Chapter 8: The Charm of Spiritual Practice

Bao Rui Court does live up to its name.

The three treasures that were taken out casually were rare to see.

Now they are all placed in a brocade box, and they are up to Fang Yuan to choose.

If you talk about value, the first place is naturally the best magic weapon Red Fire Bead, but this thing has no practicality, even if it meets the conditions for use, it is just chicken ribs!

The second is the black crystal shield that integrates attack and defense, which is excellent among medium-grade magic weapons, and it is difficult to compare with other magic weapons.

As for the Xuanyang Sword, although it was not bad, compared to the previous two, it was far inferior in value and power, but Fang Yuan liked it the most.

The Red Fire Bead can't be used, and the Black Crystal Shield requires too much mana to be urged, and only the Xuanyang Sword is the most suitable.

But which one to choose?

Looking at the prompt, Fang Yuan was in a dilemma.

Prompt: Left or right, that's the question.

This time, the prompt is different from the previous one that is easy to understand, and there is no direct explanation and no specific content.

It's just a straightforward sentence that makes people scratch their heads.

Literally, it's a choice tip.

But this hint appeared when he took out the Red Fire Bead, and he had to make Fang Yuan cautious.

With Fang Yuan's financial resources, among the three items, the only thing he could buy was the Xuanyang Sword, but if he took out all his items and sold them, he could also take the Red Fire Bead, but at that time, he would really go bankrupt.

A penny is hard to beat a hero!

If you have hundreds of thousands, millions of spirit stones in hand, you can buy the entire store, where to use it.

Fang Yuan shook his head, banishing the messy thoughts from his mind, and finally made a decision.

"I like this Xuanyang Sword a lot, that's it!"

What's right for you is the best!

He also needed to buy resources, and it was impossible for him to give up his cultivation for the sake of the Red Fire Bead of unknown utility.

Life is always in the midst of choices.

This time I gave up the Red Fire Bead, maybe it was not right, maybe one day in the future I will regret the choice I made today.

But isn't that the wonderful part of life?

I live my life, I live my heart.

Decide the fate of your life, even if the future proves that the prompt is correct? I follow my own path of cultivation, and I judge and choose according to my heart!

Don't teach Hongchen to confuse the heart!

What a practitioner cultivates is the Great Dao, the self that seeks. The miracle is in me!

The only one who can influence me is myself!

After figuring it out, my mind cleared up for a while, and all the complicated thoughts disappeared.

"Fang Daoyou is sure?"

"Don't you think about the other two?"

Although she didn't have much hope that she could sell the Red Fire Beads, Zhang Ya couldn't help but persuade her.

"I'm shy in my pocket, I can't hide it, the spirit stone of this Xuanyang Sword wants to use spiritual objects to offset the price, I don't know if it's feasible?"

Fang Yuan smiled bitterly, although he was also very covetous of the other two treasures, he could also make a clear choice.

"It's okay, our store has always been fair-priced."

Zhang Ya naturally agreed, and Baorui Pavilion also had the business of acquisition.

Fang Yuan wiped his palm towards the storage bag, and took out the elixir, the inferior magic sword, the ore, and so on, "The deacon counts, how much is the difference, and I will make up for it later." ”

Zhang Ya's divine sense swept over the pile of debris, and then shook the bell, and after a while, an old man came up and valued the pile.

After converting it, Fang Yuan took out a bunch of spirit stones from the storage bag to make up the difference.

After confirming that the number was correct, Zhang Ya handed the brocade box containing the Xuanyang Sword to Fang Yuan, and said with a smile: "I don't know what else Youke needs?" ”

After Fang Yuan put away the brocade box, he walked out of the quiet room with Zhang Ya one after the other and went downstairs.

Later, I bought a few talismans on the first floor, and bought Huang Ya Dan, which was suitable for taking in the middle of qi training, and there were not many spirit stones left on my body.

If it really costs money, he sighed, and Fang Yuan left Baorui Pavilion with a step.

As soon as he took a few steps outside, a shadow passed by Fang Yuan, and he smelled a faint fragrance between his nose.

Looking up, it was a raw and charming nun with a little charm in the corners of her eyes, and her clothes were slightly revealing.

The female cultivator was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, her breasts were slightly exposed, and she could see the infinitely beautiful scenery from a high vantage point, Fang Yuan couldn't help but take a few more looks.

