A looming flying boat shuttles between the clouds, and if you don't look closely, you can barely find any trace of it.

Yu Feifan stood on the section of the flying boat, full of curiosity about the flying boat under his feet, this so-called 'Spirit Cloud Boat' is not an entity, there are cyan runes condensed on the hull, and there are white clouds floating around.

This is the scroll that Huang Xiaoran sacrificed, at this time, it has been more than a month since they left the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the magic is that this boat does not consume spiritual power when it flies, it is completely driven by spirit stones, but it needs to be controlled by a monk.

Today it was Yu Feifan's turn to be on duty, and the minimum cultivation of the Imperial Flying Realm would also return to the Yuan Realm, but I didn't expect that the Innate Realm monks could also fly in the air.

Thinking of the matter of cultivation, Yu Feifan's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, if he wanted to enter the Returning Yuan Realm, he had to transform the spiritual power in his body into mana.

The so-called mana change actually refers to the change of spiritual nature, the most basic of which is gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, as well as some other mutated natures, such as thunder, wind, ice, and some other heretical properties.

Each monk's quality and opportunity are different, so the changes in spiritual power will also be different.

If you want to enter the Returning Yuan Realm, the best way is to use external objects to guide your spiritual power.

The Heavenly Sword Sect has an artifact called the 'Clutch Mirror', as well as the Spirit Transformation Pool, if the Innate Realm cultivator can use these two divine artifacts to assist, he can increase the chance of entering the Guiyuan Realm by three points. It's simply an existence against the sky.

It's a pity that although Yu Feifan knows that the sect has these two things, he has no way to use them with his current status.

The flying boat flew steadily forward, perhaps because of the flight, and there were no obstacles along the way.

Yu Feifan's eyes flashed with a determined look, no matter what, he must advance to the Yuan Realm, even if he does not have the support of the sect, he must practice hard.

Thinking in his heart, Yu Feifan took out a very ancient piece of animal skin paper from his arms, which was given to him by Huang Xiaoran, and it was recorded that it was the innate seal character, and he studied it along the way, and found that this kind of text can only be passed on orally, otherwise people outside the door will not be able to grasp the true meaning of it no matter what.

There are a total of one hundred and eight runes of the innate seal characters, and it is said that each rune is actually compiled by the ancient monks who looked up to heaven and earth.

Although Huang Xiaoran promised to teach Yu Feifan this kind of text, she would have reservations about Yu Feifan before her work was completed.

Yu Feifan has no complaints about this, if it were for himself, I am afraid he would do the same.

Lingyunzhou flew all the way to the west, and three months later, Huang Xiaoran planned to rest for a few days in a place called Sanxing Town in order to replenish some materials.

The pair of monks Pan Feng and Gu Qian'er were obviously a pair of lovers, and as soon as they arrived in Sanxing Town, they immediately left hand in hand with each other. Sima Yan also invited Huang Xiaoran with a smile on his face, saying that he wanted to buy a spiritual weapon.

However, the stout swarthy man had a strange temperament, he did not speak all the way, he did not seem to be interested in anything, and as soon as he entered the three-star town, he immediately plunged into the inn, and he seemed to refuse to be disturbed by anyone.

Yu Feifan was already accustomed to being alone, and his research on innate seal characters was over, so he began to wander around in Sanxing Town alone.

The three-star town doesn't look big, probably because this place is a necessary place to enter the nine-story magic tower, and monks from all directions have poured into it for a while.

Yu Feifan walked alone on the street, looking at the dazzling array of spiritual weapons and some other spiritual pill exercises, walked to a stall, holding a gourd-shaped spiritual weapon in his hand and observing it repeatedly, with a trace of interest in his eyes.

Yu Feifan has had an inexplicable curiosity about the gourd-shaped magic weapon since he was a child, and he always felt that anything he wanted would be released from the gourd at any time.

"How many spirit stones are there?" Yu Feifan asked a woman in front of him who looked to be forty or fifty years old, holding up the gourd-shaped spirit weapon in his hand.

