Starting from the outer door, single-handedly challenge the cultivation world!

The huge Fangshi is like a grand and majestic city, comparable to the ancestral city of the Wu family.

It is different from the ethereal and clear fairyland.

In the square city, the atmosphere of the world is very strong.

Sikong Changming was walking in the market place, looking at the surrounding shops lined up row upon row, very numerous.

Those outside chambers of commerce also took root here.

Among the sects, the difference between high and low is very obvious.

A elixir enjoyed by the descendants of the grand masters and grand masters is a great opportunity for those poor monks.

Countless stalls gathered in front of Fangshi, occupying corners, very inconspicuous.

The monks who have accumulated a lot of money can of course rent a shop and open it in the city.

But those low-level disciples who have just arrived and are poor and clinking all over.

If you want to trade with people in the square market and obtain resources, but you can't afford high rental fees, you can only sell them at a stall.

An ordinary store with a very remote location and a narrow area requires a month's rent and a spirit pill.

Where the location is slightly better, the value doubles.

In the central area of ​​Fang City, those palaces and pavilions with magnificent furnishings and vast masks can only be occupied by big forces, and they are luxurious places where monks in the middle and third realms will set foot.

The rent for those positions is high, which is an unimaginable astronomical figure for ordinary disciples.

Looking at the bustling market around him, Sikong Changming thought for a while, but gave up the idea of ​​buying street goods.

It's not that I'm afraid of embarrassment.

The main reason is that those disciples who set up stalls can't tell what their refining methods are in a short period of time.

Whether one can find an eye-catching magic weapon on the carpet is a great test for the monks.

Sikong Changming also didn't want the magic weapon he bought after spending a lot of money to turn out to be a show.

If he showed his flaws during the fight and was damaged by someone's blow, which would affect the task of winning ten consecutive victories, he would have no place to reason.

"The first-order magic weapon, the Meteor Crescent Knife, is unparalleled in sharpness and can be broken by blowing hair. It only needs six Baicao Pills to trade."

"The second-order magic weapon, the tiger-slaying sword, contains the evil spirit of a hundred tigers, and only thirty Baicao pills are needed."

"Golden Dragon Mace, a Tier [-] Magical Artifact..."

In the square market, the sound of hawking was extremely noisy.

Many disciples boasted about the magic weapon they sacrificed with great fanfare.

There are very few magic tools of the third order.

The level of the magic weapon is closely related to the cultivation of the nine realms, and it also has nine levels.

The level one magic weapon is the shallowest.

It's just that the refiner tempered the material with mana, and engraved the rune prohibition on the polished rough embryo, which was considered a first-order magic weapon.

The standard for a second-tier magic weapon is relatively strict. Only when the rune restrictions on the magic weapon are condensed into a magic power can it be considered a qualified second-tier magic weapon.

The level of the third-order magic weapon is relatively special.

At this level of magic weapon, a certain degree of spirituality has already been born, so it can be engraved with higher-level rune restrictions.

Just like the red butterfly that Sikong Changming met before.

Although the red silk magic weapon in her hand is a third-order magic weapon, it is engraved with the spell pattern of "Peach Blossom Slash", which is a real fourth-level spell.

Some gifted craftsmen occasionally create astonishing works when refining third-order magic weapons.

Magical artifacts of that level, although limited by the shackles of materials, have the power comparable to fourth-order magical artifacts.

The fourth-order magic weapon has another familiar name in the cultivation world.

"magic weapon"

Only magic weapons that can be sacrificed by monks in the middle and third realms, and only magic weapons after the fourth level can be qualified to be called magic weapons.

The magic weapon at that level has been psychic, and has all kinds of inconceivable mysteries.

The technique engraved on the magic weapon is also earth-shattering and unpredictable.

For ordinary visible monks, refining one's own natal magic weapon into a magic weapon is often a threshold on the road of practice.

According to the rumors, when the Magical Artifact is raised above the seventh level, there will be an even more incredible transformation.

Just like monks who break through the seventh realm, they can be called celestial powers and enjoy a lofty status and voice in the cultivation world.

Magical tools at that level, from psychic to spiritual, are no less powerful than Almighty in terms of power.

Even the magic weapon itself can emerge from the body of the weapon with infinite spirituality and turn into a living being.

Among the Lanshan sect, the Lanshan Xianyun Banner is used as a magic weapon to suppress the sect.

