Gou Cultivates Immortals at the Chaotic World of Demons and Martial Arts

Chapter 8 Qinghe Sword (recommended)
"God's intention?!"

Lu She shouted angrily: "How dare you covet the secret of my Red Snake Martial Arts?"

The muscles of his legs swelled, and his skin was abnormally red, as if he was about to strike if he disagreed.

"But it's just a god's intention. How many disciples in your martial arts gym have seen it, so what? How many people have changed their blood and blood, and who has successfully trained their strength?"

Mu Canglong shook his head slowly.

For martial arts, martial arts can be sold as long as the money is enough.

In his opinion, Lu Snake is just deliberately raising his self-esteem by doing this.

"Master Lu."

At this moment, Fang Xi spoke: "I just need to watch God's intention for half a day. To show my sincerity, I am willing to donate a thousand taels of silver!"

Lu Snake: "..."

At this moment, the owner of the Red Snake Pavilion seemed to finally understand why She Lei was so red-eyed and attacked his own martial arts apprentice.

This Young Master Fang is really just like the rumors, he is a big fat sheep!
Finally, Lu She spoke with a dry voice: "Deal!"

It's not that he doesn't want to entangle, it's that the other party has given too much.

……

"The Red Snake Leg God's Intent!"

A quiet room.

Fang Xi looked at the animal skin in her hand and frowned.

On the animal skin, there are only a mess of lines, like a splashed ink landscape painting, with only a few strokes, but it is so strange and vivid, revealing a scene between mountains and forests.

In the mountains and forests, on the grassland, there are twisted curves like snake shadows, moving back and forth, making one's scalp tingle.

"According to the rumors, the God's intentions that can only be observed by performing the eight methods of snaking to the point where the qi and blood have changed three times, there are indeed some methods."

Fang Xi nodded slightly, showing a look of deep thought.

This god's intention is very weird, and ordinary copying will definitely not be able to obtain the god's intention.

Only the real core disciples of the Red Snake Martial Arts Academy, who practice day and night, can develop their true strength!
"However, this is only for ordinary painters."

The next moment, Fang Xi flipped his palm, and a blank jade slip appeared.

He stuck the jade slip on his forehead, and with his spiritual consciousness, he imprinted the intention of the Red Snake God on it bit by bit.

This is the way for immortal cultivators to record cheats!

No matter what kind of ancient books, atlases... can guarantee the effect of "reproduction", even without losing the charm, lifelike!

"Since the Red Snake God's intention was originally drawn by humans, it means that it can be made. Ordinary people can't copy it, but the strength and level are not enough... I used the spiritual knowledge of a cultivator to reproduce it, which is also a coincidence..."

After a while, Fang Xi looked at the divine intention in her jade slip and said with emotion.

If it is only in this Great Liang world, then perhaps only a martial artist who has cultivated the red snake legs to an extremely high level can try to describe this god's intention.

And now, he did it easily.

"The reason why Lu Snake agreed is that I can't copy and remember it in a short time, right? '

'Now, it can be said that it was a serious miscalculation. '

Thinking of this, Fang Xi couldn't help being very satisfied, and went out to return God's intention, let Lu Snake check, and gave a thank you gift.

Lu Snake turned over the intention of God over and over again, confirmed that it was her genuine product, and directly clasped her fists: "The mountain is high and the road is far away, there will be a period later!"

"There will be a period later!"

Fang Xi knew that this person must have written down Liang Zi this time, but it didn't matter at all.

Anyway, the True Inheritance of Red Snake Legs is in his own hands, and there is no need to ask for this person in the future.

It has to be said that after arriving in Great Liang, Fang Xi's scruples really became much less.

……

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

The Southern Wilderness Cultivation Realm.

Fang Xi looked at the snow outside the house that had already started to melt, reached out her hand under the eaves, and took a drop of snow water: "Winter goes to spring, making tea with snow water is also a great joy in life."

It has been half a month since the last incident, he officially gave up the Red Snake Martial Arts Gym, joined the Baiyun Martial Arts Gym, and received Mu Mimiao's training every day, and the Baiyun Palm is also considered a beginner's approach.

But in Nanhuang, the craze of Ziyou Mountain is not far from over, and the prices of all kinds of talisman instruments are skyrocketing.

Speaking of which, the last time Fang Xi bought a talisman, she made a small profit - the price has increased now.

"No, if you don't sell it, it doesn't count as income at all, and I won't sell it..."

Fang Xi sighed and came to Fangshi.

Contrary to his expectations, the popularity here has increased dramatically compared to half a month ago, and there are a lot more monks, crowding all kinds of stalls.

However, the prices of talismans and magic tools, which can immediately increase combat power, began to plummet.

Correspondingly, there were many more stalls selling materials from the secret realm of Ziyou Mountain. Fang Xi just glanced at it, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Isn't the so-called fragment of the magic weapon in the secret territory the one sold by the old man Huang in the square market?Known as a thing for rookies.

In addition, there are a large number of fake products, as if overnight, every stall owner has become a winner in the secret realm.

