Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Dao Zi Two Hundred Years Ago
The nine-story foundation building can be formed at any time.
Moreover, with such a mental imprint, wouldn’t it be invincible if you face Wang Li?
This seems absolutely unfair, but this is the cruel reality.
Zhou Bufan entered Haoyu City.
The golden light in his body was converging, and all the monks saw his true appearance clearly.
This is a young man wearing a golden robe.
He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and his face looked very young.
His face looked immature, but it could not be described as elegant, because there was always a warlike look on his face, and he seemed to be excited to provoke others at any time.
Especially at this time, the war had just ended, and his face was full of hostility, which formed a strong conflict with his originally tender face.
He is not tall, and even looks a little thin.
The golden robe he was wearing was covered with centipede-shaped runes, and blood was constantly dripping from the runes.
He had obviously used his true energy too violently. The gushing of the true energy exceeded his own limit. He was covered with cracks all over his body, and blood kept oozing out of his skin, but he didn't care at all.
He went directly to the first-grade pavilion in Haoyu City, which specially issued a reward. As long as the monk who could provide the exact trace of Wang Li, he would reward the ten spiritual sources. If he could provide the exact trace and successfully block Wang Li's monk, he would reward him.
Three different sources.
He entered several businesses that specifically hired casual cultivators in succession, and directly took out a large number of spiritual sand, asking these businesses to hire casual cultivators to inquire about information.
He was openly polite and did not hide his own conduct at all.
Next, I went directly to the most famous Yujiufang in Haoyu City.
The winery is a winery specializing in the spiritual winery in Haoyu City. Although it is not like Dongtian Xiaoyin, a female cultivator dances, drinks and sleeps, the spiritual wine made of various spiritual flowers and medicines is very flavorful.
, not only has various magical ideas, but also can greatly stimulate the monk's perception and another level of pleasure.
The business of Jiuyufang is excellent and is famous throughout the eastern edge of the four continents. After nightfall, it is full. However, Zhou Bufan did not line up and entered Jiuyufang directly.
He took a fancy to a seat by the window, walked over and said to the three monks sitting there, "I want this seat."
"Fellow Daoist Zhou!" A shopkeeper of Jieyufang immediately appeared and said respectfully: "It's not that he intentionally neglect Jieyufang, but that Haoyucheng and Jieyufang have rules to be determined."
"That's your rule, not mine." Zhou Bufan was extremely arrogant and looked at the shopkeeper and sneered, "Do you want to offend me?"
The shopkeeper and his eyes were a little bit together, and he was speechless.
Zhou Bufan's eyes then fell on the three monks with angry faces, and sneered: "Do you want to offend me? Do you want me to remember you?"
The three monks gritted their teeth, hesitated for a moment, and left the table without saying anything.
“Clean it.”
Zhou Bufan sat down carelessly and said, "I will give me all your famous spiritual wines."
The shopkeeper was helpless, but he still reminded in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, the rules of Haoyu City are the Three Saints..."
"Of course I know that the Three Saints' Laws cannot be violated, and I cannot fight in such a fairy city-state." Zhou Bufan laughed, his tender face was full of rebelliousness and jokes: "But who dares to offend me unless he will never
Leave this city.”
“What to see?”
His eyes flew over some monks in the winery who glared at him, "Do you want to offend me? Believe it or not, I will remember you, and you will dig up all your eyes at that time."
Everyone dares to be angry but dares to speak out.
The method he practiced was powerful, and he had the mental imprint of a great master of the Immortality period, so no one could afford to provoke him.
"What a shit spirit brew, but that's like brushing pot of water, it's many times worse than the spirit brew in our continent."
"Is this kind of spiritual wine for monks to drink? Is it for dogs?"
"The monks in Xiaoyuzhou are really bad, and there is no one who dares to stand out. If I had done this in the Thirteen Central Continents, I might have been beaten up long ago."
"The monks in Xiaoyuzhou are as stable as dogs with tails. Even Wang Li, who is known as invincible in the Foundation Establishment Period, is a turtle that is not worth mentioning."
Zhou Bufan only looks young and young at the age of seventeen or eighteen, but he is very sarcastic and has a lot of sluts and is full of provocation and humiliation.
"This man is so arrogant? Are you sick?"
When these humiliating words spread in Xiaoyuzhou, Wang Li and He Lingxiu, who used various means to hide their true bodies, had already arrived at Jiuxiang Bridge.
