The market price of Yihuo Nongjiao is 3,000 True Pills.

Zhou Dao needs at least three catties to cultivate [Huoshen Zang], that is, 90,000 True True Pills.

You must know that the original price of this intermediate-level spiritual mansion in Mingdong Building was only 8,000 True True Pills, and it only needed 5,600 after the discount.

90,000 True True Pills are already sky-high for Zhou Dao.

Before leaving the capital, Jing Wuchen once purchased a Grade 1 magic tool from the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce, named [Yunluo Umbrella].

This magic weapon is made from silk spit by [Mica Celestial Silkworm].

You must know that a [Mica Celestial Silkworm] at the level of the first realm monster can only spit out three or two silk threads in a year, and its preciousness can be imagined.

Even so, that [Yunluo Umbrella] only bought 29,000 True True Pills.

Even so, Jing Wuchen felt that it was expensive to buy.

He said that the market of [Mica silkworm] has been so good in recent years, and the price has skyrocketed one after another, just because [Black Sky Sect] has a madman who killed and killed the mica silkworm, and almost completely pulled out the foundation of this monster in the south.

This has led to a sharp decrease in the number of mica celestial silkworms, and the [mica celestial silk] produced by them is in short supply, and the price naturally rises.

Otherwise, if the [Yunluo Umbrella] was placed two years ago, 15,000 True Pills could be taken.

90,000 True True Pills, even at the highest market price of [Yunluo Umbrella], would be enough to buy three pieces and still have enough money.

"It's really expensive to ride a horse."

Zhou Dao only felt bitterness at the corner of his mouth, he suddenly felt that he was a poor man.

Along the way, although I gained a lot of treasures by sacrificing my ancestors, most of them were used up.

There is no way, he is now a master of the Yuanyuan Realm. He is in possession of the two real souls of the Dragon Primordial King. His strength is comparable to half a step, and the consumption of resources is a hundred times that of the ordinary Yuanyuan Realm.

Except for the resources that have been consumed, the remaining treasures are basically useless and worth little money.

The only ones that can be obtained are [Lightning Fire Wings] and [Black Dragon Sword].

These two great first-grade instruments are no trivial matter. In terms of quality, they are far above the [Yunluo Umbrella]. If they really want to sell them, they should be able to sell them for 90,000 True Pills.

But Zhou Dao was reluctant to give up, these two treasures cost him a lot of hard work, day and night sacrifices, and gradually channeled, he used them very easily.

In addition, the spiritual furnace should also be able to sell for a good price.

This treasure was passed down from the Pan Huangmen. It can smelt magical instruments and upgrade the quality. In terms of value, it is more than [Thunder Fire Twin Wings] and [Black Dragon Sword], and it can't be shot.

As for the wordless stele fragments of Changshengmen, the treasures of Yuanwang's magic sword can't even see the light.

It seems that there are not many treasures that can be realized in Zhou Dao's hands.

"I would have given the morgue to a pot if I knew it earlier."

Zhou Dao faintly regretted that there were many corpses of monsters stored in Yu Yaosi's morgue.

That thing is a huge industrial chain, Yaozhen, medicinal materials, ingredients, utensils... It is almost closely related to the life of the nobles in the capital.

Originally, Zhou Dao really wanted to get involved, but the entanglement of interests inside was too complicated, so he suppressed this thought.

Now that I think about it, I'm still not too ruthless.

"Brother Zhou, let me ask for you?" Ming Donglou looked at Zhou Dao's dazed expression and reconfirmed.

There are one or two hundred Longhu Mountain disciples who have been stationed in Zhenlu Mountain all year round. They each have a chance encounter, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no characters who treasure [Different Fire Nectar].

With the strength of Mingdong Building, if you ask around, there will still be an echo.

"Brother Lao Ming." Zhou Dao pretended to be calm and said with a smile.

At this moment, he is not very hopeful. After all, 90,000 True Pills are too expensive.

"It's okay."

Mingdonglou waved his hand, turned and left the martial arts field.

Zhou Dao looked at his retreating back, and felt melancholy. Wushen Zang's sky-defying secret enhancement technique is really not that easy to cultivate.

"You'd better not get too close to him."

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind.

The little black cat, like a phantom, sprang out from nowhere, walking silently, and clicking on the ground with all four feet.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Dao wondered.

"He's not a good guy."

"Mingdong Building!?" Zhou Dao was startled.

"Of course it's him." There was a hint of vigilance in the little black cat's eyes.

"What's up with him?"

Zhou Dao is a little unclear, so Ming Donglou is devoted to swordsmanship, and he doesn't care much about other things. He can be regarded as taking care of Zhou Dao.

"He's practicing frontal washing, not a good class." The little black cat shook his head.

"Front washing technique? What is that?" Zhou Dao asked.

"In ancient times, if a knife maker made a good knife, he needed a thousand knives to cut it."

