Chapter nine hundred and thirty fifth golden marrow fluid
(I finally coded this chapter, Xu Zhen is true to his word, today’s third chapter is here.)
"I heard that a fellow Taoist in Ruilong Palace actually took out a bottle of golden marrow liquid as a bet. Let's go and have a look."
"What? Golden marrow liquid, something so precious has appeared."
Just when Qin Fengming was standing outside the main hall, a group of monks rushed towards him from the front left, and they all rushed towards a distant main hall in a loud voice.
Golden marrow liquid? Qin Fengming was shocked when he heard this. This thing is not an ordinary thing, but a precious material produced by heaven and earth. It is often produced with golden veins, but not every golden vein will have it.
The Golden Marrow Liquid is born.
Rumor has it that if a monk applies golden marrow liquid to the body and absorbs and refines it, the body can be reborn and become extremely tough. Therefore, many monks want to get this precious spiritual liquid to temper the body.
After Qin Fengming thought for a moment, he gave up the idea of leaving, turned around, and walked towards the main hall.
At this time, the Ruilong Palace was already crowded with people, with over a thousand people gathered here. Everyone was staring at the stone mirror in front of them, searching carefully.
After scanning with his spiritual consciousness, Qin Fengming did see a line of writing on the tall stone mirror: "A bottle of essence liquid, conditions: spiritual herbs that are more than ten thousand years old, and five pills that can enhance the cultivation of Chengdan monks."
"What? You actually want spiritual grass that is more than ten thousand years old. Ten thousand-year spiritual grass is not something that is easy to get."
"Ha, it's an elixir for cultivating monks. If I have this elixir, I will keep it for myself and take it. I will never exchange it for you."
"That is, although the essence liquid is extremely precious, it is only used to temper the body and is useless to our cultivation. Even if I have the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Grass, I will not take it out."
Just a moment later, there were voices of discussion in the entire hall. Although the golden marrow liquid is extremely precious, its counterpart is equally difficult to find. Spiritual herbs and elixirs are what every monk is extremely jealous of.
Naturally, no one is willing to take it as a bet.
After seeing the bet, thousands of monks shook their heads and left the main hall with a lot of discussion, but not much was left behind.
In their opinion, although this golden marrow liquid is a good thing, no one would be so stupid if they asked them to gamble with the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Grass. In the end, they would not get the Golden Marrow Liquid, and the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Grass would also be lost.
It belongs to others. No one is willing to do such a thing that is not worth the gain.
At this time in the world of immortality, spiritual herbs that are more than ten thousand years old are extremely difficult to obtain in ordinary places. Only by entering those wild places can you gain something. But those wild places are full of dangers and high-level monsters.
It's everywhere. I'm afraid it's life that goes in, but it's life that doesn't come out.
At the beginning, the monk named Wu from the Locust Alliance, with his cultivation in the middle stage of infant transformation, did not dare to go too far into those dangerous places alone, and could only search around the periphery. From this, it can be seen that the spiritual grass that is more than ten thousand years old has
The value is already difficult to describe.
After thinking for a moment, Qin Fengming did not stay here longer, but left the hall and flew towards the mountain peak on one side.
It's not that Qin Fengming is not interested in the golden marrow liquid, but that he doesn't want to take action at this time. Now that the spiritual liquid has just been announced, there are many monks staring at it. If he really wants to take action at this time, it will definitely attract the attention of many monks. Such kind of
The publicity thing is not in line with Qin Fengming's usual style.
When Qin Fengming thought about it, since the monk who took out the golden marrow liquid dared to act like this, it was enough to show that he was very sure of winning in the gambling.
Such a character will not stop after taking action only once, he will definitely stay here for a long time.
As long as you can harvest one or two materials for refining the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword here, then take the golden marrow liquid into your arms, and then leave this place quickly, then it will be an extremely safe move.
Jingyun Sect has built many independent small attics around the valley here. These attics are built in the dense mountain forests around the valley, but they also appear to be extremely elegant and quiet.
Qin Fengming flew straight to an uninhabited attic, flew into it, set up the next restriction, and then began to rest and meditate.
The good times didn't last long. Just when Qin Fengming was meditating and not even an hour had passed, a transmission note shot into the restriction set by Qin Fengming.
He raised his hand and pinched the transmission note into his hand. With a movement of spiritual power, a voice came into his ears: "Fellow Daoist Qin, the bet you placed on the saffron fruit has been valued by a fellow Taoist. Please come to the Changsheng Hall quickly."
"Ah, it's great that someone came to challenge so quickly."
As Qin Fengming said this, he jumped up, left the attic, and headed towards the Changsheng Hall.
"Hahaha, this is Fellow Daoist Lu. He has a blue stone in his hand that Fellow Daoist Qin needs, and Fellow Daoist Lu is also very interested in the saffron fruit. Let's ask the two fellow Taoists to choose a magic circle and have a gambling battle.
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Seeing Qin Fengming appear, a monk from the Jingyun Sect who was in the early stages of becoming an elixir brought Qin Fengming to an elderly monk sitting on a stone chair in the hall and introduced the two of them.
The old monk just opened his eyes and when he saw Qin Fengming, he only glanced briefly and did not get up. There was a trace of contempt in his eyes.
Qin Fengming didn't pay much attention to the strange look shown by this monk in the late stage of Chengdan. He cupped his fists and said with a slight smile: "My surname is Qin. Fellow Daoist Lu invited me, but I don't know what kind of magic circle you plan to compete with?
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Upon hearing Qin Fengming's words, the monk named Lu who was sitting in front of him was also stunned.
Although the method of gambling among monks is negotiated between two people, it is generally decided by the sponsor. In other words, whoever announces the bet will decide the method of gambling.
At this time, he actually heard the other party asking him, and Brother Lu couldn't help but his expression changed. Seeing that the other party didn't have any strange expression, the old man surnamed Lu thought: "Is it possible that the other party is a pair of people who are extremely skilled in the magic circle?"
He is also a man who has lived for three to four hundred years. Although he did not see the middle-aged monk in front of him, he still rolled his eyes and said calmly: "In order to make a quick victory, we will choose a method to kill the number of monsters."
Let’s use the magic circle to decide the outcome.”
Hearing that the other party chose this kind of magic formation, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile in his heart, and said with no strange expression on his face: "Okay, just follow the wishes of fellow Taoist. Just choose this kind of magic formation."
Qin Fengming is no stranger to this kind of magic circle that determines the outcome by comparing the number of monsters killed. When he was still in the Luoxia Sect of the Daliang Kingdom, he participated in the battle for the spirit stone mines. This type of magic was used.
Array.
Choosing this kind of magic formation was undoubtedly because the other party saw that he was only in the early stage of becoming a pill and thought he didn't have much fighting power, so he did this deliberately. But Qin Fengming didn't have the slightest worry in his heart about this.
Looking at the ordinary middle-aged monk in front of him, the Alchemist monk from Jingyun Sect was also very puzzled. The monk in front of him, with his cultivation in the early stage of Alchemy, actually competed with a monk in the late stage of Alchemy.
This is no different from admitting defeat on your own.
But since the two of them had already decided, the Jingyun Sect monk would not stop him. He turned around and led the two of them towards a stone platform in the hall.
