Due to the production of top-grade talismans, the energetic Lu Ping continued to try to make top-level talismans for the next month, but unfortunately he only succeeded twice, but the success rate of making high-grade and medium-grade talismans increased greatly.

Early in the morning at the end of the month, Lu Ping walked to the Fang Market outside the courtyard with a package full of talismans.

Because the big competition in the other courtyard is imminent, the market is very lively, and there are even many foundation building monks who cross the sky, causing a look of envy.

Lu Ping handed over a spirit stone, found a place in the Fang City, put the mask he got in the hands of the Fang City Management Monk on his face, and opened the package, and placed thirty-six low-grade talismans, thirty-six medium-grade talismans, and six high-grade talismans on it. Most of these six top-grade talismans are auxiliary spells, powerful attack and defensive spells, and Lu Ping is willing to take them out.

As soon as Lu Ping's talisman was taken out, it attracted the attention of others, and soon a green-robed monk came to inquire about the price.

"There are three spirit stones for the lower grade runes, one spirit stone for the middle grade, and three spirit stones for the upper grade. Lu Ping changed his tone and replied in a cold voice.

Ever since a middle-aged monk he met in the Fang Market who made talismans disappeared for no reason two years ago, Lu Ping had been acting cautiously in the Fang Market.

That monk has a very high level of talisman making, has the mana of the eighth layer of blood refining, is very famous among blood refining monks, and has a lot of guidance skills for Lu Ping, but after inadvertently making a top-level talisman once, he accidentally said that he missed his mouth in the Fang City, and Lu Ping never saw him again, and his relatives and friends searched for thousands of miles, and he couldn't see anyone alive or dead.

Lu Ping was also after advancing to the seventh level of blood refining, and he thought that his talisman level surpassed that of the missing talisman cultivator, so he was naturally more concerned about his own safety.

The green-robed monk who asked smiled bitterly and said, "This fellow Daoist, is it a little expensive?"

Lu Ping still said coldly: "The quality of this talisman is a few points more powerful in the same level. ”

Hearing this, the green-robed monk picked up a medium-grade talisman, felt the spiritual power in it, and said, "Sure enough." After speaking, I wanted to say something, but when I saw Lu Ping's cold face, he still shook his head and said: "One of the middle-grade Vajra runes, one of the golden sword runes, and one of the wind runes, and the lower-grade ones are also these three kinds of runes, three of each." ”

"A total of six lower grade spirit stones. Lu Ping was overjoyed in his heart, and he got off to a good start, but he still said coldly.

The green-robed monk reluctantly took out six spirit stones, then took the twelve talismans handed over by Lu Ping, and turned around to leave, but suddenly turned around again, gritted his teeth, and said, "This top-grade ice thorn talisman is also here! This month's benefits are all for Daoists." "It looks like it's out of the way.

Lu Ping got the nine spirit stones in his hand at once, and he was naturally happy in his heart.

There was a green-robed monk taking the lead, and the other monks bought three or two one after another, Lu Ping watched the increasing number of spirit stones in his hand, and he was also very excited, but on the surface, he still pretended to have a cold face.

Among them, there are many disciples of other courtyards that Lu Ping knows, and even Yao Yong, the university leader of his own team, and Shi Lingling, the fourth senior, also bought a high-grade rune, four middle-grade runes and several low-grade runes from Lu Ping respectively, which made Lu Ping smack his tongue, originally thought that he was in the late stage of blood refining, and the benefits were already very high, and it seemed that he could not be compared with the seniors of the eighth and ninth floors. What's more, according to the grapevine, the two have good backgrounds, and their backgrounds are much better than their own ordinary people's backgrounds.

In just one morning, Lu Ping harvested sixty-six lower-grade spirit stones, which was a wealth that Lu Ping had never touched before. Lu Ping used ten spirit stones to buy the rune paper and spirit ink needed to make talismans, and the remaining fifty or so spirit stones were to be prepared for Dabi.

Lu Ping came to a loft in the center of Fang, Duobao Pavilion, Lu Ping had never been here before, he couldn't afford to come! The lowest selling here were low-level magic weapons that could only be barely activated in the late stage of blood refining. Generally doing the business of a hemolytic monk.

Lu Ping entered the Lingbao Pavilion with apprehension, and an old man greeted him with a smile and said, "This little Taoist friend, welcome to this pavilion, dare to ask Daoyou what you need." ”

Lu Ping calmed down, saluted the old man, and said: "The old-timers are polite, the juniors want to buy an attack magic weapon, and when they come to your pavilion for the first time, they don't know the depths, and they ask the seniors for guidance." ”

It's not that Lu Ping is shallow, and he handed over his bottom as soon as he came up, but Lu Ping really doesn't know much about it, and Duobao Pavilion has always had an outstanding reputation, even a blood refining monk like him has heard of it, so he came up to ask the old man for advice, if he is secretive and doesn't know how to pretend to understand, he will make the other party unhappy, and he will suffer from it.

When the old man heard this, he smiled, obviously quite satisfied with Lu Ping's performance, and said, "Little Daoist, please!"

Lu Ping followed the old man to the side of the first floor, which was obviously the place where the low-level magic weapons were placed, and selected three magic weapons from them, one sword, one seal, and one fan, and said: "These three are all good among the low-level magic weapons." After that, he looked at Lu Ping, and then said: "Little Daoist has a solid foundation, and there is no need to urge these three magic weapons to be like other seventh-layer blood refining cultivators, and there is no need to have a lack of mana. ”

When the old man looked at him, Lu Ping only felt a chill pouring from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, as if he had been seen through by the old man at a glance, could this be the divine sense that only a monk in the hemolysis period could have? Lu Ping was even more cautious, and said respectfully: "Please also ask the seniors for more guidance!"

The old man said "um" and nodded: "The name of this sword is 'Speedlight', its attack power is the lowest among the three magic weapons, but the attack speed is the highest, flexible and changeable, and compared to the other two, the mana required is the lowest; ”

After that, he glanced at Lu Ping, and then said: "With the current thickness of the little Daoyou's spiritual power, it is enough. This third magic weapon, called the 'Flame Fan', can spew out a stream of spiritual fire to injure the enemy, and the quality is somewhere in between. I don't know which magic weapon the little Taoist friend heart belongs to?"

Lu Ping said secretly: "I am barely driven by this magic weapon, where can I care about whether it is flexible and changeable, just to be able to hurt the enemy with one blow, so this sword and this fan are enough, only this mountain-like magic weapon is enough." ”

The old man kept looking at Lu Ping with a smile, and when he saw that Lu Ping came back to his senses, he knew that he had made a decision, so he asked, "Which magic weapon is it?"

Lu Ping said: "Thank you seniors for your advice, the juniors have already made a decision, and they want this 'landslide'." Dare to ask the seniors how much is this magic weapon worth?"

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The little Taoist has a good eye, this 'landslide' is enough for the little Taoist to use it in the middle stage of foundation building." The first time Xiao Daoyou took care of this pavilion, the old man made his own decisions, and gave you a nine-percent discount, and forty-five spirit stones were fine. ”

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment, although it was the first time he bought a magic weapon, it was not the same as he didn't know the price of the magic weapon, an ordinary low-level magic weapon, but it was only about thirty spirit stones, like this magic weapon worth fifty spirit stones, Lu Ping encountered it for the first time. Looking at the old man's appearance and recalling the comments of many monks he had heard about the Lingbao Pavilion, Lu Ping gritted his teeth and said, "I bought it!"