The previous battle with Dong Shuye made him feel powerless. Facing the crushing of senior monks, it was difficult for low-level monks to survive.
But if there was a defensive spiritual tool at that time, he might not be so miserable. The guardian spirit pattern is good, but it is too much spiritual power.
This little bell spirit tool is undoubtedly a good defensive spirit tool, so Lu Ye wanted to take it as his own, but after he got the little bell, he tried to activate its power, but unfortunately it is difficult to accept outsiders. Spiritual power, when Lu Ye urged the spiritual power to be poured into it, it was obviously repelled by some force.
"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"
It feels like opening a storage bag that doesn't belong to you.
So Lu Ye guessed whether this thing also has a prohibition lock.
He didn't dare to continue trying blindly, because when he was in Qingyun Mountain before, he tried to open a storage bag, but the restriction was triggered, and the storage bag was completely destroyed.
It is a pity that a low-level monk's storage bag is destroyed, but if this little bell spirit is destroyed, it will be a big loss.
The old cultivator glanced at Lu Ye with a strange expression, stretched out his hand to take the small bell spirit weapon, checked it a little, and handed it back.
Lu Ye looked at him inexplicably.
The old cultivator took a sip from the teapot beside him, and then he said slowly, "Is your little friend a loose cultivator?"
How does this appear
Followed his words: "Yes."
The old cultivator nodded: "It's not easy to cultivate loosely. For the sake of your comfort, the old man will teach you a good one." He pointed to the small bell spirit tool in Lu Ye's hand, "A spirit tool is different from a storage bag. Yes, every prohibition in the spiritual tool is extremely important, which is related to the quality of the spiritual tool, so under normal circumstances, there is no prohibition that causes self-destruction in the spiritual tool, because that will reduce the power of the spiritual tool itself, especially When the quality of the spirit tool is not high, although your spirit tool has not yet entered the middle grade, it is still the top spirit tool among the lower grades, and the restrictions in it are basically protective, so you can understand."
Lu Ye understood his words carefully, and vaguely reacted: "Sir, does this spiritual tool have no prohibition lock?"
The old monk laughed: "The so-called prohibition lock is just a name, the prohibition itself is an invisible lock, but if some prohibitions are not unlocked in a clever way, some unpredictable consequences will occur, such as broken, self-immolation, etc. , but most restraints do not have this feature. For example, this spiritual tool in your hand, you only need to slowly immerse those restraints with your own spiritual power, moisten them, and naturally make it like an arm and a finger. You can't use it now. , because this spiritual tool has traces left by the previous owner."
Lu Ye was stunned, only then did he realize that he had made a mistake.
After he got this little bell spirit tool, he gave it up after just a little try, mainly because he was afraid of repeating the same mistakes, but now it seems that he gave up too early.
This spiritual tool originally belonged to the young master of the Nine-Star Sect. He was nourished by the young sect master with his own spiritual power, and the various internal restrictions left traces of him, so Lu Ye naturally couldn't move it.
But if he erases those traces and nourishes it with his own spiritual power, he can make this thing his own.
If the restriction inside the spirit tool is likened to a lock, then the spiritual power of the monk is the key. When the young master of the Nine Star Sect died and the key was lost, Lu Ye could use his own spiritual power to give the spirit tool a new key. .
suddenly see the light…
"Thank you sir." Lu Ye got up and thanked.
The old cultivator just waved his hand, then picked up the tea and drank it slowly.
Walking out of the Tianji Business Alliance, Lu Ye took the young master's storage bag to check, and found more than 30 Yunling Pills, more than 20 Lingshi, and a few bottles of medicinal herbs Lu Ye couldn't recognize. There are some messes, like women's clothing...
Those clothes were very thin and cool, and the materials were used sparingly, Lu Ye could only sigh with emotion, this young master really knows how to play.
The gain is not much, but not a loss.
Now there are more than 350 Yunling Pills on his body, but unfortunately only the last six pieces of the largest magnetite are left. Lu Ye can't help but feel a little melancholy. Nine-layer realm, it seems that I really think too much now.
After walking through a few messy streets, I came to a corner of Fang City.
The screams came into his ears immediately, and Lu Yeding looked over, and saw a simple tent was built over there. There were several beds in the tent. On one of the beds, the burly Kong Niu was pressing a struggling man. Male Xiu, Hua Ci was wearing a headscarf on his head, and his hands were slapping the male Xiu's abdomen at a dizzying speed. Every time he slapped the palm, the man would scream, and occasionally a blood arrow would come from the wound on his abdomen. Biao flew out, the blood was not the normal red, but a little black.
Looks like this guy is poisoned...
This is Huaci's designated treatment center in Liusufang. Many cultivators of the Haotian League who were seriously injured will come to her for treatment. Today, the business is obviously good, because there are several disabled people lying on the beds waiting for treatment. , One by one looks miserable, and I don't know what happened.
Every time the male cultivator who was being healed screamed, he would shout, "Mother..."
Huaci's medical skills are undoubtedly superb, but it is undeniable that this woman's treatment methods are indeed a bit rude. Lu Ye confirmed again that she is the kind of woman who speaks the softest words and lays the most venomous hands.
And listening to the man's miserable cry, Lu Ye couldn't help but think of Hua Ci's previous joke about medical repair. It seemed that she was not talking nonsense, but someone really called her mother.
"I told you not to move, don't move!" Kong Niu pressed the guy hard to prevent him from breaking free.
The male cultivator cried with tears and snot, and shouted: "Kill me, kill me!" The screams made people horrified, and those who didn't know listened to them, I was afraid that they would think that what was going on here was inhuman. torture.
After a while, Hua Ci stopped, and at a glance, she saw Lu Ye who was watching the excitement, and said rudely, "That one over there, come and help."
Lu Ye pointed at himself.
"Yes, it's you!" Hua Ci wiped the blood on her hands with a cotton cloth.
Lu Ye stepped forward reluctantly, and Hua Ci picked up a bowl of green concoction and motioned aside, "Give him a drink."
Lu Ye took the concoction, and there were many unpleasant memories in his heart immediately, the corners of his mouth twitched, a smile appeared, and he walked step by step towards the cultivator who was being treated.
Kong Niu was still pressing the male cultivator at the moment, and the other party saw Lu Ye walking towards him step by step. For some reason, he suddenly had a very bad feeling and struggled even more: "Let me go, let me go!"
Lu Ye stepped forward and stood in front of the man, smiling harmlessly: "This brother, it's time to drink the medicine..."
"I don't want it!" The male cultivator's sense of crisis became stronger and stronger, and his head swayed from side to side.
Lu Ye winked at Kong Niu, Kong Niu immediately pinched the man's mouth, Lu Ye took the big bowl and poured it into it.
"I... u lulu... want to lulu... "