Tang Zui took out a low-grade spirit stone and looked at it, the inside of this spirit stone was very transparent, without the slightest impurity. If you hold it in your hand, you can feel the rich spiritual power contained in it.

At that moment, I held it in the palm of my hand and began to practice, only to see that the high-grade spirit stone began to be slowly stimulated, and the spiritual power contained in it began to flow out slowly, flowing into the body along the palm. After running in the body for a week, enter the path base.

Tang's drunken milky white Dao Ji was absorbed very quickly, and after a while, this low-grade spirit stone was consumed with spiritual power, turned into powder and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Tang was drunk and didn't know that his milky white Dao Ji was absorbing five times faster than ordinary people. In other words, when he cultivated, he was five times faster than others.

The only drawback is this strange disease of alcoholism, the higher the level of cultivation, the higher the quality requirements for the wine, and the medicinal wine drunk in the Faxiang Temple actually contains a lot of spiritual herbs.

Tang drunk now feels that it is not enough to enjoy it, and he doesn't know what more powerful spirit wine will be needed in the future to alleviate the temporary alcohol addiction.

"Red Flame True Chapter" records a secret technique called "Dragon Breath Technique", which can conjure up a fire dragon from the body to resist enemies and hurt people, and its power is huge, and there are few people who can match it in the agile period.

However, there are two sides to the matter, although this fighting skill is good, it consumes a lot of spiritual power, and it must be cultivated only after the medicine reaches the third layer of the spiritual period.

Xiuzhen pays the most attention to stability, Tang is drunk and does not dare to be in a hurry, and there is no guidance from his predecessors, so he can only slowly explore by himself.

All laws are natural, and they cannot be forced.

Tang Zui felt that he had reached this point, and the original white pill and now the milky white Daoji must have hidden a very powerful secret.

It was past noon, and my stomach was rumbling. I changed into a yellow kaftan and hid the bracelet on my wrist with long sleeves. He straightened his robe in the mirror, tied a bauhinia crown, and immediately became radiant, and pushed the door open.

The town of Sanxi has become lively, the streets are full of shops, and it is a prosperous scene that has not been seen last night, and the cries of hawkers and traders are endless. He ordered a bowl of spring noodles downstairs at the inn and began to eat.

Cultivators can open up the valley, but they have to wait until the foundation is built. Although the spirit period can control the desire of the tongue, it is also impossible not to eat or drink. Because their absorption of spiritual power for cultivation is not enough to replace the energy needed by the physical body.

Tang drunk these days in the Faxiang Temple to eat vegetarian food, and serious injury, at first can only eat some liquid food, so in his eyes, this bowl of spring noodles is particularly delicious, even the noodles with soup, all of them were drunk by Tang drunk to eat up and drink all, asked for ten catties of liquor to drink it all, but also felt that it was not enjoyable, and it took ten catties to relieve the addiction to alcohol.

When Xiao Er came to settle the bill, he found that he had no gold or silver on him. Tang was a little embarrassed, so he asked if he could pay with broken spirit stones. Xiao Er was serving food at other tables, and a large bowl of rotten meat noodles in his hand was about to be served to the Eight Immortals table, when he heard the "broken spirit stone", his hands were unstable, and his face spilled a large table.

The three or five big men at the table, one of whom was bragging, was also caught off guard by this bowl of rotten meat noodles, and several of them were angry. But when I listened carefully to the "broken spirit stone", I didn't dare to speak. Looking at the momentum of these three or five Han people's clothes, it should be a martial arts person in the secular world who has traveled from south to north, and he has only heard of the cultivators and broken spirit stones, and he has never really seen them, so he does not dare to make a mistake.

Xiao Er immediately bowed down and walked to Tang Zui's side: "Shangxian, the small shop is just an ordinary shop, Shangxian can come, it is a blessing for the small ones." It's good for you to eat well, and you don't dare to take money. ”

The original buzzing voices were all silent at this moment, and the diners were afraid to speak, and the room was quiet for a while. Tang was also a little embarrassed, and pulled Xiao Er into the backyard.

Xiao Eryan said: "Shang Immortal, the broken spirit stone used by the immortals, the small shop does not dare to accept it. But I can go to the pawnshop and help you change it for gold and silver, can you?"

