I traveled through time and space, and I exchanged my life for krypton

"Bang bang," there was a knock on the door, "Senior Pei Wan, shopkeeper, is here."

"Please come in!"

Wei Zhong looked back and saw a female cultivator wearing a white gown walking in.

He wore a white gauze on his face, which not only covered his mouth and nose below his eyes, but also covered his forehead with a light gauze.

Under the cover of two white gauze scarves, Wei Zhong couldn't even see the other person's eyes clearly, and could only barely catch a few glimmers of light through the gap in the middle.

There were a lot of weirdly dressed people in the cultivation world. Wei Zhong was just a little surprised for a moment, then stood up and held his hands in his hands:

"I've met fellow Taoist!"

Xu Xuan also stood up at the same time and said:

"You two chat slowly, Pindao will leave now."

Xu Xuan left, leaving space for the two of them to talk.

Wei Zhong sat down with the female cultivator surnamed Pei and poured her a cup of tea: "I wonder how much spiritual silk my fellow Taoist Pei has?"

A gentle voice sounded: "Fellow Daoist Wei, don't be impatient. You might as well take a look at the quality of my silk first."

The other party stretched out his right hand and put down a ball of white jade-colored silk.

What makes Wei Zhong a little strange is that the other party's hands are also wearing gloves made of white gauze.

'What a weirdo. ’

Taking the silk from the table, Wei Zhong finally determined that this ball of silk was at the third level of middle grade, barely meeting Wei Zhong's requirements, after a double test of spiritual power and spiritual consciousness.

"The quality is pretty good, but does Fellow Daoist Pei have a higher-level spiritual silk, or a fourth-level heavenly silk?"

"Fellow Daoist Wei is joking. It would be great for us as foundation-building monks to have such third-level spiritual objects. How can we covet fourth-level treasures like heavenly silkworms?"

Wei Zhong's face showed visible disappointment, and then he negotiated the price with him.

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After some bargaining, Wei Zhong exchanged 2,000 contribution points from him for four pieces of silk used to make colorful golden bamboo umbrellas.

"Can this thing be exchanged for spiritual stones?" Wei Zhong asked.

The other party hesitated for a moment and said: "I will only accept high-grade spiritual stones!"

Wei Zhong felt a headache when he heard this. He had just received ten high-grade spiritual stones from Tantai Lin. Was he going to spend them now?

"I wonder how much the price is?"

The other party raised four fingers: "One share of four high-grade spiritual stones."

Wei Zhong took out eight of them with a look of pain.

Pei Wan was a little surprised to see Wei Zhong take out so many high-grade spiritual stones in one breath.

But he quickly collected the eight spiritual stones and took out two more spiritual silks.

The transaction was completed and both parties were very satisfied.

When Pei Wan was about to leave, Wei Zhong said: "I have a lot of demand for this spiritual silk, but my hands are shabby. I wonder if fellow Taoist Pei can leave a letter talisman so that I can trade with fellow Taoist in the future?"

Pei Wan stopped and replied calmly: "If Fellow Daoist Wei needs it again, just contact shopkeeper Xu Xuan."

After leaving such a sentence, he opened the door and left.

Wei Zhong sighed slightly in his heart. After all, this was his first transaction and he had not yet gained enough trust from the other party.

The original intention is to leave the other party's talisman to facilitate communication with the other party and see if he can obtain higher-grade spiritual silk from his hand.

Even if there is no fourth-level heavenly silk, the third-level high-grade silk is still excellent.

‘What a pity! It is rare to meet such a Taoist friend who holds so much spiritual silk in his hands. ’

Wei Zhong felt regretful for a moment and then went to look for Xu Xuan again:

"Fellow Daoist Xu Xuan, I wonder if Yunjilou sells second-level spiritual silk and second-level lightning-attributed spiritual bamboo?"

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After a while, Wei Zhong left.

In the spirit boat, Wei Zhong looked at the various second-level spiritual materials in his hands and nodded slightly.

This purchase is naturally a preparation for refining the colorful golden bamboo umbrella.

[Level 2 Weapon Refiner·Proficiency (65%)]

Compared with the formation skills that are still at the first level, Wei Zhong's weapon refining techniques have successfully entered the second level, and they are still at a proficient level.

Now he can skillfully refine ordinary second-level magic swords, and occasionally he can also refine high-level swords.

However, the degraded version of the third-level colorful golden bamboo umbrella was still not enough, so Wei Zhong thought of refining some umbrella-shaped magic weapons to increase his proficiency.

Originally, he had the idea of ​​​​finding Xu Xuan to refine magic weapons, but the quantity he wanted to refine was too large, which made him a little frightened.