"We strike each other with knives every day, and if they are useless, they will be replaced again. Until a thousand knives have been used up, that good sword will be sharpened and sharpened."

The little black cat said with his demon eyes: "That's how the front washing technique of Longhu Mountain is."

"That man is a knife, Qian Feng has been scrapped, and determination has been made."

"You mean..."

Zhou Dao's heart skipped a beat.

"Under the Dragon Tiger Mountain, wash the edge, the ghosts cry, the gods and the gods are heartbroken!"

The little black cat said lightly: "That kind of technique is like a knife, trained like a human, sharpened like a heart, and buried like a life."

Zhou Dao was silent.

Longhu Mountain's [Front Washing Technique] is famous for its ferocity.

According to legend, this technique ranks among the top five methods of refining swords in the world.

From childhood, a thousand young people with different aptitudes have to be selected, gathered in one place, and taught the method.

These 1,000 teenagers are all practicing the [Front Washing Technique], and as they practice day and night, the gap between them will become apparent.

Between them, they are both knives and whetstones, sharpening each other and refining their sharpness.

There were fewer and fewer knives, but the edge became more and more concentrated, until at the end there was only one person left. He devoured everyone's edge and achieved his own determination.

Thousands of people sharpen a knife, who is the sharpest in the world! ?

"Mingdonglou, is that knife!?"

Zhou Dao's expression moved slightly, no wonder this man could practice the terrifying secret technique of [Six Arms Ming Wang].

King Ming produces karmic fire, and the world is purgatory.

This technique has been cultivated to the extreme, and wherever the blade reaches, the corpse is in a sea of ​​blood.

On weekdays, once the warm and quiet Mingdonglou used a knife, it would be like a different person, hiding the blade in the sheath, if it didn't fire, it would be like a thunderbolt, and the world would change color.

Zhou Dao didn't know how fierce this man would be if he moved the sixth knife.

"People who practice the front cleaning technique are not normal, you'd better stay away from him, don't get too close." The little black cat warned.

"You know a lot." Zhou Dao glanced at it and said with a deep meaning.

"That's natural." The little black cat raised his head and walked towards the exit of the martial arts field with graceful steps.

"Little Heihei, what's your relationship with Longhu Mountain?" Zhou Dao was curious and chased after him.

"I won't tell you."

"Hahaha, I just like your arrogance."

"Be nice to me, and I will have your good fruit to eat in the future."

"Am I not good to you?"

"You still ask me?"

The figure of one person and one cat gradually disappeared on the martial arts field. In front of the incense table, the wisps of incense wafted like clouds and mist.

…

Late at night, True Furnace Mountain, Intermediate Spirit Palace.

In the eggshell-like quiet room, red danxia surging, shrouded in a pool made of purple crystals.

There was a boiling liquid like nectar in it, and the eighteen nine-star talismans hanging in the air around the terrifying temperature drop burned to the point of collapse.

"Different fire nectar is really no trivial matter. Without this dazzling cold crystal, it really can't be contained."

There was a smug smile in Wu Keming's eyes. He took off his Taoist robe and admired the banned strange fire melt from a distance.

This kind of heaven and earth spirit is said to be able to melt all metals in the world, and no metal container can hold it.

However, this dazzling cold crystal can easily withstand the temperature of the different fire nectar, and even suppress his madness.

The so-called one thing falls one thing, probably is the case.

"Unfortunately, this thing is of no use to me."

Wu Keming blinked. He didn't practice fire-attribute magic, neither alchemy nor weapon refining. The different fire nectar was of little value to him.

Even so, it is a great blessing for this kind of treasure to fall into his hands.

You must know that among the closed-door disciples in Zhenlushan, his strength is not top-notch, and he can squeeze into the top fifty at most.

However, he was the only one who discovered the secret of that lake and obtained treasures such as Different Fire Nectar.

"This is my chance. As long as I can gain insight into the secrets of that lake, what is Mingdong Building, Xu Weiyi? I don't even care about the owner of the highest peak."

A terrifying gleam flashed in Wu Keming's eyes, as if a leopard had seen its prey and was ready to go.

Three months ago, he discovered a lake in a deep valley three hundred miles away from Zhenlu Mountain.

Originally, he was just tracking a monster, and he passed by by chance. Who would have thought that a second-grade magic weapon would fly out of the lake.

This surprised Wu Keming. He went deep into the lake, but found that there was an extremely powerful restriction under it, which even his strength could not break through.

So, Wu Keming waited beside the lake and observed it secretly.

That piece of amber, every once in a while, will spray out treasures.

The first time was the second-grade magic weapon [Glass Purple Lightning Lamp].

The second spray was [Dazzling Cold Crystal Pond].

The third spray was a gourd of Zhenzhen Dan, with a total of 10,000.

Until the fifth time, he obtained [Different Fire Nectar].

Wu Keming was ecstatic, he knew that there must be a great secret hidden under the lake, as long as he could understand this secret.

