Chapter 208 Invitation From the Li Family

When Lu Ping's words fell into Li Erqiang's ears, it was like throwing a fish that was about to dry up into the water, and his whole body suddenly came alive, and everyone around him also "buzzed" to the exploded pot, and then quickly calmed down. Listen to Lu Ping's explanation.

Lu Ping pondered for a while, and said: "This is the thousand-year-old precious spiritual grass that is needed to refine a strange medicine pill. Generally, alchemists seldom use it, so few people know it. I need this thing to refine it now. A kind of elixir, if you have any needs, I will try my best to meet them."

When everyone heard that these three dark weeds were actually millennium spiritual grasses, they had already exclaimed. They didn't expect such treasures to appear in this market where mortals and monks mixed together!

Hearing Lu Ping's words, everyone fell silent, looking at Li Erqiang who was standing beside Lu Ping, who was already stupid, to see what request he would make.

However, Li Erqiang is still immersed in great joy now, and he just murmured: "It really is a treasure, brother, you saw it, it really is a treasure, someone finally recognized it..."

Seeing Li Erqiang's agitated expression, Lu Ping was afraid that he would not be able to get rid of this huge emotional gap in a short time, and that it might affect his cultivation after a long time, so he coughed. Li Erqiang came back in shock.

Li Erqiang glanced at Lu Ping gratefully, and said: "If senior didn't know these three spiritual grasses today, this junior would have to give up this treasure in despair. Therefore, this junior will only follow senior's orders."

Lu Ping smiled, secretly thinking that this person is considered shrewd, and the millennium spirit grass is too far away from the monks in the blood refining period, and it might be his crime, so he said: "Forget it, I don't take advantage of you, these three plants Although the millennium spiritual grass is rare, it is useless even for ordinary monks to know it. I am the only one who needs to use this thing for a secret technique. I think your cultivation has reached the peak of the blood refining period, and you must be preparing for blood lysis. There is a hemolysis pill in this jade bottle, it is enough to help you break through the hemolysis period."

When Li Erqiang heard the "Hemolytic Pill", his mind was blank, he took the jade bottle from Lu Ping dumbly, and after being reminded by Xiao Sima, he regained his composure and nodded his thanks tremblingly.

Lu Ping waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and find a place to retreat and practice. Before hemolysis is successful, it's best not to leave these three cities."

Li Erqiang's slack gaze was finally startled, he understood something, pretended to glance around inadvertently, and saw a few people's eyes flickering, and he didn't know what they were planning, obviously because of some spell cast by Lu Ping, the people next to him He didn't hear Lu Ping's reminder to him.

Li Erqiang hurriedly bowed to Lu Ping, and hurriedly walked out of the market. After a while, Lu Ping found that there were a few monks who set up stalls in the market, calmly put away their own business, and walked towards the direction Li Erqiang left as if nothing had happened. go.

Lu Ping shook his head, and continued to visit the market under the leadership of Xiao Sima. With the example of Li Erqiang, many people in the market took out some of their own things from the bottom of the box for Lu Ping to appreciate, but Lu Ping never met someone like Li Erqiang again. Surprisingly, even so, Lu Ping found a few five-hundred-year-old precious spirit grasses, which was considered a small gain.

But even so, those few people who have been appreciating the spirit grass are very grateful. These spirit herbs are too remote, and ordinary monks even alchemists don't know them. There may be one or two of the three major families, and they are usually people who can't see their heads and tails. How can everyone curry favor.

In the blink of an eye, one day passed, and Lu Ping returned to the cave with the excited little Sima. No wonder many monks like to visit the mortal market. Grass' appreciation and cognition was greatly satisfied from the admiring eyes of those casual cultivators around him, and he was quite high-spirited and pointing the country. Thinking of this, Lu Ping couldn't help smiling. It seems that cultivators usually It is not much different from ordinary people.

He gave Xiao Sima a salary of ten spirit stones, and repeatedly begged Lu Ping to find him if he had anything to do. Seeing that he agreed and left Xiao Sima happily, Lu Ping smiled and went back to the cave to start retreating. build.

The last five days of practice only allowed Lu Ping to relieve the exhaustion of his mana and exhaustion caused by the continuous battle for several days, but as Lu Ping's cultivation base became more and more profound, this situation rarely occurred in fighting. If it appears, it will not be able to recover completely in a short time.

Lu Ping swallowed a elixir, and began to practice Qi and meditate on the juling futon. The powerful recovery function of "Beihai Tingtao Jue" engulfed the aura around Lu Ping's body, and it was refined into the blood veins bit by bit to supplement the internal energy. Losing money, at this time Lu Ping's bloodline was like a hungry glutton, devouring all the spiritual power one by one, refining it into traces of mellow magic power.

However, whenever Lu Ping's kung fu moves into the blood in his right chest, a sharp sword energy is born out of thin air, stinging Lu Ping's blood, and hindering the running of the kung fu, making Lu Ping run the "Beihai Tingtao Jue" "Slow for a while out of thin air.

