Pick up the treasure bag and start cultivating immortals from the shrinking lamp

The weather was getting colder, and the biting cold wind was carrying large flakes of snow.

Xia Chen, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, walked out of the bamboo house.

The snow was flying, and the sky and the earth were all white. The river that used to be turbulent and violent was also frozen very thick by the cold current.

Xia Chen offered a short sword that was more than a foot long and two fingers wide, with a crystal yellow body and a few black spots on it.

The original owner was Tian Feng who had stolen the spiritual valley before.

The flying sword turned into a yellow light and cut towards the ice surface. Suddenly, ice chips flew everywhere, and soon a big hole was dug out.

He skillfully made a nest, and after an incense stick of time, he threw the gloves of the automatic fishing rod into it.

Perhaps because of the cold weather, an hour passed, and only some ordinary fish were caught, and there was no spiritual fish.

Xia Chen took out another ball of bait, threw it into the ice cave, and continued fishing.

The fisherman is not short of patience.

Snowflakes fell down in a stream, covering and drowning him.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "Swoosh!", and the fishing line suddenly stretched straight, tearing the air and making a blasting sound.

Xia Chen only felt a strong force coming. If he was not a cultivator with sharp spiritual sense, the fishing rod might have been dragged into the ice cave.

"What a vicious spirit fish!"

Feeling the surging force, Xia Chen directly took out a talisman and stuck it on his body.

This is the giant force talisman, which is the lowest-level talisman like the cleaning talisman and the lighting talisman. It is cheap and only requires dozens of spirit crystals.

After using it, it has infinite power and can knock down a towering tree with a punch.

Xia Chen roared, his hands were knotted with muscles, and he had an unparalleled sense of power. The fishing rod was pulled like a full moon.

Not long after, a three-foot-long green fish rushed out of the ice cave and landed on the ice. The huge fish tail kept flapping, full of ferocity.

The head was ferocious, shaped like a giant snake, with a cluster of teeth in the mouth, but the lower jaw was tightly held by a yellow big hand.

"It turned out to be a green-scaled snake fish, and it seems to have become a powerful one. It is a first-level low-grade spiritual fish!"

Xia Chen was excited. During this period of time, the spiritual fish he caught were basically not of grade, and the spiritual energy in the body was meager.

After all, Qingquan River only gathered some spiritual energy that escaped from Cuiwei Mountain Range.

This green-scaled snake fish is a carnivorous fish. It must have eaten a lot of spiritual fish, which is why it has become powerful.

Xia Chen put away the automatic fishing rod.

He also felt the limit of this item. If it was a first-level middle-grade spiritual fish, it might not be able to catch it.

Fortunately, it can be upgraded and has unlimited potential. If it is upgraded to S-level, it may be able to catch a real dragon!

Xia Chen knocked the green-scaled snake fish unconscious, pierced the lower jaw with a rope made of spiritual grass, and went to Cuiwei Mountain Market.

As usual, he found an empty space in the alley of the black market, set up a stall, and sold fish.

In winter, the river surface is frozen, and even spiritual birds such as ospreys cannot go down to the river to fish, so there are very few people selling fish in the market.

It didn't take long before it attracted many cultivators to stop.

"It's a green-scaled snake fish, which is rare!"

"And it's a first-level spiritual fish!"

"Twenty low-grade spiritual stones, I'll buy it!"

...

In the end, this green-scaled snake fish was bought by a middle-aged cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining for sixty low-grade spiritual stones.

Today, Xia Chen caught such an entry-level spiritual fish, so he packed up and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, an old man in gray who was selling pills came up to him: "Little brother, how did you catch a spiritual fish in this winter? Especially you caught a first-level spiritual fish. Tell me what skills you have?"

Xia Chen's face did not change, but his heart sank.

He knew that he often came out to sell spiritual fish during this period, which was a bit ostentatious and had attracted some people's prying.

"What skill is there? It's just luck!"

"Don't worry, I didn't ask for it for nothing! This is a blood pill, please accept it!"

The gray-clothed old man took out a gourd and reluctantly poured out three pills, the size of a thumb, dark red in color, with a hint of blood in the aroma of the medicine.

Blood pills can treat the injuries of cultivators to a certain extent, and are one of the most commonly used pills for cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage.

These three blood pills seem to be only first-grade low-grade, adding up to only five or six low-grade spirit stones.

Xia Chen sneered in his heart, three low-grade blood pills are just to get rid of his fishing secrets and send beggars?

You know, although he doesn't fish much now, he earns two low-grade spirit stones every day, which is still pure profit.

Over time, it can be said to be quite considerable.

However, he did not refuse. After taking the pill, he said, "What's the trick? I just added some dried iron-backed centipede powder to the bait!"

The iron-backed centipede is a very powerful poisonous insect that likes to eat the essence of monsters. Its shell is extremely hard. Ordinary swords and knives cannot hurt it. Moreover, this insect is very spiritual, so it is not easy to catch it, especially in this cold winter.

After drying it, grind it into powder, and you can refine detoxification pills and other pills.

After that, he left the alley.

"Iron-backed centipede powder..."

Looking at Xia Chen's back, the old man frowned, as if thinking.

After leaving the alley, Xia Chen bought some more pills, and then went to the wasteland at the foot of the mountain.

He was only at the third level of Qi Refining, and he couldn't fly with a sword. He had to stick the magic talisman on his legs, and he walked briskly and very fast.

Just after traveling for only ten miles, he saw a masked monk in black clothes flying towards him quickly, full of murderous aura.

"Jie Xiu?!"

Xia Chen was shocked and immediately took out the flying prop he had drawn before - the bamboo dragonfly, and flew upwards.

"Hand over the fishing secret recipe, and I will spare your life!"

The black-clothed Jie Xiu made a hoarse voice.

Xia Chen frowned, and it was indeed because of fishing.

The other party's aura was strong, and it seemed that he was a cultivator of the sixth level of Qi Refining, stronger than Tian Feng who met last time, and his strength was not bad.

It's a pity that the shrinking lamp is a fragment prop and can only be consumed once, otherwise it would be enough to deal with the current situation.

The bamboo dragonfly can fly continuously for eight hours, but the flying speed is not fast.

The only way to survive is to control the bamboo dragonfly to fly upwards.

Not long after, it flew to a height of 60 meters.

The black-clothed Jie Xiu's face changed. He thought that with his cultivation in the middle and late stages of Qi Refining, killing such a cultivator of the third level of Qi Refining would be a piece of cake.

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to have some powerful flying magic weapon.

"It's really a big fish!"

The black-clothed robbery cultivator gritted his teeth and flew upwards with his sword.

The higher he went, the stronger the wind and snow became. The biting cold wind cut his face like a knife. Even though he had already reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, he couldn't help but shiver.

The cultivators in the Qi Refining stage had limited mana in their bodies and could not support long-term flight.

At this time, they were already nearly 100 meters high. The robbery cultivator felt that most of his mana had been consumed, but the fishmonger above his head didn't seem to be affected at all, and looked very relaxed.

"This kid's flying magic weapon is extraordinary. Let's let him go for now!"

There was a trace of unwillingness in the black-clothed robbery cultivator's eyes. If he flew up again, his mana would not continue, and he would be blown off by the blizzard if he was not careful.

But how could Xia Chen let him go like this? He was not afraid of thieves stealing, but afraid of thieves thinking about it.

He took out something like a gun barrel, put it on his hand, and aimed downward.