Chapter 208 Genshan Zhenren

The green snake demon was entrenched between several green rocks, with a very long tongue sticking out. Its vertical pupils were staring straight at the person in front of it, appearing extremely nervous.

Obviously, the other party was only in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm. Logically speaking, there was no need to be afraid of a monster in the early stage of the third order. However, the Green Snake Demon felt frightened and felt that this person was extremely dangerous.

"Hong~~~"

Suddenly, a powerful indigo-colored wood-attributed magic power burst out, and then a huge green arm suddenly fell from the sky and pressed down the green snake monster's head fiercely.

When its lower jaw hit the boulder heavily, the snake demon vomited blood immediately, and its eyes could hardly open.

The difference in spiritual pressure between the two was so great that the winner was decided in just one move.

In the wind, Ning Daoran raised his left hand, and four golden swords broke through the wind and instantly pierced through the four vital parts of the snake demon.

“Hiss—”

This third-level snake demon had been rampant in Qingzhou for many years, but no one expected that it would end up being killed inexplicably. After letting out a howl, its body fell limply.

Ning Daoran raised his hand gently and sucked out a demon pill from the snake demon's head.

"Um?"

He was slightly surprised. This demon pill was crystal clear and glowed with azure blue light. It was a wood-attributed demon pill, and it was actually a pure demon pill. It was quite good! Back then, the Nine Cloud Sect's Du Ye Zhenren was killed by the Soul Devouring Demon, the Golden Cloud Monster and others because of a pure demon pill. This shows the value of a pure demon pill.

Ning Daoran silently put the demon pill into the storage ring and kept it for now, as it would be useful in the future.

Immediately, he put the body of the green snake monster into the storage bag. The materials of the third-level monster are extremely precious. The snake skin can be used to refine talisman paper, the snake bones can be used to refine weapons, and the snake meat can be used to feed fire ants and small black spots. Each has its own uses.

"I'm leaving."

This time, he was satisfied. He flicked his sleeves lightly, turned into a flash of light, left the place and returned to Fanshu City.

…

Sword forging shop.

Ning Daoran still led a leisurely life every day, farming and raising fish in Lingpu Cave. The flesh of the big green snake was also used to feed Xiao Heizi and the fire-eating ants. As for the snake bones, it was a little disappointing. There was no natal bone. It was just an ordinary thing for refining weapons, so he gave it to the fire-eating ants.

Fire-eating ants devour everything and will eat anything as long as there is enough spiritual energy. In less than half a month, they had eaten all the bones of the green snake monster.

As for the things in the mountains, Sang brought back some news on Christmas Eve.

It is said that many people died in the mountains, and the county magistrate ordered that the Zhenxian Tower in Fanshu City should send people to look for the murderer. Several captains went, but in the end nothing was found.

Sang Ping'an was quite emotional, saying that one of the captains was a very famous "detective" in Fanshu City. He seemed to have found out that the massacre of mortals was related to Mo Xinglie, the young master of the Divine Weapon Sect.

But they can only investigate so far. Once Mo Xinglie is involved, the superiors will issue a strict order prohibiting further investigation.

Not to mention the mayor of Fanshu City, even the mayor of this county did not dare to touch Mo Xinglie easily.

Not only is Mo Xinglie Mo Yunting's beloved, he is also the leader of the Divine Weapon Sect. The Divine Weapon Sect supplies a large number of top-grade weapons every year, and even produces a "divine weapon" comparable to a magic weapon every few decades. Such a behemoth naturally cannot be moved lightly.

Besides, Mo Yunting is a great cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm. This level of cultivation alone is enough to prevent the imperial court from acting rashly.

So, the matter ended up being left unresolved.

Although Ning Daoran knew the secret, he was too lazy to wade into this muddy water. The evil consequences of Mo Xinglie's evil deeds would eventually backfire, so as long as it didn't affect him, it would be fine.

…

Thus, two years passed in a hurry.

This year, Ning Daoran was 149 years old.

Lingpu Cave, in front of the wooden house.

"call--"

Ning Daoran exhaled a breath of foul air, and green smoke rose from his forehead. Wisps of sword intent circulated around his body, forming an extremely gorgeous Tai Chi Bagua Dharma image.

Just now, he spent a full 30,000 years of intensive practice and finally pushed the Liang Yi Sword Art to the peak, practicing from the state of transformation to returning to nature!

Now, his Yin-Yang sword power is unrivaled in the world. Even the ancestor of the Liangyi Sect who is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul would probably say "this boy is truly a monster" when he sees him.

But I don’t know what Lin Xuyan would think if he knew that Ning Daoran had easily cultivated the Liangyi Sword Technique to the point of returning to its original state.

"Senior Ning."

Sang Ping'an's voice was heard from the outside world.

"Um?"

Ning Daoran walked out of the Lingpu Cave, took the rattan ball from Xiaobai's waist and tied it around his own waist, then walked out the door and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Fairy Chen from Fu Ping Fang asked me to tell you that everyone at the trade fair has gathered and it will be this afternoon. If you want to go, please don't be late."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Ning Daoran has been paying attention to this trade fair for a long time.

According to Chen Ping'er, a great monk named Genshan Zhenren wanted to sell a third-stage late dragon bird feather. This treasure was extremely precious and Fu Ping Fang could not afford it with its size.

Therefore, Master Genshan only intended to use this dragon bird feather to exchange for the treasure he desired, hence this trade fair. As for whether Master Genshan could take out this treasure, it depended on whether the treasures of other people at the trade fair were worthy of his attention.

Ning Daoran decided to give it a try.

