Successfully breaking through to the late stage of Qi acceptance, Zhang Ran was itchy and uncomfortable, and he wanted to try the power of the purple butterfly. But when I thought that this was the place where the gate was stationed, I had to put away this curiosity. "Phantom Spirit" is simple and easy to practice, and with a slight movement of spiritual sense, a giant man with purple skin and black face and a burly figure suddenly appeared. Satisfied, he withdrew the formula and returned to his original form.

Opened the prohibition and walked out of the cultivation room.

Zhang Ran stretched out his arms and took a hard breath of fresh air, the air without blood smelled so good.

Before he could take a few steps, he saw Senior Brother Lin Sen and a female disciple running towards him.

Senior Brother Lin Sen split his lips and smiled: "Senior brother, you have finally come out, okay, now everyone is not worried." ”

The female disciple with clear eyebrows said: "Last time Senior Brother was injured, Senior Brother Lin found out and brought it back, and he stayed by your bedside for two days and two nights, Senior Brother." ”

Zhang Ran's eyes were slightly wet, and he bent down and bowed: "Thank you senior brother for saving your life, it is difficult for my senior brother to repay me." Lin Sen pushed his hands sharply, his face turned red, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Huh, what is the current realm of junior brother?"

"Let's take a breath later. Before the words were finished, Lin Sen actually called out to his senior brother. This is also the general rule of the immortal cultivation world, the attainer comes first, regardless of age.

Zhang Ran said solemnly: "Senior brother, don't be like this, in the heart of the senior brother, you will always be a senior brother." ”

"Senior Brother Zhang, my name is Huang Yu, I was rescued by Senior Brother last time I fought, thank you Senior Brother. Topaz bent down to salute, no wonder he looked familiar.

The topic talked about the current situation, and listening to Senior Brother Lin's words, a foundation-building monk died in the Beast Control Sect, and a shocking battle broke out between the two sides. Dozens of foundation building monks flew in the air, dazzling spells, fierce sword light, the scene was spectacular. There was no victory or defeat in this battle for both sides, and both sides lost several Zhuji. Later, the two factions of Jindan Ancestors intervened to quell this inexplicable battle. It was decided that the battle should be limited to below the foundation, otherwise, it would directly lead to two wars.

This matter started because of himself, and his heart throbbed a little, and his face was not revealed.

Senior Sister Huang Yu also brought a new piece of news, due to the dispute between the two sects' spirit mines, some ill-intentioned loose cultivators took advantage of the fire to rob the spirit mines of other sects, causing the sects to be suspicious of each other. She hinted that in the future, it was not only the Beast Control Sect that would be hostile to the Ten Thousand Law Sect. Unexpectedly, Senior Sister Topaz actually has a broad view of the overall situation and subtle insight.

On the occasion of parting, Zhang Ran gave each of them a storage bag with a thousand spirit stones in it. The two shirked it, and seeing that Zhang Ran was unhappy, they had to put it away. It was also Zhang Ran who made a few windfalls before he had a little spare strength. Hey, it's not easy to cultivate, so if you can, you can help.

Dou Changsheng's face was slightly pale, and the fierce fighting method almost caused the foundation to be unstable. In the face of Yan Laozu's questioning, there was really no way to answer, where did he know the twists and turns. Although the old ancestor spoke fiercely, when he saw that the genius disciple of this sect was injured, he took out an incomparably precious Guiyuan Pill to help him stabilize his injury.

The last time I asked someone to investigate, I already have an eyebrow, and I can only end there. Bai Yusheng is Bai Daoliang's bloodline, and he Dou Changsheng is powerless, so he can't tell Master Hu Daolie about this matter. With the fiery personality of his master, it is unknown that Wanfa Peak was demolished on the spot.

His heart moved, and a transmission note shot outward.

Zhang Ran rarely walked around Fushanfang City, but he didn't find the figure of a high-priced magic weapon, and his magic weapon was completely destroyed, making himself overstretched. Besides, you have to find a place to deal with the things you collect. I want to go back to Qingyun City, but the sect has an order, and the teleportation array cannot be used. Zhang Ran didn't give up, and inquired in many ways, and a senior sister told him that Iwacheng, which is more than 200 miles away from Fushanfang City, is not inferior to Qingyun City. If he knew this, he might as well ask Senior Brother Lin Sen, who had spent so much time talking.

