Haisha City, a monk city with a population of more than 100,000, needs to pay a certain amount of spirit stone fees to enter the city, but it is nothing to Chu Xin'er, who is still rich.

She wore a magic weapon mask, and her appearance was unremarkable, but her cultivation was enough to make most of the people in the city fearful, and she bought enough refining materials without any trouble.

It's just that she only found one of the natal magic weapons she planned to refine and those precious materials she needed, which made Chu Xin'er a little helpless.

Qingyun Turning into Rain is the Dao method left by the ancient monk killed by Ling Tianyun, and the natal magic weapon recorded in it, the Qinglei Devouring Immortal Sword is extremely powerful, but the heavenly and earthly treasures that need to be used are also very precious and scarce.

Like what Ten Thousand Years Jade Heart, Xingchen Iron, Green Thunder Bamboo, Deep Sea Silver Sand, etc., as many as a dozen precious and expensive materials, Chu Xin'er only found Deep Sea Silver Sand, but the problem is that people don't sell it yet, and they need to wait for the auction in a few days to bid.

The natal magic weapon is an indispensable part of the monk, and even if there are other treasures and ancient treasures, it cannot be replaced.

After all, only the natal magic weapon that is constantly cultivated in the dantian can grow, and there is a chance to evolve into a spiritual treasure in the future, and it is a perfect fit with the master.

Getting the Deep Sea Silver Sand is also an opportunity, Chu Xin'er doesn't plan to miss it, anyway, three days later will be the day the auction will open, and then the auction VIP card given to her by the elders of Haitian Pavilion will follow.

Leaving Fang City, Chu Xin'er walked towards a teahouse not far away, since she needed to stay here for a few days, she wanted to hear the interesting stories of the immortal cultivation world, after all, being idle is also idle.

"Brother Zhao, have you heard? Demon Mosquito Uncle Xiao single-handedly destroyed the Yin Demon Sect and rescued countless female cultivators from the Sea of Suffering......"

"Cut, your news is outdated, the latest information from the Black Rock Sea, Uncle Xiao of the Demon Mosquito for the Heavenly Path, when passing by the Black Rock Sea area, he has been uprooting the Black Rock Thieves on the one side of the disaster......"

"Really, Brother Dao, please sit down, come and have tea, and quickly tell us more about the information you know......

Chu Xin'er was idle and bored, but as soon as she entered the teahouse, the conversation of several monks in the hall on the second floor aroused her interest.

Demon mosquito, Uncle Xiao? Is it Xiaowen?

Chu Xin'er was so excited that she didn't even hear the words of the teahouse boy greeting her, until the other party called the fairy again.

"Fairy, please come here, I don't know if the fairy needs ordinary tea, or the best Yunlu Ling tea we have here. ”

The young man led Chu Xin'er to a window position, wiped the table clean, and then asked.

"Yunlu Ling tea, bring two pots to a few Taoist friends over there. ”

Chu Xin'er waved her hand and pointed to the few people who were discussing Uncle Xiao.

Okay, the young man's cultivation is not high, and he can't see her true realm, but the commission of three pots of spirit tea worth thousands of spirit stones is real.

When he happily agreed and quickly went to prepare tea, several monks who heard Chu Xin'er's words looked sideways, and after seeing that she was actually a Jindan monk, those foundation building periods immediately saluted respectfully.

"Thank you seniors for rewarding you with spiritual tea, I don't know what we can do for you?"

As the so-called reactive and unrelenting, they were rashly invited by the other party to drink a pot of spiritual tea with five hundred spirit stones, and they always felt a little weak-hearted.

"A few Taoist friends don't need to be restrained, I've just come out of the customs, and I don't know much about what is happening in the immortal cultivation world today? What kind of demon mosquito Uncle Xiao, it sounds strange and interesting, I don't know if I can talk about it carefully. ”

"No problem, senior, you want to listen, I'll tell you about it without sparing, that's the case......"

Mo said that Chu Xin'er also invited them to tea, even if they were directly interrogated, those foundation building periods did not dare to hide anything.

Of course, there are two pots of Yunlu Ling Tea that the young man quickly served, and these guys are very energetic.

From the time when Uncle Xiao brought down the Thousand Illusion Sect half a year ago, to the recent extermination of the Black Rock Thieves, as long as Chu Xin'er showed interest, several people added to each other that it was very detailed.

"It's really Xiaowen, that's great. ”

Listening to the descriptions of several monks, Chu Xin'er drank tea indifferently with a silent smile on the surface, but she was already excited in her heart.

Uncle Demon Mosquito Xiao is a legend that started from Millelith Island, who else could it be if it wasn't Xiaowen? It turned out that he was not caught, and he left the cave to save Gu Yanlong.

Xiao Wenzi is very mysterious, and Chu Xin'er doesn't know much about him, but it is certain that he will never harm himself.

As for how he got acquainted with Yanlong, none of this matters, the important thing is that he did not hesitate to offend the power of the Yuan Infant and also entered the Yin Sha Sect alone, he should be in order to find himself.

Chu Xin'er Bingxue was smart, and it didn't take long to figure it out.

Wait, not long after Xiaowen left Qianfeng Island, he destroyed the Black Rock Thieves again, and it was definitely not untargeted, did he want to send some kind of message to himself?

Do you not want to let yourself go to Chiho Island? Or is it that he is constantly looking for himself according to a certain range? Every once in a while, he makes big moves to let himself know and stay and wait.

Chu Xin'er's thoughts were spinning for a while, she quietly probed her divine thoughts into the several nautical charts in the Sumeru bag, and soon she determined her thoughts in a flash.

Xiaowen was really looking for her according to the scope of teleportation, because only Xiaowen knew the approximate distance that he teleported out with that ancient random teleportation talisman.

That is to say, as long as she waits on any island three million miles away from Milleander Island, one day she will be able to meet Xiaowen who is looking for her along the big circle.

It's just that Xiaowen doesn't know that she is in the inland sea close to the Tianxuan West Sea, and she has been looking for it in the open sea, and now her location is still nearly four million miles away from her, even if there is no trouble such as the Chiba Firm, it will take a long time to arrive.

Although Chu Xin'er was worried that Xiao Wenzi would be found by the elders of the Chiba Trading House and there would be a crisis, she couldn't help, so she could only secretly pray that he was safe.

No matter what you say, it is a good thing to be able to get Xiaowen's news unexpectedly, so that she will not have to travel a long distance to Millelith Island, which will reduce a lot of risks.

Chu Xin'er decided to use the past few months to collect materials for refining the natal magic weapon in the nearby sea, and then go to an inn near the port on the road that Xiaowen must pass through to wait.

She was in a good mood, and took out another thousand spirit stones and invited those foundation building monks to drink two pots of spirit tea.

Several people thanked them happily, until Chu Xin'er left, and they were still talking about her, a generous senior fairy.

Since the Black Rock Robbery incident, Uncle Xiao has been silent for more than a month, although Luo Qianyun, Yun Die and others are looking for him everywhere.

But in the vast open sea, the ships deliberately hid their tracks, and the sea often changed drastically, and there were often violent storms and rains, and their divine thoughts could not spread far, and they never found a clue.