In the face of so many masters, Lin Xuan lowered his head slightly, it was Tian Xiaojian, who was flying and jumping, and at this time, he also changed his playful look, and the two came to a remote corner silently.

Although Lin Xuan's divine sense was amazing, he naturally didn't dare to make a mistake at this moment, and just quietly looked at the surrounding scene with his eyes.

Soon, a familiar figure fell into view.

Xu Han!

Foundation Stage cultivators who have been qualified with them.

He was still dressed in a red robe, he came a little earlier than them, and he was standing behind a Ning Dan stage monk with a respectful expression, but the two of them were not like master and apprentice, and they looked quite similar, perhaps because of their blood relationship.

This is nothing strange, in Youzhou, the big Xiuzhen family, there is no shortage of masters in the Ning Dan period.

Coincidentally, Xu Han also happened to look over, the two looked at each other, and the hostility in Xu Han's eyes was unabashedly revealed.

Lin Xuan's heart moved, and then he turned his head as if nothing had happened.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, new monks entered the main hall one after another, all of them were masters of the Ning Dan period, but there was no one on both sides of the main and demonic sides.

Time continued to pass, but everyone did not have the slightest expression of impatience, after all, they were immortal cultivators, and what they practiced was the art of cultivating the heart, and there was still some patience for this.

A slightly heavy voice came to my ears, but the door at the other end of the hall was opened, and from the outside came an old man in a yellow robe with a white beard...... The other monks all turned their heads when they heard this, and many of them had slightly respectful expressions on their faces.

This old man has an ordinary appearance, but his cultivation has reached the realm of a fake baby, and he is the current head of the Tianmu Sect. Deadwood real people.

Deadwood Zhenren came to the front of the main hall, and hugged his fist at everyone with a smile: "Welcome to my Tianmu Mountain, and now please take out the items you want to exchange." ”

"Well said, well said. ”

The other Ning Dan stage masters also smiled in return, but no one did anything, for no other reason. The purpose of everyone's trip is mainly something unique to Tianmu Mountain, otherwise the trade of Ning Dan period monks will abound, why bother to come all the way to this remote place.

For this, the dead wood real person also knew it, just a polite word, after a little silence, he spoke: "Since you fellow Daoists are humble. So how about letting the old man throw bricks and lead the way?"

"Just a real person, please. ”

Lin Xuandi's attention was also focused on the front. Although he knew that he was Dao, these high-level cultivators next to him must have a lot of money, but fortunately, the Vientiane Grass did not have any other outstanding uses other than refining the Condensing Pill. As long as there are no people deliberately finding fault and arguing with themselves. It should be possible to take it down.

Seeing that everyone had no objections, with a flick of the deadwood real man's sleeve robe, there were three more small boxes in front of him, each supported by a layer of blue light, suspended in mid-air.

The Tao is subtle and breathtaking, but the one here is not well-informed, and no one shows a different color.

With a flick of his fingers, a white light flew out, and the lid of the box opened. What flew out was a spirit rune. The talisman is about half the size of a palm, and it is glittering with blue. There is a faint golden text looming on it, which looks quite extraordinary.

From the time when he was still a low-level monk in the spirit stage, Lin Xuan had formed an indissoluble bond with Fu, and this kind of spell sealing in it was very useful to instantly generate treasures during battle.

However, the earth spirit rune in front of him was obviously very different from what he had used before, could it be......

Before the thoughts in his heart were finished, the deadwood real person stroked his beard and spoke: "This is an intermediate level talisman refined by our sect......"

Sure enough, it was a ground level talisman, Lin Xuan listened attentively, but most of the other monks around him showed a look of disappointment, although it was different from the human level talisman, the ground level spirit talisman was rarely bought in the market, but for the monks of the Ning Dan period, it was not such a rare thing, and there were naturally not many people who were interested. “

The dead wood real person took in everyone's expressions one by one, but there was no trace of dissatisfaction on his face, and continued to explain with a smile: "Although our sect is located in the northern frontier, and its magical powers cannot be compared with all the fellow practitioners here, but in the same way, it also has a lot of experience, and this talisman seals the intermediate spell of our sect, which is thousands of miles away. ”

"In a flash?"

The monk who was originally lacking in interest was suddenly moved, the words above the dead wood real person were of course polite words, although the Tianmu Sect now does not have a Yuan Infant stage monk, but the Taoist magic power is not trivial, especially the escape technique used when the enemy escapes, it is even more wonderful, of course, it is exaggerated for a thousand miles, but if it is not for the realm is much higher than the other party, or if there are special exercises, this magic of thousands of miles is cast, and it is really not easy to intercept it.

For thousands of years, I don't know how many people have thought about stealing teachers.

However, the Tianmu Sect's Authentic Technique is different, although it is not like the ghost Dao and the supernatural power that has the obstacle of Yin spiritual power, but the state of mind pays attention to entering the world, which is completely different from the general Xuanmen secret technique, which emphasizes the key to stopping the water in the heart and not being disturbed by the world, and it can even be said to be contrary and incompatible.

In other words, even if a person from another sect obtains a trick that is instantaneous and thousands of miles, he will not be able to learn this secret technique.

However, the spirit rune in front of him was different, and the spell that was instantaneous had been sealed in it, and it could be easily driven as long as it was slightly injected with spiritual power.

Although it can't be said that with this treasure there is an extra life, at least in case of danger, the chance of being able to escape will increase a lot.

Quite a few people are already gearing up.

"May I ask the real person, who made this spirit rune?" a black-robed monk swallowed and suddenly asked.

Everyone was stunned, and they all showed concerned expressions, this Taoist friend is really sensitive, you must know the Dao, the same kind of spell, cast by different people, the power is also very different.

"It's made by the old man. Deadwood Zhenren smiled and held the spirit rune in his hand: "If there are any Taoist friends who are interested, only two thousand spars are needed." ”