Grassroots Immortality

After leaving Cangmang Treasure Pavilion, Lin Xian also stayed in the market and did not leave.

Three days passed in a flash.

Three days later, Lin Xian came to Cangmang Treasure Pavilion again.

On the third floor, the old man was smiling, holding a large piece of Gengjin in his hand, enough for Lin Xian to refine two soul-devouring mirrors, and there should be some left.

Seeing Gengjin, Lin Xian couldn't help showing his joy, and the old man also looked proud.

The transaction process was extremely smooth. For a business like Cangmang Treasure Pavilion, reputation is their life, and they certainly won't do anything that damages their reputation.

Thinking that he could refine two soul-devouring mirrors again, Lin Xian also sighed in his heart that this trip to the market was not in vain.

He bought Gengjin as he wished, which was beyond Lin Xian's expectations.

I thought I was just trying my luck, but I didn't expect to buy a large piece of Gengjin.

After leaving Cangmang Treasure Pavilion, Lin Xian didn't stay in the market any more.

Instead, he walked straight out of the market. After leaving the restricted airspace of the market, Lin Xian also set up a light and flew away at a high speed.

Half an hour after Lin Xian flew away from Qingshan Market, a cultivator appeared in Lin Xian's consciousness.

At this moment, the cultivator was chasing him at a very fast speed.

Lin Xian sneered and thought, there are really no rules in this world of immortal cultivation. Strength determines everything.

Even a business like Cangmang Baoge is not immune to this.

The cultivator followed him, and the purpose was self-evident.

If you say that this cultivator has nothing to do with Cangmang Baoge, no one would believe it.

Lin Xian spent 10 million spirit stones to buy Gengjin this time, and there were only more than 10 million spirit stones left in his storage bag.

All the spirit stones for selling spiritual medicines were only this much.

Feeling that the cultivator behind was getting closer and closer, Lin Xian also began to look for a suitable place.

Lin Xian already knew the cultivator behind him, but he was only in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

It would be easy for him to kill him.

However, if the other party wanted to rob, kill people and steal treasures, he had to find a suitable place for him.

The cultivator behind him did not speed up after keeping a fixed distance from Lin Xian.

He probably knew that if he went forward, he would be noticed by Lin Xian.

Little did he know that Lin Xian's consciousness was stronger than his, and before he found Lin Xian, Lin Xian had already discovered him.

The other party was not in a hurry to take action, probably because he felt that the position was not suitable.

Watching Lin Xian flying towards the deep mountains and old forests, the cultivator also showed a cruel smile on his face, and at the same time, he also accelerated the speed of flying.

When the cultivator behind him approached again, Lin Xian also acted as if he had discovered the other party.

He began to increase his speed, constantly changing his route, and began to fly towards those remote places.

Lin Xian obviously looked like he was desperate, which made the cultivator behind him feel very happy.

He enjoyed the feeling of cat playing with mouse.

The monk behind Lin Xian was still approaching steadily, but it was not certain who was the cat and who was the mouse.

When the monk entered Lin Xian's sight, Lin Xian had also chosen a burial place for him.

There were many mountains and towering ancient trees here.

There was no one and no buildings within a radius of 260 miles, except for the mountains.

Lin Xian flew into the stone forest, and the monk behind him sneered. He had locked Lin Xian and could not escape at all.

In the eyes of the monk, Lin Xian's intention was obviously to take advantage of the special terrain here to fish in troubled waters and escape.

But how could he know that Lin Xian was just choosing a cemetery for him.

After entering the stone forest, after dozens of breaths, Lin Xian finally stopped and the whole person was suspended in the air.

The monk behind him finally came to a place dozens of feet away from Lin Xian.

Lin Xian had a blank expression on his face and looked at the monk opposite coldly.

He said without any emotion: "Daoyou have been following me. I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

The cultivator on the opposite side had a face full of sarcasm and laughed, "I see that Daoyou looks rich and noble, so I came here in a hurry. I just want to borrow some spirit stones from Daoyou. I am really short of money recently."

Looking at the other party's half-smile, Lin Xian still had no expression on his face, but he sighed in his heart that in the end, the world of cultivation still had to rely on strength to speak, and there were no rules at all.

If he was not strong enough this time, he would definitely fall here, and his strength was better than the other party, so he could control the other party's life and death.

"Oh, Daoyou, since Daoyou has come from afar, it would be unreasonable if I didn't lend you some spirit stones. I wonder how many spirit stones you need to borrow before you are willing to leave?"

Lin Xian stared at the other party and asked lightly.

"Since Daoyou is so generous, I won't be polite. Daoyou just need to hand over the storage bag to me, and Daoyou can leave on your own."

The cultivator looked playful, and seemed to enjoy the feeling of cat playing with mouse.

However, he didn't know that the mouse was just himself, and the monk opposite was a hidden cat, a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Oh? Then I have to thank you, fellow Taoist. Can I use this ring to replace the storage bag?"

After Lin Xian finished speaking, he naturally took a ring from his finger.

The ring was shining with gold and looked extraordinary.

When the monk saw the ring, his pupils shrank. Of course, he had recognized this ancient treasure.

The monk opened his mouth and spit out a dragon head cane.

The dragon head cane also shone with golden light, emitting amazing mana fluctuations.

This is the life magic weapon of this cultivator. Although the style is a bit strange, it feels that the power should be very good.

At this moment, Lin Xian has also driven the ancient treasure of Ruyi Ring. The ring has turned into a golden ring several feet in size and smashed towards the cultivator on the opposite side.

As soon as both sides made a move, they sacrificed the most powerful magic weapon.

After seeing the ancient treasure, the cultivator did not feel happy, but a bad feeling arose.

The other party's performance seemed too calm, and there was no fear of falling at all.

Although he didn't know whether the other party had any trump cards, the ancient treasure alone was already difficult for him to deal with.

The golden ring and the golden cane collided in the air, and while the golden light was shining, there was also a sound of metal collision.

The dragon head cane was hit by the Ruyi Ring and a dent was made, and at the same time, some small cracks appeared.

There was no trace left on the Ruyi Ring, and it was still shining with golden light.

The first time the two magic weapons clashed, the superiority was immediately determined. The cultivator was extremely distressed to see his life-saving magic weapon damaged.

Now the middle-stage Jindan cultivator had already begun to think about retreating, but he was ultimately caught in a dilemma.