Tang Zui then said: "Shopkeeper, I didn't bring any money and white things when I went out today, so you can accept this broken spirit stone." If you feel troubled in your heart, exchange it for silver and gold, and give me the excess. ”

Xiao Er saw that he insisted on doing so, so he accepted it and asked him to go upstairs and wait for a while. I went to the pawnshop in town. Since Sanxi Town is a small town that connects the north and south, and three long rivers that run through the four directions surround the town, there are often some disciples of the Xiuzhen sect who come to walk around.

Many ordinary people also know some things about cultivation, and the Wuwei pawnshop in the town also accepts some spiritual stones and artifacts from cultivators, but they are just some low-grade spiritual weapons.

Tang drunk and agreed, and went upstairs to take a nap. After a while, Xiao Er knocked on the door and dropped a small package of belongings. Tang drunk opened it and saw that it was all silver ingots.

Tang was a little surprised, and then he thought about it, no wonder, after all, gold and silver treasures are only things outside the body, and for cultivators, it is still the most convenient spirit stone, where can you still see these worldly things? So he accepted it and put it in the Sumeru bracelet.

Tang drunk stretched his waist, then went downstairs and came to Sanxi Town, ready to take a stroll around the town. It's past noon, and there are a lot fewer people, but there are still many stalls on the roadside.

He walked down the street into the distance. Sanxi Town is not as lively as Qingming Town in his hometown, Qingming Town is much more lively than this Sanxi Town because of the production of Yanxuan's Wenzhi fine iron, and the merchants gather.

Suddenly, an armory shop came into view, looking at the wide Zhumen, which was very magnificent. Tang drunk walked in, only to see that the store was full of all kinds of blades. A black-faced man walked out of the inner hall, saw a guest coming, hugged his fists and said: "Hello guest officer, I only sell weapons in this hundred blades hall." The black-faced man is concise and to the point, he can't see joy and anger, but his temperament is straightforward.

Tang Xi glanced at the various weapons in the hall and carefully selected them. Tang Zui asked, "But there are more powerful weapons for me to see, and it doesn't matter what kind of weapon it is." ”

After listening to this, the black-faced man looked at Xia Tang drunk with his eyes, and said, "Please move to the inner hall to speak." With his left hand, he made a gesture of please. Tang drunk and entered by appointment.

The two sat down in the hall, and there were no weapons in the inner hall, only a few calligraphy and paintings, which were antique and fragrant.

The black-faced man looked at Tang Zui and said, "Dare to ask, my friend is a Taoist friend?"

After listening to this, Tang was drunk and held the seal, and the fiery red spiritual power slowly wrapped around his palm. The black-faced man suddenly laughed: "Haha, it's really a Taoist friend, disrespectful and disrespectful!" I am an outer disciple of the Battle Hall, and I am in charge of this shop in Sanxi Town. Daoist friends can call me Tie Hongzhong. ”

Tang Zui also hugged his fists and saluted back: "Daoist friend is polite, my name is Tang Zui, I just want to buy a suitable blade today." When Tang Zui heard this name, he wanted to laugh in his heart, Tie Hongzhong, Hongzhong, I'm afraid that the nickname is not called mahjong, but he didn't dare to show it.

Tie Hongzhong didn't say much, went out and closed the door of the shop, and lit a few bright lights in the hall. There are also some moonlight stones on the walls of the inner hall, which are very bright.

Tie Hongzhong said: "It's not that I don't believe in fellow Daoists, it's just that if you want to buy weapons, do you have enough spirit stones?"

Tang drunk heard what Tie Hongzhong meant, because he was afraid that he would have no money, after all, he was dressed plainly. So from the Sumeru bracelet, he took out dozens of lower-grade spirit stones, which could be regarded as a treasure.

Tie Hongzhong smiled and said nothing, slowly sealed his hands, and recited the mantra, and the hanging calligraphy and paintings disappeared in an instant, revealing four purple wooden boxes, which he carefully took out from the dark pavilion and put them on the table.

The purple wooden box was pasted with a charm written on yellow paper cinnabar, which was to prevent the spiritual energy of the utensils inside from being lost. It has the function of preventing the leakage of breath, but it is not easy to plant, the quantity is scarce, and it is also very rare in the secular world.