Just a few hours ago, Zhang Shiping went to drain his poisonous blood, and after calling Bai Qi, he sacrificed all the Wutu apricot yellow magic circle in the big guard array, and then focused on performing "Liujia True Strategy Noon Fire" The exercises on the first volume fell into the oblivion of sitting and forgetting.

Of course Liang Gufeng's Wutu apricot-yellow formation is naturally not the large formation that could guard a Mahayana venerable dojo in ancient times. However, this was also arranged tens of thousands of years ago by those ancestors of Xuanyuanzong who were proficient in formations.

Although it can only activate a small part of the power now, it can also be regarded as the most extreme magic circle in the small world.

Even though Yuanxiao City is one of the few safe places in Nanzhou, given the current situation, Zhang Shiping had already had lingering fears when he was attacked by Ye Ning and was seriously injured, so he did not hesitate to waste the spirit stone , also opened up this formation.

In the quiet room of the cave mansion, after the Wuhuo essence that Zhang Shiping had condensed for many years turned into a fire lotus to wrap it, the spiritual energy from the spring of the spiritual eye came rolling in.

As for the brand of Bi Fang on the bronze lamp, which has not been moved for more than two hundred years, it is now glowing with blue aura, melting into the fire lotus.

Zhang Shiping's originally frail aura also blended in with Bi Fang's aura, just like the tender grass that grows from the ground after the wildfire starts, with a vigor and vigor, it grows at a speed visible to the naked eye. It became stronger and grew into a towering giant tree.

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At this moment, an old man in common clothes with a blue face came from the gate of Yuanxiao City. This man took out a low-grade spirit stone from his sleeve and threw it into the basket next to the black-armored monk defending the city.

"Hey, old man, what's the matter with you, change to a better spirit stone." The black-armored monk stopped the blue-faced old man with one hand, then stretched out his hand to grab the low-grade spirit stone from the pile of spirit stones that were already protruding from the basket. Lingshi.

"Brother, isn't the spirit stone good? Brother, I see that your face is terrible, it's terrible, Pleiades is destined to be rich and powerful, so don't be as knowledgeable as an old bone like me." The old man said with a smile.

"You old guy, you treat me as if I'm blind, and the spiritual power of the spirit stone is only half. You put it away, it's okay, then when you count it later, don't you let me make up for the gap? Just this time, it's not an example, if I see it again I won't let you use these little tricks." The black-armored monk said.

Reluctantly, the blue-faced old man took out a spirit stone from his cuff, put it in the basket, and hurriedly walked forward a few steps, but his steps stopped again, and he folded his body and smiled. , Resentfully took back the low-grade spirit stone that had lost its spiritual power from the black-armored monk.

"Brother, forgive me, it's really not easy to make a living. With this Lingshi, you can go to the Goulan to find several good-looking and good-looking people. It can't be wasted. Wait until the elder brother orders the value, why don't we go together?" The old man apologized with a smile Said.

"There are quite a few, you old guy is afraid that you will wet your pants when you pee in the middle of the night." The black-armored monk laughed. He has been guarding the city for so long, and he has seen many people of all kinds. Naturally, he has seen many people like the old man.

Under the urging of everyone behind him, the old man bowed and smiled apologetically, then turned and left quickly.

But when he turned around, he seemed to be a different person. He glanced in the direction of Liang Gufeng, and said in a serious voice, "This spirit stone of mine is quite old, nearly four hundred years old."

But this state seems to have never happened before, and the old man's face was full of laughter in a blink of an eye.

He lightly tossed the spirit stone in his hand, and sang in his mouth: "Shadow snorkeling, watching the shadows snorkeling under the sea, evil dragons and turtles and monsters, looking at the people in the city, everyone, the guts are trembling..."

The old man sang all the way and walked all the way, and his mood seemed to be happier.

Then he walked along the street, sometimes looking at the stalls on the side of the road, and sometimes looking in front of other people's shops, but he didn't go in and tossed back and forth several times.

It wasn't until the waiter who had greeted him several times became impatient and stopped yelling, that he smiled a few more times, walked to the next shop, and just went on his way.

Suddenly, when the old man passed by a restaurant, he took a few steps back and looked up towards the second floor. He hesitated for a while before walking in.

Just as the waiter in the restaurant was about to come forward to greet him, he waved his hand to stop him, and stepped on the wooden steps with ease, stepping up the ground.

When he came to the second floor, his eyes rolled around, and he glanced around, and saw a handsome red-haired monk sitting on the table in the corner of the building.

"This little brother, can you give me a glass of water and wine?" The blue-faced old man bowed and smiled.

The red-haired monk looked at the old man with a strange look. After a while, he emptied his glass, picked up the jug, and filled it with wine, "If you don't mind, let's sit down and have a drink together. But you shouldn't be here, at least not right now."

The blue-faced old man smiled and didn't respond, he sat down quickly, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip.

"Good wine is good wine, you can tell it is good wine by smelling it." The old man's face was full of satisfaction.

"How have you been these years~lightnovelpub.net~ the red-haired monk asked.

"Brother, are you talking to me?" the old man asked.

"Don't pretend, Xuanji is not here, what are you afraid of?" said the red-haired monk.

"Who is Xuanji, what nonsense is this little brother talking about?" The old man was puzzled.

Ming Xin heard the words, frowned and looked at the old man, a red light flashed in his eyes.

After a long time, he said to himself: "So it turns out that the true spirit can be so ignorant, which is rare in the world. It's just that at this level, I can sense my location in the dark. Since you don't want to see me, then forget it. When the time is right in the future, you and I will meet each other."

After finishing speaking, Mingxin glanced at Liang Gufeng, and a phantom of Bi Fang with red tattoos, blue texture and white beak appeared in his eyes, and then the figure faded away.

After a few breaths, the blue-faced old man looked at the wine glass in his hand, looked suspicious, and said to himself: "Strange, why did I appear here? It seems that my spiritual problems are getting more and more serious."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the old man picked up the jug, pointed his mouth directly at the spout, and drank in big gulps.

After drinking, he quickly wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, pretending nothing happened, got up and walked towards the stairs.

But as soon as he stepped down, a waiter upstairs followed him.

The old man walked towards the door on his own, while the waiter gestured to the shopkeeper on the counter with his eyes, and then shook his head lightly.

The shopkeeper quickly walked out of the counter, came to the old man, cupped his hands and said, "Is the Poguang wine that my brother ordered tastes good? My Zhang's wine is the best wine in Yuanxiao City. Sincerely a high-grade spirit stone."

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