Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 417 Nascent Soul Gathering
The civet beast is a very rare beast in the cultivation world. It is somewhat similar to Ji Feng's elephant-nosed dolphin, but it is much higher in rank than the elephant-nosed dolphin. It can reach the fourth rank after adulthood. Many monks like to find it as a beast. Soul pet.

Every monk who owns a civet beast is a rich man, because they can find genius treasures that other monks cannot find. The reason is that their spiritual pet civet beast has a much more sensitive nose than monks of the same rank. , they can detect places that monks cannot detect.

However, the civet beast in front of him is not yet an adult, and the inner alchemy still circulates in his body, which is far from the stage of transformation. Even after transformation, Fang Yan doesn't think it can see through his universe pot.

If my body shape was discovered last time, it was said that it was the credit of this civet beast, dialect would believe it, but if this immature civet beast wanted to see through my own pot of heaven and earth, dialect would never believe it, it was its transformation After that, it will not be more powerful than the great monks, otherwise, the civet beast will not just be the spiritual pet favored by low-level monks.

Seeing the dialect's expression, Shi Feng really panicked: "Senior, it was really the civet that sensed it."

"Well, even if you were sensed by the civet, you can't just forget about your following me." Fang Yan seemed to have given up on pursuing the matter, but said something that shocked Shi Feng.

It's just that the current situation is not as good as others. Facing the dialect whose cultivation base is far higher than his own, Shi Feng dared not speak out, so he could only ask in a soft voice: "Sir, just tell me what you have to say."

"Don't pretend to be so pitiful, take this jade slip and help me find the spiritual grass in it." Fang Yan casually threw a jade slip to Shi Feng.

After Shi Feng took the jade slip, his consciousness swept away, and he immediately wailed: "Senior, this?"

"I won't let you suffer, as long as you find one of these spirit herbs, I'll give you a pill, promise, that's it." Fang Yan handed Shi Feng another jade bottle.

"Ah?" Shi Feng yelled again, but this time it was a pleasantly surprised voice. The dialect gave him a third-order elixir to calm the mind. After taking a sip, Shi Feng felt that his spirit seemed to have improved a little. .

Dialects are just medicines used to replenish the soul, but in Shi Feng's eyes, they have become a holy product for cultivation. Not everyone is like dialects. In the Jindan stage, there are souls of Yuanying level for him to refine. Planting elixir is very useful for many monks in the late stage of golden elixir and even the early stage of Yuanying. On the embedded blue star, the elixir of this rank is already the top elixir. It is not something that ordinary monks can easily obtain.

Shi Feng didn't feel any embarrassment about the jade slips that dialect handed over. Instead, he asked, "Senior, do you only need these spirit herbs? Do you want anything else? As long as you need it, I will definitely find it for you."

"You dare to take care of everything. If you can't find it, give me that treasure on your body?" Fang Yan asked dumbfounded when he saw this.

When Shi Feng heard Fang Yan's words, he immediately stopped talking, but he couldn't bear to let go of the jade bottle he was holding.

"These three are my deposit. If I can get all the spirit herbs inside, I have something better for you." Fang Yan threw out another sentence when he left, and left in a hurry .

Shi Feng still couldn't believe it. He didn't pay anything, so he first got a bottle of three precious pills. If these three pills were held at the auction in the past two days, one pill could buy dozens of spiritual pills. Shi, is still top-quality, that person gave it to himself so reassuringly?
After a while, Shi Feng, who had recovered, put away the pills. He also understood that the other party's cultivation base was superb at this moment, and he was not afraid of playing any tricks. Seeing the expression on that person when he took it out, he knew that these three elixirs looked like treasures to him, but they were just ordinary elixirs to the other party.

Who is this person? What scares Shi Feng even more is that the other party has clearly noticed another treasure on his body. Many monks who are familiar with Shi Feng know that Shi Feng has an extremely sensitive civet beast, but no one I know, in fact, the reason why Shi Feng finds good things repeatedly is not really relying on the civet beast, but relying on something else.

