Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit

When Lu Ping’s words fell into Li Erqiang’s ears, it was like throwing a dried-up fish into the water. The whole person came alive all at once, and everyone around them all "buzzed" towards the exploded pot, and then quickly calmed down. Listen to Lu Ping's explanation.

Lu Ping pondered for a moment, and said, "This is the thousand-year-old treasured spirit grass needed to refine a kind of Qimen pill. Generally, alchemists rarely use it, so there are very few people I know. I now need this material to refine it. I will try my best to satisfy your needs for a kind of medicine."

When everyone heard that these three black weeds were actually the Thousand-Year Spirit Grass, they had already cried out in exclamation. They didn't expect this kind of treasure to appear in this market where mortals and monks were mixed!

Hearing Lu Ping's words, everyone fell silent, looking at Li Erqiang, who was standing next to Lu Ping, who had become silly, to see what demands he would make.

However, Li Erqiang is still immersed in immense joy now, just murmured: "It really is a treasure, eldest brother, you saw it, it really is a treasure, someone finally recognized it,..."

Lu Ping saw Li Erqiang's expression excited. He was afraid that he would not be able to get rid of this huge emotional gap in a short time. After a long time, it would affect his cultivation level. So he coughed, and the sound stopped in Li Erqiang's ears, as if thunderous, and immediately stunned the devil. Li Erqiang came back in shock.

Li Erqiang gave Lu Ping a grateful look, and said, "If the senior hadn't known these three spiritual plants today, the junior would be discouraged and would have to give up this treasure. Therefore, the junior would have to rely on senior's instructions."

Lu Ping smiled, secretly saying that this person is also savvy. The Millennium Spirit Grass is too far away for the cultivators during the blood refining period, and it may be a crime, so he said: "Never mind, I don't take advantage of you, these three plants Although the Millennium Spirit Grass is scarce, even if ordinary cultivators know it, it is useless to use it. Only you need to use this for a secret technique. I think your cultivation has reached the peak of the blood refining period, and you must be preparing for hemolysis. There is a hemolytic pill in this jade bottle. It is enough to help you break through the hemolytic period."

When Li Erqiang heard the "Bleeding Pill", his mind was completely blank, and he took the jade bottle from Lu Ping stupidly. After Xiao Sima's reminder, it was relieved, and he nodded tremblingly in thanks.

Lu Ping waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and find a place to retreat and practice. It is best not to leave these three cities until the hemolysis is successful."

Li Erqiang's distracted eyes finally shook. He understood something, and pretended to swept around inadvertently. Sure enough, he saw the eyes of a few people flickering. He didn't know what he was planning. Obviously, it was because of Lu Ping's spell and the people next to him. He didn't hear Lu Ping's reminder to him.

Li Erqiang hurriedly gave a salute to Lu and walked out of the market. After a while, Lu Ping noticed that there were a few monks in the market who had put away his own business in a hurry, and walked in the direction where Li Erqiang had left. go with.

Lu Ping shook his head and continued to stroll around the market under the leadership of Xiao Sima. With the example of Li Erqiang, many people in the market took out some things from the bottom of the box for Lu Ping to appreciate, but Lu Ping never encountered anything like Li Erqiang again. Surprisingly, even so, it allowed Lu Ping to find a few 500-year-old cherished spiritual plants, which was a little bit rewarding.

But even so, those people who were appreciative of the spirit grass are grateful. These spirit grasses are too far from the door, and ordinary monks don’t know them even if they are alchemists. What's more, it’s a remote place where there are only alchemists. There may be one or two of the three major families, and they are usually the characters who see the head and the end of the dragon, and everyone is flattering.

In a blink of an eye, a day passed. Lu Ping returned to the cave with an excited little Sima. It is no wonder that many monks like to visit the mortal market. This kind of treasure hunting feeling is indeed wonderful, not to mention that as an alchemist, he is very good for all kinds of spirits. Cao’s appraisal and cognition is even more satisfying from the admiration of the casual cultivator’s eyes around him, which makes his vanity greatly satisfied. He is quite energetic and points to the taste of the country. Lu Ping can’t help but smile when he thinks of this. It seems that monks usually It is not much different from a mortal.

After giving little Sima ten pieces of spiritual stones, little Sima repeatedly begged Lu Ping to do everything he could if he had something to do. Seeing his consent, little Sima left happily, Lu Ping smiled and returned to the cave and began to retreat. repair.

The last five days of training only allowed Lu Ping to exhaust the mana caused by the war for several days, and ease his exhaustion. However, as Lu Ping's cultivation became deeper and deeper, this situation has rarely occurred in the fight. However, once It will not be able to recover completely in a short time.

Lu Ping swallowed a pill and began to practice Qi on the Ju Ling futon. The powerful recovery function of the "Beihai Tingtao Jue" engulfed the aura around Lu Ping's body. Loss, at this time Lu Ping's bloodline was like a hungry glutton, swallowing all the spiritual power one by one, refining it into a trace of mellow mana.

