Chapter 70: Wanfa (Congratulations to the lonely leader)
Eagle star.
In the bedroom.
Fang Xing lay on the bed, feeling a sense of peace from the bottom of his heart.
Recalling the second-level flying monster beast he had just seen, his eyes narrowed slightly: "There are differences between second-level monster beasts... This second-level flying beast gives me a stronger sense of oppression than the one I saw last time... Maybe it's a second-level mid-grade monster beast, or even a second-level high-grade monster beast?"
He had also seen the foundation-building cultivators in the market easily kill second-level monsters.
But Fang Xing believed that if it was this beast, the elder of Qingxuan Sect stationed in Fangcheng would have no choice but to flee! He might even be unable to escape due to the flying speed! "I am afraid that I am not qualified to fight a second-level monster now... even a low-level second-level monster..."
Fang Xing has a very clear understanding of his own strength.
Among the cultivators in the Qi training stage, he is definitely very good. As long as he doesn't encounter those with particularly extraordinary Qi training stage, he can basically sweep them all away.
However, it would be extremely dangerous when facing a cultivator who has established his foundation, or being besieged by cultivators in the late or perfect stage of Qi training.
The cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage have already awakened their 'divine consciousness', and their premonition of danger has increased greatly. Even if they use a laser gun, they may not be able to take him down.
Once the laser gun misses the first shot, it loses its concealment advantage, and it is even less likely that Fang Xing will hit it in the later stage - the opponent can't dodge the laser, but can dodge the muzzle! The second-level monster has thick skin and flesh, and its vitality is even stronger, so it's even harder to say.
Because of this, Fang Xing stayed on the Young Eagle Star for several days before daring to return to Qinglin Market.
A superior cave.
Everything is normal in the basement.
"Oh? It looks like the second-level monster has a strong sense of consciousness. It didn't find any life here, so it didn't come..."
Fang Xing was very satisfied that he didn’t have to move.
In the next few days, he consumed magical rice, took drugs and practiced martial arts as usual.
Although taking too many pills would cause poisoning, when he was promoted to the Jade Realm, he underwent a Muscle and Marrow Cleansing Exercise, which expelled most of the impurities that had accumulated in his body.
Moreover, the energy in the Unpolished Jade Realm is inexhaustible, tempering the internal organs, and the tolerance to elixir far exceeds that of the previous two realms.
In addition, Fang Xing intentionally controlled the dosage of the medicine, which was within the range of his body's tolerance. While his martial arts skills improved by leaps and bounds, his foundation was also extremely solid...
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"My progress in the Subduing Tiger Posture is very fast... But the Dragon Elephant Skill has been somewhat stagnant due to the lack of the Whale Elephant Ointment..."
A few days later, Fang Xing glanced at the attribute column and felt a little regretful: "The matter of searching for a substitute for whale elephant cream needs to be put on the agenda as soon as possible."
On the Eagle Star, even if there were alternatives, he had no channels, no ways, and no enough star power.
But here, it's obviously not a big problem.
early morning.
As usual, Fang Xing wore a black robe and covered his face, blending into the thick fog.
Occasionally, a few scattered figures appeared from the ruins and basements. They were all dressed as thickly as he was, holding magical tools and talismans in their hands, staring at everyone with vigilant eyes.
'The monks in this world are so unfriendly...'
He complained in his heart and came to the ghost market.
This was actually the stall area in the past, but it was later abandoned. Only a few monks took advantage of the thick fog in the early morning to trade, without having to worry about being discovered by monsters.
The fog is particularly thick today, and you can hardly see anyone if you walk three meters.
"It feels a bit strange. Maybe it's the special effect of some formation? Or maybe the formation master is taking advantage of the situation?"
Fang Xing came to a stall and found that what was on display was Fanmi.
"How is it? This rice is cheap. I'll give you 20 kilograms for one spirit stone..."
The person setting up the stall was a Qigong cultivator, but his cultivation level was probably only at the initial stage, and his face was all smiles.
"Before the market, ten kilograms of spiritual rice only cost one spiritual stone..."
Fang Xing was speechless.
Although cultivators in the Qi training stage cannot practice long-term fasting, look at what they have been forced into.
"Ah, what was the situation back then? What is the situation now?"
The stall owner sighed: "It's good to have something to eat... Wait until the remaining supplies in the ruins of the market are exhausted, then come back and have a look!"
Fang Xing knew very well that all the spiritual fields outside the market town had been abandoned, and the situation would only be worse next year.
The reason why these wandering cultivators stay here and would rather take the risk of being hunted by the occasional second-level monsters is that the environment in the wilderness is worse than here, and there is also the probability of encountering high-level monsters.
The second reason is that there are still some supplies in the ruins of the market town, and scavenging can occasionally yield some gains.
Even if the monsters come, we have so many people that it won't happen to us. We have a fluke mentality! The third is probably an illusory hope. The big sects outside may fight back! He shook his head and walked to another place.
"Brother, do you want to play?"
At a street corner, there stood several graceful female cultivators, all dressed up in fancy clothes. Seeing Fang Xing's burly figure without any sign of weakness, their eyes sparkled, "I used to run a legitimate business in Tingyu Tower. I'm proficient in the 72 moves of Dongxuanzi, the Nine Transformations of Fish and Dragon, and the art of Caizhan Chunti... I guarantee that this brother will be reluctant to leave. Just give him a few kilograms of spiritual rice or fasting pills..."
"Well, the price has dropped significantly compared to before..."
Fang Xing nodded secretly and walked away without looking around.