The woman glanced at the spiritual weapon in Yu Feifan's hand, and a trace of cunning light flashed in the depths of her eyes, but her face showed an expression of indifference: "This Taoist friendly eyesight, this spiritual weapon is a medium-grade spiritual weapon, since you have a relationship with Taoist friends, you will have a hundred spirit stones." ”

"A hundred spirit stones?" Yu Feifan repeated, although he was not good at the way of spiritual weapons, he had studied the manuscript given to him by Cookie Feng. This gourd doesn't seem to be a medium-grade spiritual artifact, but he likes it very much.

"Daoyou, this spiritual weapon doesn't seem to be worth that much. Yu Feifan frowned, and said with some displeasure.

The middle-aged woman's expression turned and squeezed out a familiar false smile, and said: "This gourd of this fellow Daoist friend is taken from the hundreds of years of spirit vines, and it is invited to be refined by Master Nan, a famous refining master in this town, if there is no accident, it is possible to refine a high-grade spiritual weapon." ”

Yu Feifan had studied the manuscript of Cookie Style, but he did not have the talent for Cookies. Although it is certain that this gourd is not a medium-grade spiritual weapon, it is impossible to know the price.

Especially in this three-star town, perhaps because of the increase in the number of monks, the price of spiritual weapons has also increased.

Just as Yu Feifan hesitated, a soft voice came from behind him.

"Although this artifact is good, I'm afraid it's not of the highest grade. ”

Yu Feifan couldn't help but turn around when he heard this, only to see a young woman in a moon-white robe walking towards him with a smile on her face. Yu Feifan saw this woman's face and felt a special feeling rise inexplicably.

Speaking of which, this woman's facial features are not very special if you look at them individually, but for some reason, this face looks very good-looking. Maybe this is just Yu Feifan's own opinion.

The woman saw that Yu Feifan's eyes were focused on herself, and a trace of patience and dissatisfaction flashed in her expression.

Yu Feifan was embarrassed in his heart, and immediately shifted his gaze, but his expression couldn't help but become solemn when he saw a cyan long sword in the woman's hand.

"Changfeng Sword!" Yu Feifan said secretly in his heart, and looked at the woman in front of him again, "This costume, yes, it should be the 'Bodhi Gate' of the other five major sects, and the long sword in this woman's hand should be the Changfeng Sword, one of the four great spirit swords in the world." ”

In order to deal with Yi Tianxing, he deliberately searched for the four major spirit swords in the classics of the sect, and the styles and characteristics of the spirit swords were marked in the classics.

"This fellow Daoist is invited!" Yu Feifan gave a salute and said with the gourd in his hand, "Is the fellow Daoist very good at spiritual weapons?"

The woman took the spiritual weapon in Yu Feifan's hand in her hand, and really looked at it carefully. The smile on his face also became serious, and he looked serious, which made Yu Feifan more and more surprised in his heart.

"Although this spiritual weapon has a special sacrificial technique, the equipment seems to have been taken too early, and it can barely be called a low-grade spiritual weapon. The woman looked at it for a while, and really said her so-called opinion.

Yu Feifan was happy in his heart after hearing this, shook his head secretly, and then nodded inexplicably.

This woman seems to be proficient in the way of spiritual weapons, and seems to be lacking in other aspects.

Sure enough, as soon as the woman's voice fell, the fat smile of the stall owner on the opposite side slowly became ugly, and he stared at the woman with an angry gaze in his eyes, and said unabashedly sarcastically: "This Taoist friend doesn't understand, don't talk nonsense, even if this spiritual weapon is a little flawed, I have already suffered a lot of losses for a hundred spirit stones." ”

"A hundred spirit stones?" the woman said the same words of surprise as Yu Feifan, "This spirit weapon is enough for a maximum of thirty spirit stones." ”

Yu Feifan stood aside and looked at the woman in front of him who was seriously talking about spiritual weapons with the stall owner, and there was a funny feeling in his heart for no reason.

He had seen too many smart women, and it was the first time he had seen such a woman.