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A green shadow flew by, wantonly crisscrossing under the sun.

Sitting sideways on the back wing of the blue bird, Chen Ting looked around, everything in the entire Mingyi Gate was in full view, and it was a different feeling from the first time he came three months ago.

From time to time, there were huge flying magic weapons and other flying spirit beasts passing by, all of them cast strange eyes, it was really this blue bird that was too famous, but most of the people who often came and went in and out of the sect knew this giant bird that they couldn't avoid.

To their surprise, the figure who usually sat on the back of the blue bird seemed to have changed.

is no longer the little uncle who looks like a fairy, but has become a one-armed young man who is not good-looking.

At a quick glance, the green light has passed, and all that is left is endless reverie for everyone passing by.

Stretching out his hand and patting the blue bird, Chen Ting nodded silently.

As he expected, this strange bird is really not a mortal species, it should have the blood of an ancient divine bird, but its species is extremely difficult to identify, at least he doesn't know.

Call!

The wind is howling, the blue bird is galloping by, and in the misty Qi Mountains, a green shadow can be seen everywhere.

After a long time, the blue bird returned to the land of the sect, hovered in the sky, and after a while, headed towards the Twin Mountains to the south.

Day after day.

In this way, Chen Ting started the chores of raising spirit animals.

On weekdays, he spends most of his time in the beast forest.

For this purpose, someone specially arranged a hut for him, which was located not far from the Great Blue Bird Array, not far from the two monks who had assessed him.

Speaking of which, after a few contacts, Chen Ting and these two people gradually became acquainted.

The slightly taller monk is called Zhu Yi, and the round-faced one is called Zheng Xian, both of whom are official disciples of Mingyimen, and their qualifications are not bad.

Every once in a while, these two would come to Chen Ting's thatched hut as a guest, and they didn't look prejudiced against his identity as an outer disciple at all, and they seemed very enthusiastic.

Of course, Chen Ting knew very well in his heart that the two of them were just curious about how he could control the blue bird.

Then I wanted to knock on the side and find out something.

When it comes to the immortal method of "Shendan Beast Control Method", he naturally tries to pull things around as much as possible, and prevaricates every time.

In addition to raising bluebirds and practicing every day, Chen Ting also went out from time to time, traveling to and from various parts of the sect, especially the Tibetan Scripture Pagoda, among which he had become a regular customer.

Except for the first time when he went and randomly selected three Lingquan cheats, he hadn't been to this place again.

However, the huge and complicated scriptures in the scripture tower have always made him very interested, and he still reads some ordinary books with relish.

But there is no free lunch in the world, and gradually, the cost of spirit stones is also increasing day by day, and the five hundred spirit stones on the body are constantly decreasing.

In this way, more than a month has passed in a hurry.

It was another day like usual, just noon, the scorching sun was high, and even in the forest of towering beasts, it was difficult to hide the scorching sunlight.

At this moment, Chen Ting was staying in the trapping beast array, feeding the blue bird, leisurely and numb.

The sound of squirming footsteps came from afar, and he couldn't help but look back, just in time to see Zhu Yi and Zheng Xian coming quickly.

Packing up, Chen Ting turned around and said, "Senior Brother Zhu, Senior Brother Zheng, but what's the matter?" ”

Zhu Yi belongs to the kind of person who is quick to talk, and immediately replied: "Brother Chen, congratulations, this breeding task is completed, and you can also go back to the Miscellaneous Hall to make an errand!" ”

Saying that, Zhu Yi and Zheng Xian both laughed.

Hearing this, Chen Ting couldn't help but glance back at the blue bird who was eating: "So, that senior uncle has returned to the sect?" ”

"This is natural, Brother Chen, you should be happy to be able to get thirty merit points so easily!" Zheng Xian's round face on the side squeezed out a smile, which was a little funny.

Smiling, Chen Ting said slowly: "Happy, of course happy, thanks to the two of you, Chen will say goodbye." ”

As he spoke, Chen Ting's spiritual power swept around him, and with a single arrow step, he immediately rushed out of the big array, passing by the two people outside the big array.

"Brother Chen, come and sit when you have time!"

The voice gradually spread, but Chen Ting's figure had already disappeared into the dense forest.

"This surnamed Chen really doesn't get oil and salt, and he hasn't caught any oil and water!" Since Chen Ting left, Zheng Xianfang spoke again.

"Speaking of which, this person is obviously a cultivator of the eighth layer of Lingquan, and Meng Yi's kid dares to call him a junior brother, and he can put gold on his face!"

