Medicine door witch

Chapter 1761 Entering the Heaven Realm (8)

Ling Luo's heart skipped a beat.

In the human world, the high-level source stone that warriors flock to, but in the fairy world, it is just a broken stone that lacks spiritual energy.

"What about this?"

Ling Luo thought for a while, and took out another piece of Shenyuan.

When Ling Weiyang saw the divine source, his eyes lit up immediately, and he said: "This is a spirit stone with a lot of aura, even among low-grade spirit stones, it can be regarded as high-quality."

Ling Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately fortunately.

She still has a lot of such gods.

If she was really empty-handed and entered the Xiangang Xiaohui where casual cultivators and peripheral disciples gathered, it would be really embarrassing.

"Hehe, this time I came to participate in the fairy gang meeting, and I brought a dozen low-level flying talismans, a dozen low-level thunder spirit talismans, ten low-level flow fire pills, and the wings of the first-level monster Tianjue Zichan. A pair, elementary exercises..."

Obviously, Ling Weiyang is a young man who likes to show off, once he heard that Ling Luo didn't bring anything, he happily started to show off how many materials he had brought.

Ling Luo was a little speechless.

It seems that the IQ of the people in the heavens is not much higher than that of the people in the mortal world.The bad roots that should be there are really not lost at all.

"Miss Ling, hehe, you won't dislike me for being long-winded, right? When I was in the family, I rarely found such easy-to-talk friends."

Ling Luo became more and more speechless.

She just said a few words to him. This little boy is really not ordinary, so he started to call her a friend.

"The Immortal Gang Meeting is only held every five years, and it's specially prepared for those of us juniors in the Immortal Realm."

Finally, when Ling Luo's ears were about to callus, the two finally arrived.

Appearing in front of you is a towering bluestone gate like a palace, on which the four big characters "Xiangang Xiaohui" are engraved with gold-plated typing, and the dragons and phoenixes dance like dragons.

Just after entering the gate, all you can see are rows of street stalls set up by god cultivators, bustling like a market.

At a glance, there are some spiritual practitioners in their teens and twenties, and they are very young, none of them are over 30 years old.

It seems that what Ling Weiyang said is right, this is indeed a grand event for the juniors.

Although this young man seemed a little careless, Ling Luo did get a lot of reliable information from him.

"Weiyang, why did you come here?"

A stern and old voice came from the opposite side.

Ling Luo raised her head, and saw an old man in purple clothes with white beard and hair head on. The old man's eye sockets were sunken, and the wrinkled skin on his face was piled up.

"Uncle Three!"

When Ling Weiyang saw the old man in purple, a happy smile appeared on his round face.

He stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the purple-clothed old man, and said, "My nephew is lost. If it weren't for the help of Miss Ling, I might not be able to find Xiangang Mountain."

Ling Weiyang introduced Ling Luo to the old man in purple very attentively.

The old man in purple squinted his deep-set eyes slightly, looked Ling Luo up and down with an almost scrutinizing gaze, and said: "This girl has already cultivated to the eighth level of life mark at a young age, which is not easy."

With a formulaic smile on Ling Luo's face, he said, "Senior, it's just a coincidence."

"Miss Ling, this is my third uncle, one of the stewards of the Qionghua faction, and he and the seniors of the other factions are co-managing this Xiangang meeting." Ling Weiyang said excitedly, her voice full of A sense of superiority.

(End of this chapter)