He came to the market to relax and look for materials to replace the "whale elephant cream". He would not be distracted by such trivial matters.
"As expected, this ghost market is not good. Next time, I'll go directly to the cave black market..."
Just when Fang Xing thought he would get nothing again today, he paused and stopped in front of a stall.
There were a few bottles of medicinal pills on the stall, and it was actually a very rare medicinal pill stall in the ghost market.
Although what they sell are some common elixirs, they are already quite good in today's environment.
The stall owner was an old monk with a half-broken ebony hairpin on his head and tattered robes on his body, looking rather miserable.
Even so, he still looked arrogant, with a faint scent of elixir lingering around his body, revealing his identity as an alchemist.
"Is it him? Wan Fenglin... this old guy is still alive?"
Fang Xing looked at the obviously down-and-out Wan Fenglin, the great alchemist, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
This guy was one step behind in the first battle of Five Scorpion Valley and had to use a life-saving talisman to escape. He was the first guy to be eliminated.
After that, Chen Yi had an internal conflict with Fu Qing of the Black Tiger Gang, and it had nothing to do with him.
But Fang Xing felt that the Black Tiger Gang would not let this person go, but he did not expect that he was still alive.
He naturally didn't know that Wan Fenglin was almost forced into a desperate situation back then, and even became a prisoner of the Black Tiger Gang. Fortunately, the Qingxuan Sect later entered the scene and suppressed the Black Tiger Gang. The leader of the Black Tiger Gang was even killed by a Jindan Zhenren. The huge Black Tiger Gang was directly disbanded, giving him a chance to escape from the tiger's mouth.
But his cultivation was severely damaged, and now he has fallen back to the third level of Qi training. Coupled with the disaster in the market town, his life is really difficult. He can hardly even put together his entire outfit.
"Fellow Daoist, you must buy some pills... This 'Golden Pill' can help you recover quickly from any injury. And this 'Spring Flower Pill', if you take it regularly, you can stay young forever..."
Wan Fenglin did not recognize Fang Xing, who had changed his body shape and was wearing a mask, and he enthusiastically introduced the pills on his stall.
Fang Xing took a quick look and could only say that it was all garbage.
No wonder you're getting worse the more you mess around.
He thought for a moment and took out the box that contained the 'Whale Elephant Cream'. The cream in it was naturally used up, but there was still some scent left, enough for the alchemist and pharmacist to confirm the medicinal properties: "I used this body-refining cream before, do you have any replacement stock?"
Wan Fenglin took it, sniffed it, and his expression changed: "This medicine is very powerful... I misjudged you. You don't look like a warrior, but a physical practitioner, or even a physical practitioner in the late stage of Qi training. You really have a very advanced Qi-retaining technique."
"It's good that you know!"
Fang Xing crossed his arms and asked coldly, "What's the result?"
"This medicine is very powerful. It probably contains second-level spiritual medicine and the flesh and blood of second-level monsters... I can't think of a substitute. Even Qingdanfang may not be able to provide it..."
Wan Fenglin returned the empty box to Fang Xing with a wry smile.
"Is that so? Well..."
Fang Xing shook his head. He had known that practicing the Dragon Elephant Technique was difficult, but he had not expected it to be so difficult.
The matching ointment actually involves a second-level item!
"Are you going to kill a second-level monster? The blood-refined magic weapon I have is quite handy for killing people, but it is almost impossible to break the defense of a second-level monster..."
"But Wan Fenglin's personality isn't very good... I'd better go ask Miss Xiao Rui next time."
He turned around and prepared to leave, but suddenly stopped.
To be honest, Wan Fenglin had intended to plot against him before, and he still remembers the grudge.
But looking at the other person's miserable and destitute appearance, it seems that being alive is a greater punishment.
"What else does this Taoist friend have to say?"
Wan Fenglin was stunned when he saw Fang Xing stop.
Then, he saw a low-grade spirit stone in Fang Xing's hand, and his eyes widened.
"I am quite interested in that secret place. Since you, Master Wan, have been there before, you must know some information. Tell me everything. If you can make me happy, all these spirit stones will be yours..."
Fang Xing took out a few low-grade spirit stones and played with them by swinging them in his hand.
Wan Fenglin's face changed drastically, as if he wanted to run but didn't dare to. In the end, all his expression turned into bitterness: "I really don't know what happened in the Five Scorpion Valley. Later, I escaped by luck... After I came back, I was targeted by the Black Tiger Gang and kidnapped..."
In fact, the Black Tiger Gang thought that Wan Fenglin knew some secret of the secret realm and was a talented alchemist, so they spared his life.
"On the contrary, I heard some news from the Black Tiger Gang..."
Seeing the flying spirit stone in Fang Xing's hand, Wan Fenglin swallowed his saliva: "Regarding that secret realm, some people say that it is the inheritance left by 'Master Wanfa'. It is very precious, so it attracted the Jindan Zhenren of Qingxuan Sect to come..."
"Master Wanfa?"
Fang Xing was a little confused, but he still threw a low-grade spirit stone over: "Go on..."
"Yes, yes..." Wan Fenglin's eyes lit up. Anyway, the secret realm must be occupied by monsters now, so it is considered useless. It would be great if he could sell a few spirit stones for these hearsay. "Speaking of this 'Master Wanfa', he is extraordinary. He was a famous genius a thousand years ago... It is said that his spiritual roots are poor, but he practiced all the way to break through the realm and has the cultivation base of perfect Dan..."
(End of this chapter)
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