After sitting cross-legged on that stone bed, Fang Nan pondered for a moment before taking off the three storage bags around his waist and placing them in front of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as his consciousness moved, the stone bed flashed with brilliance, and it was immediately covered with various items, and several storage bags quickly deflated.

In the past few years, it has been used countless times, and some of the things that Fang Nan got from Fu Jian at the beginning, some of the things that were not used by him have been exchanged for spirit stones to purchase pills, and the rest can be sold in addition to the most precious top-grade flying sword and three or four high-grade spirit weapons.

After all, if he really wants to start practicing talisman making, it will be a big expense, and he doesn't plan to sell the remaining spirit runes, and the existing spirit stones in his hand alone will definitely not be able to support the consumption of materials required for talisman making.

His gaze swept over several spiritual weapons close to him, Fang Nan thought about it for a while, took out three of the lower-grade spiritual weapons, and put them aside separately, including the dagger shaped like a blade that he had obtained from Liang Yi.

These low-grade spirit weapons are useless to him now, but they are suitable for exchanging them for spirit stones.

Speaking of which, although there are a lot of things I got from Fu Jian, there are only a few spiritual weapons, but these are the spirit stones and spirit runes.

In addition to those low-level spirit runes that sold most of them, there were also a lot of remaining middle-level spirit runes, and there were even extremely rare types such as "Ice Sealing Technique" and "Thousand Miles Fu", which was undoubtedly a great help when fighting the method by keeping them around.

Of course, there is a limit to this kind of help, and when the spirit rune is used, the spiritual power consumed will also increase with the increase of the spirit rune level. Fang Nan had previously consulted the classics and estimated that with his current cultivation, at most two middle-level spirit runes would be depleted of spiritual energy, and if he really wanted to use it in the fighting method, he had to be very cautious.

Not only the spirit rune, but also the rest of these spirit weapons, especially the pale cyan flying sword, as a superb magic weapon, the speed of the spiritual energy consumed is extremely amazing, even a monk like Fu Jian, who is only one foot away from the knot pill, can't control it for a long time, and if he changes to Fang Nan, I'm afraid that even if he holds the spirit stone all the way to replenish the spiritual energy, he won't be able to fly for an hour.

In addition to this superb flying sword, Fang Nan's biggest gain was undoubtedly the puppet with the strength to build the foundation.

But it's a pity that he has tried many times in the past few years, but he found that he couldn't manipulate this puppet freely at all, and afterwards his divine consciousness was often like being pricked by a needle, and the sting was unbearable, but the snake-like puppet he bought from Mu Qingquan was driven by this kind of situation.

After looking for a few days in Ling Yunfeng's library pavilion, Fang Nan realized that urging the puppet to have extremely high requirements for divine sense, this foundation building puppet realm was far higher than him, and he had not practiced any exercises related to puppetry, so it was strange that he could drive it.

Thinking of this, Fang Nan glanced at the storage bag that had not been taken out by himself, and frowned slightly.

Such a common sense in the immortal cultivation world, but it would take him a few days to find the answer. This is one of the disadvantages of being a casual cultivator, if you are in the sect, you can directly ask the master to know where to use so much effort.

Speaking of which, if Fang Nan wanted to enter the sect, it was not impossible, a twenty-year-old disciple of the sixth level of Qi refining, in a sect like Spirit Beast Mountain, he was already able to rank into the middle of the cultivators of the same generation, and the only obstacle was the qualifications that seemed to be only four spirit roots.

The spiritual energy attributes in the five spiritual roots are mixed, and the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy is extremely low, and they often can't break through the fourth layer of qi refining in their lifetimes, so they are called pseudo spiritual roots in the immortal cultivation world, and the sect with a little confidence will not accept these monks, even if it is the spirit beast mountain, it only accepts some miscellaneous disciples, and the treatment of formal disciples can be said to be far from the world.

Although the Four Spirit Roots are much better than the Five Spirit Roots, if you want to become an official disciple of the sect, it is also not easy.

However, the reason why Fang Nan has not joined the sect for a long time is not because of his qualifications, the sect has strict hierarchies and many rules, and the spiritual weapon elixir he got from Fu Jian is extremely valuable, even if the foundation building monk sees it, it is inevitable that his eyes will be red, he is just a monk of the sixth level of qi refining, and when he enters the mountain gate, it is really difficult to guarantee that his net worth will never be exposed in front of a group of high-level monks.

Thinking of the appearance of many scattered cultivators under the power of Gu Ci'an's sword under the mountain gate today, Fang Nan couldn't help but sigh softly.

Whether it was running around the mountain outside Hanzhou Fang City before, or having to stay in front of the mountain gate in Gu Ci'an's light cat lightly written a sentence at the foot of the mountain, it was something he had not had for many years in his previous life as Emperor Wu, and now even if he has been reborn for three years, his mentality has almost adjusted, but when he really encounters this situation of having to submit to others, it is still difficult for him to accept it as naturally as those low-level monks.

The immortal path is long, the so-called Taoist immortality is a road bigger than anyone's fist, the resources of the immortal cultivation world are limited, you have a big fist, there are more resources, and you can naturally go further on the immortal road, and in the end, the road of cultivating immortals is to take your life against the sky, and the kick before immortality is also just comparing the size of your fist with the heavenly way.

Only with absolute strength can you act without looking at the faces of others, and you can do everything from now on!

With a wave of his robe, the stone bed was immediately empty, and after glancing at the bulging storage bag, Fang Nan was silent for a while, and then slowly calmed down, gently closed his eyes, and calmed down.

......

Outside the cave, the old moon is green and the breeze is light.

Under the bright moonlight, a figure as black as ink suddenly rushed up from behind the cliff, and in a few jumps, it disappeared in front of the attic on the top of Lingyun Peak.

In the attic, the monk surnamed Zhong, who was kneeling cross-legged, suddenly frowned, opened his eyes, looked out the window, and snorted coldly.

As soon as his heart moved, his divine consciousness immediately burst out of his body, and then swept away like a tide, enveloping the entire attic in the blink of an eye.

After half a cup of tea, the monk surnamed Zhong sighed lightly and stood up in disbelief.

When I came to the window, the night was calm, the moon was in the sky, the peak of the light was as bright as day, everything was as safe as before, and the divine consciousness of the monk surnamed Zhong swept back and forth several times, but still did not find anything abnormal.

"That demonic aura just now...... Could it be just an old man's delusion?" the monk surnamed Zhong stroked his long hair and muttered suspiciously.

After thinking about it for a while, after all, he still couldn't let go, the old man surnamed Zhong slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist, and a spirit beast with a silver-white body like a mouse appeared in the palm of his hand, sniffed his nose and squeaked a few times, and quickly climbed onto the shoulder of the old man surnamed Zhong.

Glancing at his fourth-level spirit beast, which was famous for his sense of smell, the old man surnamed Zhong immediately calmed down, and his figure was blurred, and he appeared outside the attic.

However, as soon as he came out of the attic, the old man surnamed Zhong paused and looked at the mountain rock on the side in a daze.

A great figure stood with his back to him, and when he heard the sound, he slowly turned around, and the moonlight sprinkled on his face, and he could see it clearly, but it was a young man in a black shirt with a delicate face, expressionless at the moment, staring at him coldly.