The system endows longevity, and immortality can finally be expected

Zhou Tong didn't wear Zongmen costumes, but disguised himself as a rather large old man.

Seeing someone coming in, a female disciple of the Xuanling Sect greeted her and said, "What do fellow Taoists need?"

Zhou Tong looked around and said, "You can buy elixir here."

The female cultivator smiled: "Naturally, I bought it. Fellow Daoist wants to sell that elixir."

Zhou Tong took out a wooden box from the storage bag and looked around vigilantly.

Such an appearance made the female cultivator feel a little funny, for a monk at the sixth level of Qi refining, it would be mysterious to sell an elixir.

Seeing that no monks around were paying attention, Zhou Tong opened the wooden box and said in a low voice, "Millennium cold ganoderma."

When the female cultivator heard this, she was also shocked.

This cold ganoderma is the main medicine for refining Qi Gathering Pill. In the world of cultivating immortals, most of them are about 300 years old. This is the first time I have heard of it.

He wanted to take another look, but Zhou Tong quickly put away the elixir.

The female cultivator had never dealt with such a thing before, so she asked Zhou Tong to wait a while, and then quickly went up to the second floor.

Not long after, an old man from the tenth floor of Qi Refining came down. After seeing Zhou Tong, he bowed his hands politely and invited him to the second floor to discuss.

In the private room on the second floor, the old man caressed his beard and said, "Fellow Daoist, you can show me the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum."

Zhou Tong flipped his right hand, the wooden box appeared in his hand, and pushed it in front of the old man.

The old man carefully opened the wooden box, his eyes lit up immediately, and he held the wooden box to look at it carefully.

"That's right, it's indeed a thousand-year-old medicine, and its properties haven't lost at all. It seems that it's just been picked."

As soon as Zhou Tong heard it, he knew that this person was definitely an expert, so he said in a hoarse voice

"Friends of the Daoist have good eyesight, it is luck to get this millennium cold Ganoderma lucidum, what do you think the price of this thing is?"

The old man pondered for a moment, and said, "Five thousand low-grade spirit stones, what do fellow Taoists think?"

"Five thousand? Did fellow daoists deceive me that I don't understand the market?"

Zhou Tong didn't know what the market was, and he said so with the idea of ​​making a shot.

"How much do fellow Taoists think?"

The old man said.

Zhou Tong stretched out a finger calmly.

"Ten thousand spirit stones!"

When the old man heard this, he almost tore off his beard.

"Fellow Daoist, are you joking with me? Ten thousand spirit stones are simply impossible. This pavilion is the property of the Xuanling Sect, so it is natural to do things fairly. How about it, six thousand spirit stones."

Zhou Tong thought for a while, then nodded, "Yes!"

Six thousand low-grade spirit stones were included in the account, and Zhou Tong didn't keep any more. He didn't have much confidence that his disguise technique could fool the high-ranking monks.

Walking on the street with a huge sum of money in his pocket, he felt that he was surrounded by monks who were ready to kill for treasure.

It turned out that he was thinking too much, wandered around, and found that someone was staring at him.

While wandering around, I came to the casual repair booth in Fangshi.

Although there are not as many casual cultivators here as there are in Jialan Valley, most of the cultivators are above the fifth level of Qi Refining.

As he walked, Zhou Tong paused, and a stall caught his attention.

The owner of the stall was a young monk who seemed to be suffering from illness, his brows were frowning, and he seemed to be preoccupied.

Seeing someone coming over, the young man just said indifferently: "The price is written there, no counter-offering."

Zhou Tong was taken aback, then smiled, looking at a book on the booth.

"The first solution to the formation!"

I flipped through it casually, but found that I could only watch the first two pages, and the content behind was obviously banned and could not be read.

Looking at the price again, I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"One hundred spirit stones? So expensive?"

The young man glanced at Zhou Tong and said: "This is a thing passed down from my family. If it is not helpless, I really don't want to make a move. If a fellow Taoist really wants it, you can give me the experience of formation."

Zhou Tong is very interested in these miscellaneous studies of cultivating immortals. Drawing talismans and refining alchemy is now the first glimpse of the way, and he has never been exposed to formations, which naturally aroused his great curiosity.

Due to the limitation of longevity, normal monks, especially low-level monks, are rarely distracted by these miscellaneous studies, but the most important thing for Zhou Tong is time.

"Okay, I want this thing."

Now I am also a monk with a net worth of nearly [-], and I just bought a hundred spirit stones.

The young monk took the spirit stone, lifted the restriction on the book, and handed the book of formation techniques to Zhou Tong.

"I hope that my Chen family's formation method can play a role in the hands of fellow Taoists, and it won't be regarded as humiliating the ancestors."

After the young monk finished speaking, he bowed his hands to Zhou Tong, closed the booth, turned and left.

Zhou Tong looked at the two booklets, put them in the storage bag, and prepared to study them carefully when he went back.

After wandering around for a while, I bought some elixir seeds, made a few jugs of good wine, and left Xuanling Zongfang City.

"Today's harvest is full, and we are one step closer to the immortal way. When the old man comes out of seclusion, it is still not easy to establish a mere foundation."

After entertaining himself for a while, he took out the flying sword, and disappeared into the sky with a sound of "whoosh!", at a speed far faster than that of a Qi refining monk.

As soon as Feizhi came out of the mountain, Zhou Tong let out a sigh and slowed down.

"It turned out to be this person."

I saw below, a young monk and a female monk surrounded by two monks.

This young man is exactly the sick man who sold him the formation.

"Two Qi-refining seventh-layer? Is it a vendetta, or a murder to seize the treasure? It's interesting."

Zhou Tong didn't leave either, and just stopped in the sky, assuming a posture of watching the excitement.

Zhou Tong hovered above his head without any cover, as long as he was not blind, he would naturally not fail to notice him.

The two monks frowned slightly, seeing that their cultivation was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

But at this time Zhou Tong has recovered his original appearance, and put on the costume of the outer disciple of Xuanling Sect again.

"Brother, what should I do?"

One of the thin-faced cultivators looked at the other. He would not pay attention to a mere sixth-level Qi-refining cultivator, but this was the territory of the Xuanling Sect.

Another tall monk had a murderous look in his eyes.

"What about the monks of the sect, you can handle these two, and I will go to meet the disciples of the sect."

After speaking, Yu Jian lifted into the sky.

Seeing someone flying towards him, Zhou Tong murmured, "It's rare to watch the excitement, and the melon seed drink is almost ready, why don't we call this?"

The tall monk stared at Zhou Tong, and said coldly, "This fellow Taoist, my brother and I have some private matters to deal with? Don't meddle in your own business."

Zhou Tong waved his hand and said, "Eh...you are busy with your work, I'll just take a look, don't pay attention to me."

The tall monk's face turned cold when he heard this.

"Fellow Daoist, is that really the case?"

"Yeah, I'll take a look."

Zhou Tong chuckled.

The corner of the tall monk's mouth twitched, feeling anxious in his heart.

"If you want to court death, I will help you."

A strange small banner floated in front of him, and he chanted a spell quickly, and several hideous and terrifying ghost heads rushed out of the banner and rushed towards Zhou Tong.

"This special effect is definitely more than fifty cents?"

Zhou Tong took a deep breath, he has gained knowledge again today.