Lanke Chess Edge

When the people from Yuhuai Mountain left, the female cultivators of Weimei Sect led the new elder into the building with blue brick and glazed tiles, but the latter still looked back to see that the cultivator of Yuhuai Mountain had left. direction.

The man with pale eyes just now, she actually couldn't see through his er cultivation base. Obviously, the other party couldn't really be a mortal, and the voice transmission of the younger generation seemed to be known to him.

In this case, the leading woman of the Weimei Sect knew that it was not the person who was deliberately casting spells to snoop on something, but that the cultivation level had reached a certain level, and she was a person with a clear mind and a clear spiritual platform. myself, I will feel it.

"Master, I didn't expect that Yu Huaishan, a group of people who didn't like to go out for hundreds of years, sent so many people this time, and there were a few unpredictable pedestrians. I used to underestimate them."

The woman who just spoke obviously also noticed Ji Yuan's slightly sideways glance before. After all, the other party saw her as her, and Ju Yuanzi next to Ji Yuan also had a bottomless cultivation base, so she felt emotional at this moment.

Hearing what the cultivator of his disciple and grandchildren said, the leading female cultivator was slightly taken aback and turned to look at her.

"You know what they're here for?"

"Uh... Master, Wuxu year, it's this season again, so naturally I'm going to participate in the Xianyou Conference."

The leading female cultivator nodded suddenly.

"Oh...Is it a six-year-old again..."

The few people stopped talking and slowly walked into the building. The space inside was far larger than it looked outside. It should have been refined by some kind of cosmic condensation.

The first floor is an empty hall. There are magic cards hanging all over the walls. Some are glowing and some are dim. The names of flying boats, alien beasts, hanging islands, etc. are marked on it, and there are also moons. Lushan monks are in charge of the corresponding matters around.

Seeing a group of female cultivators with obvious characteristics from the Weimei Sect come in, a cultivator of Yuelu Mountain hurriedly came over to ask the courtesy.

"My surname is Li, and I am one of the governors of Yuelu Mountain in charge of Dingfeng Ferry. Several Daoists from Weimei Sect have worked hard!"

"Well, fellow Daoist Li doesn't need to be polite, just tell me and the people who want to take the swallowing beast, and if there is any extra to carry."

The people of Weimei Zong have never liked to talk too much, and they don’t like too much contact with outsiders. Of course, the cultivator Li, who is the governor, knows it, so he quickly took out a bundle of jade slips specially responsible for recording, and found the one who arrived today by swiping his fingers. Swallowing the Heavenly Beast column, and then pulled out this jade slip and handed it to the Weimei Sect cultivator with both hands.

"A few daoists, please take a look, it's all on the top, if there is no urgent matter, I also hope that the swallowing beast will stay at the top of the peak for two days, so that people who have a temporary intention can also carry it. If you need a place to dive, a few can be found please!"

"Oh, I see!"

The people of Weimei Sect were not interested in going to the upper floors, so they planned to turn around and leave. If they wanted to practice, it would be better if they swallowed the heavenly beast themselves.

Just when he turned around, the leading female cultivator, the disciple-grandchild cultivator, suddenly asked Governor Li a question.

"Daoyou Li is the governor of Dingfengdu, and he must know all the seniors who look at him. I take the liberty to ask. There were two seniors with high cultivation in Yuhuai Mountain. Can you recognize Daoyou Li?"

Fellow Daoist surnamed Li thought for a while and replied.

"Among them, the long-bearded old man is the real person of Yuhuai Mountain Juyuan Ziju. This old senior rarely goes out. The earliest records of Yuelu Mountain were 600 years ago.

Age is not necessarily a criterion for measuring cultivation. For example, because of talent and other reasons, a 60-year-old young cultivator may not have a lower cultivation than a 100-year-old cultivator, but if he is older than a certain point, it will be fine. If not, he will already be dead.

After talking about Ju Yuanzi, the cultivator Li surnamed thought of Ji Yuan and continued to speak.

"There is another senior, whom Li has never met, but Yuhuaishan cultivator respects him, even Ju Yuanzi, and calls him 'Mr. Ji'. Judging by Li, that Senior should not be a cultivator of Yuhuaishan, but he has a good personal relationship with Yuhuaishan."

"Okay, thank you for letting me know!"

"You are Welcome!"

After asking, the female cultivator of Weimei Sect seemed to be more resolute than many men. When they left, the governor Li surnamed over there was slightly relieved. The people of Weimei Sect did not like to deal with outsiders. The same is true of outsiders who are accustomed to it.

It's not that the people of the Weimei Sect are unreasonable. There are only a few people who are really unreasonable in the cultivation of immortality. , The method of cultivation is about being quiet and clear, and the heart is like water, so sometimes his attitude seems to be very indifferent. If there is a disagreement, the female cultivator of Weimei Zong who is expressionless and indifferent but will not give in is the most terrifying.

In the Dingfengdu Market, a group of monks from Yuhuai Mountain also walked around with their own companions. Ji Yuan, Ju Yuanzi and Qiu Feng were traveling together. Qiu Feng, who arrived first, was introducing some special things in the market to Ji Yuan and Ju Yuanzi. architecture.

It is mainly a place hosted by some cultivators, and most of them are about the sale of various treasures and spiritual objects. There are also monks who rely on their own unique vision to identify spiritual objects for others, so as to form a good relationship.

Some are stalls in the market, and some are single-family buildings, which obviously have begun to have a certain "brand effect".

The market here is obviously much more lively than the small market on the flying boat on Jiufeng Mountain that Jiyuan has been to, and the things are much richer, and there are many kinds of strange things.

