Best Ascension

Chapter 118 Bronze Armored Corpse, I Don't Rare

"How many Essence and Blood Talismans can you exchange for the Huoyun function?"

Mei San carefully observed Zhao Sheng's face.

Zhao Sheng shook his head and pushed the jade slip back, "You can change your request! Otherwise, I don't want this jade slip."

Mei San's expression froze, then hesitantly thought about it.

After a while, Mei San quietly left from the back door of the Jinfu Pavilion.

In the room, Zhao Sheng put away the jade slips of exercises, just at this moment there was a knock on the door.

"come in!"

"Senior Zhao, I have an ancestral secret recipe..."

……

Three days later, at a certain foundation-building exchange meeting, Zhao Sheng looked at the red-haired foundation-building casual cultivator opposite him with a smile, and asked, "Fellow Taoist, Zhao received a fire movement exercise a few days ago, are you interested in taking a look?" ?”

"Oh, what kind of exercise?" Zhu Xingyun specializes in fire techniques, and he is extremely concerned about any similar exercises.

Zhao Sheng took out the Fire Cloud Kungfu jade slip and handed it to Zhu Xingyun.

After a while, Zhu Xingyun put down the jade slips, with a very satisfied expression on his face, and praised: "Fire Cloud Kung Fu, refining cremation cloud! The person who created this kung fu method has a really unique mind. Tsk tsk, it's very interesting!"

"Fellow Taoist, are you interested in accepting it? I heard that you have a fire sacrificial formula in your hand."

As soon as Zhao Sheng finished speaking, Zhu Xingyun laughed, "Zhao Daoyou, you are such a thief! You actually want to exchange an ordinary exercise for Zhu's unique skill."

Seeing that the other party did not refuse, Zhao Sheng was overjoyed, and quickly said: "As long as you are willing to give up, you can ask for the conditions. The fire cloud skill is not enough, and I also know several refining methods of the second-level fire talisman. "

After a while, the two of them made a successful transaction and left each other very satisfied.

After completing a transaction, Zhao Sheng searched around and set his sights on another Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist Zheng, you're being polite, Mr. Zhao accepted one a few days ago..."

An hour later, the exchange meeting ended, and Zhao Sheng returned with a full load.

In this way, while Zhao Sheng was cultivating leisurely, he was doing business with his left hand in and his right hand out.

He didn't want to earn spirit stones, he just wanted to accumulate foundation.

During this period, he drilled many times and lost a lot of capital, but Zhao Sheng never tires of it and is full of energy.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye,

The business of Jin Fu Pavilion is still very prosperous, and Zhao Sheng's business is also booming.

This is all due to his early establishment of "people are stupid and rich in money".

Nowadays, more and more immortal cultivators are looking for him to trade.

Of course, there are more liars who come here for fame.

As a result, after several years, Zhao Sheng was forced to develop a pair of "piercing eyes".

On this day, Zhao Sheng received from a rogue cultivator a method of refining a magical artifact called the Seven-Aperture Soul-Sealing Nail.

The Seven-Aperture Soul-Sealing Nail is a deadly instrument with very narrow uses, so it is not easy to trade in Dongtian City.

In order to make a move as soon as possible, Zhao Sheng blessed himself with a magic talisman, turned into a black-faced man, and walked into a shop selling magic robes.

After entering the door and seeing the waiter, Zhao Sheng opened his mouth and asked, "I want to buy a three-two-three-inch black robe, do you have any for sale in your shop?"

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he immediately bowed to salute, "Senior, I'm sorry! We only have the guest robes from all directions left, one piece of ten spirit stones."

"Give me one." Zhao Sheng replied very readily.

"Senior, please follow me!" The waiter stretched out his hand sideways very happily.

A moment later, Zhao Sheng was wearing a hooded black robe, walking alone in a tunnel that was more than ten feet wide and two people tall.

He could clearly feel that the tunnel was obliquely downward.

After walking about three or four miles, Zhao Sheng passed through the exit, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

In front of you is a super-large cave, the height of the cave is nearly [-] feet, and a large fireball with a diameter of [-] feet floating on the top, exuding infinite light and heat, looks like a "little sun"

This "little sun" is the most famous symbol of the black market in Dongtian City.

