Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 920 Ready to go
After listening to Xing Wuwu's words, Fang Yan also smiled slightly, and then moved his hands slightly, and formation runes flashed out, and instantly submerged into Xing Wuwu's right arm.

Originally, he also knew that the dialect had a lot of research on the formation. Looking at these runes, Xing Wuwu realized that the improvement of the dialect was not only in the cultivation base, but also the cultivation base of the formation. The runes have infinite mysteries, and after careful inspection, one can actually feel a trace of the original breath of the formation that is close to the trajectory of the heavenly path.

After a short time, the dialect took over the exercises.

"Is that all right?" Xing Wuwu once again probed his divine sense into the meridians of his right arm, and there was more breath in the faint imprint before. The faint imprint completely covered it up, and then Xing Wuwu received a formula from the dialect in his consciousness, which was the formula to unlock the seal of this formation.

"Unless the opponent is within a hundred miles, is it impossible for a distracted cultivator to sense it? Brother Xing, let's recover at ease. There are still some materials here. When you have time, try to refine them into the Jagged Battle Banner." Among them, maybe that magic weapon is not as bad as Big Brother Xing thinks.” Dialect has a strong confidence in his array arrangement, and seeing that Xing Wuyi is still exploring, he immediately opened his mouth and said. The extremely refined iron was handed out.

"Is this Xingji fine iron? Brother, you actually have such a material? Dialect, this is too precious." Xing, who withdrew his consciousness, had no intention of seeing a piece of black iron the size of a thumb in his hand and exclaimed, but he recognized it In addition to the origin of this material, in the eyes of Daoist Hu, Xingji fine iron is just an ordinary high-grade material, but in the eyes of Xing Wuwu, it is already a supreme spiritual thing. Xing Wuwu, who was not too polite with the dialect, hesitated at this time up.

"Brother Xing just put it away, maybe you still have to figure it out with me."

"Okay, then I'll accept it. With this piece of Xingji fine iron, the iron-blooded banner will surely regain its former power." Hearing the fake anger in the dialect, Xing Wuwu no longer hesitated, and immediately Said loudly.

"I don't want to disturb Brother Xing. Brother Xing has recovered. If there is anything you need, Brother Xing will send a message." As he spoke, Fang Yan was about to exit the secret room.

"Dialect? When are you going to do it?" Xing Wuwu suddenly remembered what he said earlier, and asked.

"At least we have to wait until Brother Xing recovers completely. Brother Xing is indispensable. We need to plan carefully for this matter. If we want to do it, we can't do it on our Embedded Blue Star." body left.

Only Xing Wuwu was left alone and laughed a few times: "Haha, well, I can recover in less than a year in the secret realm, and I will also go to see the power of the distracted monk."

Back in his secret room, Dialect sat down cross-legged, but his face showed contemplation again. In fact, there were some things he hadn't mentioned to Xing unintentionally just now. When he activated the rune to seal the mark, Fangyan noticed that A hint of familiarity.

It's just that this familiar smell made Dialect a little surprised, it was actually somewhat similar to the breath of Qi Weiwei who had a feud with him at the beginning and died in his hands in the end.

Qi Weiwei was so dead that she couldn't die any more. Her body, soul, and Nascent Soul were all wiped out by the dialect, but the dialect had guessed that Qi Weiwei might be the clone of a certain distracted and powerful monk, but she couldn't. Confirmed, if encountering a similar aura again now, it will make the dialect think a little more. If this is the case, I am afraid that the distracted cultivator is not aiming at Xingwu, but is most likely aimed at himself. As for the reason Whether it is destroying his Nascent Soul Dzogchen avatar by himself, or the top-grade spiritual weapon, the five-color spiritual armor is enough, but the dialect does not know the other party, but how can he contact himself from Xing Wuwu? The hands of the descendants of the Nascent Soul.

After thinking for a long time, Dialect was still not sure which of the several possibilities he was thinking about was the truth, then he shook his head and stopped thinking about it, no matter what it was, as long as he didn’t provoke him, if he really provoked him, now Dialect is not afraid at all , even if he is a distracted mid-stage cultivator.

