"Haha, Fellow Daoist Ling is joking. This is just an inner ring map of the City of Dawn. How dare I pretend to accept Fellow Daoist's spirit stone?" Shui Lingling's big eyes were full of charm, and there was a faint pink fragrance.
It emanated from the body of this charming young woman.
For a moment, Ling Chen was in a trance. The corners of his eyes unconsciously moved to the shopkeeper's plump and perky chest. A snow-white ravine shook Ling Chen's entire mind.
Ling Chen's eyes gradually lost sight of him, and he looked straight at the beautiful white deep ravine on Mei Niang's chest——
"Fellow Daoist Ling? Fellow Daoist Ling?" Mei Niang smiled brightly, but she felt suspicious in her heart. She obviously didn't use much power. Logically speaking, it would make Ling Chen feel dazed for a while at most. Why was the reaction so big? Could it be that this kid in front of her was really
A colorful embryo?
Looking at Ling Chen's fascinated eyes, Mei Niang knew that she was playing a big game, and it would be bad if word spread about it and ruined her store's reputation.
In the past, Mei Niang always flirted with the monks who came and went, flirted with her, played with ambiguity, etc., but she didn't think she would go too far. Most regular customers of the shop also knew that the proprietress of this shop was mature and charming.
He has mastered the art of bewitching with ease, and coupled with the coquettish charm of the proprietress, it has indeed attracted many casual practitioners to frequent this shop.
Mei Niang withdrew her charm skills and saw Ling Chen putting his hands on the counter, looking empty-hearted. She called out twice, but there was no response?
In desperation, Mei Niang stretched out her hands and shook them in front of Ling Chen, hoping to awaken Ling Chen who was confused.
"Click"
The right hand that had just been stretched out suddenly felt a strong force, and was firmly grasped by a strong arm. Then, the cold and stern eyes under the dark pupils in front of her looked directly at her, and Mei Niang was unable to react for a moment.
, looking blankly at the expressionless Ling Chen.
"Ling... Fellow Daoist Ling...".
Interrupt the boss lady.
"Haha, the skills practiced by the landlady are indeed profound." Holding her silky wrist tightly, her dark pupils obscured by her long black hair, she coldly approached Mei Niang and whispered.
Smelling the masculine breath of the man in front of her, Mei Niang was stunned.
"Uh." Mei Niang was stunned by the sharp eyes. She suddenly realized that deep in the dark pupils of the young man in front of her, there was a coldness and experience that was inconsistent with his apparent age.
"Fellow Daoist...Fellow Daoist is joking..." Hao's wrist was held, and Mei Niang moved her eyes away from Ling Chen, her expression slightly changing.
"How many spirit stones?" Ling Chen looked indifferently at the person who was so close but somewhat evasive.
"Five...five low-grade spiritual stones." Mei Niang's right hand was held by a strong force, and a stream of hot fire spiritual power came from the gradually imprisoned arm, which made her white wrist feel a little...
The redness and swelling made her quickly spit out the unit price of the map.
"Thanks"
With a thought, five low-grade spiritual stones appeared on the counter, a flash of black energy, and the map on the counter disappeared——————————
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Seeing the back of this young man in simple linen clothes slowly disappearing at the top of the stairs, Mei Niang rubbed her slightly red and swollen wrist with her left hand. The charming spring light in her eyes had long been hidden, and only the corners of her mouth were left to murmur to herself:
"Forging monk...
An hour later, in front of a second-floor inn located at a busy intersection in the north of the city, a young man wearing linen clothes and carrying a sword greeted him.
Looking up at the sky corresponding to the wine flag that said "Laifu Inn", the night was about to fall, and the young man with a sword on his back stepped into this inn that was specially designed to receive various casual cultivators and sect disciples.
As soon as I stepped into the inn, I saw a neat waiter in a green half-armed short sleeves carrying a pastry teapot, running between the tables and chairs in the lobby on the first floor, cutting tea and placing pastries, a series of actions that seemed natural.
