Old Taoist Yuan Qing had a lot of things. If you counted them in detail, there were hundreds of them. When the Yin Corpse took out those things, Lin Qiulu couldn't believe her eyes. Why did the Yin Corpse treat Qin Yifan like this after not seeing each other for a few days?
He obeyed his words and even brought out so many things without any shortage?
"Qingxin whisk, a good thing." Lin Qiulu took the old Taoist whisk that had a section of dust cut off, nodded in admiration, and was heartbroken over the section cut off by Qin Yifan. It seems that people are not exempt from vulgarity, and their life and death were threatened at that time.
When I was young, I didn't realize how cute this thing was, and I wished I could cut it into pieces. But now that I'm holding it in my hand, I feel a little regretful about that knife.
Good things are good things, but Lin Qiulu didn't keep them. Although Qin Yifan had made it clear that he would take whatever he wanted, but this was obviously for people outside the party or the father-in-laws in the palace, and Lin Qiulu didn't want to take it.
Swaggering hands.
"Kunlun black blood jade, Tianshan ice silk, tempered by Yin fire for seventy-seven and forty-nine days, both are ice things, and tempered by Yin fire, they themselves have the effect of calming the mind, and then Yuan Qing was beaten every day
The old Taoist has held it in his hand and used it for who knows how many years, warming it with spiritual power from time to time, and it has already surpassed the original fourth-grade magic weapon. Especially the concentration effect, it is even more rare."
Qin Yifan casually took the old Taoist's fly whisk, played with it for a moment, and handed it to the Yin Corpse: "Take it and play with it!" He didn't feel like seeing a rare treasure at all, and abandoned it like a pair of shoes: "But, you really don't want it? Yes?
With it in hand, maybe I can get used to the vicious atmosphere here sooner."
It's not that Qin Yifan doesn't know what he's doing. Firstly, it's awkward for Qin Yifan to hold a whisk. Secondly, the so-called concentration effect is basically dispensable for Qin Yifan. The old man's ability to stay here for so long is not directly related to this whisk, but
, ultimately lost to the brother in the lake, still injured.
The most important thing is that even if Qin Yifan has any brilliant magic weapon in his hand, it is impossible to use it. Now, he is still outside the threshold of Taoism, unable to enter, and holding it will be a waste of natural resources.
Lin Qiulu watched the Inferi take the fly whisk without any expression, but there was no trace of disappointment on her face: "Using foreign objects is always the inferior choice. I feel that the time to temper my flying sword is too short, there is no time.
Use this thing."
Although Lin Qiulu said it lightly, Qin Yifan became interested: "You said this thing is of the fourth grade, how do you distinguish the grade of the magic weapon you use?"
"Generally speaking, they are distinguished based on the compatibility between the materials used and the owner. If calculated strictly, they should also be distinguished according to functions. Most magic weapons have combat functions that focus on attack or defense, but a small number of magic weapons are purely
It is a magic weapon for enjoyment. You really have no way to determine how powerful it will be in battle. For example, this." As he said this, he reached out and took out a bright bead from the pile of things and took it.
In front of Qin Yifan.
A bead the size of a baby's fist, perfectly round and naturally emitting waves of light, but it was too bright to see clearly. Qin Yifan stretched out his hand to take it, and felt a sense of coolness in his hand: "What is this?"
"The so-called Bichen Night Pearl is spotless within a radius of one foot. And at night it emits a light that is even brighter than a full moon night, enough for people to read and write. In addition, this thing has another benefit, Zhang Xu
Inside, it's cool and comfortable, and there are no mosquito bites. Isn't it a comfortable magic weapon for pampering?" Lin Qiulu was not surprised at all to find any exotic treasures. This thing is really of little use to cultivators like them, I guess.
Taoist Yuan Qing must have collected it after seeing its value!
"Is the fourth level considered high or low? How high can your flying sword reach?" Qin Yifan still doesn't understand how this level is calculated. After all, he has not come into contact with many things from cultivators, so it is normal.
"Fourth rank, for people like us, should be considered high!" Lin Qiulu said a little self-deprecatingly: "My flying sword is only the middle to upper level of third rank. If nothing happens, I can rise to fourth rank within two or three years."
Taste."
For Qin Yifan, he still didn't know whether the fourth grade was high or low, but since Lin Qiulu was so self-deprecating, he thought it wouldn't be very high. But he seemed determined to ask the question, and continued to ask: "The highest grade is
How high?"
"The highest?" Lin Qiulu looked at Qin Yifan and didn't understand why he had to ask this question, but she still replied: "I don't know, the highest-grade weapon I have ever heard of is the purple and green swords of Shushan. That should be
Thirty-sixth grade. As for whether there is a higher one, I don’t know, and my master can’t tell.”
"How long will it take for your flying sword to reach level 36?" Qin Yifan stood over there and asked seemingly casually.
"Promoted to the thirty-sixth rank? How is it possible?" Lin Qiulu was surprised when she heard Qin Yifan's words, and immediately shook her head.
"Impossible? Why?" Qin Yifan looked down at Lin Qiulu and asked again.
"..." Lin Qiulu didn't know how to answer Qin Yifan, but she always felt that her idea was correct: "Thirty-sixth grade, how is it possible?"
"I don't even want the magic weapon of Concentration. I said I have to rely on myself. Now I am faced with a magic weapon of my own that can be upgraded to a higher level, but I don't even dare to think about it?" For some reason, Qin Yifan's words were suddenly harsh and even a bit shocking.
Lin Qiulu was shocked, as if she had been enlightened, and she suddenly understood: "Yes, I don't even dare to think about it. Why can't I think about it? Although my flying sword is only at the third level, as long as I work hard, I can one day rise to the level.
To the thirty-sixth grade."
When she looked at Qin Yifan again, Lin Qiulu's eyes were no longer confused and unconfident, replaced by a cheerfulness that seemed to turn the clouds and see the sun. Qin Yifan's words made her understand that she had been too indulged in the glory of her predecessors.
, treating those legendary things as a gap that you can never cross. Things that should have been just a role model or a goal to surpass have become obstacles to your progress. As a cultivator, such a mentality is simply unacceptable.
.
Qin Yifan, as if he had never done anything, casually picked out what looked like a flying sword from the pile of things and handed it to Lin Qiulu: "Take a good look at what this is." Then he swept it away.
Dui: "There are quite a lot of things, and I'm quite busy!"