Mortal's journey to immortality

Wang Lu was teleported to an uninhabited dilapidated house in the outer city. There was nothing else in the room except a wooden table. He opened the door and walked out.

Jade City is divided into two parts: inner and outer cities. The outer city is more deserted than the inner city, but it is still crowded.

The inner city mainly contains some medium-sized sects from the southern part of the Western Desert, while the outer city is scattered with some small sects.

He found a small inn called "Xiankeju" to stay, and casually set up a simple defensive array for defense and early warning purposes.

After the Jinluan Underground Trade Fair, his mood could not be calm for a long time. He could clearly feel that almost everyone sitting there had a cultivation level far higher than that of his master. Especially the old man Jinluan who hosted the trade fair, his aura was even more intense. It was unfathomable, and when the old man Jinluan mentioned Tian Xinlan at the end, it was as if he was explaining to him intentionally or unintentionally.

He could only sit in the back row and look at the treasures one by one to gain some insight. Even if he lost all his money, he could not afford to buy each treasure, let alone exchange it for something.

Especially spiritual stones. He had never heard of any spiritual crystals, top-grade spiritual stones, top-grade spiritual stones, and even mid-grade spiritual stones. He was worried about how to get them, which made his heart skip a beat. Those people were simply too rich, as rich as the rest of the country.

When he left, the random teleportation of Jinluan Club also opened his eyes and was incredible.

It shows that the Jinluan Society is an invisible force in the world of immortality. I don’t know how the master obtained this Golden Luan Order?

This Jinluan Underground Fair was small in size but far superior to an ordinary auction. The various types of immortal cultivators inside made him feel that the world of immortal cultivation was treacherous and he had to walk on thin ice and be cautious in his words and deeds.

Wang Lu meditated all night and walked out of the inn early the next morning.

If he decides to take part in the mission, he must be prepared.

Now he lacks a magic weapon that he can use. He needs to start refining it while the mission is still half a year away. Otherwise, he will be extremely disadvantaged in the battle with others. With the magic weapon in front, the talisman will become his magical weapon to win unexpectedly.

He came to a shop opened by a father and son in the outer city. The father and son were also well-known in the outer city of Yushan for their weapon refining skills. They once became famous for refining a medium-grade spiritual weapon.

He almost burst into laughter when he looked at the weapon-refining shop called "Somewhat Interesting".

Wang Lu walked in. A young man, about twenty years old, with a handsome face and clear eyebrows, was lying on the counter lazily playing with a small lingmu branch in his hand.

The three waiters were eloquently greeting the three customers in the store who were in the middle and late stages of Qi refining.

Wang Lu looked at the flying swords and various other magical weapons along the counter of the bunk, but he was not moved.

When he came to the counter, the young man looked up at him casually and said, "Fellow Taoist, you can take a look at whatever you like. We don't negotiate the price. Just pay for whatever you like."

After saying that, he was so angry that he didn't look at him again.

Wang Lu smiled and said: "I think Taoist friend's shop should be renamed to something more appropriate?"

"What do you mean? Dad chose it himself. I still need his permission to change the name. Is it just a matter of changing the name? It's too childish."

The young man scratched his head and said.

"I still think it's too boring. Is this a nicer name?"

When Wang Lu heard what the young man said, he felt that he was really interesting and couldn't help but smile.

"You...you...I know, you are here to cause trouble on purpose."

The man jumped up suddenly, pointed at Wang Lu and cursed.

"Haha, Song Fengyu, please stop pretending and take out the treasures from your store, right?" Wang Lu smiled calmly.

"What a treasure, oh, I remembered it. When dad left some time ago, he took away some magic weapons, saying that he wanted me to stay at home. Haha, this period of time is indeed more comfortable, and there is no need to refine weapons. You can also sleep in every day, um, not bad."

Song Fengyu nodded while talking to himself.

Suddenly, his voice changed as if he was about to cry: "Oh no, dad is coming back today. It's over. The good days are over. I can't just do whatever I want. Ouch, I have to hurry up. Hide my little bird, otherwise he will roast it again."

Wang Lu smiled and looked at Song Fengyu who quickly ran into the back hall, dumbfounded. It was indeed a little different as rumored.

Seeing Song Fengyu, the sense of urgency lingering in his heart for the Foundation Establishment Pill was no longer so heavy.

When he was idle, he brought a bamboo chair and sat next to the guests. He took out the green bud tea from the storage bag, brewed a pot, and waited for Song Fengyu's father, Song Mingtang, to come back.

After more than an hour, Song Fengyu, who looked unhappy, walked out of the back hall. When he saw Wang Lu drinking tea, his eyes lit up and he ran over. Without saying a word, he took out a cup, poured it for himself, and drank it all in one gulp. .

"Oh, it tastes really good. Taoist friend, what kind of tea is this? It tastes better than my father's."

Song Fengyu poured himself another cup of tea and wiped the tea around his mouth with his sleeve and said with a smile.

"What's the matter? Brother Feng Yu is still thinking about my spiritual tea. Then I have to exchange it with a good magic weapon."

Wang Lu said half-jokingly.

"Brother Dao, don't be stingy. What do you think of this fire feather fan? My father gave it to me on my nineteenth birthday last year. I have long wanted to throw it away. Every time I refine weapons with him, and the fire is not enough, let me It’s annoying to be fanned back and forth.”

