Chapter 124 Master Fuyang
“This is a very incredible skill.”
Speaking of this, Sword Spirit admired from the bottom of his heart: "If you can master it, it will be like carrying the blessed land and spiritual land with you. The cultivator's need for spiritual veins will be greatly reduced."
"Even the big sects of Huaixu's time may not have this kind of method of casting tools to nourish life and accumulating earth to nourish qi. Even if it does, the cost is extremely high and requires special innate spirituality to achieve it."
"But in this Tianyuan world, a monk who can't even build a foundation can do it with a set of spiritual weapons. The cost has been reduced to this point, which shows that the level of weapon cultivation and formation cultivation in the Tianyuan world is extremely high!"
Speaking of this, Sword Spirit felt a little regretful: "I should also know a little about the art of refining weapons, but unfortunately I have completely forgotten this part of the memory, but even so, I can see that it is extraordinary."
"That's right." An Jing heard Sword Spirit's unabashed appreciation and nodded thoughtfully: "So, the techniques of cultivating immortals in Tianyuan Realm are better than those in Huaixu Realm?"
"It's far superior in terms of weapon refining. The talisman elixirs may also be comparable." Sword Spirit said objectively: "As for the others, I don't know."
"I see."
An Jing nodded slightly and smiled: "The trade between the two worlds... seems to be promising."
After the healing was completed, he took out a piece of jade-cutting steel from his bag and began to absorb the evil spirit of the hardware to restore his spiritual energy.
It's not a waste. There is still one day left before returning to Huaixu Realm, and he must return to full condition as quickly as possible.
Moreover, he still has one thing unfinished in Tianyuan World and Xuanye City.
Time was running out and he needed to race against time.
at the same time.
Xuanming Black Market, three floors underground.
In the dark and silent place of death struggle, the only sound that could be heard was the gurgling water after the water pipe broke.
Several Jiawei wearing full-coverage exoskeleton combat uniforms quietly came to the place where Fengduwei fought Guixiu and Bo Yan, and where Fengduwei died.
Their figures are shrouded in shadow, and if seen from a distance, they are just hazy.
The smooth-shaped exoskeleton power armor can block the aura induction. Even from the induction of foundation monks, their feedback is no different from a common rat in the sewer.
One of the people who looked like the leader was holding a mirror-shaped magic weapon and carefully scanning the remaining traces of the battle scene.
At the scene of Fengduwei's death, he scanned carefully for a few minutes, then raised his head and nodded to the teammates around him, and the teammates checking other places also nodded in response.
——He has been dead for more than an hour, and the battle lasted no more than two quarters of an hour.
——Besieged by many parties, the alien spiritual energy 'Diyan', 'Minggu' and 'Gengjin' were detected.
——They are all at the ninth level of Qi refining, Gengjin is slightly weaker, but judging from the purity of the spiritual energy, they should be at the high level of Qi refining.
They talked with their spiritual senses, and it was obvious that they were all around the seventh level of Qi refining, and the leader of the team confirmed the result: "The true talisman has been taken away, and the target is 'Earth Flame Gun Bo Yan' and another one who uses 'Gold Metal Qi' The unknown Qi refining monk is missing."
"The two people have most likely escaped through the secret passage of the black market. The security team will report the situation."
A voice came from the communication: "Report to the captain! Twenty-two black market escapees have been captured. No target has been found. The target may still be in the sewer, or they may have chosen another area leading to the ground to escape!"
"receive."
The leader nodded slightly. He was originally going to hold a magic weapon to track the breath.
But before he could continue to use the mirror magic weapon in his hand, a hand patted his shoulder.
"Forget it, it's useless."
This silent voice undoubtedly startled the team leader, but he quickly reacted and stood on the spot, raised his chest and saluted, saying respectfully: "Subordinates, welcome the real person!" And everyone in the team immediately knelt down. Kneel down and salute: "Welcome Master Fuyang!"
The white-haired man with red eyes and golden pupils who suddenly appeared in the team was wearing a silver robe. He was thin and young in appearance, but he was none other than Chen Jingguang, one of the four Zifu masters under the Zhengyi Division of Luofuxuan Night City, Fuyang Master.
He was born in the headquarters of Luofu Mountain, a native of Dongtian Yuncheng. Although his ancestors did not have the Jindan Dao Fei Zhenren Zhenjun, he was still a descendant of Luofu Miao. He was born a hundred years ago, and he can be regarded as having made great achievements. In Xuanye City, where these heroes gathered, he was born in Luofu Mountain. There is a famous person who is polite and virtuous, and is quite popular.
He was the real person who had fought against the Xuanming Palace Zi Mansion before, and his presence here meant that he had the upper hand in the battle just now.
"No courtesy, please get up."
However, even if he obtained the right to search the black market, Fuyang Zhenren was not happy at all. Although he looked young, Zifu, who had already turned white, sighed: "It's a pity that I was dragged too long. After a long time, the thief also used the talisman to sweep away, and the breath disappeared, and he could not catch up. "
"Fang Xizhen from Xuanming Palace is no less powerful than me. If we fight head-on, I won't be able to take advantage."
"But he is always wandering around. He just wants to buy me time and wait until their people are evacuated before stopping..."
Master Fuyang was complaining to himself, but no one else dared to raise their heads.
Fang Xizhen was the Purple Mansion of Xuanming Palace who had previously confronted Master Fuyang. His name was Master Jingshui. He became famous at a young age. At the age of fifty, he became a member of the Xuanxuan cast. Mansion.
His residence should be Qingyu City. He came to Xuanye City this time just to help his fellow sect escape, and he would not have a real showdown with Master Fuyang.
After complaining, Master Fuyang glanced at Fengduwei's body, shook his head and said: "It was too careless. I thought about catching him alive, but he was killed in desperation."
"However, the Gengjin monk who followed Bo Yan was so greedy for money that he actually dared to take the Lingshi Furnace from the Supervisory Heaven Bureau - didn't he know that the Lingshi Furnace's Lingshi had its own spiritual message, and as long as it was activated, the coordinates would be displayed? ?”
After waving his hand, Master Fuyang turned around, turned into light and left, with a firm tone: "You first deal with the remnants of the black market here, and then set up a detection array to detect the spiritual energy movements in the southwest of Xuanye City."
"Within three days, the ritual will be set and the secret method of summoning spirits will be performed. Even if those two shameless insects hide in the ends of the earth, they will still be able to catch their tails."
Everyone claimed yes.
Even though there are a few quick-thinking people who wonder why the Jindan Zhenjun who is stationed in Xuanye City in Luofu headquarters doesn't take action, they don't dare to ask or think about it... because once they think about it carefully, the problem is too big, for example How the true talisman was lost is really something that cannot be discussed with outsiders.
In this case, it is better not to think about anything and just be a tool to complete the orders above - this is the case for most staff of large groups.
Soon, the once prosperous Xuanming black market fell completely silent with the sound of cleaning and refilling guns.
Three days is not long. Three days is not short.
Night falls.
Peace comes in the second half of the third day of Tianyuan.
An Jing's last period in the Tianyuan world.
Xuanye City, Weihai District.
No one dares to travel on the streets late at night, they are desolate and dark, like the underworld.
Towering high-rise buildings cast shadows all over the ground, and a figure quickly walked through them.
There is no valuable information in Nianqin's watch-type personal terminal, and the silk charm in the strap has naturally disappeared. In order to avoid being exposed and tracked, and to restore the tranquility of all spiritual energy, it will naturally be crushed into ashes.
But before crushing it, he still confirmed a few pieces of information.
One of them is where Nianqin’s ‘home’ is located.
(End of chapter)