The jade plate on his waist flashed, it turned out to be Dou Changlao's transmission note, why did he look for himself.

The divine sense sensed Zhang Ran's arrival, and his heart was cold and shocked, this kid actually reached the late stage of Qi acceptance, and this cultivation speed was much faster than the original self. Forget it, everyone has their own adventures, and he doesn't have the habit of spying on others.

Zhang Ran bowed his hand and said, "Meet Uncle Shi, I don't know why Uncle Shi ordered the disciple to come?"

"In the Battle of Fushan, you have made a lot of contributions to the sect. Take the lead bravely, help your fellow sects, I will give you 1,000 contribution points, and you can get a cultivation item in the outer treasury of the sect. Dou Changsheng's expression was slightly apologetic, which could be regarded as compensation for Zhang Ran.

He knew that it was a treasure land that the sect had accumulated for thousands of years, and he didn't know how many good things he had collected.

He patronized and was happy, but he didn't notice Dou Changsheng's face.

"Thank you Uncle for your generous gift, and the younger generations are grateful. ”

He asked Dou Changsheng, intentionally or unintentionally, if he could leave the station if he had nothing to do. Dou Changsheng told him that the sect did not forbid the disciples to be free, but they had to return if there was something.

After returning to his cultivation room, he pondered for a while, and then his body flashed, and he set up a retreat and rushed in the direction of Iwajo.

After leaving the Fushan station for dozens of miles, Zhang Ran raised his right hand, and six purple butterflies poured out of their nests, and the gorgeous purple light blew up a boulder from a hundred zhang into powder. It wasn't enough, he suddenly flicked his hands at the same time, twelve purple butterflies, intertwined, and a purple torrent blasted into a river in front of him, "boom", and a column of water several feet high appeared on the surface of the river. As soon as the light flashed, Zhang Ran ran to the place where the water column rose by the river, stretched out his hand and touched it, and his fingertips suddenly burned like flames, and it was cold to the bone. Purple Butterfly's power has risen to a higher level, but its spiritual power has been drained by a small half. This can't be done, my control and polishing of spiritual power is still too far behind, and it will take time to temper it when I go back. took a spirit pill, re-set up the retreat and ran to the destination.

A purple-faced man appeared in Iwaki and asked passers-by about it. After getting the news, I fled all the way and first came to a commercial building called "Qidao Pavilion".

Zhang Ran raised his eyes and looked at it, his heart was good, no worse than the one in Qingyun City.

A tall female cultivator in the early stage of Qi came over, warmly invited Zhang Ran to the private room for hospitality, and brought a cup of tea casually.

"Hehe, I won't drink the tea, I don't know if your pavilion has a good magic weapon?"

"Daoyou is really in the right place, the magic parts sold in this pavilion are boutique, I don't know what you need. "The tall female cultivator is used to seeing this kind of guest, obviously she doesn't have any spirit stones, so she asks for a high-grade magic weapon when she opens her mouth.

"Then I'll be blunt, does your pavilion have a top-price magic weapon for sale? If not, I'll go to another house. I don't want to waste time, spirit stones are not a problem. "The Phantom Recipe can only last for two hours.

The female cultivator looked at Zhang Ran in surprise and hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, wait a minute, I'll go and ask the steward." With that, he hurried to the second floor.

The kung fu is not big, and the next old man who is close to the sixtieth year walks down. Zhang Ran's spiritual sense couldn't sense his breath, and his heart tightened, and he couldn't help but be wary.

Seeing Zhang Ran's nervousness, the old man smiled and said, "Little Daoist friends don't have to worry, please come to the second floor with me." ”

Zhang Ran had no choice but to bite the bullet and go up to the second floor with the old man.

As soon as he sat down, the old man put seven jade boxes on the table, looked at Zhang Ran with interest and said, "The seven magic weapons here are all at the top price, I don't know which one the little Taoist friend likes?"

