Covering the sky: my fellow practitioners, the yin and yang of my emperor, are invincible

Chapter 18
Li Wangxian was very interested in this, so he walked towards one of the Tianlei Terraces.

After arriving at the destination, he was a little disappointed. It was just a huge rock. The Tianlei Terrace was nothing special. The special thing was the formation, which could attract Tianlei, imprison him into Taizhong, and give the people in Tianlei Terrace Provide enough lightning power for tempering or comprehension.

Li Wangxian, who wanted to see what kind of lightning power this thunder tower could attract and how useful it would be, stayed behind, and then found an opportunity to sneak into Passerby, the most terrifying intelligence organization in the world that shrouds the sky.

But before his guide asked any secrets, he heard information about him, which made him feel very complicated.

"Have you heard that the good thief has just been cleaned up by a new Son?"

"Really, the gang of good people are notoriously vicious and cautious. How could they attack a holy son?"

Some passers-by were surprised and felt a little puzzled, after all, this group of people had been in Leicheng for many years.

Although they only rob and don't kill, and they always attack some new monks, they didn't really cause public anger, but it's not that no masters have troubled them, but this group of people is notoriously slippery, how could it be so It was simply planted.

"It's true. Someone saw it with their own eyes. That holy son was very young. It is said that he was only thirteen or fourteen years old. He was dressed very plainly, and there were no protectors around him, and then the good thief followed him. , was finally suppressed by that Lord Son.”

A monk replied, this is a young male monk, and he was very excited at this time, because he was robbed by this group when he first arrived a few days ago, but unfortunately he just got the thousand-year-old antler, so he didn't give up If you don't use it, you will be robbed by this group of guys who deserve to kill a thousand knives.

"It's a pity that Master Shengzi is too kind, let them go, or suppress them, put them in the Thunder Prison and seal them up for 1000 years!"

Everyone was taken aback, seeing how excited he was.

It looks like there is a story!
"Brother... was robbed?" Someone asked tentatively.

"That's right, those bastards, poor my thousand-year-old antler! I got it after a lot of hard work! I should suppress these bastards for 1000 or 1 years."

The young male cultivator didn't shy away from it, and howled when he thought of his elixir.

"Oh, millennium antler! That's really a pity, it's heartbreaking, they should be suppressed for 1 years."

A middle-aged male cultivator echoed loudly. After winning the favor of the young man, he immediately asked while the iron was hot: "I, I have a friend. He wants to ask where can I buy this velvet antler?"

Li Wangxian was taken aback for a moment, he did not expect to have traveled to the world of practice, and the skill of making friends out of nothing is still blooming with his brilliance.

The young male cultivator looked at the middle-aged man with a knowing smile on his face, and he didn't shy away from it. He directly explained that he had a monster friend who had paid a lot of money to get it.

After the middle-aged male cultivator heard this, the smile on his face became even wider. He was not afraid that the item would be expensive, but he was afraid that he would not be able to buy it, so he immediately negotiated the price with the young man via voice transmission.

The corner of Li Wangxian's mouth twitched, he clearly saw more than one monk "chatting privately" with the young man who was robbed, could monks be hypocritical too?

This is just nonsense, right?

After just such a private chat, the atmosphere here became even more heated, and a tacit understanding that everyone was friends spontaneously emerged for some reason.

Even Li Wangxian was no exception. Although he didn't get involved, these guys felt a magical sense of superiority as an adult when they saw him as a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

It's outrageous to be quite close to him.

But in this way, he has indeed heard a lot of information, such as the Tianlei Tower also has different levels, such as the Thunder Sea outside the city is divided into nine levels according to its power, and is called the Nine Levels of Thunder Prison by the locals. It is said that the most central one In the Thunder Prison on the first floor, there is a divine object comparable to a peerless dragon marrow.

Xu could see that Li Wangxian had asked so many questions. He must be a newcomer. The young male cultivator specially reminded him that if he brought any elixir, he had better go to the Medicine King Hall to exchange for the holy medicine for healing. The effect is also the best, and it has a miraculous effect on healing the damage caused by thunder.

Li Wangxian thanked him earnestly. He also planned to go to the Nine Layers of Thunder Prison. If so, this news is very necessary. After all, a simple elixir is definitely not as effective as a specific healing medicine.

"Hey, speaking of it, little brother Li, you just came here today. You look thirteen or fourteen years old, and you are very similar to the legendary Holy Son!"

At this time, a middle-aged male cultivator from a friend discovered a blind spot.

"That's true! And it's still the same white clothes." The young male Xiu was stunned for a moment, and then quickly sized Li Wangxian.

"That's right, thirteen or fourteen years old, very handsome, with a special temperament, it is really you, Lord Shengzi."

The young male cultivator was very excited at this time. After he knew the news that the good man was being punished, he had carefully asked the monks who knew about it. At this time, Li Wangxian looked more and more like the person described.

Li Wangxian was helpless, so the passers-by in this world were really scary, and he was exposed after only one attack. Fortunately, he changed his body shape, it was just a vest, so it didn't matter.

The young Xiu Luoyang, who was recognized by Li Wangxian, was very excited. He thanked Li Wangxian on the spot and gave him a bad breath.

Then it was a pity that Li Wangxian didn't bring the good guys to Leicheng to suppress them.

Then the middle-aged male repairman Peng Tao also told a piece of news, which made Li Wangxian wish he could go out and arrest the bearded men immediately.

Because those people had a reward of [-] catties, what a windfall they really missed!

Li Wangxian felt a little pain in his heart, but he didn't show anything on his face. This kind of expression made the few people beside him secretly sigh that he was worthy of being the holy son of the Great Sect, and his background is so profound. Wu Qianyuan missed it like this, and there is no sign of regret.

It turned out to be like this, Li Wangxian was not polite, as if they had carefully inquired about all kinds of detailed information about the Nine Layers Thunder Prison.

The few people were very keen, and immediately noticed that Li Wangxian intended to go directly outside the city to sharpen, instead of using the Tianlei Terrace in the city to train and adapt.

This made them guess in their hearts that Shengzi and Ben didn't like the thunder force attracted by the Tianlei Tower in the city, but they wanted to go directly to the Nine Layers Thunder Field for cruel training.

In fact, it is almost the same. Li Wangxian really thought so. After his observation, the thunder caused by the low-level Tianlei Tower can't exercise his golden body at all, and the high-level ones are too ostentatious. Not for him.

After knowing his plan, Luo Yang enthusiastically led him to the Medicine King Hall to exchange for the holy medicine for healing, and told him all kinds of rumors he knew.

Finally, when Li Wangxian left the city, he creaked and asked if he could keep the thousand-year-old velvet antler. In a few days, he would exchange it with two thousand-year-old elixir.

Li Wangxian smiled and nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)