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Qi hazy mountains, all day long clouds and mist, rarely when the clouds open to see the sun.

For mortals, this is undoubtedly a dangerous place, and if you fall into the misty mountains, it is very easy to lose your way, and then encounter demon beasts and die in them.

Therefore, in the area around the Qi Hazy Mountains, many people call this place the Ghost Mist Mountain Range.

It means to hit a ghost in the fog, and his life is over.

However, in a col deep in this mountain range, there were many figures coming and going, unaffected by the dense fog.

If you look closely, you can find that there are some simple thatched huts and thatched huts in this col, and people in all kinds of clothes come and go endlessly, or they talk and laugh in groups, or they are silent and silent, just like a market.

Of course, these people here are naturally not secular mortals, they are all monks with spiritual power all over their bodies, and they are all disciples of the Mingyi Sect.

The ghost market, a free assembly spontaneously organized by many disciples in the Mingyi Sect, has no longer been able to verify its origin, but its existence has been passed on by word of mouth among each generation of disciples, and it has become the only fang market in the entire Qi Hazy Mountain Range.

Shuttling through the ghost markets full of stalls, Chen Ting stopped from time to time to look for his useful spiritual objects.

A few days ago, he relied on the few Huiling Yuan Pills left by Zhuo Yiyi to barely break through the ninth layer of the Lingquan and take a step forward in his cultivation.

But the time it took to reach the consummation of the spiritual spring was a little unacceptable to him.

If he didn't rely on the pill, with his qualifications, it would take more than four or five months, which is a bit long.

What's more, after reaching the consummation of the spiritual spring, he will have to face the big hurdle of impacting the life palace, if he doesn't prepare early, he may not know how long it will take to achieve the life palace, which is what he does not want to see.

Lingquan-level high-grade elixir, life-palace level elixir.

All of them are expensive and bizarre, especially those of excellent quality, hundreds of spirit stones are normal.

Chen Ting didn't plan to buy it directly, even if he had only earned thirty merit points, he couldn't afford such an expense.

Fortunately, he knows some alchemy, at least Lingquan-level pills, and he still has some confidence that he can refine them, of course, it is difficult to say what the quality of Cheng Dan is.

Passing by a small stall, there are many things furnished on the simple wooden table, including magic utensils and talismans, which are very complicated.

Stretching out his hand to lift a pitch-black three-legged tripod, Chen Ting looked at it carefully.

The high-grade magic weapon medicine tripod is exactly what he needs!

"Two hundred and eighty spirit stones!"

Just as Chen Ting was carefully inspecting the medicine tripod, a young man in a light blue robe in front of the stall slowly spoke.

Slowly putting down the medicine tripod, Chen Ting said lightly: "The high-grade magic weapon of nearly three hundred spirit stones is too expensive!" ”

"This senior brother, the medicine tripod is not the same as the ordinary magic weapon, two hundred and eighty spirit stones, it is still for the sake of the same disciples, outside, there are more than three hundred spirit stones!" The young man in front of the stall looked up at Chen Ting and said with burning eyes.

Chen Ting was not in a hurry, and said slowly: "If this is a brand-new medicine tripod, it will naturally be as you said, but I see that there is obvious medicine moss in this tripod, and I am afraid that it has been used by others for a long time." ”

Hearing this, the other party's eyes changed slightly, and he said after a while: "Wouldn't this be better, as we all know, if a medicine tripod is deep in it, it will be of great benefit to refining the pill, and two hundred and eighty spirit stones will already be cheap for you!" ”

"Wait, you didn't say that this was the medicine tripod for refining poison pills!" With a fixed gaze, Chen Ting immediately said.

The young man in front of the stall was pierced by a word, and his face was a little difficult to look at: "What kind of poison pill, it's so long-winded, it's not for sale!" ”

With a smile, Chen Ting continued: "When I am wronged? Believe it or not, I'm going to spread the word about you selling poison now, so that you can't do a single business! ”

"You dare!?" The young man immediately shrieked.

In this regard, Chen Ting was not verbose, directly took out a pale yellow talisman, and sneered: "Do you want to try it?" ”

Seeing Chen Ting take out the amplified note, the young man hurriedly said: "Slow down, you kid has a seed, two hundred and fifty spirit stones!" ”

"Two hundred spirit stones!" Shaking his head, Chen Ting said his price.

"Impossible, two hundred spirit stones, now any high-level magic weapon is more than this price!"

"Don't think I don't understand the market, but it's about to be raised by the outer door competition, how can an ordinary high-level magic weapon get two hundred spirit stones, okay, sell it or not, in a word!"

"Sell!"

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