Yuwen Zhouyuan touched his chin and said: "Master Tong Qing, is there a trade fair in this Blood Refining Hall?"
Master Tong Qing nodded and said: "Yes, there is a large-scale trade fair every month, and people from nearby cultivators will come there. Do you want to exchange something?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded and said with a smile: "Why, you're not welcome to let me go with you? Don't worry, I have the spirit stone, I don't need you to help me get it out. By the way, I have to go to the monk city when I go to the Blood Refining Hall.
Find my disciple Yuan Zhengang."
"Okay, I'll accompany senior," Tong Qing said.
One day later, Yuwen Zhouyuan came to the Monk City and found Yuan Chenggang through the transmission of notes. At this time, the boy's cultivation had reached the seventh level of the Qi stage. Unexpectedly, Song Zihong, the mouth-eyed man, was also with him. It seemed that this boy
I followed the old man's words exactly, and I will rely on Yuan Zhengang for the rest of my life.
After the master and apprentice met and talked about their parting, Yuwen Zhouyuan asked Zhenzun Huang Yan to check Yuan Zhengang's qualifications and found that this boy was very suitable for practicing "Zhiyin Zhenjue", so he passed it on to him.
At the same time, Yuan Zhengang's extremely cold ancient treasure gun was passed on, several defensive spiritual weapons obtained after Yu Wen Zhou Yuan Sha seized the treasure, dozens of defensive and offensive spiritual talismans, and more than 20,000 spiritual stones.
As well as more than a dozen bottles of Peiyuan Pill, one bottle each of Zhuyuan Pill and Hanjiao Pill.
It can be said that Yuan Zhengang will have no more difficulties when he reaches the True Yuan stage of cultivation. After everything is done, Yuwen Zhouyuan and Yuan Zhengang bid farewell.
The Blood Refining Hall was the first dojo opened in Dongyang Cultivation World when the Blood Soul Sect invaded the Dongyang Empire. It was hosted by the founder of the Blood Soul Ancestor, Xue Lianzi. In the past few years, the Blood Soul Son successfully advanced to the real person stage. This Blood Refining Hall
The reputation in the Dongyang cultivation world suddenly became famous, and the Blood Soul Sect also changed from one real ancestor to two people, which can be said to have greatly increased its strength.
At the same time, Master Xue Lian is also the guest elder of the evil sect Demon Heart Sect, with a high status and aloof status.
It is precisely because of the existence of such a real ancestor of Xue Lian Tang that no one in the Dongyang cultivation world is willing to provoke him even if he is not a major sect.
The trade fair of the Blood Refining Hall provides a platform for many cultivators. On the first few days of each month, the Blood Refining Hall will be bustling with activity.
When there are more people, there will naturally be some friction, and it is inevitable that even people who have long-cherished dreams will fight each other when they meet. In view of this, the leader of the Blood Refining Hall, Master Xue Lian, issued a ban on fighting in the Blood Refining Hall.
Anyone inside the city is strictly prohibited from fighting.
As soon as this order came out, the entire Blood Refining Hall was in a state of silence. In addition, after Master Xue Lian made several attempts to kill two early masters of the same level of real masters, everyone who came to the Blood Refining Hall strictly abide by this prohibition on fighting.
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On this day, two rainbows flew in the sky and stopped outside the Blood Refining Hall.
One of them said: "Senior Yuwen, flying and fighting are prohibited in this Blood Refining Hall, so we can stay here."
These two people are none other than Yuwen Zhouyuan and Tong Qingzhu.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the Blood Refining Hall in front of him.
This Blood Refining Hall is actually not big. It is far from the size of a city. It is almost as if it is a town.
Standing at the gate outside the city were two disciples from the Blood Lian Hall with smiles on their faces, responsible for receiving passers-by and placing traffic signs.
Yuwen Zhouyuan used his spiritual thoughts to investigate and found that both of them were at the third level of the Zhenqi stage, two levels lower than Lord Tong Qing.
Looking at the long queue entering the city, Yuwen Zhouyuan was not in a hurry and stood at the end with Master Tong Qing.
In his spare time, Yu Wen Zhou Yuan and his spiritual mind spied on the people, and found out that everyone in front of them was at different levels of Zhenqi stage, and the highest level was only the ninth level.
After waiting for a long time, it was Yuwen Zhouyuan's turn to enter the city. At this moment, a figure suddenly flew from the sky in the distance, with a powerful aura exuding from his body. Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness was swept away, and he immediately felt deep in his heart.
