Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 298

Holding the Cihang Yusha in his hand, feeling the beating of the golden beads, Chen Ping revealed a look of contemplation.

These two fourth-order ores are worth 30 spirit stones. Feng Tianyu gave them away as soon as he said, but he only wanted to make a good relationship.

But Chen Ping has always believed that there will be no unreasonable gifts in the world.

This person must have some other purpose, maybe he has taken a fancy to something unusual about him.

"Could it be..."

Chen Ping was shocked, and then shook his head decisively.

The miraculousness of the golden bead is definitely beyond the perception of a Yuan Dan cultivator.

Even if the Ancestor of Huashen dismantled him to pieces at this time, he might not be able to find any traces of Jin Zhu.

After thinking hard to no avail, Chen Ping stopped wasting time and hurried on his way without saying a word.

Since Feng Tianyu has shown great kindness so far, Chen Ping is also happy to accept it completely.

You know, this person is a mutated Fenglinggen cultivator of Tianpin.

Presumably the Wuxiangzhen sect, which is prosperous in the Immortal Dao, is also the object of key support, and there is some probability of advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm in the future.

And making friends with a powerful person who may become the Nascent Soul Sect in the future is an opportunity that Chen Ping has dreamed of in his previous life.

Naturally, before he understands this person's true intentions, he still needs to maintain full vigilance.

……

A whole month later.

On a certain quiet deserted island, amidst roars that resounded through the sky, a mountain peak that was tens of feet high suddenly collapsed completely.

In mid-air, a huge vortex of gravel slowly rotated, and there were invisible ripples of riots all around, as if this space was about to be torn apart in an instant.

Trees fell down in rows, and countless birds and beasts fled for the road. In such an extreme environment, there was a man in green clothes standing in the center of the landslide, walking leisurely with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, a piece of mountain debris the size of a palace flew towards the man and slammed down in the direction of the man.

At the critical moment, this person did not dodge or dodge, a layer of eye-warming silver light covered the upper and lower parts of his skin.

"boom!"

The mountain of one million catties shattered into tens of millions at once, turning into sand and rain all over the sky and spreading.

The man in green clothes took the time to push away the dust. As the instigator who just caused the mountain to collapse, Chen Ping was well aware of the sudden attack.

"It is recorded in ancient books that Yuan Dan's physical training can collapse mountains and crack seas with bare hands. It is really not an exaggeration."

There was a hint of excitement in Chen Ping's eyes.

More than half a month ago, after sacrificing two grains of Cihang Rain Sand, he obtained two Eyes of Seven Souls and Seven Souls from the Golden Bead Space without any accident.

One orange and one yellow.

After chewing and swallowing, the physical cultivation realm that was originally at the peak of foundation establishment broke through the bottleneck in one fell swoop, and officially entered the third realm.

According to common sense, if the cultivation level of physical cultivation breaks through the great realm, it will also summon the catastrophe of heavenly thunder.

But Chen Ping majored in Xuanmen Kung Fu, and his body training was just a by-the-door path, just like puppet art and alchemy.

And only monks who major in body training exercises will be judged as real body cultivators, triggering the rules to bring down catastrophe.

It is worth mentioning that, regardless of physical training or Dharma training, you can only choose one major practice method.

Gaiyin's meridian that runs the main practice method is the source meridian in the body of the human race.

The source vein is unique and inherently constant.

If two completely different kinds of magic power flowed in Shiyuan's veins, they would definitely destroy the Dao Foundation without exception and cut off the immortal path.

This is the lesson passed down by some pioneers who have the courage to pioneer for tens of millions of years.

In fact, there is a kind of treasure-level heaven and earth spiritual material in the cultivation world, which can reverse the rules and open up a second origin vein in the human body.

In this way, monks can practice the two main exercises at the same time.

But with Chen Ping's knowledge, he didn't know the existence of this thing at the moment.

It is precisely because of the limitation of Shiyuan veins that it is difficult for law and body cultivation to go hand in hand.

If you major in Xuanmen Kung Fu, you will not be able to practice Body Cultivation Kung Fu.

Therefore, Chen Ping's physical cultivation realm is just a superficial name, which only means that his physical strength is equivalent to a low-grade defensive weapon.

As for the various core supernatural powers of physical training, Chen Ping was unable to master and display them. Even if he found a body training method in the future, the result would be the same.

However, he was extremely satisfied with his physical state.

A low-grade defensive Taoist weapon that walks flexibly, it would be a headache for enemies in the late Yuan Dan period.

Of course, Chen Ping's physical defense cannot be used frequently.

After all, for monks who major in body training exercises, essence and blood can be automatically produced through the cycle of meridians.

But Faxiu's essence and blood can only be supplemented by taking Tiancaidibao, which is undoubtedly very precious.

Just like just now, he shattered the mountain peak with one punch and consumed three drops of blood essence.

If one has been fighting a strong enemy with the physical body, it is very likely that too much blood will be lost during the fight, and one will die.

