Chapter 200: The Brilliant Jade Gourd
"That won't do."
Ning Daoran crossed his arms and said calmly, "This turtle is my half-brother. How can I sell it to you just because you said we are destined to be together? I hope you will forgive me."
“Boy…”
Feng Wuliang's eyes were grim: "You don't want to drink my toast? Then don't blame me for being rude!"
As he spoke, the spiritual pressure of the Golden Core Stage came overwhelming.
"Xiao Gui, go back to the cave."
Ning Daoran flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a ray of magic power wrapped the green water turtle and sent it into the Lingpu Cave.
"A cave-like treasure?!"
Feng Wuliang's eyes were burning: "Boy, it seems that I can't let you leave alive."
The moment the spiritual pressure fell, Feng Wuliang suddenly raised his hand, attracting a wisp of water vapor. Suddenly, a huge hand more than ten feet in size condensed in the water and fell from the air, pressing directly towards Ning Daoran's head.
At the same time, water-attributed magic power poured into the lake, and the water surface suddenly trembled. Strands of water spikes hung down and shot up into the sky. For a moment, Ning Daoran felt as if there was no way to heaven and no door to earth.
The methods of an old golden elixir master are indeed extraordinary.
In terms of water-attributed techniques, Feng Wuliang already has some of the demeanor of a "Golden Elixir Immortal".
However, Ning Daoran's golden elixir is obviously stronger.
"Boom——"
Just as he stomped his foot lightly, a Jindan spiritual pressure several times that of the other party burst out, instantly shattering the magical palm above his head, and the water spikes under his feet also shattered one after another, turning into crystal pearls dancing on the lake! "Such a strong spiritual pressure, you are also a Jindan!?"
Feng Wuliang was horrified.
But he knew that today's matter could not be resolved peacefully. He had just said that he would not let the other party leave alive. The feud had already been formed. How could a great Jindan cultivator let it go?
Ning Daoran spread out his five fingers, and rich Changqing Jue magic power rolled out. Immediately, the lake water separated and intertwined, turning into two magical palms of dozens of feet in size, which surrounded the old Jindan from both sides and bombarded it.
"you……"
Feng Wuliang dared not be careless, and hurriedly sacrificed a magic mirror, a second-grade top-grade spiritual weapon. The magic mirror shone, and it seemed to open up another world. The power of Changqing Jue pushed past, but it passed through the mirror light and did not cause any harm to the opponent.
It is a spiritual weapon with supernatural powers!
Ning Daoran raised his hand lightly, and twelve Silver Moon Flying Swords broke through the air, absorbing water droplets from the lake, and attacked with a "swish swish swish".
“Well done!”
Feng Wuliang shouted softly, and a bone shield popped out from his storage bag. Immediately, the Silver Moon Flying Swords clanged and ricocheted off the bone shield. The defense of the bone shield was extremely strong, at least at the level of a second-grade superior spiritual weapon.
I didn't expect that the Feng family's ancestor had so many treasures! Ning Daoran didn't plan to fight a protracted battle. He immediately raised his finger, and under the guidance of the Jianjia Sword Technique, a mouthful of golden swords flew out of his body. With a "bang" sound, he directly destroyed the bone shield! "You..."
Feng Wuliang was horrified and felt a chill in his heart. The person in front of him was definitely not an ordinary Jindan cultivator!
Although he looked young, his spiritual pressure and mana were much stronger than those of an average Jindan in the early stage. Feng Wuliang even felt that this person had not yet used his full strength, otherwise he might have been suppressed! He had no choice but to use that rare treasure!
If he had not had to, he would never let the rare treasure show up. But now he had already formed a feud with a powerful Jindan master, so he had to use it even if he didn't want to!
In the air, six golden swords came and went as fast as lightning, heading straight for Feng Wuliang's heart.
But at this moment, Feng Wuliang opened his palm, and a ray of auspicious light sprayed out, and in the blink of an eye it condensed into an emerald jade gourd. When the jade gourd appeared, Ning Daoran knew that this treasure was extraordinary! The strong aura of the magic weapon was no less than that of a top-grade magic weapon! No wonder the ancestor of the Feng family acted so domineeringly, it turned out that he possessed such a rare treasure.
"receive!"
As the magic power surged, Feng Wuliang shouted, and the auras of the six golden flying swords were all locked. Then, the mouth of the jade gourd was like a spiral abyss, generating an extremely strong suction force! "Zizi~~~"
The golden swords were like fish swimming in the wind. Although they struggled hard, they were unable to break free.
In the blink of an eye, all six golden swords were put into the gourd.
However, at this moment, six golden swords appeared on each side of the wind and shot towards Feng Wuliang's throat!
"Why is there more!?"
Feng Wuliang was horrified, and hurriedly used his magic power to move the gourd to try to collect more golden swords! However, at this moment, a strand of blood-colored silk thread swept through the lake and passed through the sky!
"laugh!"
Feng Wuliang was no longer alive. A line of blood appeared on his neck, and then the head of this Jindan ancestor slowly rolled down from his neck.
He was so focused on dealing with the golden sword that he was unable to spare any attention to other things.
However, Ning Daoran's soul was too strong, and he could control several magic weapons at the same time, not to mention the Golden Silk Sword and Linglong Silk, even the Bamboo Leaf Knife and Lingxiao Wumeng Bracelet were ready to go!
Even if Feng Wuliang did not die from the Linglong Silk, he was destined to die from the Bamboo Leaf Knife and the Lingxiao Wumeng Bracelet.
“Shua——”
Ning Daoran's figure flashed by. The treasure could not fall to the ground, so he reached out and grabbed the jade gourd that was about to fall into the lake.
