Cultivating Immortals in the Family: Rising from Beast Familiarity

Chapter 29 Moon Blade Meteor Wheel

Zhou Chun's capital is not that rich.

It is 57 Lingcoins, plus a 200-year-old red Ganoderma lucidum, a century-old Polygonatum, and two century-old Scrophulariaceae.

Not counting the removal of spirit coins, the market price of the four elixir plants added up is about 300 or more.

But these things are at least enough to prove that he can indeed afford a first-tier high-grade magic weapon.

Therefore, after inspecting the things he brought, the white-faced middle-aged man didn't say anything, and quickly took out two wooden boxes from the storage bag, opened them one by one and introduced them.

"The name of the magic weapon [Moon Blade Meteor Wheel] is made of steel silver and black iron. It is made by refining the pure earth fire for seven days and seven nights through the hands of famous craftsmen. It has the characteristics of sharpness and armor piercing. Second, it can be transformed into two moon blades to attack the enemy and protect the body respectively, or the two blades can be combined into one to fight the enemy in the form of a round wheel, and the price is 370 spirit coins."

"The name of the magical instrument [Fenghuofan] is made of the feather bones of the second-level monster Fenghuo kite. It is refined by the hands of master craftsmen. When you wave it, you can send out a series of wind blades and fireballs to attack the enemy. The selling price 430 spirit coins."

Having said that, the white-faced middle-aged man cupped his hands at Zhou Chun and said, "Your honored guest, these magic weapons are all the first-tier high-grade attack magic weapons in stock in our shop."

First-tier high-grade magical artifacts are usually not easy to sell. Even in a big store like Tianbao Pavilion, it is good to sell two or three pieces a month, so they usually don't stock too much.

But Tianbao Pavilion is Tianbao Pavilion after all. The few magical artifacts brought out by the white-faced middle-aged man, except for the [Golden Goose Knife] magical artifact, which is relatively common, the rest of the magical artifacts are rare treasures. Zhou Chun's index finger twitched, wanting it very much.

But it's a pity that with the capital in his hand, he can only choose one of them, and he has to exclude the two magic weapons that cost more than four hundred spirit coins.

At this time, after looking at those magical artifacts for a long time, Zhou Chuncai pointed to one of the wooden boxes and said, "Just that [Moonblade Meteor Wheel], it suits Zhou's appetite quite a bit, so I'll choose it!"

Hearing his words, the white-faced middle-aged man immediately praised with a smile on his face: "The Daoist has a friendly eye, this thing has both offensive and defensive capabilities, and with the cultivation of a Daoist friend, with this thing in hand, it is the most difficult time in the late stage of Qi refining." Cultivators can also fight!"

Then he put all the other instruments into the storage bag, leaving only the wooden box containing the [Moonblade Meteor Wheel] instrument on the table.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun also pushed forward the things he used to buy magic weapons, and said calmly: "370 spirit coins, these spirit medicines and these spirit coins should be enough for Zhou to exchange for."

"Enough is enough, but are you sure you want to exchange these pure elixir for magical artifacts?"

The white-faced middle-aged man looked at the several elixirs on the table with fluctuating eyes, as if he had some concerns.

"What? Manager Liu is worried that there is something wrong with my elixir?"

Zhou Chun frowned, then patted his chest and assured him: "Don't worry about this, Zhou is a direct line monk of the Zhou family in Jiufengling. The things dug out are definitely authentic elixir, without any turbidity!"

Hearing his self-reported family name explaining the source of the things, the white-faced middle-aged man's eyes were fixed immediately, and then he smiled and bowed to him and said: "It turns out that fellow Taoist is a monk of the Zhou family of the spirit beast. I am really disrespectful and disrespectful." .”

After finishing speaking, he nodded and said: "Since Daoist Zhou can ensure that there is no problem with the elixir, then the deal has been concluded, and this [Moonblade Meteor Wheel] is now yours, Daoist Zhou."

Then he pushed the wooden box containing the magic weapon to Zhou Chun.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun immediately put the wooden box into the storage bag, and then said with a hearty smile: "Guan Liu is refreshing, then we will have a date later, and see you later."

"Then Daoist Zhou is leaving, and you are welcome to visit our Tianbao Pavilion in the future."

As the white-faced middle-aged man said, he got up and sent Zhou Chun to the door.

After confirming that Zhou Chun had left Tianbao Pavilion, he returned to the quiet room and looked at the wooden boxes containing the elixir on the table. The white-faced middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in thought.

