fairy jade dust

Qianfangjie, Bianqiang City.

A startled rainbow suddenly flew over and landed outside the city.

The sword light disappeared, revealing a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

It was Lin Mu!

Looking at the small town on the edge of the Qianfang Realm in front of him, Lin Mu smiled and nodded.

He flew all the way for half a month, and I don't know how many thousands of miles he flew. The thousand-square world is vast and boundless. When he came here, he still didn't reach the thousand-square boundary. The cultivation base is also at a low level.

In the city before Bian Qiang City, Lin Mu made a special investigation, but was surprised to find that the person with the highest cultivation level in that city was only in the middle stage of Golden Core!

With his current strength, no one under Nascent Soul can compete with him.

If he goes to that city, he will be the strongest!

The Qianfang Realm is indeed far more powerful and prosperous than the Tianxiao Realm, but no matter how prosperous the place is, there will still be remote corners, poor and poor.

In front of that city, Lin Mu didn't stay for too long, then left again and came here to Qiang City.

"Spread and receive the jade slips, start here!" Lin Mu smiled as he looked at the quaint Bian Qiang City in front of him.

With a flash of golden light, Ling Jinjian suddenly disappeared and flew back into the body.

Fortunately, no one saw such a scene. If it was seen by ordinary people, the cultivators of the Foundation Establishment Stage actually possessed magic weapons. I don’t know how much shock it would cause in this small Bian Qiang City!

Lin Mu also took off the Qingli Concealment Mask, and put it in the pocket of the green robe. Immediately, he performed the "Bone Shrinking Technique", and his appearance changed drastically, turning into a refined middle-aged green robe cultivator, immortal The air is strong and the bearing is extraordinary.

Taking out the Five Elements Mirror and looking at it, Lin Mu was extremely satisfied.

In the mirror, the face appeared to be extremely handsome and elegant, and matched with Lin Mu's own temperament cultivated for nearly 200 years, it possessed a different kind of charm.

"If I were a woman, I would fall in love with myself." Lin Mu looked in the mirror and sighed.

Looking at the cultivators coming and going in Qiang City in the distance, Lin Mu said enviously: "I really envy you, you can see such a face like a banished fairy at any time, but I can only quietly look at it in the mirror."

Such words should be struck by lightning!

If the cultivators in Bian Qiang City knew about it, they would probably rush up and beat him up!

Looking in the mirror with a psychic magic weapon, only he can do such a thing!

It is not easy for an ordinary cultivator to even see a magic weapon, let alone a natal magic weapon.

He holds a psychic weapon, but uses it to look in the mirror.

Many masters in the concentration period are still working hard for a natal magic weapon, but he is complacent and takes out the psychic magic weapon to admire himself.

After entertaining himself like this, Lin Mu felt extremely comfortable.

His appearance has changed into this, so no one can recognize him anymore.

Although the Qingli Concealment Mask is not worn on the face, it can also hide the breath of his spiritual consciousness in his pocket.

In Qiang City, a remote place in the Qianfang Realm, there is no one who can find out his details!

After making these preparations, Lin Mu straightened his clothes and walked into the city.

Bian Qiang City is a place where cultivators live together, and it is extremely prosperous in a radius of hundreds of miles.

On both sides of the road, various shops stand side by side.

In the shops, all kinds of treasures are sold, with novel styles and extraordinary functions.

"Extreme quality flying sword, big sale with tears, hurry up!" In front of a shop selling flying swords, a waiter in Tsing Yi shop shouted hoarsely.

"Top-level alchemy furnace, five thousand spirit stones, don't wait until the expiration date!" In a shop selling alchemy furnaces on the opposite side, a waiter in a white-clothed shop confronted him with a loud voice and full of energy.

"Peerless magic weapon, Qingyun Ding, jumping price, 60 spirit stones." A feeble shout suddenly came from a corner.

Lin Mu stopped suddenly.

magic weapon? 60 spirit stones?