According to the legend, he once transformed into a white-clothed immortal, and instructed the founder of the Lanshan Sect to embark on the road of cultivation.

Sikong Changming often saw similar rumors when flipping through ancient books.

It's strange to say that he also read a lot of scriptures and classics while he was worshiping the inner sect.

The function in the disciple's jade plate is very powerful.

Some classics such as anecdotes are not prohibited within the sect, and can be opened to low-level disciples.

There will even be a semi-monthly journal of the practice world, which is enough to expand the knowledge and experience of the inner disciples of the Lanshan sect.

After all, he is a majestic Dazong, and he is unique in the Hengshan cultivation world, both in terms of background and strength.

Wouldn't it be a joke for a disciple who walked out of the sect to go outside without any knowledge and experience and look like a bumpkin.

Sikong Changming hurried past, and all he saw were disciples of the Lanshan Sect.

There are quite a few street stalls around, and many people are shouting hard.

The materials used to refine the first-order magic weapon do not have high requirements in terms of quality.

As long as a monk with some magic power knows some runes, he can refine the most basic first-order magic weapon.

But making such a magic weapon is a waste of time for a real craftsman.

Generally speaking, Dharma Aperture disciples with a good talent for refining have the ability to sacrifice second-level magic weapons.

In the yelling that Sikong Changming heard just now, those second-order magic weapons were sacrificed by Faqiao cultivators.

As for the first-order magic weapon that was sold the loudest, it was the lowest quality thing.

It's just that the rune symbolizing sharpness is inscribed on the refining knife, so I dare to take it out and sell it.

Sikong Changming didn't even bother to take a look at these magical artifacts.

With the strength of his current mana, those magic tools that are too low in quality can't even withstand refining, and will directly disintegrate.

The destructive interest of the power of the Four Tribulations is too strong, and it has a strong restraint effect on magic weapons of ordinary materials.

According to Sikong Changming's prediction, when he enters the middle three realms and the power of the four kalpas transforms into the mana of the four kalpas, the destructive power will be even more terrifying.

At that time, it may be possible to wear down the spirituality of the magic weapon, and turn other monks' natal magic tools into ordinary iron.

"Little friend, do you want to buy a magic weapon?"

A voice came from beside Sikong Changming.

He looked sideways and saw a rich old man standing at the door of a small building, smiling slightly at him.

Seeing Sikong Changming turning his head and staring.

The old man hurried over and stood in front of the young man.

"My husband is in charge of Huanzhen Pavilion, Qian Qiu."

"Little friend, seeing that you were wandering around the crafting booth just now, you must be buying a magic weapon and refining it as your destiny."

As the steward of Huanzhen Pavilion, Qian Qiu is in charge of the business in Yunxu Square Market.

As an old fritter who has been dealing with the disciples of the Lanshan Sect for decades, his eyesight is amazing.

He immediately took a fancy to Sikong Changming among the crowd.

Different people have different temperaments.

Those disciples who are mediocre and struggling hard on the road of practice, even in the market, are cautious and restrained, always calculating their own gains and losses.

This is caused by the pressure of the environment, which has a great impact on the monk's temperament.

And Sikong Changming has fought for a long time, in the beating valley of the Great Cold Peak, after many battles, and in the confrontation again and again, he has also condensed his invincible Taoism.

The kind of temperament that Taishan collapses on the face without changing his face is very different from others.

There is a calm demeanor in every gesture.

In Qian Qiu's eyes, this is a symbol of a promising future.

In the cultivation world, there are many sect forces, some family forces with blood inheritance as the core, and some sect giants with the purpose of master-student inheritance.

There are also giant-level powers like the Lanshan Sect that are tolerant of all rivers and tolerant of many inheritances.

There is another kind of power, which is formed in a very special form.

It was a loose alliance, in the form of a chamber of commerce.

Hide the core ancestral land of the sect, and send the disciples of the sect to other forces to spread their branches.

While running a practice business, you can also obtain resources to provide your own practice.

The Huanzhen Pavilion behind Qian Qiu is a sect in this form.

The patriarch who created the Huanzhen Pavilion in the past was just a monk in the realm of alchemy, and the realm was not too high.

However, relying on the massive resources accumulated by operating the chamber of commerce for hundreds of years, he forcibly pieced together a sixth-order magic weapon, and even a seventh-order talisman as his trump card.

Relying on the power of these foreign objects, the Patriarch of Huanzhen Pavilion could even confront Brother Xuanguang head-on without losing the wind.

