Ling Xian bargained with the stall owner, and finally bought the Danding with twelve low-grade spirit stones.

But when Ling Xian was paying, there was still a small episode.

When Ling Xian took out the spirit stone from the storage ring given by Yuejian, the people around him all showed a sluggish look, and the stall owner was even more panicked, Ling Xian was stunned, as if he understood something, his hand wearing the ring was hidden under his robe, and he stuffed the spirit stone to the stall owner, and left in a hurry without looking back.

After passing through several noisy streets in a row, Ling Xian stopped, patted his chest, and let out a long breath, remembering the trace of greed in the eyes of a few people just now, and said with palpitations: "I didn't expect an ordinary storage ring to be so precious. ”

"It seems that after the battle of the Immortal Fall in ancient times, the inheritance of the formation master has indeed been cut off a lot. ”

The dream tapir saw the deeper reason behind it and said thoughtfully.

Ling Xian shrugged, "It won't do me any harm anyway. ”

"That's fine, but you should be more concerned about your wallet now, and you're going to have a lot of things to buy next. The dream tapir did not hide a hint of schadenfreude in his words.

Ling Xian's little face suddenly fell, and he glanced at the storage ring on his right hand with some resentment, and then remembered the cunning in the stall owner's eyes when he negotiated the deal just now, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "That profiteer! I'm sure that when he bought the Danding back, he would definitely not use five lower-grade spirit stones." ”

Dream Tapir looked at Ling Xian's gritted teeth, and couldn't help but be a little speechless, this kid really couldn't bear any loss! Thinking of that Dan Ding, who was not good-looking, Dream Tapir couldn't help but sigh at Ling Xian's good luck.

This is the true identity of that Danding. With Ling Xian's experience, it was naturally difficult to recognize the real treasure, but the spiritual power could barely sense its extraordinary, but the dream tapir was different, after all, it was an old antique that had lived for tens of thousands of years, and it was once a surprising existence, and its vision was not comparable to that of a disciple of a small sect like Ling Xian.

Lingbao, as the name suggests, is a spiritual treasure, and this spirit is naturally endowed by the formation. The spiritual treasure of the Xianyuan Continent is divided into three levels, and each level is divided into three levels. But even the lowest-level mortal-level spirit treasures were often worth dozens of spirit stones, and even many low-level cultivators did not have their own spirit treasures.

The more advanced ground-level spirit treasure is even more rare, once the spirit treasure reaches the ground level, the ordinary materials can no longer withstand the huge power of the formation. It is not a heaven and earth treasure, and it is difficult for the world's rare thing to be a ground-level spirit treasure, and what is even rarer than it is a high-level formation master, even if the formation required for a low-level spiritual treasure is a fourth-level formation, and a formation master who can carve a fourth-level formation is not rare on the Xianyuan Continent, and the Lieyan Sect where Ling Xian is located only has a ground-level spirit treasure that has been passed down from the sect master, but with this ground-level spirit treasure, the Lieyan Sect, which is not very powerful, can dominate one side here, which is enough to see its power.

This Huoyun Ding is not very high in terms of level, it can barely be regarded as a middle level, it is naturally extremely precious in the eyes of Ling Xian, but in the eyes of the dream tapir, it is just commonplace, the reason why the dream tapir will look at it so highly, is the simple patterns on the Huoyun Ding, those patterns like childlike graffiti, those patterns that are still shocking and breathtaking even if they have been unknown to everyone for thousands of years.

Although cultivators are called to go against the heavens and want to compete with heaven and earth, in fact, the farther they go on the path of cultivation, the more they have a little more respect for the way of heaven. The Heavenly Dao is unpredictable, and even the formation masters who claim to know the Heavenly Dao best are difficult to get a glimpse of it, but they are just looking at the flowers through a layer of fog.

But the road of heaven is endless, the way of heaven is thousands, after years and months will always leave a trace, if this trace is left in the mud and sand, it will soon be erased by the wind; if it is carved on the boulder by the river, it will soon be washed away by the flowing water; but if this trace is engraved in the treasure of heaven and earth, stainless steel jade, or buried in the volcanic flames, or hidden under the deep sea, time can not erase the mark of the way of heaven, but make it more and more profound, when it sees the light of day again, and has to be built by a master, it can become a spiritual treasure, this kind of spiritual treasure does not need to be carved by the formation master, and has its own natural formation on it, which is said......

Innate Spirit Treasure!

Of course, all of this Ling Immortal didn't know, and the dream tapir just told him that this was a precious spiritual treasure, so that Ling Immortal would take it no matter what.

And Ling Xian's performance was to amaze the dream tapir, and even exceeded the dream tapir's expectations, when Ling Xian turned around, the dream tapir almost couldn't help but make a move, but he didn't expect that in the end, it was a bright flower, Ling Xian finally won this spirit treasure with only twelve lower grade spirit stones. Its calculation of human nature makes the dream tapir, an old antique that has lived for tens of thousands of years, also breathtaking.

"Dream tapir, do you know this spiritual treasure?"

Ling Xian's words pulled the dream tapir out of his contemplation.

Hearing the meaning of Ling Xian's words, Dream Tapir chuckled and said, "Huoyunding, it can be regarded as a ground-level spirit treasure." ”

"Ground-level spirit treasure!"

Ling Xian's eyes showed a thick look of shock, and he almost blurted out an exclamation. Ling Xian's face changed suddenly, he quickly looked left and right, and found that no one noticed this, so he hurriedly put the Xiao Ding he had just taken out back into the storage ring.

Seeing Ling Xian's nervous appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, Dream Tapir felt a little amused.

"This is the original Huoyun Dao people's favorite tripod, the eight-rank pill Tianhuo Refining Spirit Pill that was once famous in the Immortal Yuan Continent was refined with this tripod, but the world is impermanent, I didn't expect this tripod to fall here. ”

"Eight Pins of Pill ......"

Ling Xian was speechless, feeling that his heart was a little numb, the original Ling Xian was just a disciple of a small sect that did not enter the stream, what kind of ground-level spirit treasure, eight-grade pill was too far away from his life, but now they were all pouring into his life, making Ling Xian have an unreal feeling.

Seeing Ling Xian's appearance, Dream Tapir couldn't help but hit him and said, "Don't think about the Eight Rank Pill, Huoyun Dao is a genius in the sky, and you can only refine a furnace of Heavenly Fire Refining Spirit Pill by chance in your life, I don't see any talent for alchemy." ”

A smiling figure appeared in Ling Xian's heart, a smile appeared on his face, and he shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "I don't need to have it, just have someone." ”

The dream tapir was a little strange, and he wanted to ask again, but suddenly heard Ling Xian say in his heart.

"It's here!"