Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 882
In recent days, many monsters in the ancient desolate battlefield have suffered disasters. A monk who came from the depths of the ancient desolate battlefield bombarded them with various exercises, but he did not kill them directly, like a cat catching them. After playing like a mouse, they stopped and ignored them, but they didn't let them run away, because at the same time the monk stopped, a seventh-level monster would appear in a flash.

Also at the seventh level, the monk released by this monk is not comparable to the wild monsters in the ancient battlefield, but it is the real nightmare of many monsters. Without him, the ancient monsters that can only fight physically It was too ferocious. In just a few months, no less than ten seventh-rank monsters had died under its claws. Only if someone kept investigating, they would find out that the ancient monsters that appeared every time were not the same one. There are four monsters in total, the ancient Kui beast, the ancient Que beast, the ancient ferocious beast, and the ancient ferocious beast.

One person and four beasts is the dialect from Moyuan Ridge. Killing monsters like this is certainly not a dialect bloodthirsty, or because of the value of the monsters themselves, they searched the families of many distracted monks. Today's dialects are not lacking in spirit. Shi, he did this for the sake of getting that set of calligraphy from Emperor Zhan. There is only one word "war", but there is an infinite artistic conception in it. Fighting, wanting to gain something from the fighting.

I don't know whether this method of dialect is effective or not. It seems that in every fight, dialect will have a better understanding of the fighting spirit of the day. There is a continuation.

As for the four ancient monsters, they are the four witch spirits sealed in the stone tablet magic weapon that dialect collected from the witch ancestor's barren tomb last time, but now the dialect is not strong enough to mobilize all four witch spirits Come out, only one can be urged at a time. After being informed by several Taoist friends of the Wu clan, Dialect already knew that the strength of these witch spirits still has room for improvement, and what they needed was pure blood. The reason why the witch spirit directly devoured the body of the killed monster, if someone else might exclaim in surprise at Dialect's prodigal behavior, that he ruined the body of a seventh-level monster in such a way, in the eyes of Dialect, it is far from this idea, except for a small number of monsters. I don't care about the most precious materials that may be useful to me. If I can really raise the four monsters to the eighth level, as the Wu Clan said, I will have four monsters that are equivalent to points by my side at any time. What kind of scene is the monster of a mid-god monk, but it seems that the effect is not so obvious.

Stopping and stopping along the way, it took half a year before Fang Yan saw the peaks of the Merian Mountains soaring. As a result, otherwise, it may take several years or even longer to come out.

After a while, Fang Yan was already standing in the auction house of the City of the Emperor of War. He left behind the task of purchasing Xingji Refined Iron, so he naturally went to see how much he could get.

After a while, Fang Yan left the auction house with a slightly disappointed expression.

Leaving the auction house, Fang Yan immediately asked Taoist Hu who was in the Star Burial Robe: "Hu Taoist, how much Xingji Iron is needed to restore the Star Burial robe."

"Xingji Refined Iron? If it's the sample grade from last time, ten yuan will be enough. If it's a lower grade, it's hard to say. You got Xingji Refined Iron again? Oh, this is the city of the Emperor of War?"

In recent years, for some reason, Daoist Hu has been more enthusiastic than before, and he has been unremittingly helping Ziling refine the few unscrupulous stones. Unless the dialect is in an emergency, or the dialect's spiritual sense sends a message, he seldom Showing his figure, hearing the question in dialect at this moment, Hu Taoist realized that the surroundings were no longer the situation of the ancient battlefield, but the city of monks.

"Ten yuan? Take it first, here's a piece." Fang Yan's spiritual consciousness moved, and he threw a piece of Xingji refined iron in his hand to Taoist Hu in his body.

"It's been decades, and only one piece has been purchased? Is the current Xuanlan Realm really so barren? Xingji fine iron is not a very valuable material." Daoist Hu was surprised.

"Who knows, maybe it's because the Baizhuan Pure Infant Pill is not attractive enough, don't worry about it for now, it's really not possible, didn't the monk talk about a place that produces star-extreme fine iron back then, let's go there, just Time is urgent, and it may not be possible to collect as much as ten yuan." Fang Yan said slowly.

"As much as I can, it's been so many years, the most important thing I need is patience, not to mention as long as you are here, even if there is no star iron, the power of the star burial robe is enough to show [-]% to [-]%." Daoist Hu responded, but he was very appreciative.

"Okay, then let's stay in the City of the Emperor of War for a while. I just heard from the disciple of the auction house deacon that there is still a piece of Xingji fine iron in this auction, but I don't know the grade. , let’s go.” The dialect interface said, compared to going to that unknown place to collect it, it would take the monk more than ten years to collect one piece. Dialect doesn’t think he will be much stronger than the other party. This kind of thing is not just about strength You can do better if you are tyrannical, but more often you need luck. Now there is a lot in the auction, even if you spend some time waiting, you still know it. Besides, dialect also has some other ideas.

"It's all up to you. Well, I have to go back and look at Ziling. He has too little experience, and he will have problems if he is not careful. Buzhou stone is much more precious than Xingji fine iron." Daoist Hu shouted .

"Hu Taoist? Why do I feel that you care more than Zi Ling himself? What's going on?" Fang Yan casually asked Hu Daoren.

"En? Didn't Zi Ling tell you? He has mastered a kind of elixir formula, but it's a pity that he can only refine it after the main body magic weapon reaches the top grade." Daoist Hu responded.

"The elixir that can only be refined with high-grade spiritual tools? What kind of elixir, could it be above the eighth-grade?" Dialect said in surprise. Dialect really didn't know about this matter. Bi is already at Ziling's place, but I don't know when Ziling discovered such a pill.

"It is indeed the eighth grade, but it is for the body of the weapon spirit, and you may not be able to use it yourself." Daoist Hu actually didn't know the truth, so he could only speculate.

"The elixir used by the spirit body? Well, you go and guard the purple spirit. No matter what, it is a good thing for the Ziheng furnace to improve its quality." Hearing Hu Daoren's words, Fang Yan shook his head, and after passing an order , and no longer pay attention to himself, the subordinate of the magic weapon.

Since we have to wait for the auction to be held, it is natural to find a place to settle down. The dialect who left the auction house did not go directly towards the inn, but walked along the long street to a shop opposite the central arena. , A moment later, a masked monk stepped out of the shop again and headed towards the opposite central arena gate.

This kind of masked cultivator is very common. In just a moment, nearly a hundred people are in the same situation. Even the mask looks the same. Most of these people are unwilling to show their true faces, but want A monk who gambles in the central arena.

Along with a group of monks, the masked dialect also stepped into the central arena. The dialect is no stranger to the central arena. It was from here that the red bald Du Tianye Luoyue began to have ties, and Wu Wentian It was also here that they met and fought each other, and eventually became one of the few friends he had in the Xuanlan Domain, but the dialect only came to this arena that time, and the only bet was with Taoist Wentian. He has a fighting formation cultivation base, but he has never experienced a real gambling fight in this arena. I remember that Daoist Hu still wanted to make himself a lottery here.

Sweeping around, Fang Yan walked to the front of several monks in charge on the left, and quickly received a number plate, and then Fang Yan walked towards a fighting platform, which was at this time There was a pair of Nascent Soul cultivators fighting on it, and it was a time when you were coming and going. Looking at the aura of the two on the stage, Fang Yan nodded slightly, and then walked towards a deacon disciple on the side of the stage.

"Later arrange for me to fight with these two monk winners."

"Okay, here's the number plate." The deacon disciple glanced at Fang Yan, and immediately responded, and then took the number plate handed by Fang Yan.

(End of this chapter)