I was secretly shocked. This man looked young and had a gloomy face. He was about thirty years old, but he had already reached the early stage of being a real person.
This person arrived at the city gate in an instant. With a sweep of his sleeves, a strange wind suddenly appeared. Most of the people were blown by the strange wind and involuntarily scattered around. Some people with low cultivation were even blown away.
He fell to the ground and rolled.
The same is true for Tong Qingzhu's body. If Yuwen Zhouyuan hadn't caught him, Dingren would have been pushed far away.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was also blown back a few steps. He looked at the other party coldly as usual.
The man snorted softly, stepped toward the city gate, and threw out a waist badge. The two Blood Refining Hall disciples immediately looked extremely respectful, and one of them even personally accompanied him as he walked into the city.
"What kind of cultivation level is this man? Why is he so powerful when he flicks his sleeves?" Master Tong Qing asked with envy in his eyes.
"The early stage of real life." Yuwen Zhouyuan said calmly.
At this time, it was their turn to enter. Master Tong Qing quickly stepped forward to pay two low-grade spiritual stones, and walked into the city gate with Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Master Tong Qing had obviously been here many times, and he took Yuwen Zhouyuan to an inn in the city with ease. After paying a few low-grade spiritual stones, he booked two rooms.
"There are not many spiritual stones left. I hope that the 500-year-old Polygonum multiflorum root can be sold at a good price this time. Then we will get half of it each." Tong Qingzhu smiled at Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"I don't want it, it's yours. Besides, I still have some spiritual stones." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
The two chatted for a few more words and then went back to their rooms.
Yuwen Zhouyuan sat cross-legged in the room and began to replenish his vitality that was damaged after the battle with the blood shadow.
Two hours later, Yu Wen Zhou Yuan returned to his best condition after his meritorious deeds were completed.
Yuwen Zhouyuan then took out the blood shadow's storage bag and opened it.
This Blood Shadow's net worth is quite rich. He has nearly 10,000 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones and six to seven hundred yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones. What's even better is that he actually has a top-grade magical weapon, a flying sword.
The flying sword was almost exactly the same as the flying sword that was broken by Yuwen Zhou Yuanyuan Shen's magical weapon. The only difference was that the mana fluctuation contained in the flying sword was many times stronger than the flying sword that was not damaged.
"It turns out to be an ancient treasure!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said to himself.
This ancient treasure was the spiritual weapon of the monks in ancient times, because after the owner returned to the ruins, it changed from the spiritual weapon to an ancient treasure over time.
This ancient treasure is extremely powerful, but because it contains the aura of the original owner, it is generally difficult for immortal cultivators below the true essence level to refine it. However, this does not mean that this ancient treasure cannot be used by immortal cultivators below the true essence level. They came up with a way to use it.
The method of sealing the breath of the original owner with runes can bring out one-third of the power of this ancient treasure. Even this one-third of the power is much stronger than ordinary top-grade magic weapons. Only the Yuan Shen magic weapon has a chance to compete with
A fight!
Seeing this ancient treasure, Yuwen Zhouyuan was overjoyed and hurriedly recalled the method of refining the runes. After half an hour, a light flashed in his eyes, and he struck the flying sword with both hands at the ancient treasure.
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The ancient treasure flying sword was hung in the air under Yuwen Zhouyuan's magic. Then the sword body emitted a green light and murderous aura, and then flew away from Yuwen Zhouyuan's magic control as if it was spiritual.
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Just as it rushed forward, the flying sword seemed to hit an invisible wall. It quickly turned back and rushed in another direction. After being blocked by the invisible wall several times in a row, the flying sword buzzed loudly and the tip of the sword slammed fiercely.
With a swing, he stabbed at Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Bold, you are so ignorant!" Yu Wen Zhouyuan scolded, and the magic formula in his hand more than doubled.
At the same time, Yu Wen Zhouyuan looked as usual. He patted the storage bag calmly, took out a trapping spirit talisman, and then raised his hand and threw it out. The talisman immediately turned into a golden light in the air, and then burned Yu Wen Zhouyuan's body.
Trapped in the middle with the flying sword, the ancient treasure flying sword seemed to be extremely afraid of the golden light and quickly retreated.
Yuwen Zhouyuan called with his right hand, and the golden light stopped chasing and started to wander around Yuwen Zhouyuan's body. Looking at the flying sword again, he did not dare to step forward and turned around to hit the surroundings with increasing frequency.