‘It’s better to do it yourself, there is still a long way to go before the foundation building is completed, this time is enough. ’

Wei Zhong flew away towards the secret realm of Dongting.

‘I wonder how Ling Ziwei cracked the formation? ’

After Wei Zhong returned to the secret realm, he finally saw Ling Ziwei breaking through the formation at the critical moment.

The aura of the formation had become very dim. Wei Zhong used the spirit-seeking technique to look at it, and there were only twelve auras left on it that were flickering and moving.

Ling Ziwei stared closely at the magic circle in front of her, with sweat on her forehead. She was obviously in trouble.

'After all, I overestimated myself. Even if it is a small part of the fourth-order formation, it is at least a third-order high-grade formation. What's more, it is connected to the fourth-order formation as a whole, making it even more difficult to crack. ’

After some hesitation, a small golden cone appeared in his hand, which was the third-order forbidden cone that Wei Zhong had left behind earlier.

Seeing Ling Ziwei's slightly stagnant movements, Wei Zhong whispered:

"Fairy Ling has done something bold. I have obtained spiritual silk, but I am short of these few golden thunder bamboos."

Ling Ziwei turned around after hearing this and saw Wei Zhong standing outside the formation, looking at her with a smile.

He returned his attention to the formation and let out a long breath.

The forbidden cone in his hand was instantly activated, hitting one of the twelve nodes, which was the connection between this formation and the overall fourth-level formation.

"Wow!"

A crisp sound like smashing a piece of jade sounded, and the twelve formation nodes were reduced to eleven in the blink of an eye.

With the disappearance of this node, the formation lost its stability instantly, just like a table losing a leg.

"No, this formation is self-destructing?"

Shang Mengchun on the side hurriedly said.

"Self-destruction?" Wei Zhong couldn't help but worry when he heard this.

Ling Ziwei calmly put a formation plate into the missing formation node.

The addition of this formation plate was like a temporary patch for the broken formation, making the formation shaky but still maintained between collapse and stability.

Then Ling Ziwei weakened the other eleven formation nodes one by one, and then stabilized the formation again.

This cycle continued, continuously lowering the overall level of the formation.

At this time, even Wei Zhong, an outsider, could see some exquisiteness.

Shang Mengchun beside him was even more amazed;

"Miss Ling is indeed a senior third-level formation master. With such attainments in formation, we cannot surpass her even if we practice formation for another hundred years."

"Boom!"

The third-level formation that trapped the golden thunder bamboo was finally broken by Ling Ziwei. Wei Zhong and Ling Hua went forward to check it out.

The others around, including Shang Mengchun, left together.

As guests, they had already discussed the remuneration with the Ling family, and they would not get any share of the gains from the formation.

Wei Zhong walked up and said to Ling Ziwei:

"Thank you for your hard work, Fairy Ling!"

The other party had been breaking the formation for more than a month, not only had his spiritual power been almost exhausted, but his mental energy was also greatly consumed. Visible fatigue could be seen on his face.

Wei Zhong handed over a pot of spiritual wine, which was the Falling Moon Red that had a miraculous effect on spiritual consciousness.

"This wine has the effect of warming up the mind, Fairy Ling might as well try it."

The other party took a sip, with a momentary shock on his face, and then pretended to accept it as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go and take a look at the spiritual bamboo in the formation," Ling Hua said.

Wei Zhong and Ling Ziwei both nodded.

The three of them stepped into the destroyed formation together. At this time, the formation had just been cracked, and there was still a multi-colored spiritual mist spreading, blocking everyone's sight.

When they stepped into the formation, the scene in front of them was so shocking that the three of them were almost speechless.

The formation was not a bamboo forest, but a clump surrounded by bluestone.

The bluestone was surrounded in a circle with a diameter of about eight feet.

There were nearly a hundred blue and green-yellow spiritual bamboos stuck together.

From the first to the third level, there were all kinds of spiritual bamboos. The only pity was that most of them were first-level and second-level spiritual bamboos, and there were only a dozen or so third-level ones, and most of them were middle and lower-level third-level ones.

There are only two third-grade high-quality spiritual bamboos, which are more than 7,000 and 8,000 years old respectively.

The green color on the outer side of the spiritual bamboo has faded by more than half. If it is left here, it will take another thousand years for it to jump to the fourth level and become a well-deserved ten thousand-year-old spiritual object.

The golden lightning in the bamboo is transmitted between the leaves and branches of the spiritual bamboo, forming a golden thundercloud above the spiritual bamboo bush, which looks dazzling.

"This..."

