Chapter 13 is powerful

After repairing the painting in Fu Lang Pavilion for an hour, Ning Chen walked out of Fu Lang Pavilion.

At this moment, Ning Chen no longer carried the heavy bookcase, a storage bag straddled his waist, almost no weight, and it was extremely simple to use.

This made Ning Chen extremely happy, and the storage bag that Bai Xinyao gave him was obviously meticulously crafted, not the shoddy storage bag of the bazaar.

Returning to his residence, along the way, Ning Chen's mind was almost completely occupied by the Dragon Whisker Tribute Pen, and even every detail of the Dragon Whisker Tribute Pen lingered in Ning Chen's mind and lingered.

It's just that once the dragon beard tribute pen is bought, the seventy spirit stones that Ning Chen has worked so hard to save in a month will instantly disappear.

"Count, aren't spirit stones just for flowers?"

Making a decision in his heart, Ning Chen no longer hesitated, and then patted the storage bag, took out the ancient fan, and then injected a full seventy spirit stones into the ancient fan.

In a moment, Ning Chen's eyes flashed, and the whole person appeared in front of the treasure pagoda of the Little Thousand Hundred Spirit World, and immediately Ning Chen felt a thick and pure ancient aura coming from all directions, making Ning Chen feel unobstructed.

While absorbing the ancient pure aura, he didn't dare to waste the slightest, and Ning Chen then strode into the Treasure Pavilion, and came to the Dragon Whisker Tribute Pen without stopping.

Looking at the dragon beard tribute pen in front of him, a thick and deep breath came to his face.

"Sure enough, it's a rare magic weapon of the condensation period. Ning Chen sighed, his heart was full of excitement, and little by little he stretched out his hand to grab the dragon beard tribute pen, and at the same time, Ning Chen only felt a heavy spiritual power coming from the pen, and then Ning Chen no longer hesitated, and directly took it off the spiritual platform.

After a moment, I saw that the spirit platform in front of Ning Chen disappeared, and at the same time, Ning Chen could clearly feel that there were fifty fewer spirit stones that had been integrated into the world of small thousand spirits.

It's just that at this moment, Ning Chen's excitement is already greater than the pain in his flesh, looking at the golden dragon beard tribute pen in his hand, Ning Chen's face is already flushed, and he can't put it down.

After fiddling with the dragon beard tribute pen a few times, Ning Chen set his eyes on a spiritual platform beside him, on which was hanging a blank painting scroll, called the Snow Demon Scroll, six feet long and two feet wide, made of the Blue Valley Snow Demon Skin, extremely solid.

And this scroll can make the charm and painting more perfect combination, the premise is that you must use a magic weapon level pen such as the dragon beard tribute pen to ink and paint on it.

According to legend, this snow demon is an ancient spirit beast, extremely powerful, and now extinct.

"Looks like it's a baby. Ning Chen looked at the snow demon scroll and muttered to himself, more importantly, such a treasure only needs ten spirit stones, which is already very cheap in the treasure pagoda.

"Anyway, I've already spent so many spirit stones, and it's not so bad. ”

Thinking of this, Ning Chen directly stretched out his hand and took the snow demon scroll off the spirit platform, and then the spirit platform under the snow demon roll also disappeared.

Subsequently, Ning Chen did not dare to stay too much in the Little Thousand Thousand Spirit World, he took a big gulp of thirty breaths of pure spiritual energy, and picked a few spirit plants from the surroundings of the Treasure Pagoda, and came out of the Little Thousand Thousand Spirit World directly.

This time, Ning Chen also spent more than sixty spirit stones, but in the blink of an eye, there were only nine spirit stones left in Ning Chen's storage bag.

However, looking at the glittering dragon beard tribute pen, Ning Chen only felt that it was worth the money, and he was very excited, although now he was about to turn back into a poor bastard.

"Give it a try now. Ning Chen's face was excited, and then he held the dragon beard tribute pen and injected spiritual energy.

After a while, the tip of the dragon beard tribute pen had turned bright red, as if it was stained with spiritual ink, and then Ning Chen flicked the pen, and a strong and powerful red ink blade was generated, directly blasting into the wooden wall beside Ning Chen.

In the blink of an eye, the bright red ink blade seemed to seep into the wooden wall and disappeared without a trace.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Ning Chen saw that the originally solid wooden wall was broken along the traces left by the ink blade and collapsed, leaving only three sides of Ning Chen's exquisite wooden house.

What shocked Ning Chen even more was that looking in the direction of the collapsed wooden wall, several towering trees were also cut off by the waist!

"It's so powerful. Ning Chen's eyes grew slightly, and he exclaimed, he never dared to think that he would have such a powerful attack power one day.

Moreover, he was only at the third layer of condensation now, if he reached the fourth or fifth layer of condensation, what would it look like? This made Ning Chen full of expectations.

It's just that after a short period of shock and excitement, Ning Chen, who has returned to calm, can't help but pat his head with his hand, one side of the wooden wall has been cut off alive, how can people live this night.

A few days ago, the wooden door was smashed by Liling, and it was hard to put it together, but now there is no wall.

"It's really a lot of disasters for you to live in this house, I'm sorry. Ning Chen muttered to himself, then hurriedly got up, and forcefully lifted the wooden wall up, trying to fix it.

In his heart, he secretly warned himself that it was better to use the ink blade of the dragon beard tribute pen with caution.

Simply nailed the wooden wall with a few long nails, Ning Chen sat back in front of the wooden table, looking at the snow demon roll unfolding in front of him, the texture was the same as paper, but it was much more solid, like an iron plate, and when necessary, it could even be used as a "shield".