Fortunately, Chen Ping was promoted to Yuandan before, and relied on two eyes of seven souls and seven souls to replenish [-] drops of blood essence. Right now, the amount of blood essence stored in the meridians is as high as [-] drops, so there is no need to worry about being in a predicament of insufficient blood essence for the time being. .

As soon as his thoughts turned, Chen Ping opened the sword box with his divine sense, and the Five Elements Pure Yang Sword roared past and floated in front of him.

Compared with a month ago, the sword's aura has more than doubled, and it seems that a qualitative change has taken place.

That's right, after absorbing the mysterious silk metaphor attached to the two Giant Spirit Royal Eyes, the Chunyang Sword was easily promoted to a low-grade Taoist weapon.

Then, Chen Ping infused the Chunyang sword with the ancient ban on the barren mountain refined by Ban Tiande, which made the sword's weak point, the hardness attribute, significantly strengthened.

To put it in a pertinent evaluation, although the Chunyang Sword is a low-grade Taoist artifact, it can completely compete with ordinary high-grade Taoist artifacts.

"The Xuansi dharma metaphor in the golden bead space is completely different from the one that descended after I survived the triple thunder disaster."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, and a ray of thought flashed across.

The mysterious metaphors descended from the rules of heaven and earth are integrated with the monk's numerology, and it is absolutely difficult for others to use it except for oneself.

And the mysterious silk metaphor passing through the eyes of the seven souls and seven souls is like a blank jade slip, it seems that anyone can engrave information in it.

"Could it be the power of rules derived from Jinzhu itself?"

Chen Ping was startled by a sudden guess in his mind, and quickly dismissed this terrible idea.

Anything involving rules, even if it's just the tip of the iceberg, is not suitable for him as a Yuandan cultivator, so it's best not to even think about it.

When the realm reaches that step, the answer to the mystery will be solved naturally.

"I don't know what kind of title outsiders will draw up for me when I break into the Golden Core."

Withdrawing the Chunyang Sword, a strange smile appeared on Chen Ping's face.

In just over a month, the consumption of two Tier [-] ores made his strength leap several steps, which is enough to confront the late Yuan Dan who was born in a great sect head-on.

As a result, he is more determined to become a collector of high-level ore.

However, there are some deeply hidden risks in this move.

After all, his apparent identity is a puppet master.

Collecting high-grade ore in the cultivation world will look very strange after a long time.

In order to avoid the attention of interested people, Chen Ping decided to spend a little energy and resources to improve his crafting skills, so that his actions seemed reasonable.

Moreover, it would be even more icing on the cake if one could control a well-known weapon refining force.

For the sake of safety, Chen Ping of the Fire Smelting Alliance decided to accept it.

Standing on the edge of the cliff of the deserted island, Chen Ping looked around for a while, and after confirming the direction of Bazhu Island, he released a large spiritual boat and sailed to the depths of the sea.

More than ten hours passed in the blink of an eye, and at noon the next day, a fiery red island came into view.

Recalling the spirit boat, Chen Ping stretched out his hand and flicked it on his face, restoring his real appearance.

"Hey, it's very lively. Is the Fire Smelting League just holding a grand event?"

Spreading his spiritual consciousness and sweeping around Bazhu Island, Chen Ping touched his chin, and drove down with the light.

……

Outside the smelting fire alliance's residence, a five-story, beautiful hall, there are two rows of guards standing neatly, and the leader is a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment.

On the top of the spacious hall stands a big red sun with a radius of several feet, which shines in all directions, and the radius of ten miles is like an eternal day.

This object is the low-grade Taoist artifact that the Fire Smelting Alliance is proud of, the Sun of Earth Fire.

On the third floor of the main hall, there were crowds of people on the seats all around, and more than 1000 monks gathered here.

Most of them are qi training monks, and there are as many as fifty or sixty foundation building monks.

About half of the mezzanine boxes adjacent to the fourth floor were lit.

In the second box from the east, the decoration is splendid, and the floor is covered with second-grade tiger demon skin.

"Comfortable……"

The one who made the ecstasy sound was a young man, handsome and tall, but upon closer inspection, there was a feeling of feminine beauty.

A slender woman in a messy fairy dress gently rubbed her shoulders and beat her back.

Next to the two of them, there was a burly man with yellow hair standing impressively.

He seemed to be used to this kind of scene, and he didn't look sideways, only staring at the spirit sword in his arms.

"call……"

Half a quarter of an hour later, the feminine man clenched his fists, and his long and narrow eyes suddenly shrank.

After a few breaths, the man slowed down, and said in a still insatiable way: "Oh, the beauty of Bazhu Island really lives up to her reputation, Ah Wei, give her an extra five hundred spirit stones."

The second half of the sentence was spoken by the burly man.

"Yes, my lord."

The man called Awei agreed, skillfully took off a khaki storage bag from his waist, and threw it on the ground.

