Keeping a low profile in the world of cultivating immortals

【Lifespan: 25/85】

[Realm: Third level of Qi refining]

[Exercise: Three Yang Gong Qi Refining Chapter (Third Level): 0%]

When he first crossed over, the original master was at 45% progress on the second level of Qi Refining. Based on the progress of cultivation at that time, Wu Tao speculated that he would be able to break through to the third level of Qi Refining in one year, that is, at the age of twenty-six.

After more than half a year and shortened by half the time, Wu Tao broke through to the third level of Qi refining ahead of schedule.

“If you have skills, you will be popular!”

"Breaking through one level will increase your lifespan by two years."

Wu Tao just felt refreshed. From now on, it will no longer be difficult to obtain resources by refining weapons and improve his cultivation level. If the original owner's situation remains unchanged, he may cultivate to the middle stage of Qi refining in his lifetime.

No, the original owner was possessed, and the grass on the grave might be three feet tall by now.

Walking out of the training room in high spirits, Wu Tao suddenly flashed a face in his mind and said with a smile: "Breaking through the realm, such a great happy event, should be celebrated."

"Luoma Street, let's walk!"

In the past three days of busy breaking through, no one from the patrol team came to the door, which means that no one knew about the death of the casual cultivator in gray clothes, or maybe they knew that it was just a casual cultivator who died, and the people from the patrol team were too lazy to waste their energy. Track down the murderer.

Through this incident, Wu Tao also secretly warned himself that as he was also a casual cultivator, his life was also not worth mentioning among those cultivating sects and small immortal forces.

In order not to end up like a casual cultivator in gray clothes, he also had to be more low-key in his conduct and work.

Of course, doing things in a low-key manner is not because you are afraid of trouble, but you just don't take the initiative to cause trouble.

If someone wanted to do anything to harm him, Wu Tao wouldn't mind letting the other person know the benefits and risks of physical cultivation.

Passing by the table, the coffin nails on the table attracted Wu Tao's attention.

"If you want to celebrate, don't rush it. Let's study this coffin nail first. What's so special about it?"

Thinking of this, Wu Tao sat on a chair, picked up the coffin nails, and looked carefully up and down, left and right.

The coffin is only six inches long, about the size of two fingers. It is completely black, without any patterns, and has a layer of rust. It is extremely heavy to hold. It should be iron or something, but I can’t figure out what kind of iron it is.

Moreover, it is not a magic weapon. If it is a magic weapon, there must be aura on it.

As a weapon refiner, Wu Tao knew this.

Of course, this cannot be so absolute.

He is only a first-level and third-level weapon refiner, and he is still at the bottom of the weapon refiner pyramid. He has not even seen the scenery at the bottom, and there is still a lot to learn.

Wu Tao used his spiritual energy to detect it and found that he couldn't get in. He tested it again with his spiritual mind. This time he got in, but it was obviously an ordinary coffin nail, unremarkable, and he couldn't feel any restrictions inside.

"It's an ordinary coffin nail. Will the gray-clothed cultivator carry it with him?"

Wu Tao was a little confused.

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility: "Could it be a demonic blood refining weapon?"

Demonic weapon refiners mostly refine blood magic weapons. To make magic weapons, they need to sacrifice blood, or some use souls to sacrifice them. This is very evil. Every time a magic weapon is sacrificed, countless immortal cultivators suffer. A poisonous hand.

Such magical weapons may harm the world, but they are extremely terrifying.

This is also why the righteous cultivators shout and kill the demon cultivators, and they are incompatible with each other.

Suspecting that it was a blood refining weapon, Wu Tao looked at it carefully and found that the coffin nail did not look like a blood refining weapon. There was no resentment or evil spirit at all.

"You'll know if you drop some blood."

An hour later, Wu Tao grabbed a rabbit, separated its ankles, and dripped blood onto the coffin nails.

Blood drips onto the coffin nails and nothing changes.

Wu Tao put down the rabbit and planned to fry a spicy rabbit to eat at night. He reached for the coffin nails and said with a disappointed look on his face: "It turns out that I was mistaken. Maybe the casual cultivator in gray has some special hobbies."

Just when Wu Tao was about to put down the coffin nail, intending to throw it in the corner first, a sudden change occurred.

All the rabbit blood on the coffin nail fell off and flew out. Then, the coffin nail stabbed Wu Tao directly between the eyebrows with lightning speed.

