Watching the three people leaving, Wu Feng did not stop. He flickered and flew straight along the forest. Not long after, he saw a majestic city standing in the distance. The city walls were towering, as if formed by the collapse of a mountain peak, and tigers were perched on the edge of the forest.
Wu Feng's eyes flashed, and he changed his cheek bones, and soon he looked like a burly man. Then he took off his robes and summoned a ball of fire to burn it all.
He released his spiritual thoughts and scanned his whole body, including every hair. Suddenly, he saw a wisp of light blue breath from a hair under his neck.
With a thought, Wu Feng quickly picked out the light cyan aura and destroyed it with a pinch of his palm.
After doing this, Wu Feng changed into a set of brown robes. The color of this robe matched his burly appearance. At first glance, he was just a rough and arrogant cultivator.
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Thousands of miles away.
Two rays of light, one green and one red, flashed through the sky, turning the clouds and mist into a white line. Suddenly, the green light stopped, revealing the figure inside, which was the royal elder.
His face became a little ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Damn little bastard, you actually discovered the spiritual imprint!"
The red figure stopped, it was another royal elder. He was surprised and said: "No, your method is so secretive, how could he know it? And your spiritual imprint requires at least the consciousness of the late Earth Immortal to be aware of it.
Is his consciousness so strong?"
"He has comprehended the three realms and has greatly refined his spiritual consciousness. He should have the spiritual consciousness of the late Earth Immortal. If this little brat falls into my hands one day, I will crush him to ashes!" The royal elder gritted his teeth and said,
He originally planned to ask the immortals to take action as soon as he returned to the palace. He could even see Wu Feng's stunned expression at that time.
However, this sweet dream was broken, and he felt itchy with hatred.
"What now?"
"Go back to the palace first. He must have changed his appearance and aura. Then we will ask the powerful immortals to rely on the Dharma Body to see if we can deduce his location. If not, we will spread the news about the Tree of Life and let the people in the immortal world
Someone come and kill him!"
"That's the only way it can be. No matter what, this son must be eliminated, otherwise it will be too detrimental to our Dong Tang Dynasty."
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Wu Feng entered the city, grabbed a young man and asked, "What is this city called?"
The young man was very impatient and was about to get angry, but when he saw Wu Feng's rough and arrogant appearance, he still endured it and hummed: "It's called Dongfeng City."
Wu Feng nodded and let go of him. According to his memory, Dongfeng City should be a small city to the north of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, close to the border, and a little further away is the Molin Dynasty.
Wu Feng went directly to the magic weapon shop in the city. When a fat middle-aged man behind the counter saw him, he immediately came up to him with a smile and said: "Young Master, you are here to see magic weapons. Do you want a magic weapon or a spiritual weapon?"
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Wu Feng frowned and said, "Do you have any treasures?"
The fat middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he said happily: "Yes, sir, please follow me to the third floor." He took the lead and walked away.
Wu Feng followed behind and looked around. There were many magic weapons here.
The obese middle-aged man led the way, secretly admiring his own vision. When Wu Feng entered the store, he felt that Wu Feng was not an ordinary ghost immortal monk. Although he only had the strength of the Qi Entrainment Realm, he could not see Wu Feng's cultivation.
, but he has seen many strong men, and Wu Feng has a temperament in him that is rarely possessed by strong men and immortals.
——Profound, confident and indifferent.
Coming to the third floor, there is a crystal-like counter with more than a dozen treasures placed on it. They are all palm-sized, very exquisite, and of different types, such as flying knives, flying swords, round shields, pagodas, whips...
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On this counter, there are three defensive third-level treasure formations. Even a powerful immortal would need a stick of incense to break them open.
"What kind do you like, young master?" the fat boss said with a genuine smile.
Wu Feng glanced at it and frowned: "Is there a 'Tao Sword'?"
"Tao sword?" The fat boss was startled, "Are you talking about that top-notch alternative treasure? The level it displays based on the strength of the Tao that the caster understands?"
"good."
The fat boss gave Wu Feng a strange look, but didn't say anything. Even a powerful Earth Immortal must be treated with caution, "We have Dao swords, please wait a moment."
Taoist swords are very special treasures.
Generally, treasures are divided into low-grade, medium-grade, top-grade, and top-grade. These are all destined to death when they are cast. However, Tao swords are judged based on the Tao realm of the owner. If they fall into the hands of a person with a poor Tao realm, this
Taoist swords are the lowest treasures.
If it falls into the hands of someone with a very strong Taoist realm, it will be a top-notch treasure!
A strong immortal who uses a Dao sword can almost bring the power of the Dao sword to the top level, even a semi-divine weapon!
The price of Taoist swords is usually calculated based on top-quality treasures, so few people buy them. Only people who are very confident in themselves will use Taoist swords.
Most of the earthly immortals have at most a small level of Tao understanding. It would be good if they could use the Tao sword to exert the power of a mid-grade treasure. No fool would spend the price of a top-grade treasure to buy a mid-grade one.
Treasure.
It is said that this sword was made by a genius blacksmith on a whim. Because the materials used to forge the Dao sword were too expensive, the price had to be set high. As a result, almost no one cared about the Dao sword, and few people used it anymore.
Forged.
The fat boss happened to have a handful in stock, which he had kept for hundreds of years, but he never expected to sell them.
Wu Feng's eyes lit up slightly as he looked at the flying sword in the fat boss's hand. This flying sword was two fingers wide and six inches long. It had a dark black blade with strange formations engraved on the surface and contained ordinary treasures.
There is a trace of Taoism that the utensils do not possess!
Wu Feng picked it up and touched it. The Tao sword was very light, just like air.
"How many spirit stones?" Wu Feng said without raising his head.
"Twenty million." The fat boss said honestly: "This price is already the lowest for top-quality treasures."
Wu Feng smiled and said: "Fifteen million spirit stones, if you want to sell them, I will buy them. If you don't want to sell them, forget it." After saying that, he put the Dao sword directly back into the hands of the fat boss without any nostalgia.
The fat boss was stunned for a moment, wondering: "This..."
Wu Feng turned around and left.
"Hey, wait." The fat boss saw Wu Feng's decisiveness in leaving. Although he knew that it was probably an exercise, he still said with a grimace: "Okay, one thousand and five, one thousand and five."
Wu Feng patted the storage ring, took out fifteen million spirit stones from it and put it into a low-level storage bag, threw it to the fat boss, grabbed the Dao sword in his hand, and left directly.
The fat boss quickly opened the storage bag, counted the spiritual stones with a sweep of his consciousness, and then breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face. Although he sold fifteen million spiritual stones, he still made five million!