Taoist students

Chapter 43 Whisk and Wooden Sword

When Dongfang Mo walked into the "Forest of Magical Artifacts", a red-robed man in his early twenties appeared in front of him. This man was extremely tall, but he seemed to be alone, giving people the impression of a thin bamboo pole. .

"I don't know what this junior brother wants to see." At this moment, the red-robed man smiled slightly.

"I want to see the magic weapon." Dongfang Mo said bluntly.

"Hehe, junior brother has come to the right place. My magic weapon forest is the largest place selling magic weapons in Nanchuifang City. I think there should be things that junior brother needs, but I don't know what kind of magic weapon junior brother needs."

"I want a high-level magic weapon with wood attributes!"

"what!"

Hearing this, the red-robed man's expression froze suddenly.

"Junior brother is really good at joking, and he wants a high-level magic weapon."

Then he said with a little embarrassment, obviously he thought Dongfang Mo was talking big.You must know that ordinary foundation cultivators only use high-level magic weapons.Dongfang Mo's cultivation base will not exceed the fifth level, but he wants to use a high-level magic weapon. Not to mention that the high-level magic weapon can move thousands of spirit stones. Even if he can afford it, its magic power is meager, so it may not be useful. .

"What! No?"

Dongfang Mo frowned.

"Naturally there are no high-level magic weapons!" With the attitude of making money with kindness, the red-robed man did not look coldly at Dongfang Mo, but his words lacked enthusiasm.

Dongfang Mo naturally saw the expression of the man in red and didn't care.He had seen Ge Yun use a set of high-level magic weapons, and even suspected that the tortoise shell he snatched from the girl named Ling'er in his storage bag was also a high-level magic weapon.

I thought this thing was not so rare, but looking at the expression of the man in red robe at this time, it seems that high-level magic weapons are not as ubiquitous as he thought.

"What about the intermediate magic weapon?" Then Dongfang Mo shook his head and sighed.

"There are mid-level magical artifacts. Junior brother wants an intermediate magical artifact with the wood attribute."

"Yes, exactly."

"Coincidentally, the shabby shop happens to have a mid-level magic weapon with wood attributes."

"Oh, let's take it out and have a look."

Dongfang Mo raised his brows, but he didn't expect it to be just a stick, which made him look a little disappointed.

Hearing this, the man in the red robe couldn't help but look Dongfang Mo up and down again. Even if it was a mid-level magic weapon, the worst would require hundreds of spirit stones. The boy in front of him could not be here to tease him.

But when he saw Dongfang Mo's Taoist robe from the Miaoyin shirt, he nodded secretly. People should not be judged by appearances. Maybe this kid is the son of some elder. It is normal to be rich, so he said:

"Alright, junior brother please move and follow me to the second floor." The man in the red robe stretched out his hand.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo naturally had no objection, and walked towards the stairs. The red-robed man bowed his head and gave a few instructions to another young Taoist priest who was no more than two levels of cultivation, and then followed Dongfang Mo, and the two came soon To the second floor of the attic.

The red-robed man led Dongfang Mo into a seat, offered him a cup of spirit tea, and chatted with him intentionally or unintentionally.

"I don't know which school the younger brother is a disciple of!"

"Miaoyinyuan!"

Dongfang Mo tasted Kou Ling Tea, and the secret path was not bad, although it was not as good as Yue Laosan's Ku Toutuo who entertained him, but thinking about it, it was definitely not bad.

"Oh? Could it be that Junior Brother is the third male disciple who entered Miaoyin Academy a year ago?" The man in the red robe was slightly startled.

"It's here." Dongfang Mo didn't hide it.

Hearing this, the red-robed man was startled.It is said that there were two male disciples before the Miaoyin Academy, one surnamed Jiang and the other surnamed Zu. These two only entered the sect a few years ago. It is rumored that these two people are actually people with a big background, so they can be regarded as men. Enter the Miaoyinyuan.If that's the case, this kid who doesn't look special in front of him may have some background, so it makes sense, he dared to ask for a high-level magic weapon.

Thinking of this, the red-robed man's attitude changed immediately.

"It's really better to be famous than to meet each other. I don't know your junior brother's last name?"

Dongfang Mo naturally had a panoramic view of his expression, and secretly thought that he was another person who wanted to play against the senior sister of Miaoyin Academy. He was very contemptuous in his heart, but he still replied without any strange expression on his face:

"Miangui's surname is Dongfang, and each name is written in ink."