Obviously, [-]% of these things are fakes!
Even if it was the real thing, Fang Xi couldn't afford it.

Therefore, he was in a good state of mind, just looking around, and then went to the crowd to inquire about the news.

"hateful!"

"The secret place of Ziyou Mountain is a chance from heaven. Why don't Situ's family and Hongye Valley let us practice casually?"

Many monks were filled with righteous indignation, Fang Xi also understood.

It turned out that it was the Situ family who made the move. Not only that, but also joined forces with a nearby foundation-building force—Hongye Valley to block Ziyou Mountain. These casual cultivators could only return without success.

It is said that the other party has even dispatched the foundation establishment major repair, and the Qi refining monk can only look at the ocean and sigh.

"It looks like it's time for Old Maitou to come back, right? The spring harvest will be here soon..."

Fang Xi sighed while browsing the stalls.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he might be able to fulfill his previous long-cherished wish and buy a low-grade magic weapon at a low price!
He looked at the booths one by one. At this time, many magical artifacts were damaged, and some of them were stained with blood. Obviously, they did not come from a wrong path, or they had experienced a tragic fight.

And... the price is still too high for him.

Fang Xi was not upset, and browsed at will.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a booth, staring at a magic weapon like a flying sword on the booth in a daze.

This magic weapon is only a low-grade one, shaped like green grass, one foot and three inches long, with several gaps on the surface, the damage is already quite serious.

The most important thing is that Fang Xi knows this flying sword magic weapon!

It was the saber that Lao Maitou had at the bottom of the box!
With this thing appearing here, the fate of the old Maitou is already known.

Fang Xi sighed inwardly, and looked at the stall owner. He was a big man in black, with a veil covering his face, and he was carrying an evil spirit.

'Maybe Lao Maitou died at the hands of this person. '

Just as Fang Xi was feeling emotional, the big man in black seemed to have noticed something, and looked at Fang Xi: "Boy... Could it be that he is interested in something from a certain family?"

His voice was low and dangerous.

"That's right, what is the price of this low-grade magic weapon flying sword?" Fang Xi asked tentatively.

"Ordinary low-grade artifacts are priced at five to ten spirit stones. This flying sword is cheaper for you, four spirit stones." The black-clothed man replied.

"Fellow Daoist, don't try to amuse me." Fang Xi's face showed anxiety: "This magic weapon is close to being broken, and now that the price of the magic weapon has fallen, the four spirit stones are really expensive..."

"Then how much do you pay?" Obviously, the big man in black had just quoted a random price to slaughter fat sheep before, but when he heard Fang Xi's words, he immediately changed his words.

If it is really based on the four spirit stones, this magic weapon may not be sold until it dies.

"A spiritual stone!"

Fang Xi thought for a while, and gestured with a finger.

"Are you entertaining a certain family?" The big man in black was very displeased: "At least three spirit stones!"

"Look at this magic weapon, there are cracks in the lines of the formation. It may not be said that the magic power is not working well, and there is a gap on the blade. The sword might break when confronted with others..." After all, it is in the square market. Fang Xi was more courageous and dared to bargain.

After some haggling, the deal was finally settled with two spirit stones and three spirit crystals.

Fang Xi's face was full of pain, and she frantically found all kinds of fine spirit crystals from her body, and finally got the price together, and bought the 'Qinghe Sword' in her hand.

In fact, after buying the magic weapon Feijian this time, he did use up all his stocks. In the next few days, he couldn't even afford spiritual rice, and could only eat rice from mortals.

But Fang Xi was very willing and felt it was worth it.

If it weren't for taking advantage of the current market chaos and the sharp drop in the price of magic weapons, it would not be so easy for him to buy a low-grade magic weapon.

……

Shanty town.

Returning to the room, closing the door, Fang Xi took out the Qinghe Sword.

He looked at the flying sword, his face was cloudy and uncertain, the cold light on the blade shone on Fang Xi's face, bringing a different feeling.

After a long time, Fang Xi put down the flying sword: "Unexpectedly... the first magic weapon in my life came from Lao Maitou."

Thinking of the scene when the old Maitou took out the flying sword and fought to the death, Fang Xi couldn't help feeling secretly, and she was even more alert to herself, never to learn from the old Maitou!
He has a golden finger, so he should leave room for others in the future, and he must not risk his life just for a little profit!

"Fortunately, the Situ family joined forces with Hongye Valley to quell the riot."

Fang Xi put away the Qinghe Sword, and prepared to go to the Great Liang World tomorrow to learn how to manipulate magic weapons.

At the same time, it feels a little lighter.

Fang Xi was really displeased with the chaotic environment and turbulent hearts before.

If the riot continues, he is ready to leave Fangshi for a while to avoid disaster.

"Even now, it's not particularly safe."

Fang Xi glanced around and made a decision in her heart!

He's going to dig a hole, dig a cellar, and better prepare an escape route!

It's a big project, but it can be done slowly.

Moreover, in the future, you can choose to travel between the two worlds in the cellar!
This is also a cover.

(End of this chapter)