Today, a person saw it. Although he didn't say it clearly, Shi Feng knew that the other party saw it. If it was in the past, Shi Feng would definitely not stay for a while, but what the person did just now made Shi Feng hesitate. Much higher than himself, although fighting is strictly prohibited in Redstone City, if a high-ranking monk wants to take something, these rules are far from binding, but the other party didn't have the slightest intention of this, and instead gave him a bottle of valuable medicine.

After Shi Feng rolled his eyes a few times, he seemed hesitant to help a mysterious high-ranking monk collect these spirit herbs. It is said that these spirit herbs are not of high grade, but some of them need some effort , Shi Feng thought for a while, took out the jade bottle he had just put away, looked at it, and then made his own decision.

Shi Feng is a smart person, and he didn't worry about Shi Feng's decision when he left Shi Feng's dialect. He had already seen that kind of scene at the auction just now. The monks in the middle and even later stages of Dan looted.

What else is there on Shi Feng, Fang Yan doesn't want to ask, every monk has his own secret, unless the other party provokes him, Fang Yan has no habit of prying into other people's privacy, just relying on that civet beast, he can also use what he needs As long as the spirit grass materials can be found, Fang Yan doesn't mind giving Shi Feng something better than the calming pill.

Instead of wandering around the streets, Fang Yan returned directly to his current residence. With Shi Feng, Fang Yan did not intend to try his luck at the Gold Core Cultivator Auction again. Even if there is, Shi Feng will definitely buy it for himself.

However, Shi Feng can't find higher-level things. Only when the Nascent Soul cultivator gathers, Fang Yan finds out the invitation token and takes a look. If I am a soul, I need to condense a little more, and at the same time, I need to refine a few more furnaces of calming pills.

More than ten days later, Fang Yan stepped out of the secret room, put away the formation, left the courtyard, and walked towards the north of Hongshi City. When he came out, he was no longer Fang Yan's original face, but a monk with a sallow complexion.

There is Nantou Mountain in the south of Hongshi City, and Beitou Mountain in the north. Unlike Nantou Mountain where scattered cultivators and low-level monks live together, Beitou Mountain is the place where Zongmen monks and high-level monks live together in Hongshi City. The real ruler, the branch of the Haoran Sect, is also on Beitou Mountain.

The destination of Fang Yan's trip was Beitou Mountain. After a short time, Fang Yan walked to a tall building, Haoran Building.

A monk saw the dialect walking straight towards the gate where he was standing, and stopped in front: "This fellow Taoist, we don't accept foreigners here today, please forgive me, if you need anything, you can Go to the front building to buy and sell."

Fang Yan looked at the late Jindan monk in front of him, then took out the invitation token and handed it over.

Those who can have the invitation order must be above the Nascent Soul. This Jindan cultivator was originally here to welcome the seniors who came to the gathering. Seeing the invitation order, the monk immediately changed his expression: "So it is Senior is here. Excuse me for my poor eyesight, this way please." Immediately, he turned around and led the dialect to walk inward.

Dialect didn't speak, and the Jindan cultivator didn't speak too much. He just briefly explained the surrounding situation to Dialect. After a short time, he led Dialect through several layers of restrictions and came to a door.

"Senior, this is where all the seniors gather. This junior can only send the senior here." The Jindan cultivator bowed his hands and retreated.

Dialect picked up the invitation token, input a stream of mana, and instantly a wave shot through the portal, and then a passage appeared in front of his eyes. Through the passage, Dialect realized that there were already many monks inside, not all of them were the breath of Nascent Soul, but there were also some of them. The lack of golden core breath, but I don't know if it is the younger generation brought by the monk Nascent Soul, or if he has restrained the breath like himself, it should be both.

Dialect stepped into the passage, and saw a circle of more than a dozen monks, men and women, old and young, tall, short, fat and thin, each sitting cross-legged on a futon, and there were several golden men standing behind them. Friar Dan.

At the same time, Dao Dao's spiritual sense swept over, as if he wanted to see through the whole body of the dialect, but the dialect didn't care, and walked in.