"What should I draw on it?" Ning Chen pinched his chin and kept thinking about it.

Ning Chen knew very well in his heart that this snow demon scroll could not be completed at one time, but Ning Chen had to have a complete composition in his mind.

After thinking about it, Ning Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he had an idea in his heart, and then he didn't stop for a moment, got up, and began to process the spirit plants he had picked from the small Thousand Spirit World one by one.

These spirit plants are absolutely top-grade, even in the Lingqiu Kingdom, it is rare to see, the most precious of them is the silver flower, the flower is divided into nine petals, like silver, exuding a metallic luster, looking extremely strange.

Carefully plucking the nine petals, Ning Chen put them in a mortar and pounded them into a paste, and then heated them with a spiritual fire, finally forming a silver-white juice.

After some processing, three sauces of rune ink had already appeared in front of Ning Chen, divided into three types: silver, gray, and black.

After the rune ink cooled, Ning Chen then lifted the dragon beard tribute pen, injected the aura, dipped it in the rune ink, and began to splash ink on the snow demon scroll.

As for the function of "injecting the spirit into ink" of the dragon beard tribute pen, Ning Chen did not use it, and the reason is that Ning Chen is not able to control it for the time being, which needs to be studied carefully.

Shaoqing, probably able to have a stick of incense, and then look at the snow demon scroll in front of Ning Chen, a faint pattern has been formed, it looks like a layer of faint mist, nothingness, ethereal lingering on the scroll, other than that, there is nothing else.

This layer of faint mist, which Ning Chen had drawn after thinking about it for a long time, could dilute and dissolve the aura, weaken or even dissolve the enemy's attack power.

It's also a defensive talisman.

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi. ”

Just when Ning Chen had just put away the dragon beard tribute pen and looked at the mist in front of him, the voice of the little radish came from outside the door, and after a while, the little radish walked in with a little short leg.

However, at the moment when the little radish came in, looking at Ning Chen's original exquisite hut, it was already in tatters, and one of the walls was temporarily fixed with wooden boards, and he couldn't help blinking his eyes.

It is said that Bai Xinyao has lived here for decades, and Qiao Qiao has also lived here for several years, but there is nothing to do, and I can't imagine that Ning Chen has only lived here for a few months, and it has become such a mess, and every wall has been stepped on.

"Uncle, this ......" Little Radish pointed to the broken wall, looking surprised.

"It's okay, it's okay. Ning Chen waved his hand, and didn't want to mention it again, the less people know about the matter of the dragon beard tribute pen, the better, not to show his wealth, and to make a fortune in a muffled voice is Ning Chen's consistent principle.

"Uncle Shi, then shouldn't we ...... it now" Xiao Radish obviously didn't want to dwell on this kind of thing, looked at the beauty psychedelic talisman on Ning Chen's desktop, rubbed his hands, and said, in his eyes, the beauty psychedelic talisman is a piece of spirit stone.

"It's almost time, let's go. "Ning Chen handed over the beauty psychedelic charm to Xiao Radish Dao, and now Ning Chen only has nine spirit stones left, which is really not much.

Descend the mountain, come to the bazaar at the foot of the mountain, here is as lively as ever, the sound of selling, shouting is endless, the monks come and go, it is an endless stream, all kinds of fox fairies, there are also its ugly toad spirits.

For such a scene, Ning Chen has long been accustomed to it.

After more than a month, Ning Chen and Xiao Radish no longer want to sell everywhere as before, but specially spent two broken spirit stones to rent a small stall, and Xiao Radish is also famous, those lonely monks know that Xiao Radish has a "good" charm.

There are even some regular customers.

However, at the moment when Ning Chen walked to the corner of the market with the little radish, Ning Chen's brows furrowed slightly, only to see that the small stall he had bought with Hua Lingshi before had been occupied, it was a young man who seemed to be in his twenties, tall and big, with a huge hooked nose like a mountain ridge on the plain, separating the left and right eyes.

This person Ning Chen still knows something, his name is Fang Song, he already has the cultivation of the third layer of condensing qi, a real outer disciple, in this low-level bazaar, the cultivation is already considered superior, and no one dares to mess with it.

Ning Chen, who doesn't like fighting, can avoid it in the past, but now that Fang Song occupies his own stall, he must be unavoidable.

What made Ning Chen's heart feel even more uncomfortable was that this Fang Song was also sold as a beauty psychedelic talisman, which clearly occupied a position and wanted to grab business.

"This brother, I beg you to let go, this is our stall. Ning Chen took a step forward, hugged his fists, and the extremely polite other party said loosely, putting on a kind word of persuasion.

Fang Song, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at Ning Chen, who was of medium stature, still looking thin, and his speech and demeanor were no different from that of a scholar.

Ever since Ning Chen appeared in this bazaar, Fang Song had already begun to pay attention, never clashing with others, and often letting go, and Xiu Wei was only a second layer of condensation, so he didn't take Ning Chen in his eyes.

And the beauty psychedelic talisman that Ning Chen sold also made Ning Chen earn at least a hundred spirit stones a month, which was definitely eye-catching.

As for the little radish, although he is extremely arrogant, he has no cultivation at all, and his combat effectiveness is almost zero.

"Is your stall written with your name?And this is the Demon Spirit Sect, everything is owned by the disciples of the Demon Spirit Sect, what are you?" Fang Song glanced at Ning Chen contemptuously and said disdainfully.

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