Even a Jindan cultivator like Ling Hua was shocked by the scene in front of him. He had never seen so many spiritual objects.

Calculating its value carefully, it is at least hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones, which is an incredible spiritual material resource for any sect.

Wei Zhong also swallowed his saliva. As a wealthy man, he was the first to get out of his astonishment.

He reminded: "This golden thunder bamboo gathers the power of thunder and lightning, I'm afraid it's not easy to take."

The two brothers and sisters of the Ling family then focused their attention on the golden thundercloud above the spiritual bamboo.

"Brother Wei is right. The lightning power of this golden thunder bamboo has formed a balance. If we rashly take the bamboo, we will probably be attacked by its golden thunder.

Even if I have reached the Jindan level, I will not feel good."

Ling Ziwei was worried when she heard this.

'After finally breaking the formation, can we only watch the spiritual object without getting it? '

"Is Brother Ling's broken seven-colored golden bamboo umbrella still there?" Wei Zhong asked.

Ling Hua was stunned, and then he took out the broken treasure umbrella and asked, "What does Brother Wei want to do with this broken umbrella?"

Wei Zhong took it, looked at the broken umbrella and said, "Just try to repair it. As a thunder-proof magic weapon, it should weaken the power of thunder and lightning."

The brother and sister were a little surprised to hear this. Ling Ziwei asked curiously, "Does Brother Wei have some attainments in refining weapons?"

Wei Zhong nodded gently, "It's just a second-level method. Although I can't practice this third-level treasure umbrella, I can still repair it.

Relying on the third-level spiritual silk and the second-level top-grade thunder-attributed spiritual bamboo, I can probably restore this umbrella to the third-level power, so Brother Ling can use it to take the treasure."

The brother and sister listened to Wei Zhong's calm words, and their faces could no longer hide the shock on their faces.

Ordinary people practice for more than 200 years, and they are the best at the same level if they can reach the third level in one skill, but Wei Zhong is not only a third-level alchemist, but also climbed to the second level in refining weapons, which is really amazing.

If the two knew that it took Wei Zhong less than ten years to refine the weapon to the current level, I wonder what their expressions would be.

Wei Zhong bowed to the two:

"It will take about half a month to repair this umbrella. Please take good care of the spiritual bamboo here, Brother Ling."

"Then wait for the news from Brother Wei."

Wei Zhong greeted Ling Ziwei again and then left. He left the sect ruins and found an uninhabited place to enter the cave.

Calling Jin Mei, Wei Zhong patted her head and said, "I need your help again."

Ordinary people need fire to refine pills and tools. Although Wei Zhong changed to water refining, he had to use fire to refine tools.

For first-level tools, some small fire-attributed techniques are enough.

But for the refining of second-level or even third-level tools, higher-level flames are required.

In fact, the Dan fire of Jindan cultivators is a good choice, but Wei Zhong does not have enough life to maintain Jindan cultivation, so he has to use other methods.

There are various kinds of heaven and earth spiritual fires in the world, with different grades, but they are all extremely rare.

Wei Zhong had nowhere to find them, so he had to find another way and use demon fire to refine tools.

After hearing what Wei Zhong said, Jin Mei sat cross-legged in front of Wei Zhong, stretched out his right hand, and red flames immediately appeared at his fingertips.

Yes, this is Jin Mei's demon fire.

Poor Jin Mei, as a great third-level demon, not only had to make wine and work after being subdued by Wei Zhong, but also had to provide Wei Zhong with the flames needed for refining weapons.

He took out two jars of Yuzhizui and placed them next to Jin Mei to replenish her spiritual power.

Then he took out various spiritual materials that he had just bought in Yunji Building...

The red flames rose, and under Wei Zhong's control, they were as big or small as he wanted.

This was all thanks to the "True Seal Treasure Secret". The effect of five true seals made Wei Zhong and Jin Mei communicate with each other and easily control their demonic fire.

If others saw this scene, they would be shocked by the close connection between the man and the beast.

The water-blue thunder-attributed spiritual bamboo gradually melted under the scorching flames and turned into a ball of blue spiritual liquid. Wei Zhong added various spiritual materials to it, and then he made the spiritual liquid to repair the umbrella ribs of the treasure umbrella...

It took more than half a month, and the broken treasure umbrella in Wei Zhong's hand gradually recovered.

The green-yellow umbrella handle and ribs have all turned into dark blue, and the damaged umbrella surface has been filled with third-level spiritual silk by Wei Zhong.

If you don't look closely, it seems to be a third-level magic weapon without any signs of damage.

Wei Zhong put away the treasure umbrella with satisfaction and looked at Jin Mei beside him.