Lu Ping's face became a little gloomy, he didn't expect the sword energy of Jin Li to be so difficult to deal with.

On that day, Lu Pingyuan thought that the all-powerful attack of Jin Li, who had been weakened by him layer by layer, only caused him a slight injury. However, every time Lu Ping practiced his kung fu in the past few days, he would produce a scar near the wound on his right chest. While the sharp sword energy prevented the wound from healing, it also affected Lu Ping's cultivation. At the same time, the pain like cutting flesh was really unbearable.

Careless! Lu Ping smacked his lips fiercely, worthy of being called a magic weapon, worthy of being called a Daoist Alchemist!

Presumably, Master Jinli kept this sword energy in Lu Ping's body. Apart from affecting Lu Ping's cultivation, it also had a function of leaving a mark on Lu Ping's body, even if Lu Ping ran out of the range of perception of Master Jinli. , he can also quickly find Lu Ping himself through this residual sword energy.

This sword energy must be expelled from the body as soon as possible!

In the next three months, Lu Ping returned to the previous state of ascetic practice again. Apart from practicing daily, he was alchemy. Every half a month and twenty days, he would take Xiao Sima to various shops and mortal markets in Sanjia City. Turn it around and sweep the five hundred years of spiritual grass inside.

But obviously, even if the three black spirit grasses were excluded last time, Lu Ping would not have the same harvest as when he bought it for the first time, but Lu Ping didn't care.

On the contrary, people in the mortal market regard Lu Ping as an expert. People often ask Lu Ping for some spiritual grass knowledge. Lu Ping does not refuse to answer them one by one. The spirit grass sold to Lu Ping.

It is not easy for casual practitioners to cultivate, and they are often incomplete inheritance. For these monks, any knowledge in the cultivation world is precious. At least these explanations about spirit grass can allow them to gain more when they are exploring in the wild. , in exchange for more cultivation resources.

What Lu Ping didn't realize was that when he was explaining to others, the little Sima who was following behind Lu Ping listened quietly all the time. Instead of a loose expression, he hurried back to his residence. Lu Ping smiled and didn't care.

The mana in Lu Ping's body moves along with the blood, like a big river that flows endlessly. The rolling torrent splits mountains and valleys along the way, moving towards the goal. However, halfway, there is always a sword energy, as if inserted horizontally in the river. A huge boulder made the torrent helplessly go around.

Then, after the continuous erosion of the torrent, the boulder was finally smoothed and then loosened. Today, the torrent finally launched a final impact on it. The boulder swayed, and finally moved its position a little bit. Wrapped by the rolling torrent, it rushed downstream.

Lu Ping drew a stream of clear water from the crystal glazed bowl. Under Lu Ping's command, the clear water seemed to run around him like a river. At the same time, it interpreted the movement of the blood in Lu Ping's body. Suddenly, a wave splashed from the river, and the wave immediately turned into a A small sword, like a small fish wagging its head and tail, got out of the river and began to have fun around Lu Ping's body.

Immediately after that came the second wave, the third, the fourth, ... until the 81st small swordfish appeared vividly in front of the land surface.

There were still waves splashing in the river, but this time the waves just turned into a water sword, but it was no longer as nimble as a swordfish. It just held its edge and guarded Lu Ping's surroundings.

After splashing a total of 324 waves, the small river seemed to suddenly become docile, just flowing smoothly, no more waves splashing, but restrained with an indomitable artistic conception.

Lu Ping looked at the more than three hundred sword lights in front of him, and at the same time eighty-one sword lights that reached the psychic state, and smiled in relief. Finally, it was a blessing in disguise. After half a year of hard work, he not only refined the spirit that Daoist Jin Li left in Lu Ping's body. The sword qi that is always making trouble, and the kung fu practiced by Daoist Jin Li belongs to the same category as Lu Ping, which can be used for reference. While refining this sword qi, Lu Ping actually made himself quite comprehensible in the realm of swordsmanship, and the level of swordsmanship Take it to the next level.

It's just that the progress in this cultivation base is not great. Although there is no shortage of pills, Lu Ping is still quite helpless to observe the eighth hemolytic beads in the core space that have finally grown to the size of the other seven. After all, Xin Dan was a coincidence, even though it claims to be harmless, it prolongs the training time.

Lu Ping, who was able to get out of the gate, saw a golden sound-transmission invitation amulet floating on the protective formation outside the cave. This is actually no different from ordinary sound-transmission amulets, but the production is more gorgeous and formal, and it is usually used as an invitation card.

Lu Ping stretched out his hand to beckon the invitation, and his spiritual sense penetrated into it. After a while, Lu Ping narrowed his eyes playfully, and said to himself: "Is it an invitation from the Li family? This is quite interesting."

———————————

I am accumulating strength and preparing to explode. After reading it, please bookmark it. Sleeping autumn has unlimited power!