Hundreds of shrimp the size of little fingers form a circle.

The circle keeps turning, and one by one the black fish pass through the circle.

The next level is a large crab with its pincers open.

The blackfish must pass at a very fast speed, otherwise it will be caught.

When the blackfish reaches the final level, it curls up the water with its tail, forming small whirlwinds that keep swaying in the water.

Shrimp and crabs need to avoid these whirlwinds to be considered qualified.

Tang Ping leisurely watched the fish and shrimp playing.

This is the method that Xiaoqing has researched in the past five years.

This method can be used to screen out those with higher intelligence and no birth defects, so as to increase the success rate.

First, cultivate it with Yuanqi medicine to a lifespan of about three years.

Then enter the mud and seal it, and carry out the transformation of the secret method of burying shrimp and crabs.

In this way, mortality is reduced.

The second is to shorten the life of mud sealing.

I used to cultivate it for a year or two, but I died at a critical moment.

After all, ordinary creatures can't stay in it for so long, and the slightest mistake will kill instantly.

Now it's time to seal the mud when it's time to live.

Results are available in up to three months.

After that, you can decide whether to increase investment again according to your life situation, and continue for the next three months.

Until the upper limit of this item is decided, the mud can be released.

Blackfish Kuroo was the one who persisted the longest, holding out for a total of three rounds.

"This method may be easier for xenos."

Although the water tribe in the underworld is also a different species, it is still not enough.

There is a single type of underworld and a lack of resources.

What's more important is the unity of yin and yang.

Tang Ping thought.

Now just wait for time, wait for the forces of the Yang World to develop, and collect resources for yourself.

The Xiong clan had already searched for the Yang Spirit Grass for himself.

Although most of them are not good, they can't even reach the level of spiritual objects.

But after a long time, I'll always find a little bit.

Half a month later.

The ghost spirit grass matures on the first day of March.

Today is the time for the ghost spirit grass to mature.

Back under the banyan tree, the pitch-black leeks were cut off, and the five ghosts packed them in sacks, a whole three hundred.

This thing was originally sold for 30 wen a tree, and later the Wu family moved in.

Originally, there was an old ghost who was good at planting in the dead wood ridge where the black wood ghost was located, and he forced the price to half of it.

Only 4,500 of the 300 trees were sold.

Da-da-da-da.

A crisp copper sound came.

The ghosts were on alert, and Tang Ping turned his head to see that it was a thin copper horse.

The mottled body all suggests that it is some kind of antique.

On the copper horse sat a middle-aged man.

This person is the embodiment of a centipede.

Before sensing the arrival of this person, the skin on Tang Ping's body appeared woody lines, and his appearance changed greatly.

"Your Excellency Maohou ......" centipede as a wedge.

"Hundred-footed seniors."

Tang Ping returned the salute, and then asked his subordinates to distribute a hundred ghost spirit grasses and three bottles of Youlan Dew.

And centipedes also shelled out money to buy them.

"Your Excellency is about to break through the wandering gods?"

"Exactly, does the predecessor have any bad news?"

I worked with centipedes three years ago.

The centipede does not ask others to join his forces, and it is very simple to join him, as long as he blends into his body.

"The original blood pond of the pond god has a medium-grade blood demon, and the deep water has a low-grade black gas demon. There may be some evil in the ghost market. ”

"Okay then, I don't know about talismans and refining weapons?"

"Talismans and magic weapons are more difficult, after all, there are very few such things, but many people have gained the opportunity in this war, and wait."

"Okay, thank you."

"You don't fight this winter ceremony?" The centipede said as he picked it up and put it in the storage bag.

"Forget it, if you are born in the wood spirit, you will grow something."

"Haha, I'll go!"

Da-da-da-da.

The bronze horse flew into the sky on black clouds.

"Taste the ......," Tang Ping muttered to himself.

There is no Zhengqing in the underworld, and there is no ghost king.

Now it's completely separated.

The Shen Yu of the Great Gift needs to rely on their own abilities.

It means that the previous open and secret battles have become the norm on the surface, and they are fought four times a year.

"These feathered people are really bad."

Tang Ping thought secretly.

even had a hint of bad feelings towards the ancient Shu Kingdom.

This gang of feathered people ran around, constantly infiltrating the countries, indulging in the upper echelons of the country, indulging in enjoyment, dividing ethnic groups, and ruling from above.

After packing up his things, Tang Ping rode a paper horse to the ghost market.

Walk through the water of a mountain stream.