The slender woman's eyes lit up, and she swallowed vigorously in the small cherry mouth that could only be stuffed into a fist.

"Thank you, Taoer."

The slender woman thanked her again and again, and with a slender hand hook, she put the storage bag into her close-fitting obscene clothes.

For a red lady like her who has practiced Qi at the seventh level, five hundred spirit stones would take more than two months of hard work.

"Okay, you go down."

The feminine man waved his hand and said impatiently.

Tao'er was well aware of a man's nature, so she didn't bother much, put on her clothes and walked out of the box with catwalks.

"Young master, Shangguanjin is seeking to see you outside."

As soon as Taozi left, Awei immediately said respectfully and softly.

The corner of the feminine man's mouth slanted, and he said coldly: "In recent years, Yang Fanying's arrogance has become bigger and bigger. My young master gave him the face to come to the auction meeting of the Fire Smelting League, and he dared not show his face for a while. , only send a deputy leader to send me away?"

"Young master calm down, the Fire Smelting Alliance is arrogant, let's go back and report to the old master."

Awei's eyeballs shot out a look of sympathy, and he said angrily.

"Yang Fanying hasn't shown up for a long time. I'm afraid it's like rumors from the outside world, trying to break through the Yuandan realm. Hehe, but the Fire Smelting League is too naive. How could the two ancestors of my Deng family pay attention to it!"

After talking to himself for a while, the feminine man said calmly: "Ah Wei, bring in the official Taoist friend."

After a while, Awei returned to the box, followed by a vigorous gray-clothed old man.

"Deng Daoyou, is Taoer's service satisfactory?"

When Shangguanjin saw the feminine man, he smiled meaningfully at him.

Cultivator surnamed Deng gestured for Shangguanjin to take a seat, and smacked his lips and said, "That's right, but it's a pity that it's not a nun who established the foundation."

"Next time I will arrange one for Fellow Daoist Deng."

Shangguanjin patted his chest, and promised solemnly.

Bazhu Island is famous for its fire swallowing technique, but almost all the female cultivators in this field are junior qi practitioners.

The female cultivator in the foundation establishment realm is proud and arrogant, who would want to do such a job of selling the body.

Ordered all over Baju Island, there is only one.

But that female fellow Taoist is serving an energetic senior Yuandan in the No. [-] box next to her, and she won't be able to get away for a while.

"Uncle Pu comes first, I, Deng Chenhuan, are not good at competing with his old man."

The monk surnamed Deng unconsciously glanced at the neighbor, and said in a low voice.

When cultivator Yuandan was involved, Shangguanjin didn't dare to continue to meddle, and changed the subject, "The auction is about to start now, is there any treasure you want to auction, Fellow Daoist Deng? I can join you in the queue, and I won't accept any taps. "

"Thank you Shangguan Daoist for your kindness. Deng's trip to Bazhu Island this time was ordered by his grandfather to entrust your alliance to build a Taoist artifact, and he did not specially prepare treasures."

Deng Chenhuan paused for a moment, and then said: "As for the specific matters of refining Taoist artifacts, let's discuss in detail after the auction is over."

"Very good, this old man won't bother Deng Daoyou's elegance."

After Shangguanjin finished speaking, he put his fists together and left with a smile on his face.

"granduncle."

In the last box, after Shangguanjin returned, a long-necked monk waiting in it immediately shouted in a low voice.

"Yan'er, Senior Pu is here to participate in the auction, you should know what you can say and what you can't say."

Shangguanjin calmly placed a barrier, and shouted in a cold voice.

His body trembled like chaff, Shangguan Yan hurriedly choked back his words, turned around and poured a cup of hot tea with both hands.

"Boom"

"Boom"

A few bells rang outside the main hall, and the whispers of the cultivators in the hall instantly became inaudible.

A moment later, a handsome male cultivator of the foundation jumped onto the platform in the center of the hall, and his voice was full of magnetism: "It's another golden autumn with an interval of ten years. Thank you very much for participating in the auction conference hosted by our Fire Alliance. Under Dong Shichang, Tian is the deacon of the Smelting Fire Union, and is also the host of this auction..."

After a few simple opening remarks, Dong Shichang took out a flowerpot-shaped high-grade spiritual weapon from his arms, and said in a confident voice: "Not much nonsense, the first one..."

"Hehe, Mr. Chen came here uninvited, please don't blame the host."

At this moment, before the figure arrived, a young man's hearty laughter came out first, and then a cyan light about tens of feet long rushed from the sky, with such a fast speed that it only took one breath and one breath. In no time, he rushed into the hall.

The several second-level formations covering the main hall seem to be empty.

Such a surging and astonishing aura made everyone turn their eyes sideways, and they all moved their eyes to look, only to see a young monk in plain blue robes, about 25 or [-] years old, in the escape light.

　Thanks to Jiang Shaofeng for the reward of 1500 points!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)