It itself is a group of golden crow true flames that are rare in the world, but now it is used as lighting by a certain boss.

The meaning of deterrence is self-evident!

The layout of the underground black market is almost the same as that of Dongtian City, and the architectural style is also similar.

Walking on the street, if it wasn't for the black robes on the people they saw, some people might think they were still in Dongtian City.

Zhao Sheng is very familiar with the black market. After entering, he went straight to his destination without hesitation.

Walking along Shishen Street for a while, Zhao Sheng stepped into a shop with the word "Yizhuang" written on the signboard.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw rows of coffins placed on the shop floor.

There are many styles of coffins, with countless strange runes engraved on the surface, including black coffins, copper coffins, golden coffins, and two jade coffins carved from spirit stones in the deepest part.

Jingle Jingle!

At this time, the bronze bell hanging at the door of the shop suddenly shook, and then a lame old man turned out from behind the shop.

"Friend Lin, it's me." Zhao Sheng walked a few steps closer and said.

When the crippled old man heard Zhao Sheng's voice, his face darkened immediately, and he said impatiently: "So it's you! What kind of junk did you get to fool me this time?"

"I was the one who drilled the eyes last time, but this time it's definitely not a fake!"

As he spoke, Zhao Sheng took out a roll of leather and threw it with his right hand.

Leather slowly flew in front of the opponent, and was grabbed by the lame old man.

Opening it, the crippled old man's eyes widened instantly, with an excited expression on his face.

The Seven-Aperture Soul-Sealing Nail, a magic weapon for corpses, is specially used to seal souls and suppress corpses. It is often used to seal out-of-control living corpses.

"Good stuff! I want it, what do you want in exchange?"

Zhao Sheng smiled slightly and said, "Your Daoist Lin should have known what I want."

The crippled old man's expression changed, and he immediately refused: "No! The technique of controlling corpses is a secret of our sect, and cannot be passed on to outsiders."

"What if we add the remaining chapters of "The Great Fa of Reversal of Stasis"?" Zhao Sheng took out another booklet and waved it in front of him.

Speaking of which, this remnant of "The Great Fa of Resolving Stiffness" was obtained from the three immortals of Wushan many years ago, and it has been useless before.

Now it is used in exchange for the corpse control technique, which is considered waste.

Unexpectedly, when Zhao Sheng just uttered the words "Reversing Stiffness Dafa", the crippled old man's face changed wildly, and an astonishing aura suddenly burst out from his body.

Late foundation building!

Zhao Sheng was stunned. He didn't expect this lame old man to be a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He knew that he had made a mistake, and the "Dafa of Reducing Stiffness" was far more precious than he imagined.

At this time, the coffin in the shop suddenly slammed and vibrated, and there were bursts of harsh scraping sounds from inside.

Jingle Jingle!

The bronze bell at the door suddenly had no wind and automatically

The crippled old man suppressed his excitement, waved his hand and emitted streaks of black light, shooting them into the coffin.

Soon, all the coffins became quiet again.

"Bring it!" The lame old man said solemnly.

Zhao Sheng backed up a few steps, backed to the door, and said cautiously: "Friend Daoist Lin, it's useless for me to keep this exercise. But it's impossible to change to the "Zombie Dafa" for a mere corpse control technique."

"It's just a fragment! It's not as important as you think." The lame old man sneered.

"In this case, we will meet later!"

As he said that, Zhao Sheng didn't even ask for the leather roll, he just turned around and left.

"Wait!"

Sure enough, just as he expected, Zhao Sheng was stopped when he just stepped through the door.

"Friend Lin, is there anything else?"

Seeing the expression on the opponent's determination, the crippled old man felt very aggrieved, wishing he could turn the opponent into a living corpse.

"I'll add another bronze armored corpse whose combat power is not inferior to that of the Foundation Establishment Body."

Zhao Sheng shook his head after hearing this, and said very seriously: "Bronze armored corpses, Mr. Zhao is not rare, but I heard that your sect has a strange technique of resurrection."

"Hmph, how dare you open your mouth..."

(End of this chapter)