Ji Yuan even saw Xianxiu selling all kinds of rare monsters. These monsters are very weak, some of them are the kind that can be killed by mortals if they are not careful, but each has a magical effect. He passed by. At the booth, an old immortal correction was selling a faint blue spirit.

This is a thumb-sized little man with a pair of transparent blue wings on the back. He is being locked in a black metal cage, covered with a black cloth, but because of the magic, people can see through the black Bu saw the three villains who were fighting with each other, but the villains inside couldn't see the outside.

The stalls of the cultivators are very different from the secular markets, that is, the stall owners rarely shout, but concentrate on meditation in the stalls, and only those who are interested will speak.

Seeing Ji Yuan and a group of cultivators from Yuhuai Mountain stop, the old cultivator introduced a few words.

"Fellow Daoists, what is in this cage is Lanmengmei, who likes to steal dreams at the ear orifice when people are asleep, that is, stealing their spirit. Some people are clearly sleepy enough, but they wake up all the time, but they are still in low spirits. They're doing the trick."

"Then what else do they do?"

Ji Yuan asked a question, and the stall owner thought about it carefully.

"If they want, they can help people retrace their dreams, redo or continue the same dream, but they are also very fragile, and they may be crushed to death by people who turn over in their sleep."

Because it is a spirit born between the spirit and the dream, most of the body will soon dissipate after death, leaving only a little blood. Some people wake up in the morning and find blood on their pillows. Just crushed the monster last night.

"How about it, are the three fellow Daoists interested in buying them? This cage is also given away. You can give me one or two of Muxing Condensation Extract, as well as other medicinal pills that replenish vitality."

Qiu Feng said involuntarily.

"Such spirits are of no use to me. What's there to buy, but this thing looks a bit special."

As Qiu Feng said, he picked up a golden-red feather from the booth, about the length of the forearm. After entering the spiritual energy, it was faintly radiating heat towards the surroundings.

"I don't know what kind of monster left this feather, and there is no ordinary monster on it. It was picked up in the East China Sea back then, and there is occasional heat flow out, but it is only to this extent that the Taoist friend has inspired it now. Sacrifices and training instruments, and secondly, they can’t help people to practice, and maybe there are other wonderful uses, but the old man doesn’t know.”

Ji Yuan didn't care about the feather at first, until Qiu's demeanor entered the aura and aroused the heat above him, a feeling that made him extremely palpitated from the feather, and Ji Yuan almost took a few steps back. Force was unable to hold back.

'What are you kidding... no demon? Simply monstrous! ’

Ji Yuan's eyes widened, staring at the feather on Qiu Feng's hand. The feather Qiu Feng and the stall owner were talking about calmly was exuding bursts of black and red terrifying demonic aura, very faint. Terrible too.

In recent years, Ji Yuan has rarely felt any real fear.

A feather is still like this, and Ji Yuan can't imagine what kind of monster it would be if the owner of the feather was here, could it be...

Thinking about it, Ji Yuan couldn't help but look up at the sky, as if seeing the sun on that day through the clouds and mists above the peak crossing all the year round.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji?"

"Huh?"

Ji Yuan came to his senses immediately, the demonic aura emanating from the feather just now caused his spirit to diverge, and he was rarely in a trance.

Ju Yuanzi and Qiu Feng are a group of monks who are familiar with Ji Yuan in Yu Huaishan. Knowing that Mr. Ji looked at this feather in a daze, it is very likely that this feather is extraordinary, but the stall owner doesn't know it.

"Well, Mr. Ji, this feather seems to be pretty, too. Do you want to buy it back as a decoration?"

When Qiu Feng asked this question, Ji Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and replied with a smile.

"Yes, but it's not for decoration. Since this feather can absorb spiritual energy, Ji does not believe in evil, and wants to go back and cast a spell to find out if it has any other magical effect. By the way, fellow Daoist, how to sell this feather?"

The old monk glanced at the three and stretched out two fingers.

"Two catties of wood element condensed extract, or two catties of eight taels of other condensed extracts in the five elements, and other medicinal pills that replenish vitality such as Shengdan can also be used!"

"So expensive? Didn't you say it's useless?"

Qiu Feng couldn't help asking, and the old monk smiled.

"Things are rare and precious. I can't do anything about it, but I can't find its source. Besides, these two fellow Daoists have a high level of Taoism, so maybe there are rules and regulations."

"You too..."

Qiu Feng still wanted to speak, but Ji Yuan stopped him.

"Friend Daoist is right, I don't bargain, but I don't have any wood-line condensing extract on my body, and I don't have any medicinal pills to replenish vitality. Do you think this item can be purchased?"

Saying that, Ji Yuan took out the two newly refined French coins from his sleeves.

As soon as the French money came out, the surrounding spiritual energy was faintly affected, and the deep brass streamer flowed past the edge of the French money, and a breath of Dao Yun condensed and did not disperse.

The old monk subconsciously leaned closer.

"Can I take a closer look?"

"Take it~www.NovelMTL.com~ Ji Yuan handed over one of the dharma coins. After the old cultivator took it, he felt the dharma movement. The mystery gradually became clear, but it was not entirely clear.

"This thing is called dharma money. It's something that was carefully sacrificed and refined. It can only be said that there are many wonderful uses. Can two such dharma coins be worth the price?"

Qiu Feng stared at the money and raised his hands subconsciously.

"Mr. Ji, I have Muxing Ningcui, I have it! If you don't want to..."

"If you sell it, you need these two dharma money. Now I don't want it anymore, and you need the dharma money!"

As an immortal cultivator, the stall owner was a little impatient at this meeting, and looked at Qiu Feng vigilantly, for fear that the soon-to-be-gotten legal money would change hands.

"Hehe, okay, this one is also for you, please keep it."

Ji Yuan handed over another French coin, and then reached out and took the feather.