Infernal Artist

Liu Ping put away his badge and looked at the two women.

Their expressions were slightly stagnant, but they soon returned to their original state.

They woke up too!

The two women looked at each other and each took out something from their storage bag and gave it to Liu Ping.

"Liu Ping, I see that you have reached the foundation. This bottle of elixir was refined by the sect and is suitable for your practice. Take it." A woman said.

Another woman said: "There is also this bundle of talismans, all of which are demon-breaking explosion talismans. Each one can deal with the Golden Core Realm monks. If five of them are used in a row, the Nascent Soul monks will have to stay away for a while."

The male cultivator put down the roasted chicken, took out a piece of armor and said, "This is a battle armor for sword cultivators. It helps them charge into battle. The defense is quite good. You can take it and use it."

The armor flew over and scattered into various components in the air. After a brief rotation around Liu Ping, they all fit on his body.

Liu Ping held a white jade bottle in his left hand, and held a bundle of talismans emitting a faint spiritual light in his right hand. He also had an extra piece of armor on his body.

——Taiweigong has nothing to say to his disciples.

These are initiation rites.

According to the rules of the spiritual world, a monk who accepts a disciple can be regarded as half of the leader on the other person's spiritual path. Giving a gift represents closeness and appreciation, and is also a kind of bond.

Liu Ping thought in his mind and said, "Thank you all three - I'm sorry, I don't know what to call you yet."

The male cultivator laughed and said: "I am Xie Dongliu. Don't be busy calling me uncle or elder. After you return to the sect, we will see who accepts you as a disciple. We will take another round of seniority."

"Yes, if the ones who accept you as a disciple are those supreme elders, your seniority may be higher than ours." The female nun said.

Liu Ping laughed and was about to say a few words of thanks when he saw the void in front of him suddenly turned into a red light.

Lines of burning small characters appeared quickly:

"Notice."

"The collapse of the plot world is deepening, and the entire world of death is beginning to undergo some profound changes."

"Something unprecedented has happened!"

"This sequence must be reminded as follows:"

"The plot's unraveling leads to some unknown situation."

"The processing mechanism for this incident is being activated."

"The pursuers are coming, the judges are ready."

"I repeat, the pursuers are coming and the judges are ready."

"Time remaining: fifteen minutes."

"Start counting down."

"15:00"

"14:59"

"14:58"

"..."

These small characters were displayed and then quickly retracted, leaving only the row of countdown numbers.

The next moment——

A shocking voice resounded throughout the world:

"Who is destroying the operation of the spiritual world? I will catch you and make you suffer eternal torture!"

Liu Ping looked at Xie Dongliu and the two female cultivators.

It was as if they didn't hear anything and were still talking to themselves.

……What's happening here?

Why is it that only I can hear that voice!

Liu Ping suppressed the turmoil in his heart and started thinking quickly.

Stalker!

The last time the tracker appeared was the moment he woke up from the tomb.

This time, because of the collapse of the plot, another stalker is coming.

——And there is one more judge!

Liu Ping suppressed his emotions, smiled and said to the three Nascent Soul monks: "Thank you three fellow disciples. I will treat you to dinner when I return to the mountain in the future."

"Do you know about spiritual food?" a female cultivator asked.

"Know a little, just be so-so." Liu Ping said.

Xie Dongliu patted Liu Ping on the shoulder and laughed: "Haha, okay, great, we can work together in the future - there are too few people in Taiwei Palace who pursue the way of spiritual food, and finally there is another one this time."

"Then we also have to eat for a while." Another female cultivator said with a smile.

The four of them were chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious. If Liu Ping hadn't known that things had changed, he might have been able to blend in better.

suddenly.

A ray of fire flew over, landed in front of the two female cultivators, and turned into a communication talisman.

A woman took the summons and read it quickly.

"The front line is asking for support. Call us and leave immediately."

"Strange, hasn't the front line ceased fighting? What is going on?"

"I don't know. The pressure is very tight. We have to leave immediately."

The two women were about to leave in a hurry.

Before leaving, a woman said to Xie Dongliu: "If you stay for two more days, take him back to the sect. After all, it's not very safe to stay here."

"I will only stay for one day. If I can't receive any other qualified newcomers, I will take Liu Ping back." Xie Dongliu said.

The other woman touched Liu Ping's head, with a look of worry in her eyes: "There are some bad omens in my spiritual sense. You should go back to the sect as soon as possible."

Has Liu Ping ever been touched on the head?

He wanted to break free, but suddenly he remembered that he was now a nineteen-year-old boy, and the other party was a senior of the sect who had lived for hundreds of years.

Besides, the other person touched his head out of concern.

He had no choice but to stand still and listen to Xie Dong's voice: "Don't worry, junior sister, we will leave tomorrow."

…

"Hahaha, this is my secret method. In order to eat this roast chicken, I bought hundreds of recipes from others, and based on this, I successfully developed it."

"Awesome! The wine smells good too."

"It's good, but you're only nineteen. This wine is too strong. Come on, drink this rice wine."