As a younger generation, Qian Qiu is full of longing for the great achievements of his ancestors.

However, Qian Qiu, who has been running Huanzhen Pavilion for many years, understands better.

A person like him is more like a businessman than a monk.

Cultivators need opportunities.

Businessmen also need opportunities.

The founder of Huanzhen Pavilion was able to rise from a casual cultivator. A large part of the reason was that he formed a good relationship with a young monk when he was doing business.

When the patriarch was in the Dharma Aperture Realm, he met a poor young monk.

That monk, apart from his entire body, was cleaner than his face.

But after meeting the patriarch of Huanzhen Pavilion, he dared to make an agreement with the patriarch of Huanzhen Pavilion without changing his face.

From the hands of an extremely shrewd businessman, he exchanged a third-order magic weapon empty-handed, and refined it into his own natal magic weapon.

Although in that short period of time, the ancestor of Huanzhen Pavilion was regarded as a laughing stock by his peers.

But after waiting for more than a hundred years, an unknown number of merchant monks regretted it too much.

In just a hundred years, that penniless young monk made great strides all the way on the road of cultivation, broke through layers of realms, and became the Xuanguang monk that everyone looked up to.

Even in a great battle that broke out later, he became famous.

And shortly after the end of the war, he broke through the last hurdle and became a great power in the realm of heaven.

And the third-order magic weapon given by the founder of Huanzhen Pavilion to the celestial master, also turned into a seventh-level celestial magic weapon after the thunder calamity.

Since then, the patriarch of Huanzhen Pavilion, who has attached himself to the Supreme, has become smooth when he is doing business.

Over the past few decades, he has accumulated a large amount of resources, and finally created the Huanzhen Pavilion in his later years.

The story of the founder of the mountain has an extraordinary influence on the latecomers.

Qian Qiu, as the steward of Huanzhen Pavilion in Yunxu Square City, has always had the ambition to rival his ancestors.

There are countless disciples in the Lanshan School, as long as you pay attention carefully, you will always come across a few good talents in the rough.

Qian Qiu has been running the Huanzhen Pavilion for decades in Fangshi, and has formed good relationships with many disciples.

Although most of the disciples among them fell into the sand in the end and became mortals.

But in the end, two or three people stood out.

Now he is a monk in the middle three realms, and maintains a close friendly relationship with Huanzhen Pavilion.

This time, Qian Qiu with sharp eyes took a fancy to Sikong Changming who was wandering in the market.

Especially after the latter lingered between the booths for a while, Qian Qiu strengthened his mind.

His expression is calm, his eyes are firm and his demeanor is calm.

All kinds of signs showed that this young monk was very bold and different from ordinary people.

On the other hand, Sikong Changming kept wandering around, but never went to those stalls to ask prices.

And that inadvertent frown.

It was clearly that he was shy in his pocket and looked a little helpless.

Seeing this, Qian Qiu quickly stepped forward, chatted with Sikong Changming, and started his own actions.

But Sikong Changming looked at the old man in front of him, and subconsciously felt that the latter was just a shopkeeper soliciting business.

"I really want to buy a magic weapon, preferably a third-order magic weapon."

he said slowly.

Seeing this, the light in the depths of Qian Qiu's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Tier [-] is good, the higher the requirement, the greater the spirit.

Not ordinary people!

"In the Huanzhen Pavilion, there is something that my little friend wants."

Qian Qiuguo broke his mouth and led the way forward.

Sikong Changming calmly walked over to the old man's invitation, and stepped into the Huanzhen Pavilion.

Even he did not expect that there is a space magic circle in the Huanzhen Pavilion.

The seemingly inconspicuous small building has an astonishingly large interior space, and there are even monks guarding it secretly.

A thin figure, wearing a rough jacket, looks like a handyman.

However, there seemed to be an aura exuding from his body, with a faint chill.

A monk with a perfect Dharma Aperture and a half-step manifestation.

The aura on the latter's body was condensed and low, obviously immersed in the realm of Dharma Aperture for a long time.

God-like

In the outside world, this is a master who can almost start a practice family.

In the Huanzhen Pavilion, he became a guard.

Qian Qiu led the way, but ignored the thin figure.

"Little friend Changming, what type of magic weapon do you need?"

Qian Qiu talked eloquently, and took out a volume of catalogues.

"In the Huanzhen Pavilion, there are a total of 130 and seven magical instruments for sale."

"Among them, there are 27 third-order instruments"