"It turns out to be Junior Brother Dongfang. I'm really rude. I, Wu Bicha, is a Qimai disciple of Beichen Academy. If Junior Brother doesn't mind, you can just call me Senior Brother Wu." The man in red cupped his hands.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Wu. I have admired him for a long time. I still know Senior Brother Ge Yunge from Guimai, but I don't know what kind of relationship I have with Senior Brother Wu." Dongfang Mo returned the salute, and then asked again.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Ge Yun and I are considered to be of the same lineage, but Junior Brother Ge is very talented in refining weapons and has a great reputation in my Taiyi Dao Palace."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo nodded. He had heard about it a long time ago. After chatting for a few more words, they finally heard movement from the stairs, and saw the Taoist priest holding an exquisite wooden box in his hand walked up.

After placing the two-foot-long box on the table, he turned and left.

Dongfang Mo's attention was immediately attracted by the box, which itself was a wood spirit root, and at this moment he clearly felt a strong wood spirit in the box.

Wu Bicha smiled slightly and said:

"Come on, let me introduce you to my junior."

I saw that he picked up the two-foot-long box, clasped it with both hands a few times, opened several concealed buttons, and then turned it around.

"Click!" With a sound, the box slightly opened a gap.

"This is a flying sword with wood attributes. It is made of ten thousand-year-old spade wood. It is not only extremely sharp and can break hair, but also because of the spade wood, it has a psychedelic effect, which can catch people by surprise. .”

I saw Wu Bicha lightly put the two-foot-long flying sword on his finger, and raised it up with both hands.

When Dongfang Mo saw the slightly dim wooden sword, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly reached out and grabbed the hilt.

But at the next moment, his hand slipped and he almost lost his grip. Unexpectedly, the mahogany sword was a little heavy in the hand, it seemed to be heavier than ordinary metal flying swords, and the hilt was abnormally cold, but he felt a trace of coldness coming from it. Dongfang Mo nodded after seeing the scent of spiritual wood.

Immediately injected mana, waved it in a circle, only to hear the sound of the air, and an unusually sharp feeling came instantly.Not only that, at the moment when the flying sword was swung, Dongfang Mo suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a hazy blue light appeared, and Wu Bicha's figure became blurred for an instant.

Shaking his head vigorously, he recovered.Seeing Wu Bicha looking at him with a half-smile, Dongfang Mo was slightly startled.

"Sure enough, there is a psychedelic effect, not bad." Obviously very satisfied with Taomu Jian.

"Hehe, of course, and the younger brother has not completely refined this magic weapon. The middle-level magic weapon can already refine it and integrate it with the power of blood essence. At that time, the power will be increased by another three points."

Ubiza continued.

"It makes sense, but besides this mahogany sword, is there really no other magic weapon of wood attribute?"

Dongfang Mo nodded, looking at the mahogany sword, he couldn't put it down, even if it hadn't been refined, but compared to the fire ions that Ge Yun gave him, the effect was several times stronger.

"This... really doesn't exist anymore."

Wu Bicha paused, but shook his head.

Seeing this, although Dongfang Mo had expected it in his heart, he was still a little disappointed. Now that there are more spirit stones in his bosom, the more magic weapons, the better.

"Forget it, that's it, how many spirit stones." He said immediately.

"This mahogany sword was forged by an elder in my lineage. It took a lot of energy and required two thousand spirit stones."

As soon as Wu Bicha's words fell, Dongfang Mo waved his hand casually, and suddenly a pile of spirit stones were placed in front of him.

Even though he was prepared, Wu Bicha was still surprised by Dongfang Mo's handwriting.

The two thousand spirit stones were taken out as soon as they said they would be taken. You must know that even a monk in the foundation establishment period may not be so generous.

Wu Bicha swallowed his saliva, but he is also a person who has been in the mall for a long time, swept away the spirit stone, put it in the storage bag, and said:
"Junior brother is indeed a bold person."

Dongfang Mo was very pleased with Wu Bicha's slightly flattering attitude, as if he had money, he had confidence.

"Where is it, the things are good, so I won't bother Senior Brother Wu, let's say goodbye."

Dongfang Mo also took the scabbard from the box in his hand, inserted the mahogany sword into the scabbard, got up and left.

Seeing this, a trace of hesitation flashed in Wu Bicha's eyes, but when Dongfang Mo had just stepped down a step, he finally made a decision, and quickly said:

"Junior brother, please stay still."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo slightly looked at Wu Bicha suspiciously.

"Junior brother, do you want a high-level magic weapon?"

Wu Bichao looked at Dongfang Mo, showing a rare look of solemnity.

"Yes, that's right."

Dongfang Mo was even more puzzled, but he still answered.

"To be honest, there are some high-level magical artifacts in this shop, but..."

"But what?" Dongfang Mo frowned, Wu Bicha was there for a while, and not for a while, what was the meaning behind it.

"Hey, I won't be able to explain it for a while, junior brother, please sit down and show it to you, and then you will know."