The days have returned to the peace and comfort of the past, and in the blink of an eye, several months later, it has been more than two years in the secret realm of the cave mansion. On this day, Fang Yan suddenly heard Xing Wuwu's joyful voice, and couldn't help smiling.

"Dialect, as you expected, it can't be repaired in a few months, but it's not in vain for me to spend so much effort, haha, the Jagged Battle Banner has regained its former power."

Following the sound of the words, Xing Wuyi's figure also floated in, holding a large flag in his hand, and as Xing Wuxin's hands moved slightly, waves of majestic fighting spirit flashed immediately.

"Okay, Brother Xing, put it away." Dialect now doesn't value a middle-grade spiritual weapon, but he knows how much a magic weapon means to a monk. The look of joy after the power was restored was also happy for him.

"It's still thanks to your piece of Xingji refined iron." Urging his own magic weapon, Xing Wuwu showed a satisfied look on his face, and did not forget to thank him for his vigorous dialect. If it was not Xingji refined iron, it was Xing Wuwu's refining skills are extraordinary, and it is difficult to achieve what he has now. The middle-grade spiritual weapon that was thought to be difficult to recover is now completely recovered, and it is even a little stronger. No wonder Xing Wuwu is so happy.

"Don't say these words." Fang Yan waved his hand and said, now that the star burial robe has been restored, and the extra Xingji fine iron is no longer as precious as it was in the eyes of dialect, let alone it was used by Xing unintentionally.

"Hehe, okay, let's stop talking, Fang Yan, I'm here to ask you if we can go out now." After hearing Fang Yan's words, he was not embarrassed at all, and asked Fang Yan after putting away the iron-blooded battle flag .

"Brother Xing is very anxious. Could it be that Brother Xing wants to make gestures with other distracted monks?" Fang Yan said with a smile.

"Forget about the distracted monks. If they are like you, even if two middle-grade spiritual weapons explode themselves, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape. It's better to leave it to you to deal with them. However, those people in the late Yuanying period, I would rather Let's play with them again." Xing Wuwu said.

When I first saw Cang Dao and power, whether it was Xing Wuwu, Jiuhuan Daoist or Huanyue Taoist, they were all shocked by the unrivaled aura. In addition to the various rumors about the distracted cultivator, they have not been able to do it for many years. I dared to offend the slightest bit, but later, with the improvement of my own strength and knowledge, and knowing that Cang Daoyu was still in the mid-term cultivation base of distraction, although I was still cautious about the monks of distraction, I didn't have the original anxiety , at least for early-stage monks who are distracted, they no longer look up to them.

However, everyone is a person who has experienced the world, and they will not provoke the distracted monk at will to verify their guesses. Now that the dialect is very familiar with the distracted monk, how can they not seize the opportunity? From asking for advice in words at the beginning, it came naturally to hands-on discussion.

For this kind of thing, dialect will certainly not refuse. If you go to the Xuanlan domain in the future, I don't know how many distracted monks, and my brothers can't rely on themselves to take care of them all the time. After all, they still have to rely on their own strength.

After some gestures, several people knew the strength of the distracted cultivator, but it also gave them the idea that the distracted cultivator was invincible again, which made the dialect very speechless. Although it was said a few times that others might not have such strength, Everyone is still the same, and the dialect is no longer talking. It is not good to brag that you can compete with the mid-stage monks who are distracted. There is no harm in doing this now. Heart, as for the true strength of the monks in the early stage of distraction, they will naturally know the truth after experiencing it a few more times in the future.

Hearing Xing Wuwu's words at this time, Fang Yan chuckled and stopped mentioning the matter again: "In a few days, I still have some things that I haven't prepared."

"Alright, I'll go out and buy some things too." Xing Wuwu also said.

The dialect understands Xing Wuwu's thoughts, knowing that he is not willing to use the elixir he gave him, but he doesn't try to persuade him. The elder brothers are not relying on other people's temperament, but the dialect still said: "Brother Xing, if In order to replenish the elixir of mana and consciousness, Brother Xing has to go back to your original cave, and some spiritual spring water will be enough."

Xing Wuyi has been in the Mangsha cave ever since he came back, and he didn't know there was a change in his cave, but when he heard the words in dialect, he was slightly taken aback.

(End of this chapter)