Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 251 Thunder
"Dialect, is it really you?"

Fang Yan, who had just opened his eyes, heard Xing Wuwu's message, and his voice was full of surprise.

"Brother Xing." This time, Dialect didn't take the Rising Dragon Pill continuously. Although he exhausted his mana and hurt the root, his strength was greatly damaged in a short period of time, but after several days of hard work, he has recovered a little.

"Fang Yan, how could you be so careless? You don't have any magic power left in your body. If you encounter an enemy, you have no power to fight back."

Although it was a reproach, the dialect could hear the caring meaning in Brother Xingwuwu's words, and his heart was warm, but he still smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Xing, it is my luck to see you, three Nascent Soul monks Chasing and killing, it’s just my fate to run out of mana.”

"What? Three Nascent Soul cultivators? Why did you provoke Nascent Soul cultivators?"

Xing Wuwu, who is a cultivator of the dialect, has already investigated it. He watched the dialect forming alchemy here, and in just a dozen years, he actually formed an alchemy. This speed is very frightening in the cultivation world.

But Xing Wuyi himself is a genius in cultivation, who can cultivate to the level of Nascent Soul is not a genius, and he only praised the progress of the dialect, and didn't pay too much attention to it. Xing Wuxin was a little surprised that he escaped from the pursuit of Brother Ying and was able to enter Zhangtao Forest safely.

Regarding the gap between Nascent Soul cultivator and Golden Core cultivator, Xing Wuwu is the clearest. Don't speak in dialect, just a cultivator who has just formed alchemy and has not even stabilized his realm. It is worth mentioning that only in the later stage of the golden elixir, the golden elixir Dzogchen can barely talk to the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Fang Yan not only met the Nascent Soul monk, but also escaped from the hands of the three Nascent Soul monks, so Xing Wuxin couldn't help but be surprised.

"Brother Xing, I'm just relying on a magic weapon of flight and escape." Fang Yan saw Xing Wuwu's question, but didn't elaborate, and said in a blink of an eye: "Brother Xing, I'll find you the three things you want." There are two things, and there is one thing that will take a while to go out to find, I guess the person outside Zhang Taolin is still waiting for me to go out."

"You've already found two things?" Xingwu said with a little joy, "It's okay, I've been waiting for thousands of years, so what's the point of waiting a little longer."

"Well, I have the leaf of ancient breath and red water agate, and I found a kind of vanilla from the soul star, but it's not the one used by Brother Xing, but the name is the same." Dialect spoke, and put the red water agate and red water agate from the Qiankun pot. The leaf of ancient interest took it out: "Brother Xing, see if it is these.

A wave of mana rolled up two things from Dialect's hands, and they disappeared in an instant. Soon Xing Wuwu's consciousness came again, full of excitement: "That's right, it's these two things. Where did you get them? The leaf of ancient interest is actually an eighth-rank spiritual grass?"

"Don't worry about where you got it, as long as you can use it, it's a pity that this lingering star herb can't be used, or else it's all there." As he spoke, the words in the dialect were suddenly cut off, and his consciousness was penetrating into it. In the golden portal of my Qiankun Pot, after I formed the alchemy, this portal has also changed. The earth-type aura exuded from the original soil spirit liquid is more abundant, but now the dialect is not paying attention to this, but to staring at the portal. A few spirit herbs.

These few spiritual grasses were cultivated from the seeds left by Brother Jiu Huan that day. Originally, Dialect didn't know what they were, but he just randomly put them into the golden door. Now that they have grown up, Dialect can see Its appearance is very similar to the lingering soul star vanilla that I got, but the color of the leaves is different, not emerald green, but maroon purple, and the aura in it is much richer. Could it be that brother Jiu Huan prepared the lingering star for the old man? Soul star vanilla seeds?

Thinking of this, Fang Yan immediately took a plant out of the Qiankun Pot: "Brother Xing, let's see if this is the soul-extending star vanilla."

Xing Wuwu didn't expect that he had just identified two spiritual objects. In a blink of an eye, Fang Yan took out another spiritual herb. It seemed that he didn't know that there was this spiritual herb. He rolled up the spiritual herb in Fang Yan's hand for a while, Xing Wuwu couldn't restrain his excitement: "Dialect, this is the lingering star vanilla, this is the lingering star vanilla, the seventh-grade spiritual grass, enough to support my body shaping."

