Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit

Chapter 3: landslide

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Since he produced the top-level talisman, the excited Lu Ping continued to try to make the top-level talisman for the next month. Unfortunately, he only succeeded twice, but the success rate of making top-grade and middle-grade talismans greatly increased.

Early in the morning at the end of the month, Lu Ping took a package full of talismans and walked to Fangshi outside the courtyard.

Because the Grand Competition in the other courtyard was coming soon, the market was very lively, and even many foundation-building monks passed through the sky, attracting envious looks.

Lu Ping handed in a spirit stone, found a place in the square city, put the mask he got from the management monk of the square city on his face, and opened the package, thirty-six low-grade talismans, thirty-six middle-grade talismans, Six high-grade talismans were placed on top of it. These six high-grade talismans are mostly auxiliary spells, powerful attack and defense spells, and Lu Ping is willing to take them out.

As soon as Lu Ping's talisman was taken out, it attracted the attention of others, and soon a monk in green robe came to inquire about the price.

"A low-grade talisman has three spirit stones, one medium-grade talisman has one spirit stone, and one high-grade talisman has three spirit stones." Lu Ping changed his tone and replied coldly.

Since a middle-aged monk who made talismans he met in Fangshi disappeared for no reason two years ago, Lu Ping has been acting cautiously in Fangshi.

That monk has a very high level of talisman making, has the mana of the eighth level of blood refining, is very famous among the blood refining monks, and has given Lu Ping a lot of advice. Beware of slipping the tongue, Lu Ping never saw him again, and his relatives and friends searched for thousands of miles, but no one was alive or dead.

After Lu Ping advanced to the seventh level of blood refining, he thought that his level of talisman making surpassed that of the missing talisman making monk, so he was naturally more concerned about his own safety.

The inquiring green-robed monk gave a wry smile and said, "This fellow Taoist, is it a bit expensive?"

Lu Ping still said coldly: "The quality of this talisman is a bit more powerful than that of the same level."

Hearing this, the green-robed monk picked up a medium-grade talisman, felt the spiritual power in it, and said, "Sure enough." After speaking, I wanted to say something, but seeing Lu Ping's cold face, he shook his head and said: "A middle-ranked Vajra Talisman, a Golden Sword Talisman, and a Gale Talisman each, and the lower-ranked ones also have these three kinds of Talismans, three of each."

"A total of six low-grade spirit stones." Lu Ping was overjoyed, and it was a good start, but he still said coldly.

The green-robed monk reluctantly took out six spirit stones, then took the twelve talismans handed over by Lu Ping, and turned to leave, but suddenly turned around again, gritted his teeth, and said, "This high-grade ice A stabbing talisman, too! This month's benefits are all given to fellow daoists." He looked desperate.

Lu Ping got nine spirit stones at once, so he was naturally happy.

The green-robed monk took the lead, and the other monks bought three or two of them one after another. Lu Ping was extremely excited seeing the increasing number of spirit stones in his hand, but he still pretended to be cold on the surface.

Among them were many disciples from other courtyards that Lu Ping knew. Even Yao Yong, the eldest disciple of his team, and Shi Lingling, the fourth disciple, bought a high-grade talisman, four middle-grade talismans, and several low-grade talismans from Lu Ping respectively. Lu Ping clicked his tongue. At first he thought that his benefits were already very high in the late stage of blood refining, but it seemed that he could not compare with the seniors on the eighth and ninth floors. What's more, according to gossip, the two came from good backgrounds, and their backgrounds were much better than those of ordinary people like me.

In just one morning, Lu Ping harvested sixty-six low-grade spirit stones, which was a wealth that Lu Ping had never touched before. Lu Ping used ten pieces of spirit stones to buy the talisman paper and spirit ink needed for making talismans, and the remaining fifty or so spirit stones will be prepared for Dabi.

Lu Ping came to a loft in the city center, Duobao Pavilion. Lu Ping had never been here before, so he couldn't afford it! The lowest selling items here are all low-level instruments that can only be activated in the late stage of blood refining. It is generally the business of monks in the hemolytic period.

Lu Ping entered the Lingbao Pavilion with a feeling of apprehension. An old man greeted him with a smile and said, "Young fellow Taoist, welcome to this pavilion. Dare to ask you what you need."

Lu Ping calmed down, bowed to the old man, and said: "The old man is polite. The junior wants to buy an attack magic weapon. It's the first time I come to the Guige. I don't know how deep it is. Please give me some advice."

It's not that Lu Ping is superficial, and he handed over his background as soon as he came up, but that Lu Ping really doesn't know much about it, and Duobao Pavilion has always had a good reputation, even a blood-refining monk like him has heard of it. Ask the old man for advice as soon as you come up, if you cover up and pretend to understand, you will make the other party unhappy, and you will be the one who suffers.

Hearing the words, the old man chuckled, apparently quite satisfied with Lu Ping's performance, and said, "Young fellow daoist, please!"

Lu Ping followed the old man to the side of the first floor. This is obviously where the low-level magical artifacts are placed. He selected three magical artifacts, one sword, one seal, and one leaf, and said: "These three are in the low-level magical artifacts. Among the weapons, they are all pretty good." After finishing speaking, he looked at Lu Ping, and continued: "Young fellow Daoist has a solid foundation, and you don't have to suffer from lack of magic power like other seventh-level blood-refining monks to activate these three magic weapons. .”

When the old man looked at him, Lu Ping felt a chill from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, as if he had been seen through by the old man at a glance. Could this be the spiritual consciousness that only monks in the hemolytic period can have? Lu Ping was even more cautious, and said respectfully: "Please give me more advice, senior!"

The old man gave a "hmm", nodded and said, "This sword is called 'Speed Electric'. Its attack power is the lowest among the three magic weapons, but its attack speed is the highest. The mana is the lowest; this seal is called 'Landslide', which is the most powerful, but requires the most mana."

After all, he took a look at Lu Ping, and then said: "Your fellow Taoist's current spiritual strength is enough. This third magic weapon is called: 'Flame Fan', which can spew out a stream of spiritual fire to hurt the enemy. , the quality is between the two. I wonder which magic weapon Xiaodao Youxin belongs to?"

Lu Ping secretly said: "I was forced to use this magic weapon, so I don't care whether it is flexible or not, I just want to be able to injure the enemy with one blow, so forget about this sword and fan, only this mountain-shaped magic weapon can be used enough."

The old man kept looking at Lu Ping with a smile on his face. Seeing that Lu Ping came back to his senses, he knew that he had made a decision, so he asked, "Which magic weapon is it?"

Lu Pingdao: "Thank you for your guidance, senior. This junior has already made a decision and wants this 'landslide'. Dare I ask senior how much this magic weapon is worth?"

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Young fellow daoist has a good eye. This 'landslide' is enough for you to use until the middle stage of foundation establishment. This is the first time for a young fellow daoist to care about this pavilion. Fifteen spirit stones will do."

Lu Ping was taken aback for a moment. Although it was his first time buying a magic weapon, it didn't mean that he didn't know the price of the magic weapon. Ordinary low-level magic weapons were only about thirty spirit stones, like this one worth fifty spirit stones. This is the first time Lu Ping has encountered a magic weapon. Looking at the old man's appearance, and recalling the comments he had heard about the Lingbao Pavilion from many monks, Lu Ping gritted his teeth and said, "I bought it!"