"When you provoked Sizhou before, you were quite arrogant." He Lingxiu was a little gloating.
Wang Li rolled his eyes, "I was forced to provoke. Can this be the same as his provocation? And you see, I'm provoking the strong people who don't dare to provoke, but he just bullies people casually and doesn't do anything to him.
If virtue is convinced, I see that he dies sooner or later."
"How did he die early?" He Lingxiu sneered, "I killed a ninth-level monk in the Golden Pill holding an Immortal Pure Bottle with one blow. The monk who left a mark on him with a mental mark must not be just the God Transformation Stage.
I think Zhou Bufan is so powerful that he wants to kill you to sacrifice pills. There is another meaning, which is to let everyone know that their Taixuan Ancient Sect has already produced a Heavenly Venerable in the Imperial Period. Xuantian and Taixuan are only apart.
I wrote a word, but you are the difference between clouds and muds, you are the pride of heaven with the support of the Heavenly Lord of the Immortal Period."
"That's right, why is the difference so big for both monks?" Wang Li wailed, but immediately asked: "The immortal pure bottle is said to be indestructible and immortal, so what about the specific power?"
"The most special thing about the Immortal Purification Bottle is that the carcass is extremely flexible and is indestructible. In addition, it has a special function in the war, which is that it can involve some broken power." He Lingxiu
He looked at him and said, "If it were on an ordinary battlefield, its power would not exceed that of the ancient mirror of the Star Destroying Star. But if it reached a higher level of war, such as the battlefield where many Nascent Souls and God-Transforming Cultivators appeared,
Then the power it can pull is definitely far greater than that of the ancient Star Destroying Mirror.”
"That's really a very special treasure." Wang Li salivated, "Even a growing spiritual treasure like Yin Lei Umbrella, the power may not be as good as it in the war when it grows.
The role of
"You think of the magic weapon on others, and they want to kill you to sacrifice pills." He Lingxiu sneered, "You'd better think about how to survive this disaster. With such protection, it's hard to die young, but I think of you
He was full of premature death.”
"Where do I reveal my premature death?" Wang Li smiled and said, "With such protection, I wouldn't have died prematurely? Do you think I have no means to deal with him? I'm just busy now and it's rare to pay attention to him."
"You just keep blowing."
He Lingxiu said this with contempt. She took Wang Li to a danfang west of the market and arrived in front of a very inconspicuous courtyard with several ordinary pine trees planted.
"The lonely shadow of the cold river, old friends are visiting."
She said to a doll-like magic weapon hanging at the entrance of the courtyard.
"It's you?"
An old voice came from the courtyard.
"Come in!" His voice was a little surprised, but he immediately answered very simply, and the two closed redwood doors opened immediately.
"Is it an old male cultivator?" Wang Li was a little surprised. He followed He Lingxiu and entered the courtyard, he couldn't help but send a voice.
"Why do you think?" He Lingxiu said with contempt.
"I thought I was a female cultivator." Wang Li sent a message with confidence, "Alchemy and other things are more exquisite jobs suitable for female cultivators. Moreover, I have encountered female cultivators frequently recently, and almost all female cultivators will bring me benefits.
I am very fond of a woman, so of course I thought this place was also a female cultivator.”
"Family fate?" He Lingxiu was completely speechless after hearing Wang Li's words.
She thought about it carefully and it was really true.
Since Wang Li and her entered the White Bone Continent, it seems that every female cultivator has brought him great benefits. Even Mu Yu, who is an enemy of him, has given him a corpse interpretation. As for wanting him
Not to mention Zhou Huayou and Yu Baijin who died of spiritual poison.
"Actually, I don't want to be so strong and yang." She was speechless at first. At this critical moment, Wang Li still sent a message with some emotion, "I have been practicing on the lonely peak with my senior sister, and I have always been a female cultivator around me.
I also want some male cultivators to be by my side, but it seems that there is nothing I can do, women are too lucky.”
Wang Li and He Lingxiu entered a quiet room in the backyard. This was a small quiet room that was only a few feet in square meters. It seemed that there was no unique layout at all, and it was not as imagined by Wang Li, which was full of various elixir bottles everywhere.
In this quiet room was a very unkempt male cultivator. His moon-white robe looked very worn, and there were even holes formed by the power of magic. His hair and beard seemed to be withered and yellow.
straw.
