Chapter 54 Fangshi

Time passed day by day, and the day for the Talisman Sect to accept disciples was coming. At the foot of the Talisman Sect, visitors were endless. As the days approached day by day, more and more visitors came, and a small market was opened at the foot of the mountain.

Of course, this market cannot compare to the real fairy shop. The things sold are just some low-end things that are made by those small cultivators who only have the Qi Refining Stage to tinker with their own skills, and they cannot be on the table at all.

A hundred years ago, a Nascent Soul-stage cultivator was wandering at the foot of his sect mountain. He bought an unidentified thing from a small cultivator. He didn't take it much at first, but he used a trace of Nanming Lihuo when he refining a weapon. The flame had just been exposed to the refining room and everything began to melt. The Nascent Soul-stage cultivator didn't care about it and just paid attention to the protagonist of the refining tool. Seeing that the materials of the refining tool slowly melted, everything was quietly disappearing, but only a corner of the refining room was a dark and shiny protrusion.

At this time, the great monk remembered the gadget he bought when he was walking some time ago. He didn't expect that this thing was so hard and withstand such high temperature. Just as the great monk was lost, the melted object instantly qi. The great monk who was originally in the state of the Nascent Soul stage was stunned. He had been preparing for a full hundred years, but he didn't expect that this result would be so disappointed to anyone.

In a trance, the Nascent Soul cultivator accidentally saw the dark iron block. He was hesitant at first, but gradually, his eyes became firm and he used it! The Nascent Soul cultivator gritted his teeth to take the object over. The iron block gradually approached the flame, and the dark and shiny iron block gradually turned red. Soon there was a tendency to melt, but when the object melted, it felt cold. What's going on?

The ice-blue-shaped substance inside the melting of the iron piece gradually appeared. The cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage was also a person who knew the goods and recognized this thing. It was the black iron produced in the extreme north for ten thousand years. After ten thousand years of precipitation, it was penetrated by the cold air and became a rare cold iron for ten thousand years. And it was more than ten thousand years of cold iron. If it weren't for the refining of such a strange fire as Lihuo in the South Ming Dynasty, there would be very few flames in the world that could melt this thing.

The cold iron melted into iron. The Nascent Soul cultivator immediately took out various materials in the mold, used his spiritual sense to guide the iron into the mold to set it up, and then penetrated various materials to carve the formations in it. During this process, the great monk's own spiritual sense was almost frostbitten by the cold air, which was emitted by accident. Who knows how terrible it is to be truly used in actual combat.

The warm treasure that had been nourished after 9981 days was finally born! In the great monk's weapon refining room, the ice-blue swords were lying flat there, and the formations were carved on it, forming strange patterns densely. The most amazing thing was that there was a talisman at the handle of the sword, which seemed to be a shackle.

This shackle is used to seal new weapons like some weapon manufacturing workshops. They make weapons not for themselves but for sale. Then they will put seal talismans on when the weapon is just released to keep the weapon in its state, and when the purchaser comes to select the weapon, it will uncover the seal to open the edge.

The great monk in the Nascent Soul stage held the weapon in his hand with excitement, carefully uncovered it and got the talisman. For a moment, the blue lights were thrust into the sky, and within a radius of hundreds of miles became a place of ice and snow. The disciples of the sect who had no time to guard against it caught them off guard, and the low-level disciples were even killed or injured. The monk in the late Nascent Soul stage relied on the benefits of weapons to find a monk at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage to avenge a monk at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. In a few days, the news of the death of the great monk at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage came.

Someone even broke the news: the weapon has reached the level of a life weapon!

So there are no fewer people on Taobao in Xiaofang Market, and everyone has the mentality of taking chances. What if I win the lottery?

There were endless hawking sounds in the bustling market. Wang Yu strolled into the market and wandered aimlessly. Although Wang Yu's injuries were almost healed, he was injured after all. At this time, his face was pale at this time.

As soon as Wang Yu entered the market, someone targeted him. Several people saw Wang Yu's handsome appearance and a hint of unruly and cold look between his eyebrows. He was immediately suspicious and said in his heart that this guy is not simple!

"Hehe, can you stay?" A sound of retention sounded in Wang Yu's ears. Listening to this sound, you can imagine what kind of person he was, wretched, sloppy, and not young.

Wang Yu turned around, as expected. There was a little old man standing in front of Wang Yu. This man was not tall, only reaching Wang Yu's chest. (Of course, Wang Yu is not very tall. The 16-year-old man is about 1.75 meters tall, which is considered to be a normal development.) The little old man was wearing a torn Taoist robe, a yellow wine gourd with a waist and hip. His messy hair covered his face, and he was smiling at Wang Yu with big yellow teeth.

Wang Yu looked at the old man in front of him in confusion and didn't know what he intended to call him. Wang Yu immediately used his spiritual sense to scan the old man in front of him, but the spiritual sense's reaction was... nothing!

Could it be that he was injured and had a problem with his spiritual consciousness? Wang Yu was still thinking about why his spiritual consciousness could not see the old man.

The old man started speaking first, "I see that the young man is so handsome and has a dignified appearance. His eyes are lit up at the cold stars, his eyebrows are like paint brushes, and his chest is wide, with the majesty of thousands of men. He speaks majestic and speaks with ambition of a thousand feet high. He is bold and bold, like a lion who shakes the sky and is under the clouds. His bones are strong and strong, like a shaking pixiu coming to his seat. He is like a demon descending from heaven, he is really a god of Tai Sui on earth..." The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, as if the water of the Yellow River surging, praising Wang Yu as a single branch in the sky and underground, unparalleled.

Wang Yu was not at all happy, and felt even more depressed. This old guy was so irritable. It would be fine if he said he was handsome, but he also said that he had temperament. Oh my god, it seems that we didn't say a word yet...

"Ahem, I'm a little thirsty." After a while, the old man finally stopped. He seemed to be saying he was thirsty... He picked up the wine gourd on his waist and opened the plug and took two sips. The wine was really not an ordinary person, but the aroma of wine that was inadvertently revealed could float for ten miles. Half of the people in the market were drunk under the aroma of wine.

When Wang Yu smelled the fragrance of wine, he couldn't help but be immersed in it, but Wang Yu quickly regained his mind. The fragrance of wine... actually made Wang Yu heal!

Wang Yu was very happy. When he was about to thank the old man, the old man took out another thing, "I saw that my friend had a great roots and bones, and he was carrying great luck. He often had dragon energy with him. Three flowers gathered together, which is an innate cultivation genius. I recommend something for you. It will make your cultivation path smoother. Behind each genius, there is a heroic legendary story. This thing is made by Lao Chen from the place where the dragon clan gathers for billions of years and gathers rare things in the world...."
Chapter completed!