Zhang Ran's heart is extremely hot, it is worth the trip. He first excluded three pieces: a long knife, a silver spear, a fork. The rest are the thick earth shield, the red sword, the black light armor, and the jasper needle. These four top-priced magic weapons must be taken down all, heart.

Zhang Ran arched his hand at the old man and said politely: "These four magic weapons, the younger generation is quite fond of them, I don't know if the predecessors are willing to give up." There is one more thing, there are also two good things here in the juniors, I don't know if your pavilion is willing to buy them?"

Zhang Ran patted the storage bag and put the two items on the table.

When the old man looked at it, his eyes were shining, and he looked at Zhang Ran. He gritted his teeth and resisted the coercion released by the old man, but his face still did not change.

"Hehe, the little Taoist friend is good, and his spiritual power is also very condensed. "The old man couldn't figure out which family this was, and he was actually holding two spiritual weapons for sale, maybe this little guy had another adventure.

Zhang Ran regretted it a little, the spiritual weapon was used by the foundation building monks, and it was priceless, hey. If you say it and splash the water, you can't regret it. Forget it, if you stay on your body, you will have to get into trouble sooner or later.

The old man estimated that the two spiritual weapons were worth 50,000 spirit stones, and after deducting the three magic weapons of 35,000 spirit stones, he would have to find Zhang Ran 15,000 spirit stones upside down.

After putting the things into the storage bag, Zhang Ran relaxed for a while, walked out of the "Qidao Pavilion", and set up a trot like a smoke.

There is still an hour, hurry up and go to the "Dan Medicine Hall".

On the second floor of the "Qidao Pavilion", the tall female cultivator said: "Uncle Shi, do you want to send someone to keep an eye on him, and wait for him to go out of the city and send someone to rob and kill?"

The old man sighed: "Xiaojuan, maybe someone can take it back." But next time, if you really have to do it, there will be a day when you will lift a stone and shoot yourself in the foot. Don't be too greedy!"

The tall nun looked thoughtful and lowered her head.

The Limen station was only a few miles away, and Zhang Ran's spiritual sense moved and took back the "Phantom Spirit". found a hidden place, and the top priority was to refine the newly purchased top-price magic weapon. Sitting cross-legged, the dreamy purple spiritual power came out through his palm, enveloping the Chixiao Sword, and the spiritual power continued to seep into the sword body. With a long groan of "hum", the Chixiao Sword soared into the air, the majestic spiritual pressure shook the air and hissed, and Sen Ran's sword qi drew a bolt of lightning. Zhang Ran's mind was together, and the Chixiao Sword was like a terrifying snake, cutting through the barrier of the air, and a big tree with waist and legs was silently cut in two. With so many spirit stones, it is not unjust to spend it at all. The Purple Shadow Sword is gone, so let's call you the Purple Night Sword.

The thick earth shield is worthy of being a top-priced defensive magic weapon. As soon as the spiritual sense moved, a high-priced flying sword stabbed in the air, and with a "poof" sound, only a shallow mark was left. The top-price magic weapon, the saying of the immortal cultivation world is, a half-step spiritual weapon. The defensive effect of the black light armor is similar to that of a thick earth shield, and a high-priced magic weapon cannot hurt it at all, unless there is a magic weapon with the same power.

Jasper needle, Zhang Ran bought it to give it to Jiang Wangqin. High-priced magic weapons are already rare, and even more so, top-priced magic weapons can not be found, since they are destined to meet them, of course, they can't be missed.

The value of the pills in the "Dan Yao Tang" is not generally expensive. The "Gathering Spirit Pill" can greatly restore spiritual power, and the "Heart Nourishing Pill" is a masterpiece for healing, and none of them bought fifty pills and smashed into forty thousand spirit stones, and Zhang Ran's worth has greatly shrunk.

He recalled the last words of the fallen Jindan Ancestor in that cave back then, which chance was not bloody, and all the accomplished cultivators were not full of blood debts.

The trip to Iwaki was still reckless, and a cultivator in the Qi acceptance period had the audacity to sell it with a spiritual weapon. His original vigilance was lost, and Zhang woke up fearfully.

The jade plate on his waist has not moved, so he is not in a hurry to go back. This place is secluded and safe, and it is perfect for honing spell flying swords.