The inn has two floors, facing south and facing north. On the right side of the door are several screens with dancing dragons and phoenixes. The whole inn does not look like an ordinary inn with oil stains and dirt. On the light desks, there are either tea or soft things.
Delicious pastries, a bit otherworldly.
On the right was the counter. Ling Chen looked at the few sparse tables of customers in the lobby on the first floor, sipping tea and chatting, and then walked straight to the counter.
"Shopkeeper, a guest room." Ling Chen looked at the thin old man in white.
"Senior, how long will you stay here?"
"Two or three days"
"Two low-grade spiritual stones." The shopkeeper respectfully handed Ling Chen a wooden plaque engraved with "Tianzi No. 11".
After delivering the spirit stone, Ling Chen was led up the stairs to the side by a capable waiter.
Go up to the second floor. There are guest rooms on the left and right sides of the corridor, where ordinary guests live. The upstairs is all private rooms. After going up the stairs from left to right, you will be called from the first to the last number in Tianzi from left to right...
Some super large inns have stands when you go up the stairs and turn right, but this Laifu Inn is obviously not a super large inn. It can even be said to be small. Ling Chen came to Room No. 11 at the end of the corridor and waved away.
Waiter, step into the door!
"Creak" accompanied by the sound of the door closing, a fiery red communication talisman flew out and instantly rushed into a private room on the second floor.
Ling Chen, who was sitting between the beds with his eyes closed, took advantage of this spare time and raised his hand to sign a small prohibition in front of the inn door to isolate some unnecessary troubles, and then took out the new storage bag
That sparkling silver ball of light.
According to the speculation in his heart, Ling Chen always felt that this silver ball of light was better than the jade tube that Su Mu got from the Sunset Gate, because it could break the barrier that even the old man in gray could not open.
Of course, the premise is that the old man in gray clothes did not use this silver ball of light to break the ban. Perhaps he was afraid of the white-haired man's intimidation. After all, the scene of the white-haired man killing two of his men with force still shocked the gray clothes.
The old man did not dare to take out the silver ball of light.
Looking carefully at the silver ball emitting silver light? Ling Chen was confused.
The oval silver ball of light resembles a wooden scoop, but the silver light it emits and the invisible deep white light on the surface make it a little different from the wooden scoop.
No matter how much demonic energy Ling Chen poured into the silver ball, the silver ball emitting silver light remained indifferent, lying quietly between Ling Chen's palms.
He frowned slightly and thought for a long time. Ling Chen didn't realize the mystery of this silver ball of light. Unable to figure it out, he simply gave up thinking and put the silver ball back into his storage bag. A stone shield talisman appeared again in Ling Chen's right hand.
, his mind sank into the stone shield talisman, he cast a spiritual spell, and Ling Chen directly attached the stone shield talisman to his chest.
In times of danger, the activated stone shield talisman will quickly form a huge stone shield in front of its owner when faced with danger, and it has amazing defensive power.
After the stone shield talisman is activated, it can almost save the monk from death. The hearts of the black world are sinister. No one knows that he will be plotted by others at the next moment. What Ling Chen wants to do is to strengthen his defense as much as possible.
Although the physique of a body-forging monk is extremely tough, having this low-level stone shield talisman is equivalent to an extra layer of protection for life. It doesn't matter if the stone shield talisman is rare. It is nothing to one's own safety. These
He can still clearly weigh the gains and losses.
After doing all this, Ling Chen took out a black palm-sized token again. He always felt that the existence of this black token would bring unnecessary trouble to himself, but Ling Chen didn't know what the specific trouble was.
Anyway, from the moment Su Mu handed these black tokens to herself, this feeling existed vaguely.
Throw away?
But I felt it was inappropriate, so I thought about it for a while, and decided to keep it since it was fine. I might as well keep it as a good thing in the future.
