"well……" Fang Xing opened the door and sighed. It is difficult to get started with the ‘Ghost Sword’, which means that the combat power cannot increase dramatically in the near future, and there is really not much sense of security. What's more, there is no way to avenge the small book! "Brother Fang..." At this time, Meng Yi from next door happened to come out and said hello immediately: "Long time no see..." "I saw that the demon bird was so powerful before that I chose to hide in seclusion. I wonder what happened next?" Fang Xing asked directly without any embarrassment. "That monster bird has been taken down by the ancestor of the Zheng family a long time ago... The Foundation Establishment Overhaul took action, and it was really extraordinary. It's a pity that Brother Fang didn't see the scene at that time." Meng Yi replied with some unfinished meaning. ‘I think you are not excited to see the foundation-building monk take action, but you are excited to rob and gain a lot, right? ’ Seeing this scene, Fang Xing couldn't help but curse in his heart.
When he met the monster bird that day, Meng Yi asked his wife to hide in the market, and he rushed out with excitement. He was definitely not there to help hunt the bird, but to pick up cheap ones! He chatted with Meng Yi for a few more words, and then they talked about martial arts issues. After all, the other world also has many merits. Combining the strengths of the two worlds is the magical use of your golden finger! "Oh? It turns out that Brother Fang is practicing a magic skill, but is he trapped in distracting thoughts and evil thoughts?" Meng Yi looked as usual. After all, he is also a warrior, and has practiced some secular so-called "magic skills", so he has no prejudice against it. "Brother Meng, is there anything you can do?" When Fang Xing saw Meng Yi's expression, his eyes lit up, and he said sincerely: "Please give me some advice..." "Haha, please note that most of our martial arts are extremely crude in the eyes of immortal cultivators...even the magic arts that dominate the martial arts world are like this." Meng Yi said with a smile: "The inner demons of immortal cultivators are much more terrifying than the distracting thoughts we encounter when practicing magic skills. It is even rumored that when high-level immortal cultivators break through the great realm, there will be demons from outside the realm that will turn into entities and come to block the way. ...Therefore, immortal cultivators have much more experience in dealing with this situation than we do. Whether it is practicing special skills and secrets, or collecting related elixirs and magic weapons... they all have a certain effect. Brother Fang can search for them. After all, we are just warriors. Medicinal magical weapons that can be effective on Qi-training monks, or even have less obvious effects on Qi-training monks, are enough for us..." "So it turns out that immortal cultivators are the best at dealing with this kind of situation? Thank you!" Fang Xinggong handed over his hands and immediately left for Fangshi. Of course, he would not completely believe Meng Yi's words, so he was going to ask others. That old man Ding Bushan is a good candidate. … A few hours later. Qingdanfang. Fang Xing looked up at the plaque and Qingye mark, and strode into it. He just went to Ding Bushan and asked some indirect questions in the name of buying spiritual rice. According to this monk in the middle stage of Qi training, there are indeed many ways for immortal cultivators to deal with inner demons.
But most of them are beyond the imagination of ordinary Qi cultivators. As for the warrior? Not to mention that. But Fang Xing was still ready to give it a try. 'The secret skills of immortal cultivators, special magic weapons to protect the soul... I can't use them even if they are given to me. They just bully me for not having spiritual roots... Besides, this kind of thing is hard to find and the price is very expensive...' ‘As for the talisman, there is a kind of ‘quiet mind’ talisman that is particularly suitable for this situation. Unfortunately, it requires at least innate true energy to be used...' 'The only thing left to try is the elixir...' While thinking, Fang Xing looked at the girl who was coming. He was lucky. This time he met the woman he met for the first time in Qinglinfang City. She had a very good character. "What kind of elixir does this guest need?" The girl smiled sweetly. "It is suitable for martial artists to deal with distracting thoughts when practicing martial arts..." Fang Xing stated his request. After hearing this, the girl immediately pondered: "For the customer's situation, only the 'Ningshen Pill' in our store is more suitable. This pill can slightly increase the spiritual awareness of monks in the Qi training period, and has the effect of clarifying the soul... But..." "In terms of price, everything is easy to say. How many spiritual stones do you need?" Fang Xing looked like he was not short of spiritual stones. In fact, this is also true. After all, he has a drone to collect medicine. Even if he lacks spiritual stones, he can just buy more herbs and sell them. Moreover, because of the recent animal infestation, the risk of going out to collect medicine has greatly increased, and the price of elixirs has increased a lot. Today, Fang Xing can still easily take out dozens of spirit stones. If there wasn't a need for the 'Ningshen Pill', he would have bought a 'Xiantian Pill' to reserve it. I just don’t know if the elixirs in the world of immortality have a shelf life? "The Ningshen Pill used to sell for thirty spirit stones per bottle...but now the Ningshen Pill in our store is out of stock..." The girl smiled apologetically. "What? Out of stock?" Fang Xing was slightly surprised: "Why is that so?" "Refining the Ningshen Flower requires an elixir called 'Huanxin Orchid'. Originally, the store could occasionally receive a few plants, but now the beast tide is raging, and 'Huanxin Orchid' has very high requirements for the place where it grows. Most of them In the depths of the wilderness, no herb collectors can go there, so naturally the stock is gradually running out..." The girl explained seriously: "Maybe after the beast wave, the guests can come and see..." "Thank you very much. Haven't you asked me your name yet?"
