Chapter 178 A Letter
Five hundred thousand Martial King Pills were arranged directly into a small mountain in front of Qin Nan, the aura was shining, transparent and moving.
Qin Nan released the Soul of the God of War and burst out as fast as he could. He grabbed hundreds of Martial King Pills and crazily stuffed them into his mouth. Even his hands turned into afterimages.
A thousand Martial King Pills!
Three thousand Martial King Pills!
Eight thousand Martial King Pills!
In less than a stick of incense, Qin Nan swallowed a total of 20,000 Martial King Pills.
But what made Qin Nan feel pain was that there was no movement or reaction from the God of War's soul at all.
"Keep going!"
Qin Nan seemed to have entered a state of martial arts madness. He was always repeating the same action, opening his mouth to his mouth, bursting out with the fastest hand speed, grabbing handfuls of pills, and constantly Put it in your mouth, like a hungry tiger pounces on food.
Thirty thousand Martial King Pills!
Fifty thousand Martial King Pills!
Seventy thousand Martial King Pills!
When Qin Nan's mouth was numb and his right hand was tired, he had already swallowed a hundred thousand Martial King Pills.
He could only swallow more than a hundred Martial King Pills at a time, and it was extremely difficult. He had already swallowed nearly a hundred of these 100,000 Martial King Pills.
"One hundred thousand Martial King Pills, a full 100,000 Martial King Pills, and the God of War Soul hasn't advanced yet!"
Qin Nan stopped moving for the first time, with a look of disappointment and pain on his face.
This is a hundred thousand King Wu Pills, converted into Xiantian Pills, it will be a full 10 million Xiantian Pills.
Such a huge number of pills can't even advance the Soul of the God of War
"I want to see today how many pills are needed to advance to the Xuan-level martial spirit!" Qin Nan gritted his teeth and looked ferocious, like a crazy monster.
He took action again, his hands were like lightning, his mouth was like a basin of blood, and he crazily swallowed countless Martial King Pills.
One hundred and thirty thousand Martial King Pills!
One hundred and sixty thousand Martial King Pills!
Two hundred thousand Martial King Pills!
The God of War's soul remained motionless, and Qin Nan continued to swallow the pill without stopping.
Two hundred and fifty thousand Martial King Pills!
Two hundred and ninety thousand Martial King Pills!
Three hundred and sixty thousand Martial King Pills!
Four hundred thousand Martial King Pills!
When Qin Nan swallowed a total of 450,000 Martial King Pills, the soul of the God of War behind him suddenly buzzed and trembled, and the ten yellow lights suddenly became brighter, vaguely, as if they were about to break through. The limit turned into an extremely powerful being.
Qin Nan was shocked. Judging from this state, the soul of the God of War has been promoted to a Xuan-level martial soul!
However, the God of War's Soul buzzed and trembled for hundreds of breaths, and then returned to calm, without anything unusual happening at all.
"Not promoted yet?"
Qin Nan was stunned for a moment. His heart seemed to have been hit hard, and he felt a dull and depressed feeling.
He has swallowed a total of 450,000 Martial King Pills, which is equivalent to 45 million Xiantian Pills. Such a huge amount of pills, but he still hasn't advanced
You must know that at the beginning, Qin Nan promoted the God of War Soul from the fifth-grade Huang-level martial spirit to the sixth-grade Huang-level martial spirit for only a measly one hundred Body Tempering Pills!
The price he has spent now is already 45 million times what it was before!
"The last fifty thousand Martial King Pills, this time, must, must succeed!"
Qin Nan finally regained consciousness after a while, exhaled a long breath, his eyes became firm, he grabbed the pill again and swallowed it in his mouth.
Four hundred and sixty thousand!
Four hundred and seventy thousand!
Four hundred and ninety thousand!
Four hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred!
A thin layer of cold sweat appeared on Qin Nan's forehead. His hand holding the last hundred Martial King Pills was already trembling slightly. Finally, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to swallow the last hundred Martial King Pills. In the belly.
At this moment, the soul of the God of War suddenly trembled, yellow light shone, and the pressure fluctuated.
"I'm finally going to advance!"
The pressure in Qin Nan's heart was completely relieved, and a deep joy appeared on his face.
However, after the strange state of the God of War's Soul lasted for more than five hundred breaths, it gradually calmed down, as if nothing had happened.
"What...what's going on?"
Qin Nan was completely confused.
Half a million King of Martial Pills, equivalent to 50 million Xiantian Pills, didn't even make the God of War Soul advance
Could it be that this God of War soul cannot be promoted to a Xuan-level martial soul
"How could this happen... How could this happen..." Qin Nan murmured to himself for a long time, his eyes were dull, and then he gradually came back to his senses and said: "It's impossible. The soul of the God of War is extremely powerful. It's absolutely impossible that he can't be promoted to become... The only explanation is that if the God of War wants to advance to the Xuan-level martial soul, half a million Martial King Pills are simply not enough!"