Finally, after filtering out those shining middle-grade spirit stones, Ling Chen no longer felt as excited as before when he faced the spirit stones. The old man in gray clothes could not be said to be a famous strong man in the black world, and he carried so many good things with him.
Strong men in the black world generally have their own caves. Except for some monks with strong self-discipline and self-cultivation who will carry real treasures with them, most monks in the black world will place important treasures in secret caves. If Ling Chen were to let Ling Chen
When he learned that the old man in gray had much more than that, he didn't know how he would feel in his heart.
Looking at the gray hazy space of the storage bag, three spiritual weapons with great auras were hanging in it. Ling Chen was really excited in his heart. Those were mortal realm 'spiritual weapons'.
Affected by the fluctuations of spiritual energy, Ling Chen felt excited in his heart.
Although the spiritual soldiers of these mortal monks cannot be melted into their main spiritual soldiers, they can also greatly enhance their combat effectiveness as auxiliary spiritual soldiers.
His mind stirred up the spirit weapon in the storage bag, and Ling Chen took out a diamond-shaped long bow-shaped spirit weapon for sacrifice.
With his current level of cultivation, it would be very difficult to refine this mortal realm spiritual weapon. However, precisely because this is a mortal realm spiritual weapon, even though it is difficult, once it is refined, it can become a pretty good one.
Assisting the spiritual soldiers, even assisting Ling Chen all the way to the mortal realm.
If it is a spiritual weapon above the psychic realm, with Ling Chen's cultivation at the peak of spiritual gathering, it would be fine if it is not counterattacked by the spiritual weapon. Sacrifice is simply a dream.
A trace of demonic energy overflowed from the body, and there was a steady stream of warmth. He held a mortal realm spirit weapon in the middle of the room. Gradually, large beads of sweat dripped down Ling Chen's forehead. The demonic energy was overflowed by the mortal realm spirit weapon.
The spiritual energy blocked it and completely repulsed Ling Chen's aura. The distracted spirit he probed did not sense the slightest aura from this spiritual weapon. It was like a hard-to-gnaw bone that could not be broken and could not be used by him.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, the raging demonic energy in his body surged out again, turning into a roaring sea, rushing towards the brilliant mortal realm spiritual soldiers. The breaths of two different spiritual energies intertwined in the air, fighting, and interacting with each other.
Devouring.
It was so difficult at the beginning, I really don’t know how long it will take to practice?
Just when Ling Chen gritted his teeth and persisted, the demonic sword behind his back also leaked out a trace of demonic energy and poured into the mortal realm spiritual weapon that was fiercely resisting in the air, helping Ling Chen to refine this powerful mortal realm spiritual weapon.
Ling Chen was shocked. As his cultivation level increased, he found that the magic sword behind him became more and more powerful. Vaguely, Ling Chen's mind and the magic sword had become one, which meant that the magic sword
He has become Ling Chen's main spiritual soldier. He has never done anything, and his mind has never been able to practice this magic sword. He just recognized his master in such a confused way?
You must know that the master spirit weapon recognition ceremony in the black world is very complicated. Sometimes it may even require the master's natal essence and blood to draw the inertia of the spirit soldier, in order to successfully recognize the master and become the only master spirit weapon in the monk's life.
Perhaps, from the moment he got it, this magic sword that had stood at the Sunset Gate for endless years had already recognized its owner. Ling Chen could only comfort himself in this far-fetched way——
Although he couldn't believe it, Ling Chen was still a little worried. After all, this was a magic sword. Is it good or bad to become his main spiritual weapon?
When refining spiritual weapons, multi-tasking is most taboo, as this will most likely lead to coordination between the spiritual weapons and oneself.