Wow!

A colorful brilliance in front of you.

The cave is gone, the grotto is gone.

In its place, there is a large underground space, and the original cave shop has been replaced with a stone pavilion embedded in the cave wall.

The roof of the mica cave glows with multicolored light, and the ornamental Zhilan jade tree is planted below.

The walls are painted with a huge sacred mountain with red water flowing down from the white mountain.

Feathered people fly, sit, or sleep.

Mt. Naidanqiu, the rumored birthplace of the Yu people.

The ancient Shu silkworm cong built the bronze mountain, and the self-proclaimed White Emperor also imitated the legend of Danqiu.

The aesthetics of the ghost market layout are very feathered style.

The black-cloaked people and ghostly vendors in the ghost market are a bit of a bad sight.

Tang Ping didn't care about anything else, and went straight to the side of the corner of the street.

It was a vendor selling medicines.

"Here's a No. A spiritual herb."

Tang Ping spread out his eyes.

"Man, viviparous."

It's not the old man of Gongsun who has disappeared for a long time, but another medicine seller, the Soul (Food) realm.

It should be an alien who hides in the mountains and takes bait to refine medicine.

This person is a living person, with a strong death aura on his body, and it is estimated that he is dying.

The man looked up, and even though his face was covered, he could see his cloudy eyes.

"It's me, Youlanlu brought it, I don't want to change the medicine this time."

"I have no money, what can I exchange it for?"

The stall owner's voice was hoarse.

"Gongfa, I want your alchemy method, and I will give you an additional 50,000 wen."

I saved 20,000 yuan a year, and I have saved 70,000 or 80,000 yuan in the past few years.

"Impossible!"

The person flatly refused.

"Then I don't have to."

The two were silent for a long time.

Tang Ping is confident.

There is only one of your own families in the ghost market.

The other one is at the old ghost head of Deadwood Ridge, and he needs to come to the door to trade in person, so this guy probably has some concerns.

The two have worked together quite a few times.

Tang Ping used his magic eye, judging from the death qi on this person's body, this guy should be in urgent need of this medicine.

Tang Ping wants to be independent, and he doesn't want to buy other people's medicines.

With his long life and the fact that he has a land plan, he is actually more suitable for this side business, but unfortunately others hide it too tightly.

"It's impossible, but I do have a recipe for taking bait and qi with medicine, which can turn the medicinal power into the true qi in the body for cultivation."

"I'm a dead person, how can I cultivate true qi, no."

"Then take another pair of Class A spirit herbs?"

"Deal!"

A pair of medicines is enough for one's own cultivation at the end of a month.

The man handed over a bamboo slip with the following book: Shenjiang Ganquan Bait Method.

Tang Ping opened it and took a cursory look.

This is a method of cultivation.

It is a cultivation method that transforms the medicinal power of herbs into meridian true qi through ginger ale and sweet spring water, as well as specific meditation methods.

It can be cultivated to the point of eating qi (evil soul).

It is indeed not the same way as the old man of Gongsun to serve mica.

"I'll see you on the fifteenth of next month."

Wow!

Tang Ping picked up his things and left.

Before leaving, he left a word.

"If you're desperate, I've got a last resort here."

The man was shocked when he heard this, and when he looked back, Tang Ping was no longer there.

On the way, Tang Ping made a long detour and returned to the banyan tree.

"This guy hasn't taken the bait yet, so it's not the most dangerous time yet."

I guess I still have to live.

Tang Ping took the medicine and continued to practice spells.

With sufficient supplies and a maximum of 1,000 proficiency points, it used to take three years, but now it is cultivated twice a day, about a year and a half.

……

Three days later, late at night.

Tang Ping went to the world in a feather robe, and the yin qi was heavy in the middle of the night, so he could still use some small spells.

……

Evening.

On the banks of Danshui, this place has become large, tens of thousands of people live here, and even form a bazaar, and merchants from other clans occasionally come to buy furs and other things.

Danyang Bazaar is a relatively large wooden house.

A bearded man in his thirties, two meters tall and with bronze skin, was watching his two sons play.

There was a man-tall tiger lying in the yard.

This is Xiong Ying, Xiong Ying, the head of the Danyao Xiong family.

The successor of the Danyang tribe and the pioneer of the theory of "I am a barbarian" created a precedent that as long as he was the first to admit that he was a barbarian, he was not afraid of others ridiculing him as a barbarian, and he was bold enough to take advantage.

Xiong Ying gradually fell asleep until late at night.