Chapter 439: Being spied on, returning to the camp
Coming out of Wangyue City, Lu Xiaotian had a stern face. Wang Defeng did not get the Golden Nugget Fruit he wanted. It didn't matter, what made him depressed was that a monk had asked Wang Defeng to refine the earth-type gold-condensing pill before, and had provided him with the earth-type gold-condensing fruit, but the wait time was just too long. The other party had waited for more than four years, and he really couldn't. I was impatient and asked for the Ningjin Fruit back again.
After missing out, Lu Xiaotian slapped his forehead, but there was nothing he could do about it. The matter of the earth-type Ningjin Fruit had not been resolved, but it was not completely without gain in Wangyue City. At least he used a large number of magic weapons. Two seventh-level golden talismans were exchanged. It can generate Gang Qi to surround him from top to bottom. Even for a monk in the early stage of the Golden Core, if he wants to break the Gang Qi, he still needs several blows. After going through many hardships, he attaches great importance to this life-saving ability. Seventh-level spiritual talismans are usually very expensive and unmarketable. If he happens to come across them, he can only say that he is really lucky. Of course, there are also some unusual items among the magic weapons he provided. In particular, there were two alchemy magic weapons in the storage bag used to kill Poison Maitreya. A large number of other magic weapons were also very rare.
At this time, several major realms of cultivating immortals are at war, and both elixirs and magic weapons are in very short supply. What’s more, the magic tools Lu Xiaotian offered to exchange included two alchemy magic weapons. Otherwise, if he simply bought it with spirit stones, the steward of Baofu Pavilion might not sell it to him.
Wang Defeng can’t count on anything here for the time being, but fortunately, there is still Lei Wantian there. If nothing happens, there should be no problem. After all, as a golden elixir monk, it took eight years to switch to the Ningjin Fruit. , it’s not too difficult with a little effort.
After thinking about this clearly, Lu Xiaotian left Wangyue City and rushed straight to the camp of Lingxiao Palace.
It’s just that when Lu Xiaotian left the city, he didn’t notice that a middle-aged monk in purple clothes on the city wall shrank when he saw him.
"Why, senior is interested in this person?" A lean monk next to him saw the eyes of the middle-aged man in purple and asked openly.
"Go and check this person for me, remember, don't scare the snake." The anger in the purple-clothed monk's eyes flashed away, and he concealed it well with his cultivation.
"Senior, don't worry, this junior will definitely investigate all the details. Otherwise, the title of Know-It-All will be given away, so I will make arrangements now." The lean monk said with a smile.
The middle-aged man in purple nodded slightly, and the lean monk retreated.
Lu Xiaotian glanced back in surprise. Just now he felt like someone was looking at him, but when he turned around, there were many people everywhere inside and outside Wangyue City, up and down the city walls. Occasionally someone glanced over at him. Very normal. Moreover, it would not be surprising if Yuan Hao, Meng Yu, or others appeared in Wangyue City at the same time and happened to see him.
Ignore him, after getting the earth-condensing gold fruit from Lei Wantian, he began to retreat and study the Five Elements Formation with all his strength.
Lu Xiaotian quickened his pace and rushed towards the Lingxiao Palace camp.
There are many people coming in and out of Wangyue City, either driven out to fight or the wounded returning. There are also supplies of elixirs, spiritual herbs, or various magic weapons and spiritual weapons. At this time, Wangyue The city fully played the role of the rear in the battle in the world of immortality.
The Lingxiao Palace camp was already quite large at this time and was heavily defended inside and out. Dozens of foundation-building monks are responsible for guarding this place. Moreover, according to the rules of each faction, those who are qualified to set up a camp will have a golden elixir monk in charge of the camp most of the time. If there are those who return from fighting outside, there will be more Golden Core cultivators.
When Lu Xiaotian arrived not far from the camp, a group of six or seven wounded entered the camp in panic, with sad expressions on their faces. There are more Qi Refining cultivators coming in and out. After all, different cultivation levels face different enemies. Each has its own battlefield.
There were also two teams of monks who returned with high morale and a bit of joy on their faces. It was obvious that they had achieved something in the battle.
The battlefield is like this, there are winners and losers, there are deaths and injuries. Lu Xiaotian thinks this is normal.
The rules of the camp and Wangyue City are the same, and it is not possible for the foundation-building monks to fly directly into the camp. Unless they are seriously injured and need special treatment, of course, except for the golden elixir monks.
“Stop, take out your badge!” Wang Dang, the foundation-building monk who was in charge of guarding the gate of the camp, stopped Lu Xiaotian and looked at Lu Xiaotian’s white hair with some suspicion. He looked quite special. But he has been here for a long time, but he has never seen the silver-haired monk in front of him.
Each sect has its own unique method of refining waist badges. By extending the magic power, you can not only observe the monk's appearance, but also his breath. It's hard to cheat. Besides, you can only go to a camp with golden elixir monks to cheat, unless you are tired of living.
After the foundation was established, Lu Xiaotian’s time in Lingxiao Palace was too short, and even when he was in Lingxiao Palace, he was in seclusion. As for the Qi Refining Base, he spent most of his time in the dark mines of Heishui Village, and the number of people who knew him in the entire Lingxiao Palace was very limited.
Lu Xiaotian took out his waist badge as instructed and was about to hand it to the royal party when two surprising and somewhat shocking voices suddenly sounded in the camp.
"Senior Brother Lu, you, you are still alive, that's great!"
Lu Xiaotian looked up when he heard the sound, and felt that it sounded familiar. Only then did they realize that these two people were actually Peng Dayong and Zhu Ling. At this time, they looked surprised and disbelieving. At this time, the two of them were wearing armor and looked like they were in charge of order in the camp.
"Senior Brother Lu, which Senior Brother Lu?" The other foundation-building monks heard this and looked.
"Who else can it be? Senior Brother Lu from Qingyue Peak, who killed the Flying Cavalry Tribe so much that they abandoned their helmets and armors, is back. He is the number one person in building the foundation of our Moon-Watching Immortal Realm!" Peng Dayong said with a look on his face. Proud, Lu Xiaotian is not only his senior brother, but he also entered Lingxiao Palace with him, and he also belongs to the same Qinglian Peak Domain.
"What, Senior Brother Lu from Qingyue Peak!" At this time, the entire camp was in a state of commotion. Both the Qi Refining monks and the Foundation-building monks in the camp were all looking at Lu Xiaotian in front of them with fanatical reverence. , and suddenly realized, yes, he has silver hair, and this is the only monk like him in the entire Lingxiao Palace. Why didn't they think of it before?
When a fellow disciple is only a little better than them, competition and comparison will occur between the two parties. But when the height reached by the fellow disciple makes all of them look up, what is left is admiration and admiration. For an above-average fairy palace like Lingxiao Palace, it could actually produce the first foundation-building monk in the Moon Watching Realm. Many disciples of Lingxiao Palace felt extremely excited. Moreover, Lu Xiaotian was still a casual cultivator, but he had reached a height that far surpassed those of the disciples who were the heirs of the Golden Pill. This made the disciples who were a casual cultivator even more amazed from the bottom of their hearts.
(End of this chapter)