Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 29 The Broken High-Grade Spirit Tool

Out of sight, out of sight, Xue Leng didn't bother Han Ming and his happy time.

Go straight to the main peak of Tianxing Mountain, where there is a special flying boat to and from Xianyuan City, but the price is not cheap.

Although Xianyuan City is protected by the True Spirit Sect, it is unlikely that there will be demon cultivators within a thousand miles.

But after thinking about it for a long time, Xue Leng still decided to take a flying boat to go there.

Although it will cost an extra [-] spirit stones, it is always right to be careful for the sake of safety.

After all, the distance between the two places is thousands of miles. If you travel by yourself, it will take at least three days, and there may be twists and turns along the way.

By the time he arrived at the main peak of Tianxing, there were already quite a few monks accommodated in the celestial talisman flying boat, among them there were even a few seniors who were able to fly with imperial weapons for a long time.

But it is a pity that there is no Jindan Daoist in this trip, if there is, then it will be safe, what a pity.

"But that's right, even if the real Jindan doesn't rely on any external objects, his own escape speed is astonishingly fast."

Thinking of this, Xue Leng secretly sighed in his heart.

At this time, Xianyuan City is different from the past.

The monks coming in and out of the city gate came and went in an endless stream, and occasionally a few mortals entered the city carrying some large goods on their shoulders and hands.

Although there were so many monks, none of them dared to cause trouble at the gate of the city.

These mortals, when they saw the monks coming and going, they were not in a hurry. Although they were respectful, they did not show fear.

When every monk enters the city, he will ask:
"Master Immortal, please take a look at the rules of the True Spirit Shangzong." Then, he pointed to the stone tablet standing at the gate of the city.

"Huh? It seems that the city of Xianyuan does not shy away from ordinary people."

After getting out of the flying boat, Xue Leng first looked at the mortals curiously, and then walked directly along the main road towards the center of the city.

The central area of ​​Xianyuan City is much deserted compared to the periphery, and there is not a single mortal in sight.

There are various shops lined up on both sides of the street. Although the styles are not bad, the plaques of almost every shop are marked with different sect imprints.

Nearly half of the shops are directly under the jurisdiction of the True Spirit Sect.

The remaining half is divided among the three outer gates of Wulingmen, Tianfu Pavilion, and Guiyaolou.

The crowds on the street were constantly flowing, and the guys from various shops were yelling at the door to solicit business.

With just one glance, Xue Leng walked into a small shop by the road, only to see "Immortal Pavilion" written on the plaque outside.

There were seven or eight customers in the small shop at this time, a sharp-eyed young man saw Xue Leng walking in, immediately ran up, and asked very courteously:

"Senior, what do you want to buy?"

"No need to wait, I'll just take a look." Xue Leng waved his hand.

"Okay! If you like something or need something, just tell the little one!"

The boy didn't take it seriously after being rejected, and still had a respectful smile on his face.

"Does your pavilion have any pills that are suitable for the breakthrough of Qi training ninth-level monks?"

After roughly looking around, Xue Leng stretched out his hand to beckon a servant.

"Senior, there are naturally such pills. We have four kinds of pills that are suitable for breakthroughs in the later stages of Qi training, all of which are made by alchemy masters in the ghost medicine building." The boy said skillfully.

Xue Leng nodded, it seems that this ghost medicine shop is really extraordinary, there are so many kinds of pills in any small shop.

So he continued to ask: "I don't know how to sell these pills?"

"Qingyun Chongmai Pill contains 25 spirit stones, and True Blood Barrier Breaking Pill contains [-] spirit stones." The young man began to introduce it eloquently.

"Can't the price be cheaper?" Xue Leng frowned immediately when he heard such an outrageous price.

Yunling Pill is only [-] spirit stones per bottle, and the pills here are often sold by grain, which is really shocking.

"Master Immortal, in fact, the prices of these low-level pills are all about the same in Xianyuan City.

Moreover, the interest rate is very low. The main purpose of each store is to complete the tasks of the Ghost Medicine Building, and it is the high-end pills that make the real money! "The boy said seriously.

Hearing this, Xue Leng didn't want to say anything more. He really didn't know much about elixir.

After pondering for a few breaths, he still didn't buy it. After secretly taking a few pills, he left without looking back.

Although what the other party said was reasonable, Xue Leng still decided to shop around, and it was worth every penny cheaper.

It was getting dark soon, and after visiting four shops in a row, Xue Leng bought five kinds of pills to break through the bottleneck in one go, and there were still two of them.