Wu Bicha sighed, but didn't mean to explain.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo rolled his eyes and nodded, not caring about the delay, so he sat down again.

"Brother, wait a moment!"

Wu Bicha slightly apologized, and then went down to the attic alone.

After spending a cup of tea, Wu Bicha took a square box about a foot long and stepped up the stairs.

Then he put the box on the table and said:
"Keep junior waiting for a long time."

Afterwards, he pressed his finger on the box, and a circular groove suddenly appeared in the box. Ubicha reached out with his palm, and took out a wooden key that was about the same size as the groove, and inserted it into the groove. In the groove, turn slightly.

"Kakkaka!"

With the sound of a mechanism, the box was slowly opened.

Dongfang Mo's eyes showed interest. He didn't expect such a box to have such an exquisite design, which is really interesting.

When Wu Bicha fully opened the box, Dongfang Mo finally saw one of them.

It was a snow-white whisk.

The dust whisk consists of a one-foot black wooden handle and a two-foot-long snow-white whisk.

The wooden handle is extremely simple, like a tree root that has not been artificially carved, it is natural.And the whisk was slender and white, and Dongfang Mo could smell a faint wood aura while waving it.

"This whisk is made of Wannian Sha Muxin, and the mane of a Qingling horse in the late stage of foundation establishment. You will know the specific effect after trying it."

Wu Bicha deliberately bought a pass.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo showed an interested expression, took the whisk and poured it with mana, flicked it lightly, and suddenly there was a "swish", and saw the snow-white whisk flying immediately, Dongfang Mo's wrist flicked, and the whisk It exploded suddenly, and the air exploded with a "snap".

Turning along the trend again, Fusi actually lengthened, and with a move of his mind, Fusi entangled the wooden bench beside him like a white rice dumpling, airtight.

Dongfang Mo's eyes lit up, and mana was poured into it again, and the wooden stool instantly turned into a pile of neatly cut slag when the whisk was pulled back.

"Although this whisk doesn't have any magical powers, its attack is weird and extremely tricky. If you get close, it will definitely be hard to guard against." Wu Bicha explained.

But Dongfang Mo showed a look of dissatisfaction, and said:

"Didn't Senior Brother Wu say that this is a high-level magic weapon? The mid-level magic weapon, the mahogany sword, has a psychedelic magical power, but why does this high-level magic weapon not even have the most basic magic power?"

Hearing this, Wu Bicha smiled wryly, and said: "Actually, this is a damaged high-level magic weapon. The mane of the Qingling Horse was added the day after tomorrow, and only the black wooden handle is its original body. .Because of its incompleteness, its original prohibition has been broken, so it does not have any supernatural powers."

Dongfang Mo nodded, seeming to understand that if the refining prohibition or formation in the high-level magic weapon is destroyed, then of course it will not be able to display any supernatural powers.

Just when Dongfang Mo was slightly disgusted, he suddenly felt the faint green fire in Gu Ya's eyes beating in the storage bag. Although it was fleeting, how could it be hidden from Dongfang Mo's eyes.

Dongfang Mo couldn't help squinting his eyes, and then said, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally:

"I don't know how many spirit stones Senior Brother Fuchenwu plans to sell!"

"Although it has been damaged, it was a high-level magic weapon after all, so the price must be at least... three thousand spirit stones."

Wu Bi took a look at Dongfang Mo, and said hesitantly.

"Senior Brother Wu, your Fuchen is not even as good as the mid-level magic weapon peach wood sword, but how can it be worth three thousand spirit stones, I only have fifteen hundred spirit stones, what do you think?"

"This one……"

Wu Bicha suddenly showed a embarrassed look, you must know that he had seen it with an expert, before the dust whisk was damaged, it was a real high-level magic weapon, but now Dongfang Mo only gave out [-] spirit stones.

But then I thought about the fact that I saw this extraordinary wooden handle at the booth, and I only spent thirty spirit stones to get it. With the mane, it only cost hundreds of spirit stones to make it. Gritting his teeth, he said:

"That's all, let's go to [-] spirit stones."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo just nodded, and with a wave of his hand, he handed [-] spirit stones to Wu Bicha, took the whisk in his hand, flicked it lightly, and went downstairs.

"Senior brother Wu, brother, don't bother me now, I will visit you some other day."

"Where is the younger brother, I am waiting for the younger brother at any time."

Wu Bicha exchanged a few words with Dongfang Moke, and sent Dongfang Mo away respectfully, and then turned back to the Forest of Magical Artifacts.

Dongfang Mo wandered around the market for a while, and turned his eyes intentionally or unintentionally, looking at the two young Taoist priests who were nothing special. He didn't leave until an hour later.

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