Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit

Because of the production of the top-level talisman, the energetic Lu Ping continued to try to make the top-level talisman in the next month, but unfortunately only succeeded twice, but the success rate of making the top and middle-grade talisman increased greatly.

Early in the morning at the end of the month, Lu Ping walked to the Fang Market outside the courtyard with a package full of Fu Lu.

Because the big competition in the other courtyard is just around the corner, the square city is very lively, and there are even many foundation-building monks passing through the sky, arousing envy in the eyes.

Lu Ping handed in a spirit stone, found a place in the Fang City, put the mask he had in the hands of the Fang City management monk on his face, and opened the package. There were thirty-six low-grade talisman and thirty-six middle-grade talisman. Six top grade talismans are placed on top of each other. These six high-grade talismans are mostly auxiliary spells, powerful attack and defensive spells, and Lu Ping is willing to take them out.

Lu Ping's talisman caught the attention of others as soon as he took it out, and soon a monk in a green robe came to inquire about the price.

"The low-grade Fuluo has three pieces of one spiritual stone, the medium-grade one has one spirit stone, and the high-grade one has three spirit stones." Lu Ping changed his tone and replied in a cold voice.

Since a middle-aged monk who made Fu Lu disappeared for no reason two years ago, Lu Ping has been acting cautiously in Fang City.

The monk had a very high level of talisman making, with eight levels of mana for refining blood. He was well-known among blood refining monks and had a good command of Lu Ping. However, after accidentally crafting the top-level talisman, he didn’t do it in Fang City. When he said carefully, Lu Ping never saw him again. His relatives and friends searched for thousands of miles, but they didn't see anyone alive or a corpse.

After Lu Ping also advanced to the seventh level of blood refining, he believed that the level of talisman making had surpassed that of the missing talisman monk, so he was naturally more concerned about his own safety.

The green-robed monk who inquired gave a wry smile and said, "This fellow Taoist, is it a bit expensive?"

Lu Ping still said coldly: "The quality of this talisman is a bit more powerful in the same level."

After hearing the words, the green-robed monk picked up a middle-grade talisman, felt the spiritual power in it, and said: "Sure enough." After finishing speaking, he wanted to say something, but he saw Lu Ping's cold face, he still shook his head, and said: "The middle-grade diamond talisman, the golden sword talisman, and the gale wind talisman are one each, and the low-grade ones are also these three kinds of talisman, three of each."

"A total of six low-grade spirit stones." Lu Ping was delighted and opened the door, but he still said coldly.

The green-robed monk reluctantly took out six spirit stones, and then took the twelve talismans that Lu Ping had handed him, and turned to leave, but suddenly turned around again, gritted his teeth, and said, "This top-grade ice There is also a thorn talisman! This month's benefits are all given to fellow daoists." He looked like he would give up.

When Lu Ping got the nine spirit stones at once, he was naturally happy.

The green-robed monk took the lead, and other monks bought three and two sheets one after another. Lu Ping was also very excited as he watched the increasing number of spirit stones, but he still pretended to have a cold face on the surface.

Among them, there are many disciples from other courtyards that Lu Ping knows. Even the big disciple Yao Yong and the fourth disciple Shi Lingling of his team have bought a top grade talisman, four middle grade talisman and several lower grade talisman from Lu Ping. Lu Ping slapped his tongue. He thought that his welfare was already very high in the late stage of blood refining. It seemed that he could not compare with the seniors of the eighth and ninth floors. What's more, according to the gossip, the two are from good backgrounds, and their backgrounds are much better than those of ordinary people like themselves.

In just one morning, Lu Ping had harvested sixty-six low-grade spirit stones, which was a fortune that Lu Ping had never touched before. Lu Ping used ten spirit stones to buy the talisman paper and spirit ink needed to make the talisman, and the remaining fifty or so spirit stones were about to be prepared for the big competition.

Lu Ping came to a loft in the center of Fang, Duobao Pavilion. Lu Ping has never been here before, so he can't afford it! The lowest-selling items here are low-level magical artifacts that can only be reluctantly activated in the later stage of blood refining. They usually do business with monks in the hemolysis period.

Lu Ping entered the Lingbao Pavilion with a sense of anxiety, and an old man greeted him with a smile and said, "This little fellow Taoist, welcome to this pavilion, and dare to ask the Taoist friends what they need."

Lu Ping calmed down and bowed to the old man, and said, "The old man is polite, and the younger man wants to buy an attack magic weapon. This is the first time I came to your pavilion. I don't know the depth, so I would like to ask the senior man for advice."

It's not that Lu Ping is superficial and handed over his own knowledge as soon as he came up. It is that Lu Ping does not know much about this, and Duobaoge has always had an outstanding reputation, and even blood-refining monks like him have heard of it. When he comes up, he asks the old man for advice.

Hearing this, the old man smiled, obviously quite satisfied with Lu Ping's performance, and said, "Little Taoist friends, please!"

Lu Ping followed the old man to the side of the first floor. This was obviously the place where the low-level magical artifacts were placed. From them, he picked out three magical artifacts, one sword, one seal, and one fan, and said: "These three are in the low-level magic. Among the artifacts, they are all considered good." After that, he looked at Lu Ping, and then said, "The little daoist has a solid foundation, and urging these three artifacts doesn't have to be like the other seven-layer blood refiners. ."

When the old man looked at him, Lu Ping only felt a chill from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. UU reading www.uukanshu.com seemed to be seen through by the old man at a glance. Is this the kind of consciousness that monks in the hemolytic period can have? Lu Ping was more cautious, and said respectfully: "Senior, please give me some advice!"

The old man gave a "um" and nodded: "The name of this sword is'Speed ​​Electric'. Its attack power is the lowest among the three magic weapons, but its attack speed is the highest. It is flexible and changeable. Compared with the other two, it requires The mana is the lowest; this seal is called'Landslide', it is the most powerful, but the mana demand is the highest."

After that, he took a look at Lu Ping, and then said, "With the thickness of the spiritual power of the little Taoist friend, it is enough. This third magic weapon, called the "flame fan", can spray out a burst of spiritual fire to injure the enemy. , The quality lies between the two. I don't know which magical artifact the little Taoist heart belongs to?"

Lu Ping secretly said: "This magic weapon is my reluctance to drive, how can I care if it is flexible and changeable, I just want to be able to injure the enemy with a single blow, so this sword and this fan are fine, only this mountain-shaped magic weapon can be used enough."

The old man kept looking at Lu Ping with a smile. Seeing that Lu Ping had come back to his senses, he knew that he had made a decision, so he asked, "Which artifact?"

Lu Ping said, "Thank you, senior, for your advice. The junior has already made a decision and is about to make this ‘landslide’. Dare to ask senior how valuable this magical tool is?"

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The little Taoist has a good vision. This'landslide' is enough for the little Taoist to use in the middle stage of foundation construction. The little Taoist cares about this pavilion for the first time. Fifteen spirit stones will do."

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment. Although it was the first time he bought a magic weapon, it didn't mean that he didn't know the price of the magic weapon. The ordinary low-level magic weapon was only about 30 spirit stones, like this one worth 50 spirit stones. This was the first time Lu Ping encountered a magic weapon. Seeing what the old man was doing, and recalling what many monks had said about Lingbao Pavilion, Lu Ping gritted his teeth and said, "I bought it!"