With that said, he handed the fire feather fan to Wang Lu.

The fire feather fan that glowed red was actually a top-quality magic weapon.

According to Song Fengyu, when a fan was thrown out, the sky was filled with blazing fire. The raging fire was not an ordinary ordinary fire, but the fire of the three yangs with a trace of the three-legged golden crow of the true spirit. It was extremely lethal.

Wang Lu really wanted to get this fire feather fan, and after thinking about it, since it was a birthday gift from Song Mingtang to his children, it must not be loved by others, even if Song Fengyu said it was so magical.

He casually handed it back to Song Fengyu and said jokingly: "This fire feather fan is not worth a few spiritual stones. I also have some green bud spiritual tea here. You should drink it with care."

"Nonsense, my Fire Feather Fan is a top-quality magic weapon. Even if it is in the foundation building stage, it is completely sufficient. I must ask for an explanation. Since I accepted your spiritual tea, you must keep this smelly fan, haha , OK, I can finally throw you away."

Song Fengyu said happily.

"Hmph, keep talking nonsense there and see if I don't break your legs!"

Just when Wang Lu had nothing to do with Song Fengyu, a domineering and angry voice came from the door.

I saw a middle-aged man with a dark face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, more than six feet tall, stepping through the door.

"Dad...you...ah...you're back..."

When Song Fengyu saw Song Mingtang, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He hid behind Wang Lu and said timidly.

Song Mingtang saw the three waiters standing respectfully and said, "You are busy with your business."

Then he said to Wang Lu: "My little friend is here to buy magic weapons. Let's talk in the back hall."

Song Fengyu secretly took back the Fire Feather Fan from Wang Lu.

"Since the seniors have invited me, how can Wang Lu not obey?" Wang Lu said, cupping his fists.

Song Fengyu and Wang Lu were both in the late stage of Qi refining, he was at the seventh level of Qi refining, and Song Mingtang must be in the foundation building stage.

Song Fengyu followed Wang Lu, and the three of them arrived at a living room in the back hall.

Song Mingtang asked Wang Lu to sit down and glanced at Song Fengyu, who stood beside him timidly like an aggrieved child.

"My little friend laughed. My son is like this. He always likes to make mischief. When I went out this time, I was worried that he would ignore the store's affairs and give away all the good magic tools in the store. So I took away most of the top-grade items. Dharma weapons, these are the Dharma objects, and I don’t know if they can enter the Dharma eyes of lesser beings.”

Song Mingtang took out a small yellow sword, a small blue bow, three black arrows, a white bead, a small red hammer, a pair of silver boots and other magic weapons. Each magic weapon emitted different colors. Brilliant light.

When Song Fengyu came out of the back hall, he came to the outside of the store. He clearly saw Wang Lu giving Song Fengyu Lingcha but did not take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the fire feather fan. He couldn't help but think: In today's world of immortality, young people still maintain their integrity. Running out.

So he took out some of the magic weapons that he was most satisfied with in recent years for Wang Lu to choose from. Among them, he was reluctant to sell two of them. He planned to leave them to Song Fengyu, just to see if Wang Lu had the vision. .

"I know, I know, square-inch boots are made of lark rabbit skin, hundred-year-old silver jade and several other auxiliary materials. After wearing them, you can jump three feet like a lark rabbit and move at extremely high speeds in a small area. I want Put it on, Daddy won't be able to catch up with me after putting it on, hahahaha..."

When Song Mingtang took out the square-inch boots, Song Fengyu couldn't help but said with gleaming eyes. After saying that, he hugged them in his arms, looking satisfied.

Seeing this, Wang Lu and Song Mingtang were completely stunned. They watched Song Fengyu laughing as he took off his shoes and was about to put them on his feet: "You bastard, put it down, you're going to piss me off!"

A loud roar came from Song Mingtang's mouth.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Caught off guard, Song Fengyu was like a frightened rabbit, throwing down his boots and running out.

"Don't worry, little friend. Alas, his mother passed away too early and I failed to discipline her well."

Song Mingtang sighed.

Wang Lu noticed that when Song Mingtang talked about his wife, a trace of heart-wrenching sadness flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Furthermore, he thought about his parents, are you okay?

Song Mingtang introduced each magical weapon to Wang Lu one by one.

After talking, Wang Lu took a fancy to the square-inch boots and the red hammer.

The little red hammer Song Mingtang named it, Crazy Hammer.

The Crazy Hammer is made of thousand-year-old red stone and deep-sea thousand-year fire jade. When it is hammered down, it is like a mountain falling from the sky, and it is full of power.

Square-inch boots are auxiliary magic weapons. Although they are top-grade magic weapons, due to the scarcity of such magic weapons, they are more expensive than ordinary top-grade magic weapons. The Crazy Hammer is a genuine top-grade attack magic weapon, close to a spiritual weapon. The category is quite rare.

Wang Lu reluctantly paid a thousand yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones, but the storage bag was empty except for the talisman and seal he made.

Before leaving, Song Mingtang said to Wang Lu: "If you need someone's help in the future, I will definitely help you if you can."

At this time, Song Fengyu secretly revealed half of his body and kept waving to Wang Lu.

When Wang Lu saw this, he couldn't help but laugh.