However, every time Lu Ping’s exercises ran into the blood of his right chest, a sharp sword aura emerged out of thin air, stinging Lu Ping’s blood, forming obstacles to the operation of the exercises, causing Lu Ping to run the "North Sea Tingtao Jue" "It's been slow out of thin air for a while.

Lu Ping's expression turned a little gloomy, he didn't expect that Jin Li's sword spirit would be so difficult.

On that day, Lu Pingyuan thought that the full blow of Jinli Zhenren, who had been weakened by himself, had only caused a slight injury to himself. However, every time Lu Ping practiced his exercises in the past few days, he would produce a wound near his right chest. The sharp sword energy prevented the wound from healing, and at the same time it had an impact on Lu Ping's practice. At the same time, the pain that seemed like cutting flesh was also unbearable.

Careless! Lu Ping slapped his lips fiercely, which is worthy of being a magic weapon, worthy of being a real forging pill!

I want to come to Jinli to keep this sword aura in Lu Ping's body. In addition to affecting Lu Ping’s practice, there is another function to leave a mark on Lu Ping, even if Lu Ping runs out of Jinli’s perception. , He could also quickly find Lu Ping himself through this remaining sword aura.

This sword energy must be expelled from the body as soon as possible!

In the next three months, Lu Ping once again returned to his previous state of asceticism. In addition to practicing alchemy every day, he would take Xiao Sima to various shops and mortal markets in Sanjiacheng every half a month and 20 days. Turn around and swept the five hundred-year-old Ling grass inside.

But obviously, even with the exception of the three black spirit grasses last time, Lu Ping would not have the same harvest he had in the first purchase, but it didn't matter to Lu Ping.

On the contrary, people in the mortal market regard Lu Ping as an expert. People often ask Lu Ping for some spiritual grass knowledge. Lu Ping will not reject those who come, and answer them one by one. Each of these casual cultivators has benefited a lot, and they are also willing to go out to the sea. The spirit grass was sold to Lu Ping.

It is not easy to practice casual cultivation, and it is often some incomplete inheritance. For these monks, any knowledge in the cultivation world is invaluable. At least these explanations about spirit grass can make them more harvests when they explore the wild. , In exchange for more training resources.

What Lu Ping didn’t realize was that when he was explaining to others, the little Sima who was behind Lu Ping listened quietly. Whenever Lu Ping returned to the Dongfu, little Sima changed the way he had done before and relaxed. With Song's expression, he hurried back to his residence, Lu Ping smiled and didn't care.

The mana in Lu Ping moves with his blood, like a rushing river, the billowing torrent splits mountains and rifts all the way towards the target, but on the way, there is always a sword energy, as if it is inserted horizontally in the river. A huge boulder made this torrent helplessly bypassed.

Then after the torrent of torrents scoured, the boulder was finally smoothed out its edges and corners, and then loosened again. Today the torrent finally launched its final impact on it, the boulder swayed, and finally moved its position a little bit, and finally Entrapped by the billowing torrent, it impacted downstream.

Lu Ping draws a stream of clear water from the crystal glass bowl. Under Lu Ping's command, the clear water is like a river running around him. At the same time, it interprets the movement of blood in Lu Ping. Suddenly a spray splashed from the river, and the spray suddenly turned into the air. A small sword, like a small fish shaking its head and wagging its tail, broke away from the river and began to circle around and flatten out Zhou Sahuan'er~www.wuxiaspot.com~ followed by the second wave, the third, the fourth,... , Until the 81st little swordfish appeared vividly in front of the land plane.

There were still waves splashing in the river, but this time the waves only turned into a water sword, but it was no longer as agile as a swordfish, just swallowing sharp edges, guarding Lu Ping's surroundings.

After splashing a total of three hundred and twenty-four waves, the small river seemed to suddenly become docile, just flowing smoothly, no more splashes of waves, just converging a kind of infinite artistic conception.

Lu Ping looked at the more than three hundred sword lights in front of him, and at the same time, the eighty-one sword lights that reached the artistic conception and psychic, smiled in relief, and finally got a blessing in disguise. After half a year of hard cultivation, he not only refined the real Jinli left in Lu Ping's body. Dao always troubles the sword energy, and Jinli Zhenren’s practice is actually the same as Lu Ping’s practice, which is quite a reference. While refining this sword energy, Lu Ping has actually made his own swordsmanship realm quite comprehensible, and his swordsmanship level. Take it to the next level.

It’s just that the improvement in this cultivation base is not that great. Although there is no shortage of pill, Lu Ping observes the eighth hemolytic bead in the core space of the heart with his spiritual sense, which has finally grown to the other seven one-third size hemolytic beads. After all, the heart pill was tricky, even though it was claimed to be harmless, it prolonged the time of cultivation.

Lu Ping, who was able to get out of the gate, saw a golden sound transmission invitation sign floating on the guard formation outside the cave. This was actually no different from the ordinary sound transmission sign, but it was made more beautiful and formal, and was generally used as an invitation.

Lu Ping stretched out his hand to beckon this invitation, and his divine knowledge penetrated it. After a while, Lu Ping squinted his eyes playfully, and said to himself: "Is it an invitation from the Li family? This is a bit interesting."

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