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't even blink. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of spiritual power. Then his Yuan Shen magic weapon, the Ice Soul Mysterious Light Sword, flew out and blocked the Ancient Treasure Flying Sword. When the Ancient Treasure Flying Sword saw the Ice Soul Mysterious Light Sword,
Then, the flying sword flashed suddenly, disappeared on the spot, and appeared at the door, about to rush out.
At this time, its color quickly changed from black to blue, its light became slightly dim, and even its buzzing sound became much weaker.
Without saying a word, Yuwen Zhouyuan pointed his right hand, and the golden light lingering outside his body immediately rushed out and caught up with Feijian in an instant.
The flying sword buzzed loudly, and under the coercion of the golden light, it slowly retreated, but soon it flashed again and disappeared from the place. When it appeared, it was already at the window.
The color also changed from blue to green in an instant. Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed, and he seemed to realize that the flying sword teleportation was obviously related to the color, and each teleportation consumed a lot of money.
"Yuwen Zhouyuan, the more spiritual the magic weapon is, the more difficult it is to be sacrificed. Even if it is an ownerless thing, it will take a lot of effort to be sacrificed and turned into one's own thing." The voice of Huang Yanzhenzhen said,
There was a long ringing sound.
Yuwen Zhouyuan squinted his eyes. This flying sword was spiritual and had the ability to teleport. The more so, the stronger his desire to sacrifice this treasure became.
Seeing that the flying sword was about to fly out of the window, Yuwen Zhouyuan had a thought in Chapter 2, and the Ice Soul Xuanguang Sword flew out like lightning, blocking the flying sword in advance. At the same time, the golden light transformed from the trapped spirit talisman quickly flew the ancient treasure away.
The sword is completely covered.
After teleporting three times, the color of the flying sword has turned into light green. Whether it is the light emitted or the sound of the sword, it can be clearly seen that it is in an extremely weak state.
At this time, the ancient treasure flying sword was covered by the golden light of the trapped spirit talisman. Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes froze, and he opened his mouth again and spat out a breath of spiritual energy, blessing it into the golden light transformed by the trapped spirit talisman. After the golden light blessed Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual energy
, the color is more vivid, and at this time, the ancient flying sword cannot escape even if it wants to.
As time passed, Feijian's struggling movements not only did not ease, but became more and more violent. The golden light of the trapped spirit talisman surrounding it slowly dissipated. Yuwen Zhouyuan gritted his teeth, took out another trapped spirit talisman and threw it out.
When the trapping spirit talisman turned into golden light and had not trapped the flying sword, he breathed out a breath of spiritual energy again, pinched the magic formula with his hand, and continued the sacrifice.
The night passed quietly, and Feijian finally showed signs of calming down. Yuwen Zhouyuan's face turned pale. During this night, he had spit out dozens of mouthfuls of spiritual energy.
Even with the Dzogchen cultivation of his True Yuan Stage and the help of the Gu Yuan Dan, he felt physically and mentally exhausted and could barely hold on.
The early morning sunlight drifted in through the window, and Yuwen Zhouyuan's sacrifice was still continuing. Feijian no longer struggled, and stopped gently in mid-air. A trace of Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual energy slowly penetrated into Feijian.
Inside.
At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression suddenly changed. Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and Tong Qingzhu's voice came from outside, "Senior Yuwen, do you want to go to the equipment store of Xueliantang with me?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath and said loudly: "Master Tong Qing, my practice is at a critical moment, you can go alone."
Master Tong Qing stood outside the door, startled, pondered a little, stopped talking, and sat cross-legged outside Yuwen Zhouyuan's room.
Yuwen Zhouyuan ignored Master Tong Qing and continued to practice the sacrifice. Time passed little by little, and night fell again. Yuwen Zhouyuan had eaten five Yuan-Guarding Pills for more than a day, but the flying sword was still not finished.
In desperation, Yuwen Zhouyuan had no choice but to ask Zhenzun Huang Yan for advice.
"Yuwen Zhouyuan, you finally know how to find me? Humph! I thought you had forgotten me. If you are willing to seclusion for three years and use a large amount of your life essence to refine this flying sword day and night, maybe
It can really be sacrificed and refined." Huang Yanzhenzhen said unhurriedly.
"Senior, are you kidding me? Just such a flying sword will take so long?" Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned and asked.