The male cultivator looked at least 60 or 70 years old, with wrinkles all over the corners of his eyes.
Wang Li was shocked when he looked at his old and haggard appearance and sent a message to He Lingxiu, "This is what you said, is it possible that the most powerful alchemist in the four continents on the edge of the East? Will you be deceived? Is the alchemist?
I refine some good pills for myself and take them. They are so old and haggard. I feel that he has a little kidney deficiency."
Before He Lingxiu could reply, the male cultivator who looked extremely unkempt was already looking at him and said, "Then are you fellow Taoist Wang Li?"
"I'll lose it!" Wang Li turned his head in disbelief and looked at He Lingxiu, "Hehe, fellow Taoist, you sold me directly?"
"I have a brain disease." He Lingxiu replied with four words very simply.
"It seems that he is really fellow Taoist Wang." The male cultivator glanced at Wang Li, and seemed to see through Wang Li's thoughts, "This has nothing to do with Manager He, but you have been with Manager He before, and Manager He today
When I suddenly visited, I guessed that the monk beside her was you. But don’t worry, although your whereabouts are valuable, I won’t be able to make this money.”
Wang Li looked at him, a little worried, and was a little surprised, "Shopkeeper He?"
The male cultivator was slightly stunned, and then smiled again, saying, "It seems that Fellow Daoist Wang doesn't know that Fellow Daoist He is the famous shopkeeper of Jiaomu Market."
"What shopkeeper? Isn't he just a specialty business?" Wang Li suddenly thought of how He Lingxiu looked when she first went to Gufeng. Wasn't she just a middle-aged man?
"Hehe." He Lingxiu smiled slightly but not.
"It seems that Fellow Daoist Wang doesn't know much about Manager He." The unkempt male cultivator smiled faintly and said.
"Is that right?" Wang Li suddenly became curious, "Hehe, fellow Taoist, you shouldn't have some special business, right?"
He Lingxiu glanced at him, too lazy to pay attention to him.
"I wonder what kind of spiritual pill is he trying to refine with Fellow Daoist Wang this time?" The unkempt male cultivator stopped talking and asked at He Lingxiu.
"I have thirteen level three demon pills and three level four demon pills in my hand. There is also a necrotic herb, one with divine roots, one with a ground-growing Scarlet ginseng, one with a real hook unicorn, one with a
A cinnamon plant, a priest of the priest, a celestial lotus, a lingyu bamboo yellow, a cinnamon plant, and a stagnant Ganoderma lucidum." He Lingxiu looked at the male cultivator and said, "I want to refine all these spiritual medicines."
Make a suitable elixir. As for what elixir you want to refine, you can do it and use it as much as possible."
Wang Li frowned and looked at her and the alchemist. He became more and more curious about the alchemist.
This alchemist is far from the alchemist he imagines, but at this moment he didn't even look much surprised when he heard these top-quality spiritual medicines.
And the most important thing is, what is this alchemist’s identity? He Lingxiu can trust him so much?
"good."
The alchemist nodded normally, and then his eyes fell on Wang Li, "You understand my rules, Shopkeeper He, do you understand, can Fellow Daoist Wang know?"
"What rules?"
Wang Li was stunned, "Do you pay the money or the goods in one hand, or do you have to get a commission?"
"It seems that you have never told fellow Taoist Wang." The alchemist smiled slightly and said, "I, Mu Qing Pill, first of all, must the alchemy be suitable for my taste. Secondly, if I agree to refine the alchemy, let me ask you to make my own pills.
The alchemist must help me do something.”
"Hehe, why haven't you told me?" Wang Li looked at He Lingxiu and became depressed, "There is such a thing? Don't alchemists pay the money and deliver the goods in one hand, it's up to your taste, isn't it?
Do you want to eat people? You have to do something. What are your strange rules? Mu Qingdan, why does this name sound familiar?"
The alchemist smiled slightly and turned to look at He Lingxiu.
He Lingxiu sneered: "You must feel familiar to you from Xuan Shizhou at least."
"No way?"
Wang Li's eyes bulged in an instant, "Are you the Daozi Mu Qingdan, who was known as Mu Kongshan Sect who had used up all his luck in Xuanshizhou two hundred years ago?"
"It's me." The alchemist sighed inexplicably.
"Are you a fake?" Wang Li was disbelief. He thought the alchemist was old before, but now he felt that he seemed too young. "Didn't you say you have already died, why has it become an alchemist here?