In Qin Nan's heart, he absolutely believed that the God of War's soul could be promoted to the Xuan-level martial soul. Not only that, it could also be promoted to the legendary heaven-level martial soul, or even surpass the heaven-level martial soul.
The only thing that depressed him was that even half a million Martial King Pills could not be promoted. So how many pills were needed to advance to the Xuan-level Martial Spirit
"The Soul of the God of War is certainly powerful, but the elixirs required for such advancement are simply too huge."
Qin Nan had a wry smile on his face.
This time he asked everyone in the Xuanling Sect to borrow pills, and he only borrowed five hundred thousand King of Martial Pills. So where is he going to get another five hundred thousand King of Martial Pills now
Although the God of War's soul has been upgraded to the Xuan-level martial soul, he may no longer need 500,000 Martial King Pills, but now he is so broke that he can't even take out one Martial King Pill!
"No, I must upgrade the God of War Soul to a Xuan-level Martial Soul. I must succeed this time. I must think of a way to make money."
Qin Nan calmed down, frowned, and thought hard.
After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of any way. After all, he was not good at business.
The easiest way is of course to borrow it from others, such as Shan Lao and Gong Yang, or learn from the original Five Tigers and directly rob the Xuanling Sect disciples, and you will definitely be able to get the Martial King Pill.
However, Qin Nan is no longer willing to do these two methods.
"Forget it, stop thinking about it. If you really have no other choice, you can only borrow it from Mr. Shan. I will look for an opportunity to return it to Mr. Shan when the time comes." Qin Nan shook his head and was about to stand up when he suddenly had an idea. He flashed and murmured: "Last time Ouyang Jun and the others used provoking methods to deal with me, this time I might as well treat him in his own way."
A faint smile appeared on Qin Nan's lips. He had always held grudges, and now that he had thought of a way, he naturally could not let Ouyang Jun and others go.
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Inner courtyard peak, the first courtyard.
Ouyang Jun was sitting at the head of the hall, and below him was Leng Feng.
"Recently, Qin Nan asked the honorary elder to replace him and borrow elixirs from the entire sect. What exactly does he want to do?" Leng Feng frowned and said, "Could it be that he wants to practice some kind of terrifying secret technique that requires a very large elixir?" Can you take medicine to support it?”
Although many disciples thought that Leng Feng was extremely ruthless, in fact, Leng Feng was cautious and very careful.
This time they only used a simple provocation method to get Qin Nan to take the bait, and two months later they made an appointment to fight in the Palace of Life and Death, which made Leng Feng very confused.
Qin Nan would definitely not be that stupid. He dared to ask for a fight even though he knew he would definitely die. Qin Nan must have a trump card to be so arrogant.
Ouyang Jun glanced at Leng Feng and said with a faint smile: "What are you afraid of? He asked the entire sect to borrow elixirs. No matter what his purpose is, why should he take it to heart? You can rest assured, I have already told the Master of the Hall of Merit Now, you can join me and enter the Tianzi Room of Mingyue Pavilion for two months to practice. These two months, coupled with some magical medicine assistance, will not allow you to advance to the half-step Martial King. Reaching the ninth level of Xiantian, there is no problem!”
"Mingyue Pavilion Tianzi Room?"
Leng Feng was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, and all his doubts disappeared completely. He immediately cupped his hands and said, "Thank you Ouyang..."
Before he could finish his words, at this moment, there was only a sound of hissing through the air, and a parchment came directly through the air and shot towards the plaque of the main hall.
"What a courage!"
Ouyang Jun was furious in an instant. He took a big step and grabbed the sheepskin scroll, with layers of murderous intent in his eyes.
He has always thought highly of himself and valued his status. As the number one in the outer sect and the son of the sect leader, no one has ever dared to treat him with such contempt.
You know, even if it is a sect elder who delivers a message, he will do so respectfully, for fear of causing any etiquette offence.
Leng Feng was also stunned. This was the first time he had seen someone so bold.
"Leng Feng, be ready to kill at any time." Ouyang Jun suppressed his anger, kept an expressionless face, and prepared to open the letter.
He wanted to see who was so bold.
However, after opening the parchment, Ouyang Jun was dumbfounded.
I saw it said:
Ouyang Jun and Leng Feng honestly tell each other that they are in urgent need of pills recently and hope that the two geniuses can provide some support. I know that you two are both geniuses, and Ouyang Jun is the son of the sect master. He has huge wealth. He must be able to lend me one hundred thousand Martial King Pills casually. If I can't get out one hundred thousand King of Martial Pills, then I really misjudged the person. I didn't expect that Leng Feng and Ouyang Jun, who are super geniuses, and Ouyang Jun, who is the son of the head of the Xuanling Sect, are so poor. It's really pitiful.
Of course, please rest assured, I will definitely return it when I have enough money.
Borrower of the elixir: Qin Nan.
(End of chapter)