His life will be reversed, and those high-ranking fellow demons in the past will be trampled under his feet and worship him.

"I must seize this opportunity firmly."

Wu Keming waved his hand, Xuan Hanjing trembled slightly, and the cold air seeped out from each spar, completely isolating the different fire nectar.

"Junior Brother Wu, come out and meet."

At this moment, a thick and heavy voice resounded outside the Lingfu, and the sound was like thunder.

"Chen Weiyi!?"

Wu Keming's complexion changed slightly. Among his classmates in Zhenlushan, what he feared most was Chen Weiyi, not just because the opponent's strength could rank among the top ten in Zhenlushan.

More because, before entering Longhu Mountain to practice, Wu Keming was just a servant of Chen Weiyi's family.

It was only because he had some talent and fortune that he had an elder next to him and served him day and night before he was promoted and had the status he has today.

However, whenever he saw Chen Weiyi, the memory of being a slave would come to his mind involuntarily.

Wu Keming didn't dare to neglect, and hurried out to meet him.

"Senior Brother Chen, I didn't know you were coming, so I neglected you." Seeing Chen Weiyi, Wu Keming hurriedly apologized.

There was an elder behind him, but Chen Weiyi was the confidant of Senior Brother Wang Tong.

"Junior Brother Wu, it's so comfortable, Zhenlushan has entered the mouse, can you still be at ease?"

Chen Weiyi's eyes flashed with thunder, revealing irreversible majesty.

Wu Keming shivered, and a picture came to his mind.

That year, he was only seven years old. In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, he was stripped naked and hung in the yard. In front of all the servants, Chen Weiyi beat him thirty whips and lost half his life.

At this moment, that feeling seems to be back.

"I also ask Senior Brother Chen to make it clear." Wu Keming said with sincerity and sincerity, dominated by the fears of the past.

"Ping'an Ruins is the forbidden area of ​​my Longhu Mountain, and now a little devil has set foot there."

Chen Weiyi's voice was icy cold: "Not to mention that the little thief Wang Xiaoyi has also returned."

"As a disciple of Longhu Mountain, don't you think you should do something?"

"Senior brother Chen is attached to the sect, which really makes the younger brother ashamed." Wu Keming sneered in his heart.

Heart sect? Didn't he value the magical powers of Immortal Master Zhuofeng who was stolen by Wang Xiaoyi! Pretend to be your mother! ?

"Starting today, stare at that little thief for me, and report any troubles to me as soon as possible. Do you understand?" Chen Weiyi said solemnly.

What is his status? Standing aloof, as famous as Ming Donglou, Ling Yexu, Chi Beilan and others, monitoring such things is naturally for a small person like Wu Keming to do it.

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely stare at them for a while." Wu Keming hurriedly responded.

Chen Weiyi nodded, did not linger, turned into a thunderous light and left.

Wu Keming looked at the long sky, Chen Weiyi's disappearing figure, the smile on his face gradually subsided, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Surveillance, I monitor your mother, grass, what."

Wu Keming scolded, he gritted his teeth, and finally held back his resentment. As long as he cracked the secret of the lake, he would be the first to use Chen Weiyi to open the knife, abolish his hands and feet, strip his clothes, and hang him in the real world. In front of Furnace Mountain, flogging fiercely.

…

It was late at night, and the full moon hung high, like the eyes of a fox.

Zhou Dao still stayed on the training ground, comprehending the mystery of the [Five Gods].

At this moment, a long and narrow figure gradually approached, as if a shadow was shrouded in it.

When Zhou Dao turned around, he saw Wang Xiaoyi approaching.

"In the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

"Brother Dao, do you want to sneak into the tomb of God for a walk?" Wang Xiaoyi lowered his voice.

"Huh?" Zhou Dao's heart moved, and his eyes lit up.

Of course he wanted to go in. There was something in the tomb that attracted Zhou Dao, and he still remembered that strong sense of summoning.

However, that is the place where Longhu Mountain buried the great powers of the past dynasties, and it is indeed not something he can break into at will.

"Do you have a solution?"

"You forgot how I stole my Great Reverse Life and Death Secret... learned it?" Wang Xiaoyi smiled strangely. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Yes." Zhou Dao's eyes lit up.

Why was Wang Xiaoyi being hunted down? Isn't it just because Chen Zhuofeng's great rebellious life and death formula was taken from the tomb of God?

"How did you do it?" Zhou Dao couldn't help asking.

hum…

The streamer in Wang Xiaoyi's hand turned, and a simple bronze mirror emerged, with rust spots on it, engraved with ancient dragon and phoenix seals around it, and strange runes behind it.

"This is a telescope, and it is through this that I learned the secret about Shen Zhuang."

"Looking through the mirror? What kind of treasure is this?" Zhou Dao asked.

"Hey, this thing can see the situation in the Lingfu of the disciples of Longhu Mountain."

"Huh? Peeping!?"

Zhou Dao's eyes widened, frighteningly bright.