Just when he left the shop with a satisfied face, he was about to find an inn to take a good rest.

Before they had gone far, they vaguely heard bursts of loud shouting.

Hearing the sound, Xue Leng stopped in his tracks, looking at the hurried passers-by in the street, he couldn't help being a little curious.

"Dare to ask you, what happened in this city, and why everyone is in such a hurry?"

The sackclothed monk who was in a hurry to hurry turned back and glanced at Xue Leng angrily. When he saw the rune imprint on his chest that was exclusive to the Tianfu Pavilion, he said kindly:

"The night market has opened, it's not far ahead, I heard there are a lot of good products today."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Xue Leng's reaction, he ran forward quickly.

"night market?"

After muttering something, Xue Leng followed after a little thought, and after a while, he came to the night market that the monk in Mai said.

What catches the eye is a huge black shed, which is simply divided by several wooden boards.

Inside the shed are casual cultivators dressed in various colors, or they are sitting anywhere without paying attention, or there is a futon under their buttocks or something like that.

And in front of these people is a messy thing, with everything.

In addition to some common cultivation resources, there are also many strange things.

After thinking about it for a while, a strange color flashed in Xue Leng's eyes.

Although there are not many things that can make his heart move in this pickled place, he still walked in with an attitude of seeing Lie Xinxie.

Some people saw him wearing the robe of Tianfu Pavilion, and he definitely didn't look like an ordinary person.

They walked out of the stalls one after another and tried their best to promote their "heirlooms".

An extremely huge withered yellow leg bone, covered with strands of dark meat...

What's more, these shreds of meat twisted into weird patterns intentionally or unintentionally, like some kind of mysterious runes, which looked very bluffing.

Xue Leng only glanced at it for a while, and knew that the strength of the owner of this leg bone would not exceed a first-order monster in life, and it might even be just a wild ox with extraordinary talents.

It has no value at all, and it probably smells bad when used to make soup.

Moreover, to him now, even ordinary first-order monsters are no different from garbage in his eyes, let alone some skeletons of unknown origin.

Looking at the short and thin man chattering in front of him, Xue Leng frowned, and when he was about to explode, he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly his whole body restrained.

He chuckled twice, waved his hands, and walked straight ahead.

As for the short, thin man who was spitting all over the place, although he was lucky enough to survive, it was not easy for him to be surrounded by that substantive spiritual consciousness.

Although it was only for a short moment, the fierce and hostile aura of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood was tightly entangled in his heart like a gangrene.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom... boom."

After beating violently for a while, the heart gradually stabilized, and then he patted his chest in fear, and returned to the booth with trembling legs.

Even the ray of murderous intent he unleashed couldn't bear it!
"It's really not a pity to die for such a weak person."

Xue Leng shook his head, and after murmuring something, he no longer took it to heart.

Walking at leisure, I have come to the end of the shed before I know it.

On a dilapidated wooden board, a few ugly words were scrawled carelessly.

After staring intently for a long time, he managed to recognize the words "Jianbao Pavilion" at the back, and the word "Jian" in it was still a typo.

As for the two slightly abstract words in front, I really can't understand what they are writing, and they are not written for people to read at all.

That sense of absurd strangeness really came from this decaying wooden house.

Xue Leng couldn't help frowning. To be honest, he really didn't want to go into this place where the birds don't shit.

"Doing business in this kind of place, will anyone really go in?"

At this moment, a young man in Confucian clothes with a weak body and thin limbs appeared.

With a lazy face, he leaned out half of his body from the room, and asked carelessly:
"Senior, do you want to identify the baby?"

Xue Leng suddenly thought of something, thought for a while, and said to the Confucian-clothed boy in the room:
"Fellow Daoist, can you identify anything?"

"Of course it's impossible to identify everything, but the owner of my shop is a foundation-builder cultivator of the True Spirit Sect!"

The Confucian-clothed boy patted his chest, seemingly confident.

"Is it your appraisal? Or..." Xue Leng raised his eyebrows, a little suspicious.

This person is only at the third level of Qi training, and he looks about ten years old, how much experience and insight can he have?
"Fellow Daoist, I'm just joking. I'm just the shopkeeper, and I don't know how to appraise treasures."

The young man in Confucian clothes shook his head and explained.

Xue Leng nodded, but felt a little uneasy in his heart. The other party is a foundation-building monk, will he covet his own things?
The young man in Confucian clothes seemed to know Xue Leng's mentality of wanting to appraise the treasure, but was afraid of being killed and seized, so he pointed to the wooden sign and said:

"Fellow Daoist, have you ever seen a silver star mark on the wooden sign besides the words?"