Without thinking so much, with the support of the demonic energy infused by the demonic sword, Ling Chen's mind finally opened up the protective aura of the mortal realm spiritual weapon, and felt the original aura of this spiritual weapon————
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It takes a long time to refining a spiritual weapon, especially to refine an auxiliary spiritual weapon that is higher than your own. The higher the level of the spiritual weapon, the longer it will take and you will also encounter various backlashes from the spiritual weapon.
It is difficult for those with weak willpower to cultivate a spiritual weapon of a higher level than themselves.
Black demonic energy took Ling Chen's mind and sank into this mortal realm spiritual weapon.
Slowly becoming familiar with its structure... growth... the casting materials, and even some past events of the previous owner were recorded deep in its origin by this spiritual weapon. Ling Chen was like a time reader, reading it carefully.
Holding the vague memory of this spiritual weapon.
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"Whoosh"
A red talisman shot into the room, triggering a simple ban in the room, and also awakened Ling Chen who was refining the spiritual weapon.
"Why are the memories that I clearly remember so hard that I forget them without a trace as soon as I wake up?"
Ling Chen, who was interrupted from refining the spirit weapon, was talking to himself, and looked up at the open vermilion window. He found that the streets were already decorated with lights, and the sound of a lively night market came through the window.
Open the messenger!
Chaoyue was already waiting in the hall downstairs with two fellow Taoists. Ling Chen waved his hand, and the shimmering long bow was held tightly in his hands. He pulled the bow with all his strength. Although the sacrifice was not completed, this bow
The spirit soldiers no longer reject Ling Chen as they did before.
After packing his storage bag and tightening the long sword behind his back, Ling Chen swept away the ban and walked along the stairs...
Looking at the lively hall in the evening, more than a dozen wooden tables were all occupied by monks of all kinds and casual cultivators. They could not use their spiritual sense to detect in the city, but from the pressure of spiritual energy emanating from them, Ling Chen found that none of these people had arrived.
The monks in the mortal realm are at most two levels higher than him, at the peak of spiritual gathering.
Along the way, I saw Chaoyue's smiling face leaping up to greet Ling Chen in the crowd. With a slight smile, Ling Chen strode towards Chaoyue's wooden table.
Huh? Why is this person so familiar? Ling Chen approached the wooden table, and a thin back figure with dark pupils appeared in his sight...
The thin back figure was dressed in green clothes. He leaned on the wooden table with his hands and cracked fragrant papaya seeds, making a crisp sound of breaking the shells. However, among the chatter and laughter of most of the monks around him, this sound was not noticeable.
Gradually...
Ling Chen opened his pupils wide, and an image of a talented and handsome man who won over the weak emerged in his mind.
Chaoyue sat opposite the thin back, smiled at Ling Chen, and motioned for him to hurry over.
Ignoring the transcendent look, the back of the scholar in Ling Chen's mind gradually merged with the thin back in front of him?
While munching on fragrant melon seeds, the thin back was chatting with the man in green on the right. He didn't seem to feel that there was a person standing behind him.
Opening his pupils wide, he was surprised to find that the figure behind him was Su Mu. Suddenly! Ling Chen's face was filled with a haze.
The two of them had a unpleasant quarrel before, but now that he was standing behind her, Ling Chen wanted to go back to the guest room, but he really didn't want to meet this difficult scholar.
"Fellow Daoist Ling, why are you hesitating? Come here quickly." At this moment, Chaoyue looked at the changing expression on Ling Chen's face and couldn't help but say.
It was precisely because of this sound that the thin figure who was chatting with the man in green turned his head curiously, wanting to see if Fellow Daoist Ling, who was traveling with him this time, was as powerful as he said.
"Um..." The melon seeds that were put into the small mouth became suspicious. The fair and handsome face that reminded people of a scholar showed a startled expression. Su Mu looked straight at Ling Chen.
Ling Chen also had a gloomy face, looking straight at him expressionlessly, his dark pupils emitting a faint and fascinating light.
"This..." Chaoyue and the man in green on the side looked at this scene and were also stunned?