"This fellow Taoist, please sit down as you please, and it will start in half an hour." A middle-aged monk with a round face in Tsing Yi saw a little doubt in his eyes when he saw the dialect coming in, but he didn't ask too much. , is the guest.

This place is just a gathering of Nascent Soul monks, as long as they can bring out suitable things, even the host will not care who is coming to participate, and many monks who issued the invitation may not necessarily come by themselves, or friends, Or the same door, although the dialect is unfamiliar, it is not too eye-catching.

Dialect knew his own affairs, there was no acquaintance here, even the invitation came halfway, and he didn't talk to everyone, just found an empty seat and sat down, waiting for the fair to start later.

Coming here, Dialect naturally wants to buy several high-level materials, so as to increase the rank of his magic weapon. After the Tao Miasma Armor is improved, Dialect will not only improve his defense, but most importantly, he can try The interstellar teleportation array that spans farther, needless to say the Dawu Sword Array, as for the Heavenly Soul Chess Array, dialect does not have that ability, even now it can only be activated, and there is no hope for refining and improving its power. The technique of the distracted monk is not a dialect that can be learned casually.

And there is another hope that I can buy a starry sky flying escape magic weapon. I was almost trapped on Tairan last time, which made Dialect feel a little scared now. If I can buy a starry sky flying escape magic weapon, even if I encounter it again In that case, I would not be hopeless.

However, the quality of this starry sky flying escape magic weapon is not low, the worst is above the spirit weapon, and there are very few sellers. The most important thing is that it is extremely difficult to refine the starry sky flying escape magic weapon. The core material Xingyun Refined iron is extremely rare, otherwise, with the cultivation base of Cang Dao and Lu Nanzi, how could they not want to refine one after being trapped in Blue Star for so many years.

After dialect sat down, he closed his eyes and ignored the surrounding things, just quietly waiting for the arrival of the trade fair.

But I didn't expect that several spiritual senses were still hovering over me. When I entered the door, it was just a matter of habit for everyone to probe.

Fang Yan was displeased, he had no enemies, but he didn't want to be probed like this, these several spiritual senses were extremely weak, especially one of them, Fang Yan only noticed a trace after careful sensing, the monks who cultivated in the early stage of Nascent Soul were extremely weak. Hard to find.

Dialect has refined a lot of pure monster souls, and the souls have been condensed far beyond the same level. It's just that there are so many spiritual probes, and dialect doesn't want to find them one by one. Shake away all these divine senses that are probing yourself, and then close your eyes and ignore it.

The masters of these breaths didn't seem to have expected that Dialect, a young monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, would dare to act like this. For a moment, his surprised and surprised eyes glanced at Dialect, but seeing Dialect with his eyes closed, he was quite helpless with a punch in the cotton. The feeling of exertion.

Soon, someone came in from the portal again, and the hearty voice of the middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi came to mind again.

Fang Yan noticed that the spiritual consciousness of the monks around him flocked to the two monks who just came in at the same time, more than the ones who glanced at him before, and he no longer cared about what happened to him before.

It's just that the dialect still doesn't understand why these Nascent Soul monks are like this. They are also Nascent Soul monks, even if they investigate normally, they seldom do so. If it wasn't here, it would be normal to fight immediately.

Among these probing auras, Fang Yan sensed the most secret aura of spiritual consciousness before, and then followed this aura of spiritual consciousness, and saw a middle-aged monk standing beside the middle-aged monk who had just greeted him The young monk, with a thin face, was dressed in brown clothes, with a bun on his head, and a hairpin on it that gave off faint fluctuations, which turned out to be a rare magic weapon to improve spiritual consciousness.

At the same time that Fang Yan found the master of his spiritual consciousness, the thin young man withdrew his spiritual consciousness. Fang Yan only saw him whispering a few times to the middle-aged monk beside him, as if he was reporting something, and then saw the middle-aged monk After shaking his head slightly, he spoke loudly again. It turned out that two monks came in at the entrance.

