Journey To Longevity

"That friend Yuji is really unfortunate." Patriarch Qingyu said lightly.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Yu Ji Sanren's mouth, he didn't say anything more, after more than ten breaths, seeing that Zhang Shiping still didn't speak, a trace of impatience flashed across his face. He looked at Zhang Shiping with deep eyes.

As his eyes fell, Zhang Shiping suddenly felt a pressure, but it disappeared like a spring breeze in an instant. True Lord Qingyu picked up the teacup on the table, brewed it lightly, and said lightly, "Brother Mu."

The latter froze at first, then suddenly laughed without saying a word, quietly playing with the short awl in his hand.

Zhang Shiping secretly groaned in his heart, he also saw that the relationship between Patriarch Qingyu and this Yuji Sanren was not that good. And this Yuji Sanman has been pointing at him ever since he saw his Phantom Locust. He may have been looking at Xuan Yuanzong's face before, and just now he exchanged magic treasures for phantom locusts in a good manner. Zhang Shiping believes that as long as he refuses, this Yuji Sanman will definitely not say anything at this time, but he must always be careful in the future. Worry for life.

The formation of Qinghuogu can't prevent a Yuanying monk with ulterior motives, and Yu Jisan is still in the middle stage of Yuanying. In the world of cultivating immortals, even in the Yuanying period, they still use their strength to speak. If Yuji Sanren's cultivation base was not as high as that of Qingyu Patriarch, then Qingyu Patriarch would not call this Yuji Sanren Brother Mu.

Facing such a mid-Yuanying cultivator, even Xuan Yuanzong would not dare to offend easily. It's not that Xuan Yuanzong is afraid, but that it's not worth it. Especially this kind of Nascent Soul Loose Cultivator, who lives in the remote sea islands all year round and has no relatives or friends to worry about. He has always acted unscrupulously. Can't tear it off.

"How about this, brother Mu will exchange one magic weapon for two, okay?" Patriarch Qingyu took a sip, put down his teacup, and said softly.

After being silent for a while, Yu Ji Sanren slowly replied: "Okay, just like what fellow Taoist Qingyu said, let's choose one, my friend, the purple fire cone or the thunder drum. Both of them are of similar value. However, compared to rare spirit insects like phantom locusts, the value is slightly lower. I am not lying to you. These two mixed thunder beads were refined by the old man who intercepted the thunder. Although there are some flaws, their power is not enough Compared with the full-strength strike of a late-stage cultivator after entering Jindan, let's take it as a bonus."

He flipped his hands and took out two more black iron balls, and then placed the purple fire cone, mixed thunder ball, and thunder drum on the table in turn, staring at Zhang Shiping with an unchanged expression.

"Thank you for your understanding, senior. The junior will choose the Leiyin Drum." Zhang Shiping revealed a tinge of joy, pointed at the small drum, and immediately muttered loudly. Cooperating with the formula, he hit one of the phantom locusts one after another. Dozens of blood-colored auras released the blood restriction on it. He moved quickly and cast it again, releasing the second Phantom Locust.

He knew that if he refused again, he was afraid that he would really annoy this Yuji Sanman, and he would be in danger for his life. Patriarch Qingyu can't be by his side all the time, and he can't hide in the secret realm of the sect and not come out. After all, the spiritual stones, various panaceas, and spiritual objects needed for practice will not fall from the sky.

Seeing this, Yuji Sanren showed satisfaction, and the Phantom Locust, who had untied the blood restriction first, shook his head. The compound eyes on both sides of his head seemed to have some doubts, and he sensed the aura of the three people nearby, making him feel a little nervous. fear. Its tentacles shook a few times, and its powerful hind legs were slightly bent.

It's just that when he was about to jump up and escape, he suddenly stopped moving. With a wave of Yu Ji Sanren's sleeves, the two phantom locusts that had untied the blood restriction disappeared instantly. Then he tapped lightly, and the Leiyin Snare Drum on the table and the two Thunderballs flew steadily in front of Zhang Shiping and stopped.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyu, then Mu will leave first." Then with a wave of his sleeve, he put away the purple fire awl, and then a dazzling aura flickered, and his figure disappeared from the chair in the hall out of thin air .

Zhang Shiping's eyes were fixed, he didn't see what kind of evasion method this Yuji Sanman was using. When Yu Ji san left, the small drum and two black beads floating in the air immediately fell down, Zhang Shiping stretched out his hand to catch them one by one. Then he looked at Patriarch Qingyu with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Put your things away, I'm sorry for you! Don't worry, Yu Ji won't trouble you again. The reason why he wanted the phantom locust should be for Nanfa Palace twenty years later. Although the ranking of insects is extremely low, they are extremely restrained when it comes to certain spiders. In addition, your three phantom locusts tend to be fire-oriented. Presumably it is the red flame purple spider that is ranked thirty-seven. " True Lord Qingyu sighed, and said softly.

The cultivation of spirit insects is extremely difficult, and the phantom locust itself is not a high-level spirit insect, so it cannot be used directly to fight. Its innate limitation is there. After adulthood, it is only a first-order spirit worm. If it wants to be cultivated to the second-order, or even close to the third-order level, the patriarch Qingyu knows that Zhang Shiping has spent a lot of effort on it.

The reason why the Phantom Phantom Locust is on the list of strange insects is due to the phantom poison contained in the eggs. Some monks who are proficient in the way of refining poison can even refine some strange poisons that even the jade body of the monk who transforms the spirit can't resist. It's just that this kind of poison has already been extinct with the demise of the purebred phantom locust, but it may not be certain where Yu Ji can be found again in the ancient monk's cave, so pay attention, the ancestor Qingyu secretly warned in his heart .

This is not what Zhang Shiping wanted to ask, but he didn't want to delve into it, he understood the difficulty of Patriarch Qingyu. Besides, after he obtained the Thunder Sound Drum and the Mixed Thunder Orb, he was able to save a phantom locust in the end, which made him a lot of money. Just how should I put it, Zhang Shiping has a gloomy air in his heart, which cannot be dissipated.

"Shiping, apart from the remaining one, there are other second-order phantom locusts." Patriarch Qingyu asked after considering it. He wanted to use this to find out how poisonous the phantom locust was, and he had a bottom line in his heart.

"There are still a dozen or so, but they are all just entering the second level." Zhang Shiping nodded.

After tea time, Zhang Shiping strode out of the attic.

It's just that Zhang Shiping didn't know that after he left, True Monarch Qingyu sat on the chair with a gloomy face. After a while, he waved his hand suddenly, and the teacup shattered with a bang.

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After Zhang Shiping left from the attic, he went around the city in the middle of the city and bought some urgently needed common practice items. The prices of these items in his own store and other stores were not different, and he didn't need to go to Zhang's store to buy them. . Then he wandered around the market again, until he stopped in front of an unremarkable crafting shop.

The shop was only about two feet wide, and there were only three people inside. One of them was a white-haired old man, who was sitting in front of the counter, frowning as he looked at nearly a hundred different parts scattered on the counter. There is also a thin boy of seventeen or eighteen, who is accompanying a monk with a bald head.

It's just that the monk kept shaking his head, as if he thought it was too expensive, and then no matter how the waiter tried to persuade him to stay, he turned around and walked out in three or two steps, and then walked towards other nearby shops. The waiter was left sighing, but even so, the shopkeeper did not look up.