One month later.

In a remote alley, the old man cold-faced and Cheng Buzheng passed by, and the storage bag in his sleeve had disappeared.

The storage bag contains the magic weapon that has just been refined.

Immediately.

Cheng Buzheng walked directly towards Lingshan, Xianfu.

Days have passed day by day!

Since the first order of the "Yuanlai Weapon Refining Shop" was completed, more and more monks came to the door!

The greater the room for Cheng Buzheng to choose to refine magic weapons!

The longer the time is, the better the reputation of the "Yuanlai Artifact Refining Shop".

certainly.

The spiritual materials and spirit stones collected by Cheng Buzheng are also increasing!

Wealth is also increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A year has passed!

Two years have passed!

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Sixteen years later.

In the Immortal Palace Lingshan, in a certain cave.

A slender young man sat cross-legged on the bed, looking out, as if his eyes could see through the cave and the scenery outside.

He murmured to himself:

"Sixteen years... Isn't that person going out for an adventure? Don't he need to perform a mission? Don't he need to go out for opportunities?"

"A simple assassination cannot reach the peak of the current realm in his entire lifetime?"

"However, he still admires that perseverance!

For the past sixteen years, the man has been practicing hard except for going to the refining room once every six months."

"No wonder, who can cultivate to the Golden Elixir stage and complete the extremely dangerous task of the Immortal Alliance?"

"But his good luck is over!"

I was targeted by the True Lord of the Nascent Soul, is there anything else?

good!

He is a member of the Huangfu Xian clan and was sent by the ancestor Huangfu to follow him.

However, over the years, Cheng Buzheng had no moves at all. Needless to say, he had not taken a step in the Immortal Alliance City in the past sixteen years.

Even so, he was not in a hurry.

With family subsidies, he also hopes that such days will be longer.

The ancestor is not in a hurry, he is not even in a hurry.

It can be seen that when it comes to being worthy of a spirit stone in the Immortal Cultivation World, it is worthy of a spirit stone, but it is not worthy of a spirit stone, and it is not worthy of a spirit stone.

Just keep an eye on it, you will have sixteen years.

It can also be seen from this that the high-level monks do not take this time seriously at all.

If it were in the secular world, these sixteen years would be a young man, the most precious golden time in his life.

But now he is anxious and has used up all the resources for his practice!

Just then!

A figure walked out of a cave below, walked to the circular avenue in front of the cave, and then turned into a mysterious light and flew towards the square below.

Although Yu Guang glanced at the back quickly, he knew that the direction was exactly the target he was trying to follow.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to observe it all the time, but the cultivator’s spiritual sense is too easy to photograph, and he is just a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, but the target he is trying to follow is a real person in the Golden Pill Realm.

Just take a few more glances and you will definitely be discovered by that strong man.

So, he looked at it with great experience with his eyesight.

"Not right? It's not here yet!"

“A few months away?”

When the young monk saw Cheng Buzheng going out, he was very confused?

After sixteen years of observation, he knew Cheng Buzheng's daily actions as if he had seen patterns on his palms!

Even more clear than Cheng Buzheng himself.

wrong!

Could it be...?

Does this abnormal behavior mean that his stalking mission has turned around?

This thought passed through his heart, and his premonition became stronger and stronger.

Thinking of this, the young monk quickly stood up and walked out.

A flash of inspiration appeared.

The young man landed in the square below the Lingshan Mountain of Xianfu.

Along the way, the young monk followed from afar, and after a while, he dared to take a quick glance with his eyes.

soon!

The young monk discovered something was wrong. This was not the direction that Cheng Buzheng often went to the street stall area or the ground fire room.

In this direction, except for the Teleportation Hall, there are no other special stores, they are all ordinary stores.

There is no special place for the countless shops in this vast Immortal Alliance City.

"Is it going to the Teleportation Hall?"

The young monk asked a happy question.

After using up all the resources for practicing, you are just expected to complete the task and get rewards from the ancestors. The timing is so good.

At this moment, he was still very happy.

Not long.

The young monk followed Cheng Buzheng into the teleportation hall, and inside a teleportation hall.

After seeing Cheng Buzheng stepping onto the teleportation array with his own eyes, he hurriedly escaped from the line-up of monks and walked out of the hall.

Outside the hall, a young monk walked forward in a spacious passage.

Soon, he came to the hall in the center. A large plaque hung on the door outside the hall, with several large characters written with ethereal and beautiful words "Teleportation Hall - Zhenhaicheng".

The young monks joined the queue without any delay.

Not long.

A white light flashed.

The young man disappeared into the teleportation hall of Xianmeng City.

On the other side.

Cheng Buzheng turned around and sat in the teleportation array twice in a row and came to a medium-sized fairy city.

After more than sixteen years of practice, the thirty-three Linglu Pills have been completely used up, and his cultivation has improved greatly, reaching more than 340 years.

If it were an ordinary middle-level Jindan cultivator, he had already practiced to the peak of the middle-level Jindan at this time, but if Cheng Buzheng wanted to practice, it would take more than 250 years of hard practice.

Even if he took the remaining Baiyang Pill and Jinyang Pill, it was not enough to allow him to practice to the peak of the middle stage of Jinyang Pill.

Originally, Cheng Buzheng also wanted to use the resources of the Zhenbao Tower.

After all, he is also an honorary alchemist in the Zhenbao Pagoda, but the alchemy task of the Zhenbao Pagoda is, but there is no reserve of spiritual medicine. Perhaps he can reserve a batch in a few years, or perhaps he can't get enough in more than ten years.

The spiritual medicines required for high-level spiritual pills are very precious. Even if they are as rich as the treasure tower, it is impossible to take out hundreds of third-level medium-grade spiritual pills at once.

What's more, Cheng Buzheng himself also needs a large number of spiritual pills.

Because the alchemy tasks issued by the Treasure Tower are all third-level low-grade spiritual pills with relatively low quality, and they are all spiritual pills that can withstand a year of hard practice.

Therefore, Cheng Buzheng could only deduce the third-level low-level Shenji Pill recipe to the third-level middle-level!

He has mastered all four qualities of the third-level mid-grade Shenji Pills!

In the past sixteen years, he has collected a large part of the spiritual medicines needed for the third-level mid-grade divine pill in the Immortal Alliance City, and some spiritual medicines have not been collected.

I heard about the dark market in this city that the spiritual herbs he needed appeared many times before.

Therefore, Cheng Buzheng spent some money and got the contact information with the secret market contactor.

A steady mind, second-hand preparation!

Cheng Buzheng left the teleportation hall and walked directly towards a destination.
Chapter completed!