After contemplating for a while, he said to himself: "Do you think he has more elixir in his storage bag? Although the Sanjue Sect is far behind our own, it is still For a sect that has been passed down for more than 700 years, even if there are no thousand-year-old elixir in its elixir garden, there should be quite a few of those hundreds-of-year-old elixir."

It seems to be talking to a mysterious being.

And not long after his words fell, a slightly old voice came to his ears.

"Maybe he still has some elixir in his storage bag, but if you want to say that there is no elixir that is hundreds of years old."

"Every plant of that kind of elixir has its own number. The Sanjue Sect didn't flee after someone broke the mountain gate. As long as the following disciples are not stupid, they will not use that level of elixir under the eyes of the high-level monks in the sect. !"

Hearing this, the white-faced middle-aged man couldn't help but nodded slightly, seeming to agree.

Then he frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "In your opinion, do you want to release the news?"

"You can decide for yourself, the old man doesn't know anything."

The old voice sounded from his ears again, but it made him scold his mother in his heart.

These damned old guys are really greedy and timid, they only want to get benefits and avoid trouble, they only think about good things!
But no matter how much he scolded his mother in his heart, he didn't dare to show it on his face.

He just lowered his head and thought with hesitation on his face, it was difficult to make a decision.

After going on like this for a long time, he shook his head with a look of pity on his face and said: "Forget it, the Jiufengling Zhou family has just taken root in Lanzhou not long ago, and now is the time when the vigilance is at its highest. That kid just now was not a bait thrown out by them, he was deliberately used to test the forces of all parties!"

This time, there was no answer.

This made him curse again, and then he sat down and drank a few mouthfuls of tea to suppress the hostility in his heart.

On the other hand, after Zhou Chun left Tianbao Pavilion, he went directly to Fangshi Inn to open a practice room.

After entering the sealed training room like this, Zhou Chun took out the wooden box, and then directly burned the wooden box with fire, including the coat and underwear he was wearing.

This is naturally done to prevent people from being marked and tracked.

There are too many methods in the world of cultivating immortals to leave marks through drugs and spells to track certain objects and people, and Zhou Chun himself knows more than a dozen.

Although Tianbao Pavilion is a well-known and time-honored shop, it is necessary to guard against others.

It's hard to guarantee that the white-faced middle-aged man won't play tricks on him, and let people find him to kill and seize treasure after he leaves the market.

This kind of thing is better to be believed than to be guarded against.

After seeing the wooden box and clothes burned into a pile of ashes, Zhou Chun searched himself repeatedly with his spiritual sense, and only after he found nothing unusual did he put on new clothes.

Then he looked at the silver-black round magic weapon that was about one foot in diameter when it was closed together, and immediately raised his hand to grasp the middle handle and lifted it up.

This object is actually not as heavy as it looks, it is estimated to be less than ten catties, and it doesn't take much effort for Zhou Chun to lift it with a single hand.

After he took a closer look at the magic weapon, he found that it could actually be hung up and carried behind his back, but it was just a back frame.

But not to mention carrying this round magic weapon, even Zhou Chun has never seen many immortal cultivators with swords and swords on their backs.

So it is more appropriate to put it in the storage bag at ordinary times.

At this time, after looking at it for a while, Zhou Chun began to sacrificially refine this magic weapon.

Like this kind of magic weapon purchased from the store, no matter whether the magic weapon has an original owner or not, the imprint of the original owner's spiritual consciousness and residual breath will be wiped clean, so that the new owner can sacrifice it.

So it took Zhou Chun less than an hour to get familiar with the usage of the magic weapon, and he was extremely satisfied with the power of this new magic weapon.

After a little familiarity with the usage of the new magic weapon, Zhou Chun, who had already emptied his wallet, finally set out on his way home.

It's just that after leaving Fangshi this time, Zhou Chun didn't repeat the same trick, and continued to use the flying magic weapon to cross the Red Rock Mountains from a high altitude.

He dared to use that method before because he was flying towards Hongyafang City, so he could easily be seen by the guards in the city, and he could also meditate in the city to recover his mana.

However, his previous actions had already exposed himself. If he used this method again when he left, there would be no guarantee that those powerful bandit cultivators who also possessed the flying magic weapon would not directly go up into the air to chase him down.

In comparison, although there are risks in leaving the ground alone, the risk of encountering that very powerful bandit cultivator is undoubtedly much smaller.

Moreover, Zhou Chun, who has just obtained a first-level high-grade magic weapon, is actually no worse than two or three ordinary mid-stage qi refining casual practitioners alone. Ordinary bandit cultivators may not have the ability to take him down.

(End of this chapter)