Fang Xing was a little disappointed and prepared to leave, but looking at the girl, he still felt that it would be good to have a good relationship with her. After all, he now appears with his true face. If he wants to explore the potential of this world as much as possible, it is also important to manage every relationship well. Cultivating immortals is not only about fighting and killing! "My name is Xiao Rui!" The girl smiled like a flower: "Next time you come, you can just say you want to see me..." "Okay, I'll remember that." Fang Xing nodded seriously. ... Although he knew this, Fang Xing still didn't give up. After all, although the Ningshen Pill was not available in the pill shop, there might be some stocks that were sold before, and they might also be sold at the stall. But after a round of scanning, he gave up a little. In terms of the character of casual cultivators, they basically swallowed the pills that were beneficial to their cultivation to increase their strength, and there were few left. What's more, even if there were one or two pills on the casual cultivator's stall, Fang Xing might not dare to use them. You have to buy enough for consumption at one time, and then ask the little white mouse to do a test, and then try it, right? Of course, if the original jade bottle is still unopened, it would be better. If the pills on the stalls of casual cultivators are bulk goods of unknown origin, they must be much cheaper than the unopened genuine goods. There are very few stalls selling pills in Qinglin Market. Among the four arts of cultivating immortals - formations, pills, instruments and talismans, the art of alchemy ranks second. Not only is it difficult to inherit, but the consumption is also terrifying. Basically, there will be no casual cultivators who will go to great lengths to assist in the cultivation of alchemy skills. Even if there are one or two "alchemists", they are specialized in one or two kinds of pills, which is very niche. In fact, their competitiveness is often not as good as that of large pill shops. Because of this, stalls selling pills are very rare. Fang Xing searched for a long time before finding a few stalls, and there were only a few pills on them. "May I ask if there are "Ningshen Pills" for sale here?" He came to a stall, and the stall was set up by an old man with a bun made of ebony on his head and a shining robe. Hearing Fang Xing's question, the old man's eyes lit up and he smiled, "Daoyou, you really asked the right person. There are very few people in this market who have the channels of 'Ningshen Pills', and I am one of them..." "Oh? You have Ningshen Pills? How much do you sell them for?" Fang Xing became excited.
"It's still in the furnace..." The old man stroked his beard, looking like a Taoist master. Fang Xing turned around and left. "Hey, wait... wait a minute, little brother!" The old Taoist priest immediately jumped up: "Listen to what I have to say. I am indeed an alchemist. I got the recipe of the 'Ningshen Pill' in my early years. I have a 60% to 70% chance of making a pill. If you don't believe me, go out and ask around and find out about my name, Wan Fenglin!" Fang Xing paused for a moment: "So... do you have any pills?" "This..." Master Wan smiled: "I and several other Taoist friends have worked together to gather the materials for several furnaces of the 'Ningshen Pill'. The only thing missing is the 'Huan Xin Lan'..." "It's the same as not saying anything..." Fang Xing continued to turn his head. "Why are you so anxious, little brother? I have found a place where the 'Illusion Orchid' grows, but it's a little dangerous there, with a group of 'Purple Wing Scorpions' entrenched there... I am preparing to invite fellow Taoists to get rid of this scourge. By then, there will be enough 'Illusion Orchid', and the 'Nervous Pill' will be within easy reach, right?" "Then I'll wait until you refine the pills, and then I'll buy them... The price is negotiable." Fang Xing nodded and looked at the old man deeply. "Hey... little brother, are you willing to help? If it works, I can reduce a lot of expenses..." Master Wan Dan said tentatively. "I'm just a post-natal warrior, what can I do to help?" Fang Xing sneered, turned around and left without hesitation. "..." The old man looked at Fang Xing's back, intending to keep him, but he couldn't say it, so he could only sigh. He continued to set up the stall, selling some low-level pills such as 'Bigu Pills', until sunset, then he slowly closed the stall and returned to his shed. Master Wan Dan did not notice that in the corner of the shed, a beetle the size of a fingernail had appeared, lying quietly there. Because of its small size, it was more like a dead object, without any spiritual energy. This beetle-shaped listening device, in Fang Xing's view, was simply a divine weapon. Today, the old man's whereabouts were a little suspicious. After all, if he was just selling pills, he should be allowed to come back in a few days. What the hell is it to win over a post-natal warrior? Unless the other party knows that he is not simple! Therefore, after Fang Xing left, he immediately sent out the beetle eavesdropper. The old man returned to the shed, first meditated and rested, and then swallowed a pill of fasting, and then came to the workshop next to it to process some medicinal materials. Everything looked very ordinary. It was not until late at night that there was a knock on the door, three long and two short.
The old man immediately got up and went to open the door. The wooden door creaked open, and a figure appeared. "You are here?" When the old man saw the visitor, a trace of dissatisfaction immediately appeared on his face.