Who believes!

Lin Mu has seen all kinds of magic weapons, and now he has become a person who can look in the mirror with psychic magic weapons. How can he not understand the price of magic weapons?

Under normal circumstances, the magic weapon with the lowest quality should be more than a million spirit stones!

A magic weapon with less than a million spirit stones is extremely rare.

Turning his head to look at a corner of the street, Lin Mu only saw a slovenly cultivator, completely dilapidated, sitting lazily on the ground, leaning against a piece of bluestone, and shouted weakly: "Hematemesis, price reduction, peerless magic weapon, Qingyunding, Only 60 low-grade spirit stones."

Cultivators come and go on the street, but no one pays attention to him.

Lin Mu glanced at this sloppy cultivator, and couldn't help but feel agitated.

This sloppy cultivator has already reached the middle stage of Golden Core!

This kind of cultivation is considered the top in Bianqiang City!

Such a cultivator is selling magic weapons on the street, and what is even more incredible is that no one cares about it, no one pays attention to it.

Why did he fall to this point?

Lin Mu was curious for a while, and his eyes turned, staying on the simple blue tripod in front of the sloppy cultivator.

This is a small cyan tripod, the body of the tripod is engraved with various lines, it is extremely obscure, simple and profound, Lin Mu has a lot of knowledge, but he can't see the origin of this small cyan tripod.

However, he can be sure that this is indeed a magic weapon!

If this Qingyun Ding was in Qianfang City, it would be worth more than 300 million spirit stones at least.Ding-type magic weapons are rare, if you meet a suitable person, the bid will be even higher!

Why is it here, but he can't sell it no matter what?

Out of curiosity, Lin Mu couldn't help walking towards the sloppy cultivator.

He wanted to see why all of this was happening.

Although the cyan tripod is covered with dust, he likes it quite a lot. The quality looks very good, and it only sells for 60 low-grade spirit stones. If this is the case, he really wants to buy it!

Even if you don't use it yourself, if you go back to Qianfang City and resell it, you will make a net profit of more than 200 million!

Coming to the sloppy cultivator, Lin Mu asked with a smile: "This Qingyun cauldron is not bad, only 60 spirit stones?"

When the sloppy cultivator heard the words, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a flash of light flashed across his eyes. Looking at Lin Mu, he said happily, "Are you willing to buy it?"

Before Lin Mu could reply, he saw Lin Mu's cultivation level at a glance, and said dejectedly: "Cultivators in the foundation building period should not join in the fun, I'm already unlucky enough, you still come to make fun of me, isn't it interesting?"

Lin Mu was confused, and said strangely: "I just want to buy your Qingyun cauldron, why am I making fun of you, I don't have that skill."

Looking at the sloppy cultivator, Lin Mu couldn't help but think: "You have fallen to such a level yourself, and you have the nerve to look down on my low cultivation base!"

The sloppy cultivator was skeptical, glanced at Lin Mu, and asked tentatively, "Do you really want to buy it?"

"I originally wanted to buy it, but now I want to ask about the situation and think about it." Lin Mu looked at Qingyun Ding and said with a smile: "Your Qingyun Ding looks quite simple, it doesn't seem like an ordinary thing, Why sell it at such a low price?"

"This Qingyun Ding is a peerless magic weapon!" The sloppy cultivator said firmly, "It's just that my cultivation level is too low to own it, and selling it off would be a pain in the ass!"

"Then why do you still sell it at such a low price?" Lin Mu asked curiously.

"Because no one bought it!" A voice came, and Lin Mu was suddenly startled.

Because this sound was not made by a sloppy cultivator, but came from within the Qingyun Cauldron!

Lin Mu's expression suddenly changed.

A magic weapon that can speak!

"My grandpa, you can't let me go, don't cause damage, this time I succeeded in sight!" The sloppy cultivator threw himself on the Qingyun cauldron, screaming, crying bitterly, in great grief.