"My life is at stake!"

Wu Tao's pupils couldn't help but enlarge, and he felt a chill in his brows as this thought flashed through his mind.

The center of his eyebrows stung for a moment, Wu Tao's body went limp and he fell to the ground, unaware of his identity.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wu Tao woke up slowly. He climbed up and said thankfully, "I'm not dead? Where are the nails in the coffin?"

He touched his eyebrows, but there was no ugly Yin Mao.

He took a bronze mirror and looked at it and found a red spot between his eyebrows, which was dried blood.

A ridiculous thought flashed through his mind: "This coffin nail won't be hammered into my head, right?" After thinking about it, he shook his head vigorously, but he didn't feel anything strange.

Wu Tao's mind sank into the sea of ​​spiritual thoughts. Sure enough, in the center of his mind, the coffin nail was floating quietly. Wu Tao used his spiritual thoughts to drive out the coffin nail, but found that the coffin nail was as solid as a rock.

"My spiritual mind is still too weak." Wu Tao's face suddenly became sad.

He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse that the nail in the coffin occupying his spiritual mind sea. After being miserable for a while, he realized that no matter how much he was worried, it was in vain. He might as well just lie down. The nail in the coffin was going to harm him, and he would probably be dead a long time ago.

"Hey, curiosity killed the cat. I have to take this lesson to heart."

Wu Tao sighed and felt that it was necessary to go to Luoma Street to relax.

After calming down, Wu Tao went out and went directly to Luoma Street. Not long after, he had arrived at Luoma Street.

There is a joke in the Western Outer City: Mule and Horse Street, Mule and Horse Street. There are mules and horses on Mule and Horse Street. If you want to ride a horse, you have to go up one street, and if you want to ride a mule, you have to go down the next street. What kind of workshop, what kind of building, what kind of pavilion is the horse in? The price is high-end and expensive. As for the mules, they are found in a secluded street corner with a fence, and the conditions are simple, so the price is naturally low.

Wu Tao was walking on Shangtiao Street. In the attics on both sides, although it was winter and it was snowing, the female nuns standing on the railings of the attic were all dressed in cool clothes, with grapes looming.

Seeing the immortal cultivators passing by, they also greeted them with smiles.

Wu Tao finally entered Wanxiu Pavilion, and a half-old madam came forward to greet him: "Hey, fellow Taoist, do you have an appointment to have sex with that fairy?"

Wu Tao looked at the flowers blooming in the pavilion. It was worthy of being called the Wanxiu Pavilion. Everyone was a cultivator of immortals, so they couldn't be any worse. He thought for a moment and said, "I'm here to see Zhang Li."

"Zhang Li, it's done. Two low-grade spiritual stones. Come and take this fellow Taoist to Zhang Li."

Wu Tao confusedly took out two low-grade spiritual stones and put them into the hands of the old bustard. Immediately, a man dressed as a turtle came forward to lead the way. He arrived at a room and said, "Fellow Taoist, this is Fairy Zhang's room. You can do it yourself." Just knock on the door."

Wu Tao felt that his heartbeat was a little fast, and he hesitated a little. However, he thought that after all, the spiritual stone was spent, so how could it be in vain, so he gritted his teeth and knocked on the door.

When the door opened, Zhang Li was a little surprised to see Wu Tao, and soon said with a hint of sadness: "Fellow Daoist Li, you said you came to see me, but it took so long for you to come. I thought you had forgotten me."

Wu Tao smiled dryly and said, "I'm here right now, aren't I?"

Not long after, in the room, Wu Tao poked his index finger and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, did you say you have been to Xinde Lane?"

Zhang Li looked at Wu Tao's hands, frowning slightly, holding back her joy, and couldn't help but said intermittently: "Well, in the past... two months ago, I wanted to go... to find you, but I knocked... on the door. , only to find out that you have... moved away. By the way, why did you move... away? "

Wu Tao pointed his index finger and said, "After you moved out, a gambling dog moved in next door. I was afraid that he would pester me, so I simply moved out."

Zhang Li felt it was okay and said: "Then you have to move...out...come in!"

Two quarters of an hour later, Wu Tao showed regret on his face, looked at Zhang Li and said guiltily: "This... I was so excited that it was too late."

Zhang Li smiled and said: "It's okay, I will use spiritual energy to force it out."

Wu Tao was startled and suddenly felt astonished.

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