But what he didn't notice was that a gray worm the size of an ant flew out of the sleeve of the coquettish nun as the two passed by, clinging to him silently.

Seeing that female cultivator enter the Baorui Pavilion, Fang Yuan regretfully retracted his gaze and walked away, he didn't know that he had been targeted!

After turning around inside, the nun immediately came out again, walked to a corner where no one was around, and took out a large gray female worm from her arms.

This insect is called a soul ant, and it is a kind of child-mother tracking worm, and the mother worm can sense the direction of the child worm.

The nun took out a jade bottle from her bosom, the bottle contained a black viscous liquid, opened the mouth of the bottle, and dripped the liquid towards the mother worm's body, and a drop of mucus wrapped the female worm's whole body.

But the strange thing is that this drop of liquid quickly disappeared, and the nun repeatedly dropped three drops like this when she saw this, and then she took back the jade bottle.

After the mother worm finished eating, her transparent wings like cicada wings vibrated at high frequency, and after a circle in the air, it landed on the nun's shoulder, buzzing in her ears.

Then he found a direction and spread his wings and flew.

Seeing this, the nun also hurried in the direction of the insect.

Every time they encountered a fork in the road, the female worm would stop to identify the direction, and the female cultivator would also stop aside, and the direction they were walking was the same path that Fang Yuan had just walked.

……

After Fang Yuan left Baorui Pavilion, he did not leave the Fang Market directly, but instead walked around the loose cultivation stalls in the Fang Market, and did not buy anything, just took a look at it at random, and left after most of the hour.

The purpose of this is to see if the prompt can be triggered again.

During this period of time, the frequency of prompts has been quite high, and Fang Yuan has also summed up some rules.

The prompt panel is similar to a signal probe, it is a range prompt, and the size of this range is related to the level of Fang Yuan's cultivation.

The content of the prompt is closely related to Fang Yuan itself.

With Fang Yuan's strength, it can be done.

Although it is not accurate enough, it has grasped some rules and can be used.

It seems that there is no hint for the time being, but this is normal, and now he is penniless, and he can't pick up any leaks.

The harvest of this trip is already good, first he snatched the opportunity, and then he bought magic weapon resources, but the cost is too great, and he is already close to the point of poverty.

Not to force it, after Fang Yuan left Fang City, he took out the flying magic weapon and flew towards the Extreme Yang Sect.

The speed of the flying magic weapon is not very fast, and it cannot fly too high, so as not to encounter a crisis and make it difficult to escape.

I heard that you can fly in the Ningyuan period, and you can resist the wind even more in the foundation building period, I don't know what kind of situation it is?

Doing extraordinary things with a mortal body is the charm of spiritual practice!

How interesting is it to attribute the great power of heaven and earth to oneself, to walk between the vast heaven and earth with a small body, and to achieve many miracles.

After Fang Yuan left, the charming female cultivator followed closely behind with a middle-aged man in a black power suit.

Together, these two people urged the flying magic weapon, which was superior to one person, and they approached at an extremely fast speed!

Fang Yuan didn't know that someone was tracking him from behind, Fang City was not far away from the Extreme Yang Sect, who would dare to attack his disciples in the territory of the Extreme Yang Sect?

Especially on this section of the Fang City, you will encounter sect people coming and going at any time, and if you are found in a battle here, you will be attacked by a group!

What's more, he subconsciously thought that the prompt panel would give a crisis warning, so he was less cautious.

But this time there was no movement on the panel! Don't seem to have an insight into the coming crisis?

Fang Yuan Hui Zong's heart was anxious, urging the spiritual power of his whole body to use the flying magic weapon, and the speed was not slow, so that the female cultivator and the man did not catch up in the first place.

After a few minutes, the man in the black suit already had an impatient look on his face, "Are you sure it's going in this direction?" ”

"That kid is a disciple of the Extreme Yang Sect, and this place is not far from the Extreme Yang Sect!"

"He stopped, the mother flying ant worm had already sensed the subworm, and there was a forest just in front of him!" The nun said with a slight surprise.

There is indeed a barren forest in front, not far or close to the Extreme Yang Sect, and the forest is secluded, just to hide people's eyes.

The forest was not suitable for flying, and he happened to be tired, Fang Yuan found a large bluestone, sat cross-legged to recover the lost mana, and meditated quietly.

But they didn't know that the crisis was looming.