Su Poman picked it up and put it back and forth several times with great interest, and after playing for a long time, he reluctantly stuffed the storage bag into his arms. Then his face straightened, and after turning on his super vision to confirm that there was no one around, he slowly put his hand between his neck and grabbed a black ring with a rope on it.

Su Poman put the black ring in front of his eyes, and the spiritual sense released it from the center of his eyebrows to wrap it in it, and from the perspective of the spiritual sense, the subtleties of the ring began to appear one after another mysterious and obscure formations, and there was a terrifying spiritual power like a mountain of backfire.

Under the observation of his spiritual sense, the crimson spiritual power looked stronger than the spiritual power of his whole body combined, and at the same time, it also exuded a thrilling power, which made an inexplicable burning sensation rise in his heart.

"With such a strong spiritual power, what level of cultivation has the skeleton reached before his death, just a residual spiritual power can make me feel a sense of awe in my heart......" Su Poman exclaimed, his face showing a look of surprise that could not be concealed, "If you can open this ring, you will definitely get a lot of treasures!" ”

Su Poman tried to slowly probe into those formations with his spiritual power, but to his surprise, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make his spiritual power break through the barriers that existed on those formations, and this result made him feel very disappointed.

"Alas, it should be because my cultivation is too low, and I can't even break through that layer of formation barrier, it seems that this ring can only be unsealed after its cultivation has been upgraded to a certain level!"

Su Poman was slightly lost and hung the jet-black ring around his neck again, and then tucked it into the clothes on his chest, hiding it deeply.

'The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty', there are countless examples of being chased and killed to death in the immortal cultivation world because of the treasure he carries, like this kind of treasure, he must hide it close to his body to feel at ease, and he can also protect it within the biological position, so as to prevent others from selling and looting.

Su Poman sighed and said to himself: "My physique still has some role in cultivating martial arts, but cultivating this mountain-moving and refining body can't have the effect of speeding up, I can only hope that I can draw some special abilities in the future, which can speed up my cultivation......"

After sighing, he took out the 'Ancient Breath Technique' from the storage bag and began to study it, the difficulty of getting started with this secret method is not high, but it will take some time to cultivate it to the Xiaocheng realm, it is difficult for ordinary monks to cultivate it for three or five years, and it is even more difficult for the Dacheng realm, it will take more than ten years for those with outstanding talents to practice, and some of the gains outweigh the losses.

Su Poman went through the secret method mantra in his heart, and felt that the entry conditions were not difficult, and he only needed to build a special spiritual power route in the meridians above the dantian to hide a part of his cultivation.

Time passes slowly.

On the top of the cliff, the spiritual power momentum on Su Poman's body suddenly disappeared, even if he used the spiritual eye technique, he looked like a mortal, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at the sunset on the horizon, and muttered: "It's not too early, it's time to go back." ”

Su Poman jumped up from the cliff, his body was like fluttering in the wind, and with a few taps in the air, he climbed up the cliff.

The horizon is sinking in the west.

When he left the city, Su Poman was just a mortal warrior, and when he returned to the city, he had already become an immortal cultivator, and his temperament had also undergone a slight change that was difficult for ordinary people to detect, and the whole person became more dusty, looking like an ethereal feeling.

As soon as Su Poman returned to the rich inn, a small servant immediately came up and sneered: "Master Su, just now a young man Mo said that you should go to the Qingliu Painting Boat on the bank of the Qingliu River to sit down." ”

"Okay, I see" Su Poman said with a light smile, casually threw a few copper coins to the little girl, and went straight up the wooden staircase to the second floor.

After unlocking the door and returning to his room, Su Poman took out some gold and silver from the package and put it in his arms, and then put the package into the storage bag.

After leaving the inn door, I walked along the main street to the end, then turned west, and after walking for about a quarter of an hour, I saw the scenery of the weeping willows around the embankment, where the course of the Qingliu River suddenly expanded, forming a lake through which the river was connected.

In the evening, the willows on the edge of the embankment are clinging, and a few bunches of green weeds emerge from the gravel, and the evening breeze blows, bringing a burst of fragrant wind.

The daughter's house in the painting boat was the best time to solicit customers at this time, showing half of the lotus root arm waving red sleeves on the railing, and the voice of the warbler Yanyan made the faces of the pedestrians on the road a little strange.

The people with families were pulled by the ears and walked away quickly, and the bachelors looked at the direction of the painting boat with some longing, but they were shy in their pockets, and they could only get by.

Among them, there were a few drunks who did not know how to be honest, and they were still sniffing violently in the direction of the painting boat, and their eyes showed obsession.

Su Poman stepped on the trestle bridge, and in the envious eyes of those idlers, he was greeted by the old bustard at the entrance of the painting boat with a smile.

"Master Su, please come here, Mo Shaoxia is already waiting for you in the private room upstairs!"

The old bustard is an old woman in her fifties, with a snobbish appearance between her eyebrows, but looking at the outline of her facial features, you can vaguely see that this old bustard was also a peugeot beauty when she was young.

In fact, some idlers who can't afford their young daughters will choose to spend a low price with this old bustard, although this old woman's appearance is no longer youthful and delicate, but her body is still slender, enough to quench the hunger and thirst of those poor men.

Su Poman gently knocked away a lot of his daughter's house that was around his arm, and walked down the stairs to the private room on the second floor of the painting boat.

The layout here is completely different from that downstairs, with more of the temperament of literati and inkmen, and at the same time, the corridor does not seem crowded, each room is separated by more than half a zhang distance, and the maids waiting outside are not those vulgar fans downstairs, all of them have clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and there is a trace of coldness on their faces.

Su Poman nodded secretly, feeling that this painting boat would really do business, and he had a very thorough grasp of men's minds.

"Master Su, please come here, everyone Liu is grooming and dressing up, and after a while, she will come out to talk about music for the guests!" With a flattering smile on his face, the old bustard half-bowed and invited Su Poman in.

She knew the generosity of that Mo Gongzi, and thought that the Su Gongzi in front of her must also be a rich and noble person to make friends with, so her attitude was very enthusiastic.

"Brother Su is here?" The voice of a female cultivator surnamed Mo deliberately lowering her throat came from inside the room.

Su Po filled the beaded curtain and made a 'bang' sound, and it was an antique room.

At the entrance is a splendid screen, on which a landscape scroll is embroidered with ink-colored silk thread.

At the base of each side of the wall is a large white porcelain vase, which is inserted with plum blossoms with black branches and dew, and the faint fragrance of flowers is exuded on it.