Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 306 Visiting an Old Friend

Fang Yan noticed the eyes of everyone, and he didn't take it seriously. In fact, it wasn't that Fang Yan detected something that others didn't know. To find out the origin of this thing, how can a mere Jindan cultivator in dialect be able to find out.

Of course, Fang Yan is not someone who randomly exchanges the soul of a monster for useless things. Fang Yan has already refined a portion of the soul of a monster, so he is naturally clear about the energy contained in it. Although he almost had an oolong just now, this has not changed Dialect's opinion on this jade talisman.

What made Dialect make a decision was something in his Qiankun Pot, which suddenly fluctuated just now. This thing was the sticky thing that Dialect got when he returned to the cultivation world.

Dialect has never known what this sticky thing is. Dialect has thought of various ways to find out the origin of this ball, and asked other people, but no one can say one, two, three. Just treat it as a strange object and keep throwing it in the Qiankun Pot.

But I didn't expect that here, this sticky thing that is not afraid of magic attacks and real fire has a movement. The items in the passage between the two worlds have never been underestimated in dialects, and they finally reacted. How could I miss it.

But this is definitely not a good place for research. After putting this jade talisman into the Qiankun Pot, Fang Yan continued to stand behind Jiuhuan Daoist, admiring the high-level items around him.

It's no different from his apprentice organization. After the treasure appraising meeting, even Feizi prepared a lot of spirit fruit and spirit wine to entertain everyone. His aura is about to burst out, and good things are not for everyone to enjoy.

The Nascent Soul cultivator’s discussion is not as casual as that of the Golden Core cultivator. After listening to it for a long time, the dialect realized that the Treasure Appreciation Conference is only one day, why these Nascent Soul cultivators are willing to spend a few days or even ten days to gather here , After the meeting, communication is the main thing.

One has to practice hard all the way, but it is difficult to achieve great results if one concentrates on hard work behind closed doors. Even if brothers and sisters of the same sect communicate with each other, there are various barriers. Each sect and even casual cultivators have their own strengths. Communicate with peers from the outside world and learn from each other's strengths It is essential, and the Nascent Soul Gathering right now is such an exchange meeting.

The people's discussion did not avoid the Jindan cultivators, after all, what they can bring is to increase their knowledge, and when everyone discusses, no one will take out the things they have kept in the bottom of the box, and they are not afraid of others listening.

This has already made the dialect overjoyed. The discussion of the people has no specific content. Cultivation, alchemy, weapon refining, and talisman making are almost what they want to say, and they will make debates from time to time. I understood a little something about cultivation.

Every great Nascent Soul cultivator has something he is good at. It’s not that Brother Jiuhuan, the old man, and Brother Xing didn’t give good guidance before, but there are many things. Dialect is in it, and he never thought of asking for advice. He only heard other people discussing , only to realize that I can improve a lot. If it weren't for this place, Dialect would like to try it out immediately to verify the words of several Yuanying seniors.

The time of the discussion passed quickly, and the dialect has not been felt yet. Seven days have passed, and several Nascent Soul monks all stood up contentedly, said goodbye and left.

In the end, only Daoist Jiuhuan, Fufengpo, and Taoist Lian Feizi, the owner of this place, remained.

Seeing Brother Jiu Huan get up, Fang Yan also stood up, but heard his voice: "Fang Yan, it will take some time for my brother to go back. How about you stay on this white moth island for a few days?"

"Brother, is there anything else?"

"Well, Fellow Daoist Lian Feizi invited me to a place, but it's not suitable for you."

It turned out to be like this. Dialect thought about it for a while. He didn't know the way when he came here. When he came back, he didn't have to worry about it. Hearing what brother Jiu Huan meant, he must be going to investigate a high-level cave or something like that. It is not certain when I will come back. Although Lian Feizi and Brother Jiuhuan seem to have a good relationship, it is inconvenient for me to stay here. You can make a turn on the road.

"Brother, if you have something to do, do it first, I won't stay here, just because I have something to go."

After hearing the words of the dialect, Master Jiu Huan also thought about it for a while. He was a little embarrassed about this kind of thing. He brought it out by himself, but he couldn't bring it back. But thinking of the dialect's Liu Guangyi and his various means, As long as the Nascent Soul cultivator is not provoked, there will be no major troubles.

"Okay, since this is the case, you can go back, take it, this is a talisman, in case of accidents." Jiuhuan real person said and took out a jade talisman and handed it to the dialect. The fluctuations on it showed that it was Yuan Refined by infant monks.

The Nascent Soul Talisman is a good thing, equivalent to half a Nascent Soul cultivator, and you don't need to think about your own mana, as long as you push it a little, it will work. How can Dialect refuse such a good thing.

Lian Feizi was a little puzzled that Master Jiuhuan valued dialects so much, but he still arranged for his disciple Lin Yuntian to send dialects out of the island.

