.
"Yes, the outcome of this Weapon refining competition is obvious. The winner was Feng Yun, the new year's outer disciple of the Mystical Sword Peak." The elder shouted as he took out a small bottle and gave it to Feng Yun. His face was full of smiles as he looked at Feng Yun. "Core Forming Pill as the winning reword in the competition."
Feng Yun received a pill walking out of the weapon hall.
"Haha ... Brother Feng, you really are a level 2 distiller, I thought you were just kidding." Zhu Rong said while laughing while patting Feng Yun on the shoulder.
Feng Yun and Zhu Rong chatted as they exited the weapon hall.
"This brother Feng Yun waited a moment." as Feng Yun and Zhu Rong walked for a few minutes, a loud voice came from behind them.
Feng Yun and Zhu Rong stopped their steps, turning around, they looked back. A young man who looked to be 20 years old, walked towards them. He had the cultivation of the Peak Stage Foundation Establishment Realm.
"Brother Feng Yun, my name is Shi Tian, and I want to bargain with you." the young man came to Feng Yun and said.
"What offer?"
"Male sister has won the core forming pill, this pill is useless to you right now, how about selling it to me. I'll give you five hundred middle class. I wonder what you think?" said the young man.
"A blank, core-forming pill costs more than a thousand Middle-class Spirit Stones, but it is very rare to find in a sect, how can you be so cheap." Zhu Rong sneered and said.
"OK, a thousand Middle Grade Spirit Stones." Shi Tian clenched his teeth and said.
"I'm sorry but I sold it." Feng Yun said and politely declined Shi Tian's offer. The last thing he was lacking right now was the Spirit Stone, even after he and the four women used the daily spirit stones to cultivate, it would take at least a year or two to use them all.
"i hope Brother Feng considers carefully before making a decision; it does not damage our fellow discipleship relationships. Some statements come with serious consequences." Hearing Feng Yun's rejection, Shi Tian's face turned cold as he looked at Feng Yun and said.
Shi Tian did not believe that he could not organize the newcomers. …
Core-forming pills were extremely valuable to cultivators who had attacked in the Foundation Establishment Realm, it could increase a cultivator's Golden Core formation change by fifty to sixty percent. It could create great opportunities for any foundation realm cultivator.
Shi Tian had been living in the realm of the Peak Foundation Establishment for nearly six months, if he could obtain the core-forming pill and breakthrough to the Golden Core Realm then he could become an inner disciple of the Mystic Heaven Peak.
Shi Tian's expression turned cold, "Feng Yun, if you insist on ruining our friendship as fellow disciples, then don't blame me for being ruthless."
Swish!
Shi Tian made his first move, as the air pierced through in an instant, a brick-sized ruthless fist appeared in front of Feng Yun.
"God." Zhu Rong blocked Shi Tian's punch, he thought because Feng Yun was only at the Late Stage Foundation Establishment Realm, unable to deal with Shi Tian, he thought that, so Zhu Rong moved before Feng Yun could.
Fatty Zhu Rong had reached the same Peak Realm Foundation Establishment Stage as Shi Tian.
The explosion!
As the blows of two people connected, an explosion rang out in the air, coupled with the intimidating wind pressure.
Shi Tian retreated three steps while Fatty Rong did not budge. Seeing their fight, Feng Yun was slightly stunned by the fat body strength. Both of them did not use and martial skills, but their strength was higher than ordinary half-step Golden Core Cultivators.
Feng Yun could tell that if the two used their full combat power, their attacks could injure ordinary Golden Core Realm Cultivators. This was the difference between a normal person and a great sect disciple.
In the world of martial artists, higher cultivation did not guarantee higher combat abilities. The goal of martial arts is to win against the strong even if one is weak. Martial arts were rigid in shape, but the humans were flexible. Only by adapting and utilizing martial arts properly can one fully demonstrate the true potential of martial arts. The disciples from the Mystical Heaven Peak were all geniuses and had high talents in martial arts.
Shi Tian narrowed his eyes as he looked at Zhu Rong, he could feel his arms becoming a little numb after the clash.
"Shi Tian, what is showing such shamelessness to others, you came here to bully a new year's disciple." at this moment, a mocking voice sounded when two men entered. The two of them were wearing light blue robes as they were also outer court disciples with cultivation reaching the Peak Foundation Establishment Stage. But Feng Yun could sense that the young man in the lead was stronger than Shi Tian.
"Hey, Brother Feng, I will give you two thousand Middle-class Spirit Stones, how about selling the forming cores to me." The strong young man said, although his voice was polite, there was a slight edge in his voice as he commanded Feng Yun.
Feng Yun sneered in his heart, even though the strong young man was mocking Shi Tian for bullying the weak, he himself was a bully.