Inside the jade gourd, six golden swords were clanging and attacking the inside of the gourd with all their might.
"Don't worry."
Ning Daoran calmed them down a bit, and the six golden swords quieted down. There was no need to worry, as he would refine the jade gourd later and would naturally be able to release the golden swords.
This jade gourd is extremely extraordinary. It can actually take away other people's magic weapons. This kind of treasure can no longer be described as an ordinary magic weapon.
Ning Daoran turned over and dived into the water, using water escape techniques to conceal his figure.
Then he pulled Feng Wuliang's body over and searched his soul. He then took away his storage bag and turned it into ashes with a breath of Samadhi True Fire deep at the bottom of the lake. Then he escaped by water.
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Sword forging shop.
Xiaobai was like a beautiful lady from a scholarly family, sitting by the bed reading a scroll under the oil lamp.
There was a rattan ball hanging around her waist, which was the Lingpu Cave. At this moment in the Lingpu Cave, Ning Daoran looked excited.
At this moment, in his hand, there was a jade gourd like emerald that was shining brightly.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
According to the information obtained from searching Feng Wuliang's soul, this jade gourd came from an ancient cultivator's cave. It was said that the ancient cultivator was in the late Nascent Soul stage during his lifetime. He was a ruthless character who could make the Eastern Wilderness' immortal cultivation world tremble with just a stomp of his feet.
But when a person dies, it is like a light going out, and the same goes for Nascent Soul cultivators.
After the cave of this Nascent Soul cultivator was discovered, four Jindan cultivators including Feng Wuliang agreed to work together to open the cave. Two of them who were in the middle Jindan stage fought to the death for the jade gourd, but in the end, Feng Wuliang took advantage of the situation.
According to memory, this gourd is called Linlang Jade Gourd, a third-grade top-grade magic weapon, but it is not an ordinary magic weapon, but an ancient treasure.
The material of this Linlang Jade Gourd is quite rare and precious. It is made of a fairy gourd that was formed 100,000 years ago. It is a legendary ancient treasure! Unfortunately, over the years, the spirituality in the Linlang Jade Gourd has gradually faded. If the spirituality is still there, it is not a magic weapon, but a fourth-level spiritual treasure! However, even so, this ancient treasure that can take away other people's treasures in a battle is still extremely rare! Ning Daoran frowned. Among his many treasures, the status of the Linlang Jade Gourd is extremely outstanding, no less than the three top magic weapons of the Golden Silk Sword, the Lingxiao Mist Dream Bracelet, and the Soul Refining Tower! A few days later.
The Linglang Jade Gourd was refined again, and the imprint of Feng Wuliang's soul was completely erased. At this time, this gourd had become Ning Daoran's natal magic weapon, and its positioning was - a treasure bowl!
outside world.
The news about the fight in Xiping Lake had been circulating for many days. Some cultivators in the city saw Ning Daoran and Feng Wuliang fighting, but they disappeared during the fight.
Moreover, no one knew that the old Confucian scholar was Feng Wuliang, the ancestor of the Feng family, and no one knew that Feng Wuliang was already dead.
Only the Feng family and several senior family members knew that the ancestor had gone out to "do business", and not long after, the soul tablet that Feng Wuliang left in the ancestral land was broken.
At this time, the Feng family kept it a secret and did not dare to announce the death of their ancestor to the outside world.
If the outside world gets to know about this, the Feng family will be removed from the Jindan family, and those families that covet the Feng family's spiritual veins will become restless and eat up the Feng family like a pack of wolves devouring a fat cow.
This is actually the same as keeping the death a secret.
…
Inside the city, a patrolling monk found Ning Daoran and asked him about the fight in the lake.
Ning Daoran only said that the other party was a robbery cultivator, and that he escaped by water escape during the fight, and he never saw the other party again after that.
The patrolling monks couldn't find the other party's body, so they had to give up.
As for the Duckweed House...
Chen Ping'er was still trembling with fear, worrying that the great Jindan monk Feng Wuliang would come to massacre Fu Ping Fang, but ten days had passed and there had been no movement.
On the contrary, Ning Daoran collected 3,000 spirit stones in ten days! Finally, Fu Ping Fang could not bear it anymore. Late one night, Chen Ping'er found Ning Daoran with the Heavenly Thunder Formation and returned the formation to him.
If it is not returned, all the profits from the workshop will be used to fill the bottomless pit of rent for the Zhutian Fu Lei Array.
Thus, life in Fan Book City returned to peace again.
…
Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.
This year, Ning Daoran was 147 years old, and it was the seventh year since he left the Chaos Sect.
Life in the book city was extremely leisurely. Every day, he urged Bai Lu to practice the Wind and Thunder Hammer Technique, played chess with old man Ou Yeping under a tree, or listened to music in the brothels in the city under the guidance of Sang Ping'an.
However, apart from all this, Ning Daoran would often release batches of B-grade paper figures, letting these B-grade paper figures search around the border areas of Qingzhou and Kuizhou, looking for opportunities.
Half a year later, he finally found an opportunity.
In the dense forest a thousand miles south of Fanshu City, the second-grade paper man discovered an ancient cultivator's cave. The restrictions in this cave were extremely complicated. It was conceivable that the cultivation level of that ancient cultivator would not be too low.
Ning Daoran sent out Class B paper men to investigate the situation near the cave several times, and found no signs of being discovered by anyone, so he sent out Class A paper men to collect information about related restrictions.
And he himself was in Fanshu City, wandering around the major markets, collecting all the materials needed to break the ban, and then he was ready to take action.
A few months later, Ning Daoran went out and explored the cave of the nameless ancient monk alone!
(End of this chapter)