In the camp, Xie Dongliu sat on the ground without any image, holding half a roast chicken, eating meat with big mouthfuls, and drinking wine from a big bowl.

Liu Ping held a glass of wine and stood silently beside him.

Xie Dongliu burped, took out a bed from his storage bag and lay down on it. He yawned and said, "You don't have to worry about me here. You can practice if you have nothing to do, or you can go around the camp."

"Okay." Liu Ping stood up and said.

He had gradually become accustomed to seeing things with his eyes. At this time, he left the camp, walked forward casually along the path, and found a small market in the camp.

In the world of cultivation, monks belong to different sects and are good at different things. As long as they get together, everyone will want to exchange something with others, or buy it directly with spiritual stones.

Liu Ping walked quickly in Fangshi.

time is limited.

The knife before had been broken.

In order to deal with monsters, you must now get something to arm yourself with.

In fact, if the double-barreled shotgun is equipped with sacred bullets, it can be considered a very powerful weapon.

But after all, it is a foreign object and can only be used to save spiritual power. If you really want to exert your own combat effectiveness, you have to rely on weapons on the cultivation side.

After walking roughly in a circle, Liu Ping stopped in front of a monk's stall.

"How can I sell this knife?" Liu Ping asked.

The monk glanced at him, shook his head and said: "With your strength, you can't afford to spend so many spiritual stones to buy this one, so let's take a look at the few swords here. The swords here are quite suitable for monks in the foundation-building period to try out their sword skills. ."

The other party was right, this knife was more than enough for him.

A weapon more powerful than this sword cannot be wielded by one's own spiritual power.

Liu Ping looked at it again and again, and couldn't help but reach out and hold the knife.

He is a disciple of Gua Sheng. He is proficient in the six arts and can choose the weapon that suits him at a glance.

Although the sword in his hand is not a treasure, the spiritual patterns etched on the blade are quite clever and can withstand the battles of the monks in the foundation building stage.

In addition, what is more important is that there is a dark blue to black thin line on the back of the knife, which looks like the color formed during quenching and hammering, but——

Liu Ping touched it lightly with his hand and knew it well.

This thread is an extremely special mineral called Demon Swallowing Stone.

No one knows this mineral material.

After all, the level of most weapon refiners cannot reach the peak. Even if a very small number of people reach this level, they usually stop moving forward.

Therefore, the whole world does not know what the use of this thing is.

——Only Liu Ping knows.

He is the number one person in the six arts in the world. He is unique in the art of weapon refining and no one can match him.

Even the name "Demon Swallowing Stone" was given by him.

The knife doesn't matter.

The important thing is to take down the sword, melt it, and separate out the Demon Swallowing Stone.

It is the key to forging a sword.

And the sword——

It is another weapon invented by Liu Ping himself, which can fit his own combat characteristics and help him exert his maximum combat effectiveness.

"How many spiritual stones does your sword cost?" Liu Ping asked.

Seeing that he didn't listen to the advice at all, the man shook his head and said, "If you can pick up this sword, why not give it to you."

"So generous?"

Liu Ping said unexpectedly.

He held the long knife and rolled it casually, and layers of aura suddenly appeared on the blade.

The man was startled and said with a smile: "Okay, it seems that you are indeed very skilled. I underestimated you."

"Give this knife to me?" Liu Ping asked.

"Chenghui Three Hundred Spiritual Stones." The man held out three fingers.

"……can it be cheaper?"

"Okay, two hundred and ninety-eight."

"Thank you very much."

Liu Ping paid the spirit stone, then turned and left holding the knife.

Such a sword, in the past, would have cost tens of thousands of spirit stones, but now it only costs three hundred.

Why have prices become so cheap?

Liu Ping glanced at the void.

Ten minutes to go.

He walked to another stall, squatted down, picked up a storage bag and weighed it.

"How do you sell this storage bag?"

"Easy to say, ten spiritual stones each."

"Where's the maximum capacity one?"

"That's more expensive, twenty spiritual stones each."

Liu Ping bought all the storage bags and then asked: "Why are they so cheap?"

The monk got a sum of spiritual stones, and he was very happy. He answered naturally: "After all, the spiritual stone mines everywhere are being depleted, and I am going to the front line soon. It would be best to have some spiritual stones in hand."

"Really? Thanks a lot."

Liu Ping turned his head and looked at a weapons shop.

There should be a furnace there.

——The problem of weapons is still unresolved.

He pondered and walked towards the weapons shop.

…

Liu Ping left Fangshi silently.

He returned to the tent in Taiwei Palace, sat down cross-legged, and began to adjust his breath and rest.

This time in the market, I bought weapons, storage bags, and two formation plates, melted the magic swallowing stone, and then purchased a bunch of weapons for foundation-building monks.

It’s already enough, I can’t buy more.

Otherwise, how could a foundation-building monk like me get so many spiritual stones?

In the void, burning small characters constantly issued reminders:

"03:04"

"03:03"

"03:02"

"03:01"

"Repeat it again."

"The pursuers are coming, the judges are ready."

"In addition, something unprecedented is happening in the world of spiritual practice, and we are about to observe its specific circumstances."