After more than ten days of continuous setting fire, Jin Mei was already very tired, and even the hair on his body was a little dull.

'It seems that I still need to find a third-level spiritual fire for the next refining,' Wei Zhong sighed, and then took out three jars of second-level Qingluo Zui and placed them in front of him.

Seeing the spiritual wine reward, Jin Mei immediately regained his spirits, opened the wine seal and drank it.

"What a drunkard!"

With a chuckle, Wei Zhong left the cave and returned to the secret place of the sect.

Seeing Wei Zhong appear, Ling Hua hurriedly asked, "I wonder if Brother Wei has repaired the treasure umbrella?"

Wei Zhong took out a brand new colorful golden bamboo umbrella: "Thank you for fulfilling your mission!"

Ling Hua took it, opened the umbrella body and injected spiritual power, and the golden and blue lightning immediately jumped on the umbrella ribs and umbrella surface.

"Okay, it is undoubtedly a third-level level, not much different from the previous complete treasure umbrella. Brother Wei's weapon refining skills are really superb."

Wei Zhong smiled, but his eyes were on the panel.

[Third-level weapon refiner·Entry (87%)]

What surprised Wei Zhong was that repairing a third-level magic weapon actually raised Wei Zhong's weapon refining skills to the third level.

Although the proficiency dropped from proficient to entry level, it would not take long for Wei Zhong to improve again.

Seeing that Wei Zhong had really repaired the treasure umbrella, Ling Ziwei's face was full of surprise:

"Fellow Daoist Wei is really a role model for our generation of cultivators, but I don't know how many tricks he has hidden."

Wei Zhong coughed twice in embarrassment: "Brother Ling, the night is long and dreams are many, hurry up and get this spiritual bamboo."

"Brother Wei is right!"

Ling Hua opened the treasure umbrella and approached the bamboo bush step by step. When he was three feet away, a golden thunder fell from the thundercloud and hit Ling Hua's head directly.

Luckily, Ling Hua had a treasure umbrella on his head, and after filtering it, only a tiny amount of lightning fell on him.

Wei Zhong nodded gently: 'The power of this lightning is still much worse than the Jindan Tianlei. The treasure umbrella did not show any signs of damage after this blow. '

As Ling Hua continued to approach the golden thunder bamboo, the lightning on his head became more and more intense.

At a distance of three feet, Ling Hua, who had the Jindan cultivation level, walked for a full dozen breaths before finally stepping on the outer bluestone.

Then he took out a third-level magic sword, pushed aside the first- and second-level spiritual bamboos on the periphery, and went straight to the third-level golden thunder bamboo in the middle with a green and yellow color.

"Brother Ling, just take five, and pick some second-level spiritual bamboos." Wei Zhong reminded on the side.

Hearing this, Ling Hua used the magic sword to dig the roots of the spiritual bamboo.

However, with the sharpness of the third-level magic sword, he was unable to cut it off quickly. Instead, the golden thunder that attacked along the magic sword made his body numb.

Ling Hua used his own spiritual power to resist, and at the same time relied on the powerful magic body of the Dan formation. It took dozens of breaths to finally dig out five third-level golden thunder bamboos. When he left, he also dug some green spiritual bamboos.

The loss of so many golden thunder bamboos in a short period of time instantly broke the balance of thunder and lightning between the bamboos.

The golden thunderclouds above made bursts of sizzling sounds, and thunder and lightning overflowed to the outside world.

Ling Hua hurriedly retreated, looking back at the violent golden thunder and lightning behind him with lingering fear.

This power is close to the first thunderbolt he encountered when he was forming a pill.

Moreover, there were continuous thunderbolts, and even if he was in a pill forming stage, he would be seriously injured.

Fortunately, the spiritual bamboo had been retrieved.

Five golden thunder bamboos, three of which were of the third-grade low quality and two of which were of the middle quality.

Ling Hua handed three of them to Wei Zhong, leaving only one of the low quality and one of the middle quality in his own hands.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Brother Wei, in breaking the formation and taking the treasure this time."

Wei Zhong accepted the spiritual bamboo and took out two balls of spiritual silk in exchange.

This time, Wei Zhong did spend a lot of money to take the treasure, a third-grade forbidden cone, and spiritual materials to repair the seven-colored golden bamboo umbrella.

In addition to the two balls of spiritual silk, the things he paid were already slightly more than the value of the three spiritual bamboos.

"If Brother Wei needs the spiritual bamboo here, just let me know, and Ling will never say no," Ling Hua said sincerely.

Wei Zhong bowed and replied:

"Then I will have to bother you, Brother Ling, in the future!"