"Really?" Hearing Xing Wuwu's words, the dialect didn't know what to say. This was all arranged by Brother Jiuhuan. He knew that he could cultivate spiritual grass, but he didn't know where he got the seeds, but he did it for The old man prepared it, to repay the old man's kindness in the Dark Demon Realm, or to take care of the old man, but he certainly didn't expect that there would be another Xing Wuwu who was in the same state as the old man. He left so many seeds, just worried that he would not be able to cultivate them. .

"Fang Yan, you are practicing here, don't rush in, I also need to prepare, if it goes well, it won't take a few months before you and I can meet."

He has been with Xing Wuwu for a long time, and the dialect and him are just communicating with each other, and he has never seen his real face. He has seen the old man in his Qiankun ring a few times, but it is just a phantom, and he cannot stay for long at all. Listening to Brother Xing's tone, it seems that relying on these three things, can the body be re-condensed?What kind of supernatural power is this? Can the body be condensed out of thin air?

The old man and Brother Xingwu both wanted these three things, so there shouldn't be any difference. Although they didn't know the details of the dialect, they didn't ask too much. The difference in their cultivation was too great for me to understand.

"Brother Xing, I haven't found the Xingyun Pill you wanted back then, and I haven't heard of it. What kind of pill is it?"

"Xingyun Pill strengthens the soul, if you have it, you can be more assured, if you don't, it's fine."

Strengthen the soul?Dialect took out Heshen Pill: "Brother Xing, can you see if this medicine can be used?"

"Heshen Pill? The fourth-grade elixir, it won't work, and it will be broken before it can be transformed. Put it away, you have gained a lot in the past few years." The happy Xingwu even made a joke.

"Well, it's quite a lot." Hearing Xing Wuwu's words, Dialect knew that the Heshen Pill was useless, so he put it away. Dialect had never seen the pills higher than the fourth grade, so he didn't mention it. In Xing Wuxin's tone, the dialect sounds like the danger of body shaping is not small: "Brother Xing, what else can I help, is it very dangerous?"

"Brother, thank you very much. Being able to find these three things is the greatest help. You just obediently practice here. Your golden core is not stable enough, so you can spend the rest of the day well. Where is the road to cultivation?" There is nothing wrong with it, so don’t worry about your big brother Xing, except for the peach miasma outside, I haven’t suffered any big losses from your big brother Xing.”

Although he speaks confidently, the dialect still sounds a little unreliable. After all, brother Xingwu is only a Nascent Soul now, and is no longer the high-spirited Nascent Soul monk. However, Dialect knows that he really can't help. For the problems that Brother Xing couldn't solve, it would be useless to fill in himself, so he simply stopped talking, and practiced cross-legged according to Brother Xingwu's instructions.

Xing Wuwu saw that the dialect started to practice, and his spiritual consciousness retreated, and there was no movement for several months.

Fang Yan practiced in Liuguangyi for a period of time, and finally integrated the exposed original power into his own golden core, and there was no trace of breath exposed. A medium-grade spiritual weapon, this time he was able to escape the pursuit of the great monk Nascent Soul, thanks to this magic weapon. Dialects always value things that can save their lives.

After the alchemy, a set of Fanping Jue, the fourth most difficult set, the dialect does not need to be so laborious now, the speed of the sacrifice has been accelerated a lot, half a year has passed, and the dialect can occasionally sense the streamer The breath of the weapon spirit in the wings, but it seems that it still has not accepted the dialect, and has been reluctant to show up for a long time.

"A weapon spirit is so arrogant. After I succeed in the sacrificial training, see if you are still arrogant?" Fang Yan was a little angry, but helpless, he could only curse a few times secretly, guessing that he was one of the previous masters of this magic weapon. The lowest one.

Fang Yan, who was practicing the magic weapon, suddenly felt a huge fluctuation of aura above his head, and Fang Yan instantly realized that it was the breath of thunder.

I don't know how much Lei Ting dialect has been experienced in the passage between the two worlds. The Thunder Tree in the Qiankun Pot has absorbed enough thunder light there, otherwise it would not have formed so quickly. Now these thunders are so powerful across the peach forest. It's okay to come down.But why is there such a thunder here? Dialect has stayed here for several years and has never seen such a scene.

(End of this chapter)