Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

As the monk left, the roar outside the cave disappeared. This greatly reduced the panic in the hearts of everyone present.

Facing a Mahayana being, even if they know that the other party will not take action against them, the fear in everyone's hearts cannot be easily eliminated.

Before everyone could wait for long, three figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the cave along with the fluctuation.

There were three monks, two men and one woman. The person leading the way was a young monk who looked to be no more than two years older than Qin Fengming. Behind him were a man and a woman. The male cultivator was in his forties or fifties; the female cultivator was an old woman who looked old, but still looked very charming in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Qin Fengming, the young monk who was leading the way, looked at these three people and couldn't tell what their specific state was.

Because the young monk seemed to have no fluctuation at all. If he hadn't seen him in person, Qin Fengming would have thought that this young man didn't exist in the cave at all.

"Mahayana! This young monk is a Mahayana existence." Qin Fengming's heart tightened and he immediately confirmed what he saw in front of him.

The aura of the man and woman following the young man was thicker than that of the three peak Xuan-level monks on the wooden platform at the moment.

"Junior Xiong Liang, meet Senior Qiandai!" As soon as the three of them entered the cave, a monk flew out from a cave room on the stone wall. He was far away from the three of them and already bowed and saluted.

The monk who appeared appeared to be young, but his cultivation had already reached the middle stage of Xuanling.

"Are you a disciple of Brother Wu Lin? You have advanced from the early stage of Xuanling to the middle stage of Xuanling in more than a thousand years, and your cultivation speed is unparalleled." The young monk looked at the man who was bowing to salute, and said without any strange expression. .

"Senior, you are so complimentary. I am able to advance thanks to my senior's guidance thousands of years ago. Without senior's advice, I would still be struggling in the early stages." The young monk's expression was very respectful, and his tone was full of gratitude. .

"Hahaha, I have been friends with your master for tens of thousands of years, so there is no need to say anything about this little thing." The young man's eyes seemed to have a flash of light, he waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

Senior Qiandai, when Qin Fengming heard the words of the mid-level Xuan-level monk addressing this young monk, Qin Fengming suddenly thought rapidly. After a moment, his expression suddenly changed.

‘Chiyo’ is not a name, but a surname. This surname should not exist in Tianhong Realm, but Qin Fengming has seen this surname in the classics.

And in a classic book, he even saw a Mahayana being named Qiandai Zhenyi.

Qiandai Zhenyi is a Mahayana existence in the Donglai realm. The Donglai realm is separated from the Lingxiang realm by more than a dozen realms.

If this senior Qiandai is really the Mahayana in the Donglai realm, why does he appear here? And since the Xuan-level monk named Xiong Liang is familiar with him, he is not from the Lingxiang Realm.

Because there is no Mahayana existence named Wu Lin in either the Cold Sweeping Realm or the Lingxiang Realm.

Thinking in his heart, Qin Fengming suddenly felt a strange feeling. It seems that this exchange meeting between the two realms may be different from the past.

After Mahayana finished speaking, he didn't say any more. He flashed and flew towards the wooden platform in front of him.

"Greetings to Senior Qiandai!" The three Xuan-level monks standing on the wooden platform saw the young monk flying directly towards them. They all immediately bowed and said respectfully.

The three of them naturally didn't know the young man in front of them.

But the monk surnamed Xiong had just called out the young man's surname. Thinking of this surname, the three Xuan-level monks could not guess who the young monk in front of them was.

"No need to be polite, I come here this time without any intention to do any harm to the exchange meeting you are waiting for. I just flew here and saw a large number of powerful monks gathered here. I thought it should be a place for an exchange meeting, so I decided to Stop and exchange for a batch of weapon refining materials.

Although the materials I need are of various types, they are not impossible for all Xuan-level Taoist friends to obtain. As long as that fellow Taoist can come up with a piece of what I need, I will exchange it for a Mysterious Soul Pill. This Xuan Soul Pill is suitable for late Xuan level and peak monks to take. If the Taoist Taoist who uses the spirit takes it out, I will give the Taoist an attack talisman that is as powerful as a mid-level Xuan-level monk. "

The young monk waved briefly to the three of them, then turned to look at the many cave chambers on the cave wall, and spoke slowly.

Upon hearing the young man's words, a burst of soft exclamations suddenly sounded in the cave hall.

A piece of material can be exchanged for a Mysterious Soul Pill that is suitable for beings at the Mysterious Level, and it is also a Mysterious Soul Pill that is suitable for late-stage Mysterious Level and peak cultivators.

Even Qin Fengming couldn't help being shocked when he heard such a generous gesture.

Pills, the more senior monks take them, the more difficult they are to refine. It is also becoming increasingly rare.

Qin Fengming has no shortage of elixirs, probably because he himself is a master of elixirs, and most of his materials were collected by a large number of monks who spent tens or hundreds of years for him.

Some of them were found by Xuan-level powerful men or by the combined efforts of the Great Merchant Alliance and the Merchant Alliance.

If he had to rely on his own efforts to find a large amount of precious materials suitable for refining the Dragon Amber Pill or the Three-turn Five-Yuan Divine Pill, it can be said that it would not be completed in a short time.

But even so, if the one or two hundred Dragon Amber Pills he refined were placed in the market, facing thousands of spiritual cultivators, they would still be in a situation where there were too many monks and too little food.

At this time, I heard that this seemingly kind-hearted Mahayana young man said that he could use a piece of material to exchange for a Mysterious Soul Pill. This was definitely an irresistible temptation for the Mysterious level monks.

And a talisman that can inspire a full-strength strike from a mid-level Xuan-level monk is definitely a highly desirable exchange item for all the cultivators of the trance.

Even if the strength of a spiritual cultivator, even if it is a peak cultivator, is extremely heaven-defying, the attack power may not be as powerful as that of a mid-level Xuan-level monk.

Qin Fengming's own attack power is extraordinary. If he only relies on one blow of his own magic weapon and does not activate his swordsmanship, it is impossible to reach the mid-level Xuan level.

However, if the scattered light and shadow are stimulated and the attacks are superimposed, the attack power will naturally reach the power of a full blow of a mid-level Xuan-level monk.

The scattered light and shadow are not one attack, but dozens or even hundreds of attacks.

This is equivalent to how many ants kill an elephant. The combined attack power will shock even a Xuan-level monk. Taking a piece of material that is temporarily unavailable and exchanging it for a powerful talisman that can save one's life is something that no one would refuse to a spiritual cultivator.

It can be said that the two items that the Mahayana monk took out are the most desired things by the Xuan-level monks and the Theosophy monks. If any one of them is auctioned in Daofang City, the price won't be much worse than the dragon eye that Qin Fengming got.

However, when Qin Fengming saw the names of the materials revealed on the stone platform wall, the excitement that had just surged in his heart suddenly turned into a bucket of cold water.\\u30