"Friend Daoist Yan, there will be a period later."

"Friend Daoist Lin, there will be a period later, please come back."

After handcuffing and saying goodbye, Fang Yan set up his flying sword and fled to the distance. After leaving Baichen Island for thousands of miles, Fang Yan raised his streamer wings, and a stream of light flashed by. Dialect was already a million miles away.

Fang Yan took out a jade talisman, penetrated it with his spiritual sense, and confirmed his position. After a little adjustment, another stream of light flashed by.

Yueming Mountain is an insignificant hill in the mountains, and even its name is only recently. It is surrounded by deserted wilderness within [-] miles, lacking spiritual energy, not to mention monks, and there are not many monsters. , let alone mortals.

There is a hollow cave in the middle of this wild Yueming mountain. The outside is desolate, but here is full of vitality. A mountain spring gushes out from the ground. Around the spring, flowers, plants and trees fill half of the space. There are many small birds flying in it, chirping and chirping, which is very pleasant to the ear, but they are all low-level spirit beasts and spirit grass, with only a faint aura in them.

On one side of the cave, behind a formation, is a secret room, which is the place where the aura is rich. A monk is meditating and practicing, and strands of pure aura slowly seep out from the ground where he sits cross-legged. Entering his body with tricks, along with the flow of magic power in the body, a blood-colored figure transformed into an illusion, standing on the top of this person's head, revealing bursts of evil spirit, indescribably fierce.

Not far from this secret room, there is another grotto, which is not covered, but is shrouded in a black mist. The situation in it is not clear, only a vague figure can be seen in it, and the black mist is not It kept rolling, like a beast roaring.

All of a sudden, the movement in the two secret rooms stopped, and after a short while, two figures flashed out.

"Hei Hu, that kid from Dialect is here."

"That's right, you received it too. Let's go out and meet this kid. Last time you said that he is very powerful, comparable to you and me. I want to see what level this kid has reached."

It turns out that this is the training ground that Xue Daheihu found. Who are these two people if they are not Xuelingtian Heihu.

"Haha, brother Fang, give me a punch." As soon as he left the cave, Heihu saw the dialect in the air, and laughed loudly, but his hands were merciless, and he punched him hard.

Fang Yan, who had just passed Xiang Feidun, sensed Hei Hu's intentions, Fang Yan smiled, and raised his fist to meet Hei Hu without giving way.

With a bang, the fists of the two hit together, and a wave quickly spread out in all directions. The surrounding clouds scattered and disappeared in no time. Kacha Kacha broke.

After the blow, the two figures were instantly sent flying in two directions, and they stopped after several tens of feet.

After backing away, the black tiger secretly circulated his magic power for a circle, recovered his numb right arm, and flew towards the two people in the air: "Brother Fang, it's not bad, no wonder you are under the arrest of several major sects." Take it easy."

"Brother Heihu, I have no choice but to fight back when they didn't take the initiative to recruit me, but he is a sect, so he can't suffer."

"Okay, don't talk about this, go to Brother Fang and go to my elder brother's cave to see, it's better than yours." Xue Da pulled his dialect and fled towards the Yueming Mountain.

The three of them went underground, and after a burst of space fluctuations, Fang Yan saw the cave where the bloody black tiger and the two were practicing.

"Boss Blood, is this the place you're talking about?" Fang Yan looked at the situation in front of him with some surprise, the aura is stronger than here even in Tianguixu.

"Haha, you'll know if you come with me." Xue Da laughed, and led Fang Yan to the secret room where he had just practiced.

"Well, it's pretty much the same here, huh? It turned out to be a rare metallic aura. The two bosses, I'm afraid they can't stand the erosion of this aura." After Fang Yan entered the secret room, he realized that there is still heaven and earth in the cave. It is the real cave.

"That's right, this aura is extremely pure. Even at the late stage of Jindan, the meridians may not be able to withstand his continuous erosion, but it's just right for the two of us to take turns practicing." Heihu said from the side.

"That's right. The spirit lock array outside is wonderful. A monk can easily pass through it, but it's hard to reveal the spirit energy. That's right."

After looking around for a while, the three finally sat down.

Dialect stopped laughing and asked, "Boss Blood, Brother Heihu, I think you two seem to have been wounded for a long time? What's going on?"

When they first met, Fang Yan could see that there was something wrong with both of them, but it was not serious, but it took a long time.

"Brother's eyesight is poisonous enough, but it's nothing. We are both recovering soon, and we blame the gold-type aura. If there are other auras in this cave, it should be fine. As for the injury, let the blood boss tell you .” After Hei Hu said a few words, he still pushed the matter to Xue Da.

"Brother Fang, remember the evil formation I mentioned last time?"

(End of this chapter)