Chapter 3 Landslides

After making the top-level talisman, Lu Ping, who was in high spirits, kept trying to make the top-level talisman for the next month. Unfortunately, he only succeeded twice, but the success rate of making high-grade and middle-grade talismans was greatly increased.

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

Because the big competition in the other courtyard is imminent, the market is very lively, and there are even many foundation-building cultivators passing through the sky, attracting envious eyes.

Lu Ping turned in a spirit stone, found a place in Fangshi, put the mask he got in the hands of the Fangshi management cultivator on his face, and opened the package, thirty-six low-grade talismans, thirty-six middle-grade talismans, Six high-grade talismans were placed on it. These six high-grade talismans were mostly auxiliary spells, powerful attacking and defensive spells, and Lu Ping was willing to take them out.

As soon as Lu Ping's talisman was taken out, it attracted the attention of others, and soon a green-robed monk came to inquire about the price.

"There are three spirit stones for a lower-grade talisman, one for a middle-grade spirit stone, and one for three spirit stones for a high-grade talisman." Lu Ping changed his tone and replied coldly.

Since a middle-aged monk who made talismans he knew in Fangshi disappeared for no reason two years ago, Lu Ping has been careful in Fangshi.

That cultivator had a very high level of talisman making, with the mana of the eighth level of blood refining. He was very famous among the blood refining cultivators, and had a lot of guidance for Lu Ping. Careful that he missed his mouth, Lu Ping never saw him again. His relatives and friends searched for thousands of miles, but there was no one alive, no dead body.

Lu Ping was also in the seventh level of advanced blood refining, and he believed that the level of talisman making surpassed that of the missing talisman cultivator. Naturally, he was more concerned about his own safety.

The green-robed monk who asked gave a wry smile and said, "Is this fellow Taoist a little expensive?"

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

Hearing the words, the green-robed monk picked up a middle-grade talisman, felt the spiritual power in it, and said, "Sure enough." After speaking, he wanted to say something, but seeing Lu Ping's cold face, he still shook his head and said: "The middle grade is one of the Vajra Talisman, the Golden Sword Talisman, and the Blast Talisman, and the lower grade is also three of these three types of Talismans."

"There are six low-grade spirit stones in total." Lu Ping was overjoyed and had a good start, but he still said coldly.

The green-robed cultivator reluctantly took out six spirit stones, then took the twelve talismans handed over by Lu Ping, and turned to leave, but suddenly turned around again, gritted his teeth, and said, "This high-grade ice There is also a thorn talisman! This month's benefits are all given to fellow Daoists." He looked like he was going out of his way.

Lu Ping was naturally happy when he got nine spirit stones at once.

The green-robed cultivator took the lead, and the other cultivators bought three or two pieces one after another. Lu Ping was very excited when he saw the increase in the number of spirit stones in his hands, but he still pretended to be cold on the surface.

Among them, there are many disciples from other schools that Lu Ping knew. Even the eldest disciple Yao Yong and fourth disciple Shi Lingling of his own team bought one high-grade talisman, four middle-grade talismans and several low-grade talismans from Lu Ping respectively. Lu Ping clicked his tongue endlessly. He originally thought that he was in the late stage of blood refining, and the benefits were already very high. It seemed that he couldn't compare with the seniors on the eighth and ninth floors. What's more, according to gossip legends, the two were from good backgrounds and their backgrounds were much better than that of ordinary people.

In just one morning, Lu Ping harvested sixty-six low-grade spirit stones, which was a wealth 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 talismans, and the remaining fifty or so spirit stones were about to be prepared for the Great 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 magic weapons that can only be forced in the late stage of blood refining. Generally, it is the business of the monks in the hemolysis period.

Lu Ping entered the Lingbao Pavilion with an uneasy mood, and an old man greeted him with a smile and said, "This little fellow Daoist, welcome to this pavilion, dare to ask you what you need.

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Lu Ping calmed down, bowed to the old man, and said, "Senior is polite. The junior wants to buy an attacking magic weapon. This is the first time I came to the noble pavilion. I don't know the depth.

It's not that Lu Ping is superficial and handed over his bottom line as soon as he comes up, but Lu Ping really doesn't know much about it, and Duobao Pavilion has always been reputable, even a blood-refining cultivator like him has heard about it. When you come up, ask the old man for advice. If you hide it and pretend to understand, it will make the other party unhappy, and it will be yourself who will suffer.

Hearing this, the old man smiled, obviously satisfied with Lu Ping's performance, and said, "Young Daoist friend, please!"

Lu Ping followed the old man to the side of the first floor. This is obviously the place where the low-level magic tools are placed. He selected three magic tools, a sword, a seal, and a fan, and said: "These three are in the low-level magic weapon. Among the tools, they are all good." After saying that, he looked at Lu Ping and continued: "Young Daoist has a solid foundation, so you don't need to be in a situation where your mana is not enough to urge these three magic tools like other seven-layer blood refining cultivators. ."

When the old man looked at him, Lu Ping only felt a coolness pouring from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, as if he had been seen through by the old man at a glance. Could this be the consciousness that only monks in the hemolytic stage can have? Lu Ping was more cautious, and said respectfully, "I also ask the seniors to give more guidance!"

The old man gave a "hmm", nodded and said, "This sword is called 'Speed ​​​​Dian', its attack power is the lowest among the three magic weapons, but the attack speed is the highest, flexible and changeable, and compared to the other two, the required The lowest mana; this seal is called 'landslide', the most powerful, but the highest mana requirement."

After saying that, he glanced at Lu Ping and said, "The current spiritual power of the little Taoist friend is enough. This third magic weapon, called the 'flame fan', can spew out a burst of spiritual fire to injure the enemy. , the quality is between the two. I don't know which magic weapon the little Taoist friend belongs to?"

Lu Ping secretly said: "I just reluctantly use this magic weapon, how can I care about whether it is flexible or not, I just want to be able to hurt the enemy with one blow, so this sword and this fan are nothing, only this mountain-shaped magic weapon is used enough."

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

Lu Pingdao: "Thank you for your advice, senior. The junior has already made a decision, and we need this 'landslide'. Dare to ask the senior how much this instrument is worth?"

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The little Daoist has a good eye, this 'landslide' is enough for the little Daoist to use the middle stage of foundation building. This is the first time the little Daoist cares for this pavilion. Fifteen spirit stones are enough."

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment. Although he was buying a magic weapon for the first time, it didn't mean that he didn't know the price of the magic weapon. Ordinary low-level magic tools were only about thirty spirit stones, like this one worth fifty spirit stones. This is the first time Lu Ping has encountered magic tools. Looking at the old man's appearance, and recalling the comments of many monks about Lingbao Pavilion, Lu Ping gritted his teeth and said, "I bought it!"