Looking around the room, Qiu Ming nodded slightly, now because of his status as a cultivator, the courtesy he received was naturally different from what it used to be: he moved from a public house with a bad environment to a luxurious upper room. He was quite satisfied with this, because it was forbidden to be noisy and noisy during his cultivation, and he urgently needed a separate house to cultivate.

Qiu Ming sat down at the head of the bed with satisfaction, he slowly stretched out his right palm, the temperature of the palm suddenly became hot, snorted twice, and a wisp of hot Yan Qi roared out from the palm of his hand, the color of the Yan Qi was slightly light green, like a cluster of newborn seedlings urgently needed him to take care of it.

"No, the Yan Qi of ordinary cultivators is Nine Rank Fan Yan, and the color is pale white, but why does my Yan Qi reveal a hint of green, could it?" At this moment, Qiu Ming thought of the old man's words: You have already fallen into the demon. As soon as he thought of this, he closed his pupils slightly, maybe this is the so-called fate: fate becomes a demon, the root of the demon is deep, and this demon is already inseparable from him.

"Hmph, even if I fall into the devil, as long as I can kill back to the Shenlong Continent, I will have no regrets even if I am buried in the demon cave. ”

He began to focus on his cultivation, and now, his cultivation has reached the realm of building Yan, and he urgently needs to consolidate and accumulate Yan. Accompanied by a strong wind, the aura of heaven and earth slowly entered his palm, and began to flow slowly in his body as the divine thoughts began to flow, so that they flowed through every tendon in his body.

Reiki is the primary product used to transform Yan Qi, and the blood qi in the body is the trigger for this transformation, and the body of a cultivator is the furnace for accumulating Yan Qi. A cultivator, only when he has enough quality and quantity of Yan Qi in his body, will his own cultivation be improved, and even after reaching a certain certain realm, the life of a cultivator will be longer than the sky and the sun and the moon.

However, these are not Qiu Ming's concerns, because he is too weak now, and the words "life is like an ant" are the best interpretation of him. Now, he urgently needs an artifact that is in line with the identity of a cultivator, because Yan Qi's own violent nature and uncontrollable nature also determine that it requires a cultivator to have a strong body and soul and use external objects to correctly guide out of the body, kill, protect himself, and even improve his cultivation.

Artifacts are roughly divided into five grades: mortal-level artifacts, saint-level artifacts, god-level artifacts, earth-level artifacts, and heaven-level artifacts; there are many types of artifacts, but they are roughly divided into divine bows, divine swords, divine harps, divine spears, divine knives, and divine armor; in the same way, cultivators are equally divided into divine sword cultivators, divine qin cultivators, divine spear cultivators, divine sword cultivators, and divine armor cultivators. But now that he is shy in his pocket, he really can't afford to buy an artifact, and even the lowest-quality mortal-level artifact can't afford it.

Alas, accompanied by a heavy sigh, if this is put in the family, it is not even a problem, because the three-rank saint-rank artifacts in the clan can be seen everywhere. Qiu Ming opened his eyes, and at some point, the sky was already bright, and a few rays of light hit the inside of the room, making the room bright.

On the table in front of the bed, the red candle had been extinguished for some time, leaving a pool of red wax water frozen there.

He retracted his gaze, looking at his current state, and found that he had not slept all night and was actually full of energy, he knew very well that this was all due to his own cultivation, and the most gratifying thing was that he obviously found that the amount of Yan Qi in his body had increased compared to last night, and this might be the lost harvest of Mulberry Elm.

He lost so much, and in the same way, he gained a lot

Near noon, Duan Xia, who was dressed in a white dress, knocked on Qiu Ming's door, pushed the door in, and a silver bell-like laughter sounded: "Giggles, you moved here, are you still used to it?"

"Well, although the room is much smaller, there is indeed less filth, and this is of great help to my own cultivation. ”

Thinking about all kinds of clothes in that big room, twisted into a thousand strange appearances, spread everywhere, Qiu Ming is a chill. Fortunately, he is now a high-ranking cultivator, otherwise he would not know how long he would have to live in that harsh environment.

