Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

On the shelf is a side weapon.

In addition to the magic weapon, monks who are good at fighting usually have a personal weapon, such as a sword and dagger, which is used for personal defense, or used when they are in the wild and slaughtering monsters.

The reason why the weapon is strange is that its shape is similar to the iron ruler Zhao Lin used when he was a fast catcher.

In the middle is a short mace with guards on both sides, but it is different from the iron ruler in that the head of the short mace is slightly wider and sharpened, and the guards on both sides have hooks.

Press and hold the mechanism on the handle, and the hand guard will close inwards, which is used to hook enemy weapons.

"This thing is good, it can be used as a weapon, and it can also be used to dig spiritual grass."

Zhao Lin fell in love with it at first glance, walked straight over, took the iron ruler in his hand, and waved it twice, feeling very handy.

After the last practice meeting, Zhao Lin has been thinking about how to deal with the magic weapon.

I am not a physical cultivator, so I can't use my body to carry a magic weapon, especially a sword cultivator like Fang Qinglu, the flying sword is fast and sharp, and it is impossible to defend against it.

Although the thrilling victory was won, the thought of the flying sword that came and went like lightning was a headache.

With this iron ruler, you can directly block the magic weapon when you encounter it, and if you use it well, you can lock the magic weapon.

In this way, his safety in the Yinfeng Realm will be more secure.

Seeing that Zhao Lin seemed to be interested in this weapon, the man immediately came over.

"Guest officer, have you taken a fancy to this cross?"

Zhao Lin has already bought the armor, and the buddy knows that the low-level monk in front of him has the ability to buy it, so he is much more enthusiastic than before.

Without waiting for Zhao Lin to answer, he continued to introduce: "Guest officer, you have a good eye, this cross was carefully crafted by our craftsman. It is the same as the armor you bought just now. It is all made of pure gold. .”

"Although it is not a magic weapon, the materials used are not bad at all!"

Zhao Lin was noncommittal and asked, "How much?"

The clerk looked at his words and felt that there was a door, and said cautiously: "The original price is 2000 two hundred spirit coins, and now it is selling for two thousand."

"So expensive? Forget it."

Zhao Lin threw the iron ruler to the buddy, turned around and left.

The iron ruler was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it was obvious that it could not be sold, so it had to be chopped severely.

In fact, that was exactly the case. Back then, the craftsman had a whim and painstakingly crafted a strange weapon. Unfortunately, no one cared about it. As the price dropped, it could only be left in a corner to eat ashes.

"Guest officer, please stay, the price can be negotiated."

The clerk hurriedly shouted, and ran a few steps to catch up with Zhao Lin. This cross has been in the store for two years, and it is easy for someone to ask the price, so it cannot be let go.

Zhao Lin sneered, "An ordinary weapon sells for more than a magic weapon, so what's there to talk about?"

The guy said: "Then how much did you say, guest officer?"

"one thousand."

Zhao Lin was straightforward.

The buddy showed a smile uglier than crying, "Guest officer, one thousand is really not enough, it is not enough for the materials. This is made of pure gold, such heavy fine gold, even if it is melted and re-smelted, the price is more than one thousand ah."

"How about one thousand and six? Guest officer, you can take it directly."

Hearing what the clerk said, Zhao Lin felt more confident. A clerk could directly decide to drop so much money, which meant that the shopkeeper had already ordered it, so there must be room for price reduction.

If it was in the previous life, there must be routines, such as talking with our manager and so on.

"One thousand and two, no more."

"Oh, it still can't be sold, add more, one thousand and three."

The guy is almost pleading.

"Okay, but you have to give me another sheath."

This request is not too much, the iron ruler is sharpened, and it is hung on the waist to walk, if you accidentally cut yourself or others, you will be in trouble.

"Ok."

The man gritted his teeth and accepted.

Zhao Lin paid for the iron ruler, but it was also a pain in the flesh.

Originally, I had exchanged 400 spiritual coins, leaving a lot of margin, but after buying this iron ruler, I only had more than [-] spiritual coins left on hand.

Barely enough for the travel expenses back, there can be no more expenses.

Touching the shriveled iron bag, Zhao Lin finally understood why monks in the county seldom received missions from the sect.

To perform a task, it takes at least seven or eight days to go back and forth, and it costs a lot, consuming a lot of time and money.

If it can't be completed satisfactorily, the gain outweighs the loss.

Don't think about it, I will definitely not be able to pay back for this mission.

No wonder Lu Yuanxiu has been taking risks to do high-risk missions. Only the purple and white missions can get extremely high returns and earn enough resources.

Early the next morning, Zhao Lin took the spirit boat to Qiuyang County.

There are more than 1000 monks sitting on the spirit boat, each with [-] spirit coins, and the boat station can collect more than [-] spirit coins for a trip.

Zhao Lin didn't know the specific "fuel consumption" of the spirit boat, and it would not exceed 20 yuan of spirit stones, so it seemed like a profitable business.

The monks on the spirit boat are all at the Qi Refining Realm, and there are also a few monks from other sects.

The clothes of the monks of the Outer Sect are not the same as those of the Chenghua Sect, and the appearance is also slightly different when viewed from the Qi Wang technique.

This is due to the different practice methods of different sects.

The spirit boat shuttled through the clouds. The monks didn't know each other, and basically had no communication with each other. They could only hear the whistling of the wind from both sides.

Someone saw Zhao Lin carrying a strangely shaped weapon and took a second look, but found that his cultivation was only at the third level of Qi Refining, so they paid no attention.

Zhao Lin wished so, and sat quietly in the corner with his eyes closed.

Thousands of miles away, it takes an hour.

Qiuyang County is located in the north of Xiniu Prefecture, with only 300 people in the whole county. It is one of the smallest counties in Cheng Huazong. Its specialty is a kind of demon insect called Yinxie, which can be used as an auxiliary medicine for many elixirs.

There is no square market in the county, only a small market outside the county. Its purpose is the same as that of the square market, but the scale is very different. There is only a simple boat station and seven or eight shops.

"It's so expensive, it's a money grab!"

"Brother Han, stop talking nonsense with them, let's walk by ourselves."

"But brother Li, I heard that the road is not smooth."

"Don't listen to their nonsense. What Zhouyi said is to let the two of us go to Yinfeng Valley in their spirit boat. If you believe it, you will fall into their trap."

As soon as he got off the spirit boat, Zhao Lin saw two monks passing by angrily.

"What is so angry?"

Zhao Lin glanced at the two of them and walked into the market.

There was a bulletin board in front of the market, and after a glance from top to bottom, he was quickly attracted by one of the wanted notices.

I saw the notice read: In the past six months, on the road leading to Yinfeng Valley, there have been two bandit cultivators in the late stage of Qi refining.

However, there are past monks who should take a spiritual boat or go in groups.If they can be captured and killed, a reward of [-] good deeds and [-] spirit stones will be offered.

Signed: Qiuyang County, Xunweitang.

The arrest warrant attached two pictures of bandit cultivators, one was extremely ugly with protruding eyes and protruding teeth, and the other was quite handsome with delicate features.
Looking at the two portraits, the contrast is quite strong.

"There are bandit cultivators appearing."

Zhao Lin remembered the conversation between the two monks just now, and probably understood what it meant. (end of this chapter)