After all, his real feather fan is only a second-level spiritual weapon, and now it can no longer keep up with his cultivation. If he can get that dragon bird real feather, then with the help of other materials, he will have a good chance of refining a magic-level dragon bird fan.

If he could refine the Dragon Bird Fan, Ning Daoran would naturally have another way to use the True Yang Furnace Art! ...

In the afternoon, people were coming and going in Fu Ping Fang.

Ning Daoran disguised himself as a young monk wearing a Taoist robe and with slightly high cheekbones. He exuded the aura of a golden elixir. After entering the Duckweed House, he looked at Chen Ping'er and said, "Fairy Chen."

"ah?"

Chen Ping'er was slightly startled, and hurriedly bowed respectfully: "This senior looks a little unfamiliar... Why did you come to my Fu Ping Fang..."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, I am Ning Daoran!"

His voice transmission made Chen Ping'er open her mouth slightly in amazement.

After all... the aura Ning Daoran was releasing at this time was the real golden elixir aura! In the world of immortal cultivation, it is not difficult to suppress one's own cultivation aura to a lower level by means of breath-retaining methods, and many cultivators can do it, but it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to simulate an aura higher than one's own cultivation! A skilled cook cannot cook without rice. If one does not have that cultivation, it is impossible to release the corresponding aura.

Although Chen Ping'er knew that Ning Daoran must have hidden his strength, and that he was not only at the initial stage of foundation building, she never thought that Ning Daoran had actually already formed a pill! "Fellow Daoist Chen, my current identity is Master Zhang, a casual cultivator from Qingzhou."

"Okay, I understand!"

Chen Ping'er smiled and said, "Master Zhang, if that's the case, please follow me. The exchange will begin soon."

"Thank you!"

Fu Ping Fang, backyard.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

In a courtyard with at least twenty layers of restrictions, two Jindan great monks and two foundation building late stage monks were already there.

One of the great Jindan monks was an old man wearing a gray cloak. His face was hidden in the cloak and could not be seen clearly. If he used pupil techniques or spiritual sense, it would be quite disrespectful and would easily anger the other party.

Ning Daoran knew another Jindan master, Mo Shaoting, who was in the early Jindan stage, the grand elder of the Divine Weapon Sect, and the younger brother of Mo Yunting.

I didn't expect that this Jindan cultivator would also appear in Fupingfang.

That's right. If there is no cultivator of equal cultivation, who will Genshan Zhenren trade with? "Everyone, this is Zhenren Zhang, a casual cultivator from Qingzhou, who will also participate in this trade fair." Chen Ping'er briefly introduced.

"Friend Zhang, I am sorry for your disrespect."

Zhenren Genshan and Mo Shaoting both greeted them politely, while the two cultivators in the late foundation building stage seemed even more respectful.

"Since everyone is here, shall we start now?" said Master Genshan.

"Okay, everyone, please come this way."

Chen Ping'er personally led everyone into a secret room and immediately opened the ban, isolating the room from the outside world.

Ning Daoran sat down, very low-key and silent.

Chen Ping'er sat down next to him.

"Let's start with the two youngsters who are building their foundation. What do you two fellow Taoists think?" asked Zhenren Genshan.

"good."

Mo Shaoting and Ning Daoran nodded and chuckled in unison, fully displaying the demeanor of seniors.

Suddenly, the Mediterranean-haired man in the middle stage of foundation building took out a 2,500-year-old Shengyuan Flower. This kind of elixir is the main ingredient for refining the third-level elixir Shengyuan Pill, which can improve the cultivation of the early stage of Jindan.

Mo Shaoting's eyes lit up. It just so happened that he was in the early stage of Golden Core.

In the end, Mo Shaoting bought the Shengyuan Flower for three thousand spirit stones.

Afterwards, the beautiful woman in the late foundation building stage took out a treasure box. In the box was a pill that emitted a strong medicinal fragrance and had five green elixir patterns.

Ning Daoran was well versed in alchemy and could tell at a glance that this was actually a top-grade Luochen Pill!

This young woman has an extraordinary identity. She actually has top-grade Luochen Pills. She must be either rich or noble!

"I, under the order of my ancestor, have brought this Dust-Falling Pill. I would like to exchange it for the Dragon Bird True Feather in Senior Genshan's hand. What do you think?"

The young woman spoke in a soft and sweet voice, which was very pleasant to the ears.

"oh?"

Gen Shan said, "Little girl, the family that can produce the Dust-Falling Pill is not simple. Which family are you from?"

"Yizhou, Huang family."

"oh……"

Gen Shan Zhenren smiled faintly: "Unfortunately, my descendants are not good enough, and none of them have reached the late stage of foundation building, so this Luochen Pill is useless to me. Moreover, although Luochen Pill is rare, it is still a little short of the mark of a third-grade top-quality dragon bird feather."

The young woman nodded helplessly.

The Mediterranean Foundation Building Master standing by his side had his eyes light up: "Daoyou, this Luochen Pill..."

"You don't have to think about it, sir."

The young woman showed no mercy and said, "My ancestor is playing nearby and said that the Falling Dust Pill can only be exchanged for a Dragon Bird Feather. If that fails, I will use it to make the pill."

Mediterranean looked disappointed.

"Daoyou Zhang."

Genshan Zhenren looked over from behind his cloak and said, "I wonder what rare treasures Fellow Daoist Zhang has. Are you coming to this gathering for this old man's Dragon Bird Feather?"

"Exactly."

Ning Daoran frowned, and gently tapped his storage bag. Suddenly, a crystal clear, indigo-colored demon pill floated out of the air. He said, "A pure demon pill, I wonder if it can attract Daoist Genshan?"

(End of this chapter)