"You don't want to get rid of me." There was another voice in Qing Yunding, low and deep.

Lin Mu's eyes flickered, his expression changed several times, Fang looked at the sloppy cultivator: "What's going on?"

"To be honest, I was entangled by this Qingyun cauldron." The sloppy cultivator cried bitterly: "I got this Qingyun cauldron by chance, and I am happy to sacrifice it. Unexpectedly, this was the beginning of my bad luck."

"Baozhu, don't talk nonsense, you said you did it voluntarily!" Qing Yunding interrupted the sloppy cultivator and retorted.

Lin Mu looked surprised.

"My name is Baozhu." The sloppy cultivator said: "At the beginning, I did voluntarily, but now I regret it."

"There is no medicine for regret in the world!" Qing Yun Ding interrupted Bao Zhu again.

"Talk slowly." Lin Mu said curiously: "What is the origin of this Qingyun Ding, please tell me in detail, you can tell me the truth, I am not an ordinary cultivator, there is someone behind me who can afford you Qing Yun Ding!"

"If you say this now, you won't buy it after I finish talking!" Bao Zhu cried bitterly.

"Then you were lying to me before?" Lin Mu couldn't help but angrily said.

Bao Zhu stopped his tears, and blushed for a while: "I was planning to lie to you, but it was a pity that Xiaoqing ruined it again!"

"Xiaoqing?" Lin Mu was puzzled for a while.

"It's the weapon spirit in Qingyun Ding." Bao Zhu explained.

Lin Mu was startled and said: "This magic weapon can speak spirits, and its rank is at least a psychic magic weapon!"

The tool spirit previously born in the Five Elements Ring is also expected to become a psychic magic weapon. If it hadn't rebelled, it would probably be able to speak now.

"You're so smart, you can actually see that I'm a psychic weapon!" Xiao Qing praised Qingyun Ding Qiling.

Lin Mu looked at Baozhu, and asked in doubt: "You have psychic treasures, why are you still in the blessings and don't know the blessings, and you sell them? Sell them as soon as they are sold, why only sell 60 low-grade spirit stones?"

Lin Mu sighed inexplicably, the world is so big, there are so many wonders.

There are still such people!

Before he used the psychic magic weapon to look in the mirror, it was already miserable.

This violent bamboo is even more hateful, even selling off psychic magic weapons!

The price is as low as 60!

"His head was caught by the door!" Qi Ling Xiaoqing snorted angrily.

"Let me tell you the truth." Bao Zhu was extremely distressed: "This Qingyun cauldron is indeed a peerless psychic magic weapon, but it is an incomplete psychic magic weapon. When the magic weapon Ling Xiaoqing was just born, Then he suffered heavy injuries, received extremely serious injuries, and almost collapsed! Now, this Qingyun cauldron can't exert any power at all!"

"It turned out to be a damaged psychic weapon." Lin Mu suddenly realized: "This magic weapon still doesn't have any power!"

"Then you won't sell it!" Lin Mu said: "You should find a way to repair its injuries. After it recovers to its original state, it will be a powerful psychic magic weapon. With your current cultivation level, you can kill Nascent Soul in reverse order. Period, it's all easy!"

"Of course I know that." Bao Zhu said distressedly: "The problem is that I'm too good at helping it recover from its injuries, but it depends on me. I want to sell it, but it's a pity that it comes out to stop it every time!"

"What is this Qingyun cauldron used for?" Lin Muqi asked, "Why can't you help it recover from its injuries?"

"I am an alchemy celestial weapon. My former master used me to refine a seventh-grade elixir!" Qi Ling Xiaoqing interjected again.

Lin Mu's breathing stopped suddenly!

Seventh grade panacea!

Qianyao Pill King is only a sixth-grade alchemist, and he is already calling the wind and calling the rain in the Qianfang Realm, and no one dares to offend him.

This Qingyun cauldron can actually refine a seventh-grade panacea!