After buying the magic weapon, there were only about 500 spirit stones left on the two of them.

He Miaomiao didn't have any sense of loss, and watched with great interest as He Quanling cultivated the Qingxuan Sword.

A Dharma weapon that has not recognized the Lord is like a newborn baby, except for the refiner, it has no connection with the world and cannot be used normally. Only when the monk injects his breath and imprint into it, and connects the magic weapon with the mind, can he grow it and become a real weapon.

Once the Dharma Weapon is recognized, it has a great relationship with the monks. If the weapon is damaged, the monk will be slightly injured, and if the monk falls, the weapon will also lose its original power, although it can still be used by others to continue to practice, but it cannot be compared with when it was new.

The higher the grade of the magic weapon, the more times it can be sacrificed repeatedly, and if it is a first-order upper grade or super grade, the loss is almost negligible.

When refining the ritual weapon, the monk needs to concentrate on it, use his divine sense to penetrate inside, and punch his own mark inch by inch according to the trajectory he senses.

The higher the level of the magic weapon, the greater the divine consciousness and spiritual power consumed by the sacrifice, so before refining the ninth layer of qi, the monk did not have enough ability to make the magic weapon recognize the master, and if he was not careful, he might be counterattacked, thus hurting the meridians of the sea of knowledge.

He Quanling's progress is slow, but he absorbs the spiritual energy from the outside world all year round, so that the spiritual power in his body is suppressed more refined, and it is also easy to refine the mid-grade magic weapon. Half a pillar of incense kung fu, he completely punched the Qingxuan Sword into his breath and established a mysterious spiritual connection.

"Quan Ling, try the power of the sword!" He Miaomiao saw him get up and hurried forward.

He Quanling looked at the spiritual flowers and spiritual grass in the small courtyard, and said helplessly: "It's not good here, if you destroy the courtyard, you won't be able to get the deposit back." After running for a day today, you have a good rest first, and we will go hunting beasts in the mountains early tomorrow morning!"

"Okay!" He Miaomiao was full of excitement, when they were collecting elixirs and hurrying, they always avoided demon beasts, and they had never hunted beasts so far. Being chased by demon beasts of the same level several times made her embarrassed, and she had long wanted to find a place to get back.

For a long time, they could only attack with spells, and for the rough-skinned demon beasts, it was like tickling, but this time with magic weapons, they had another way to earn spirit stones.

The sky was getting dark, He Miaomiao had seen enough of the Qingxuan Sword, yawned and returned to the inner room to lie down, and fell asleep in a daze.

He Quanling heard her steady breathing next door, turned over cautiously, walked out of the house lightly, opened the formation and quietly walked out of the inn.

At night, the Xiuxian City is also lively, especially where there are Zhuji and Jiedan monks, it is even brightly lit and the market is like day.

He Quanling turned left and right to avoid the bustling place, turned from the fang market to the deserted East Street, found the magic shop in the daytime, and stepped into it.

"Huh, haven't you been here during the day, or do you want to buy that set of needle-shaped magic weapons?" the middle-aged man was still full of energy, and it seemed that his voice could be heard all over the street.

"Yes. Please take a look at this defensive vestment. He Quanling took out his childhood clothes from the storage bag and handed them to the middle-aged valuator.

"Hmm... The middle-aged man controlled the purple and black robe, floated in the air and slowly rotated, and the aura slowly flowed between movements, and the silver moire on it appeared, showing luxury.

"It's a good thing. The middle-aged man was very sure, looked at He Quanling with a hint of scease, and said, "I can't see any of the materials here, where did you get this kid from?"

"Robbed. ”

He Quanling didn't have any expression on his face, and his tone was calm, which made the middle-aged people believe it a little.

"Six hundred spirit stones. The middle-aged monk knew that in fact, this magic robe was more than this price, but at a glance, he knew that He Quanling wanted to buy a magic weapon with a spirit stone, and this thing was not coming from the right way, so he naturally wanted to press it.

He Quanling did not put away the floating spirit stones, but took out four hundred pieces from the storage bag and handed them back to the middle-aged man together. "Ask the senior to sell me that set of needle-shaped magic weapons. ”

"Hehehehehe, it's easy to say. ”

Middle-aged people are actually not accustomed to taking advantage, and they consciously pressed a lot of prices, and seeing that He Quanling had no intention of counteroffering, he was a little embarrassed.

After taking off the needle condensed into a dagger and handing it to He Quanling, he took out a jade slip from the storage bag and said, "This is a set of swordsmanship of the lower grade of the yellow order, although the phantom needle cannot be condensed into a sword, it can still be used when it is about to be." I'm going to sell two or three hundred spirit stones outside, and I'll give them to you. ”

This kind of swordsmanship of the lower grade of the Yellow Order is actually a mundane swordsmanship, but it adds aura to operate, changes the trajectory of the sword in several places, and becomes used by monks.

Generally speaking, it will only be used for casual cultivation, and it is also popular in the Lingnan Mountains. However, the power of this kind of swordsmanship is really limited, and most sword-loving cultivators will comprehend it on their own, and then continue to evolve their sword moves.

He Quanling wants to practice swords, and he can only buy this kind of goods, so the middle-aged can be regarded as crooked.

"Thank you, seniors. He put away the phantom and swordsmanship, hugged his fists, and got up to burrow into the dark alleyway, and turned around without anyone following him before returning to the inn.

......

"All Spirits !!"

Early in the morning, He Miaomiao had just come out of the inner room, and on the low table in the living room, he saw his favorite magic weapon.

"He Quanling, you come out, what are you going to sell?" but her tone was obviously not happy.

He Quanling was not yet awake, and his head was dazed by this roar, and when he came out of the inner room and saw the crumpled little face, he realized that she was angry.

"Miao Miao, don't you like this magic weapon?"

"But this magic weapon costs a thousand spirit stones, did you sell the sword?!"

"You bought the sword for me, how could I sell it? I sold the defensive vestment when I was a child, and after buying the Phantom Needle, there are still a hundred left for us to use!"

Although He Quanling was expressionless, his eyes were shining, and with a tone of invitation, he almost didn't grow a tail and came out to swing.

He Miaomiao was helplessly moved, but there was a little bit of a bad taste, she did want the magic weapon, but the clothes..."Quan Ling, that is a relic left by the old man for you, and it may also be a proof of your life experience, how can you sell it like this..."

"Looking for clues about his life experience is just to avenge his grandfather, and it is enough to have a jade pendant. But now, now that we all have magic weapons, the hope of entering the sect is even greater, and you still persuaded me to say this. ”

"That's right, I can't refute myself!" He Miaomiao no longer pushed back, bought everything, and couldn't return it. Put away the little pretentiousness in his heart, use the object control technique, and study his new magic weapon with great interest.

"Quan Ling, you just said that this is called the Phantom Needle?"

"Well, that's what the shopkeeper called. ”

He Miaomiao came to the open space outside, transported her spiritual power to separate the dagger, and more than 9,000 thin needles suddenly formed a circle, floating in mid-air and slowly spinning.