What happened afterwards made the dialect feel quite interesting. Everyone who came in had to be checked by the people here. Most people checked at will. Among them, there were only three divine senses, but they were every monk who would come in. Checked everything out.

In addition to the thin young man among the three, there was also a thin old man with wrinkled face and even an ebony cane in his hand. The last one was a beautiful woman in colorful clothes, Gu Pansheng Hui, a trace of charm was inadvertently revealed in the eyes.

In terms of cultivation, except for a few golden elixir followers, none of the monks here is worse than Fang Yan, and there are two more. Dialect has sensed a profound and indescribable feeling from them. No, even if the two of them are not distracted, I am afraid they have reached the extreme of the Nascent Soul Stage.

Dialect knows that he can sense these three auras, and those people whose cultivation base is much higher than him must be able to detect it, maybe they are also exploring the surroundings. The dialect is not arrogant enough to compete with the monks of the late Yuanying stage for their spiritual consciousness, and these people cannot sense it even if they release their spiritual consciousness in dialect.

The dialect doesn't care about other people's affairs. After guessing who these people seem to be looking for, they settle down. They will never have anything to do with themselves. Although Luo Chi and Xue Ran had some ties, they must have not provoked other Nascent Soul cultivators, and the few people who were far away from the Great Soul Star, Fang Yan didn't think they would be able to influence this place.

Finally, after a bald monk came in, Fang Yan saw the presiding middle-aged monk wave his hand, and several restrictions appeared in front of the portal, completely sealing off the place.

The trade fair was about to start, and Fang Yan noticed that those people seemed a little bit disappointed, especially the thin young man with undisguised disappointment in his eyes.

"Dear friends, thank you for coming to my Haoran Pavilion. Some of you know me, and some are new to me. Here, let me introduce myself first. I, You Meng, the head of the Red Stone City of the Haoran School, this is mine. Junior Brother Leng Fei. I think this is not the first time for all of you to participate in similar opportunities. I won’t talk about redundant rules. There is only one rule. You can’t threaten with force here. Everyone only trades with the items in your hand. If you violate this rule, He is the enemy of my Hao Ranzong."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged monk You Meng still had a smile on his face, and he didn't show a trace of sternness. Also, no one dared to openly offend the power of the Haoran Sect. Except for the Haoran Sect, no one would openly disrupt this kind of monk gathering. rule.

"Everyone, I won't say much about the unnecessary things. Individuals, please take out the things you want to trade, and at the same time talk about the items you need. You, let's start first, and you have the right to throw bricks and attract jade." While speaking, You Meng body A transparent jade bottle appeared in front of him, and a drop of azure blue was suspended in it.

Before the dialect could investigate, he heard gasps from around him: "Extreme Ice Flame? Is this Extreme Ice Flame?"

Extreme ice flame?I haven't seen the dialect before, but the name of Ji Bingyan is astonishing. Like the Lihuo collected by the dialect, Jibingyan is also a kind of real fire, but it is much higher than Lihuo, and it is much more difficult. If you can Refining and controlling an extremely ice flame will have many incredible benefits.

Fang Yan naturally wanted such a treasure, but just looking at the eagerness in the eyes of the many monks around him, Fang Yan knew that it would be difficult for him to obtain this drop of Extreme Ice Flame.

"Friends of the Daoist circle, it is indeed extremely ice flame. Although this flame is good, it is not very suitable for you. If that fellow Taoist can produce a real flame of the same level, you can come and have a look." You Meng said to everyone. His reaction was expected, and he didn't procrastinate, and he quickly stated his conditions.

Hearing You Meng's conditions, everyone's enthusiasm is not so high. It's true that Jibingyan is high-level, but it doesn't have much advantage compared to other real fires of the same level. Even after refining, unless there are special exercises , If you want to activate this real fire, it will not be more powerful than other real fires. If Youmeng wants other magic weapon materials, it's okay, but it's not worth it to exchange real fires of the same level.

After Fang Yan heard the words, his heart moved, and he immediately searched for all the information about Jibingyan in his mind.

(End of this chapter)