What does he mean by that?
Although he didn't understand, Xue Leng glanced at the wooden sign again, and there was indeed a silver star mark. He was too busy looking at the words just now, but he didn't notice this.

"That is the imprint of the true spirit sect, which only true disciples can have!"

"True disciple?" Xue Leng thought for a while, and then asked:

"Please tell me, the shopkeeper, how to appraise it? How to pay for the appraisal fee?"

"The appraisal fee is 5.00 spirit stones per item. If the item is worth more than [-] spirit stones, [-]% of the item value will be charged!"

"That's great, I just want to identify a treasure."

"Fellow Taoist, just go upstairs!" The Confucian-clothed boy pointed to the wooden ladder on one side.

Xue Leng nodded, and then walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Half of the second floor was covered by a screen, and the scene inside could not be seen.

The other half is simply furnished, just a shelf leaning against a decaying wooden wall, filled with various small antiques.

A small bamboo table, with several bundles of scrolls on it, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar, half lying on a wicker chair beside the bamboo table.

Holding a quaint jade slip in his hand, he looked over and over again, with a very comfortable expression.

"Xue Leng in Tianfu Pavilion, pay respects to Senior Shangzong!"

Xue Leng hurriedly saluted. Although this person did not exude the coercion of a foundation-builder cultivator, he could not see through this person's cultivation.

And based on the words of the Confucian-clothed young man just now, it can be speculated that this middle-aged Confucian scholar must be the foundation-building true biography of the Zhenling Sect.

"Little friend, you don't need to be too polite. Since you are a disciple of the same school, if you need to appraise something, just show it."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said something unhurriedly, then closed the jade slip in his hand, and threw it aside casually.

Xue Leng didn't say any more, and immediately patted the storage bag, took out a tattered black umbrella from it, and put it on the table.

The Confucian scholar reached out and grabbed it, glanced at it, and said calmly:
"This thing is called Leiyunfan. It was originally a high-grade spirit weapon with thunder attributes. It seems that it was forcibly torn from the inside by some kind of monster. The core material, Leiyunjing, was completely shattered."

"Now, it should only have the functions of simple rainfall and shielding the perception of spiritual consciousness, and the range of action is also greatly reduced. It is estimated that it is only about [-] meters in radius."

"If it is repaired, it can barely reach the level of a low-grade spiritual weapon."

Then the Confucian scholar took out a mid-grade water-attribute spirit stone from the desk drawer.

"Of course, the sail was seriously damaged, and even if it is repaired, it will leave some flaws.

Therefore, every time it is activated, at least one water attribute spirit stone needs to be consumed, and the middle-grade spirit stone is more effective.

If you can find the rare thunder spirit stone, the power may be even more powerful by three points. "

"Okay, the explanation is almost done. Do you want to repair it or sell it?"

After all, the middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at Xue Leng seriously.

Xue Leng looked at the tattered umbrella on the table, and felt ecstatic in his heart. He didn't expect it to be a damaged high-grade spiritual weapon!

He always thought that this thing was a top-quality magic weapon, but he never thought it would be such a surprise.

You must know that a spiritual weapon can only be controlled by a foundation-building cultivator. Ordinary qi-training cultivators have too little spiritual knowledge to control it at all.

Thinking of this, Xue Leng couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

In Fang City that day, how could that ghost, who was only at the peak of Qi cultivation, be able to drive Lei Yunfan?
The spiritual consciousness of ghost cultivators is not much stronger than that of ordinary monks.

If that's the case, wouldn't it be possible for me who cultivated the Hundred Ghosts' Soul Cultivation Chapter to try a thing or two...

As soon as he thought about it, Xue Leng came to a conclusion in his mind, and immediately asked calmly;
"Dare to ask senior, how many spirit stones are needed to repair this sail?"

Seemingly seeing what Xue Leng was thinking, the middle-aged Confucian scholar said with a half-smile:
"It will take about [-] spirit stones to repair it. If it is sold, it will be worth [-]."

"So expensive!" Xue Leng was taken aback when he heard the quotation.

A broken high-grade spirit weapon can be sold for two thousand spirit stones, so how much spirit stones should a intact spirit weapon be worth?
It's no wonder that those foundation-building casual cultivators in the underground square city usually use some top-quality magic weapons.

　Gentlemen readers, begging to read more (Old Demon Gan slapped the storage bag, and saw spirit stones flying out one after another, forming several large characters in mid-air.)
　　
　
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