Of course, the four words "high above" are only relative to those poor people with humble status.

Duan Xia smiled, looking at Qiu Ming's eyes a little charming, and the others also sat down at the head of Qiu Ming's bed with a big grin, and the other party's bold action directly knocked Qiu Ming into a blush.

Sniffing the faint fragrance of the woman's body so closely, Qiu Mingzha felt that his breathing began to become heavy. My mind was dizzy, but I wondered: Why did she sit on my bed?

The woman giggled, as if she could see through the other person's thoughts at a glance: "Because I'm thick-skinned, giggle." After laughing, the woman stood up from Qiu Ming's bedside.

Seeing the other party stand up, Qiu Ming's heart inexplicably rose a trace of loss, and for some reason, he was eager to enjoy the feeling of the woman sitting back in front of his bed.

"You dead man, don't be in a daze, go, we have something to do, giggles. ”

The woman slapped Qiu Ming on the shoulder, and at the same time woke the other party up.

Realizing his gaffe, Qiu Ming blushed again inexplicably, and even his heartbeat seemed a little violent, as if he was careless, it could break out of his chest.

"Idiot, go! ”

The woman took lotus steps, and she had already arrived outside the house, but the laughter was still in the house, Qiu Ming at this time had no doubt, it was not an exaggeration to compare it to the sound of the sky, and it was too much to compare it to the aftermath of three days around the beam.

Qiu Ming hurriedly concealed the panic in his heart: "Where are we going?"

"Buy an artifact, an artifact used by cultivators. The woman replied crisply.

Artifact!?

Qiu Ming's heart trembled, didn't what he wanted to have day and night dream of was just an artifact? He had fantasized more than once in his heart: he held a magic spear tightly in his hand, and then stood on a high platform, facing the vast sea of people under the stage with a condescending attitude, and then he exuded a momentum of contempt for the world, which made all the spirits in the world grovel and admire.

Qiu Ming secretly clenched his fists and made a crackling sound: "No one asks about the cold window for ten years, and once you become famous, the world will know." ”

This is his vow!

"Go, you dead man, giggle!" the woman stood on her jade feet and smiled back.

Enjoying the woman's laughter, Qiu Ming lost his mind for a moment, and then came back to his senses and said secretly: "Looking back and smiling, this woman should only be in the sky." In fact, she is just a strange woman in the world, and her evaluation of her is a little too much.

This time, their destination was Baibao Street. Baibao Street, only a few steps away from the main street where the Battle Strategy Inn is located, is located behind the Battle Strategy Inn.

Qiu Ming didn't know about this. First, he was penniless, and secondly, he was an introvert and didn't like the bustling city, so he didn't know that the artifact he wanted to get was so close to him.

In fact, strictly speaking, Baibao Street is a trading square that can accommodate thousands of people to buy or sell at the same time, and it is an ultra-small trading market specially used to sell the secret books for cultivators to cultivate or to wear various divine weapons.

"What do you want to buy? Giggle let me guess, giggle. Duan Xia and Qiu Ming walked side by side and said with a smile: "You must want a fragment of the [Divine Grass Essence] or a third-grade mortal-rank divine spear, and all beginner cultivators probably choose this way." ”

Qiu Ming was noncommittal about this, and now he urgently needed a cultivation secret book or an artifact.

[Essence of Divine Grass], a cultivation secret book widely circulated in various continents, it is precisely because of its wide circulation that this book is so cheap and affordable for the current Qiu Ming: only one or two pieces of silver are needed.

"It's a pity that my full one or two tattooed silver has already fooled Li Kewen's bastard, and there is not even a scum left. Thinking of this time, Qiu Ming wanted to strangle the animal.

[Essence of Divine Grass], the most difficult of the many cultivation methods, according to legend, this book was created thousands of years ago, as for the founder of this cultivation secret method, no one knows.

Now, after years of washing, the complete version of [Shencao Essence] has long been controlled by the people of the seven counties, seven mansions and seven sects, and the only one that has been circulated in the world is the simplified version of this method.