"It's okay, you can put it in my hands." Seeing that Zhang Xiaohan was young and very cautious in his actions, the middle-aged man said with a smile.

He didn't see Zhang Xiaohan's surprise. In his opinion, Zhang Xiaohan could not bring out two thousand low-grade spirit stones at all - two thousand low-grade spirit stones is a great fortune. He knew that the monks in Yuecheng could take out these spirit stones readily. He was waiting to see Zhang Xiaohan's frustration, but he didn't expect that the little girl in front of him would take out the spirit stones readily.

She was even more surprised. A girl in the early stage of foundation building wanted to make talisman treasures - it was not purchased for others. The monk did not have the habit of entrusting others to buy things, and she actually paid the spirit stones readily. She didn't know that the production of talisman treasures had various restrictions. Can't it be done with the strength of the early stage of foundation building?

A different thought arose in my heart. What kind of expression would the little girl in front of me look at the contents of the jade slip? I really want to see it.

Zhang Xiaohan looked at the middle-aged man's hand, but was not polite. He slapped the storage bag and a large handful of spirit stones fell on the middle-aged man's hand.

A thin layer of spiritual power suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man's hands, quickly gathering the falling spirit stones in his hands - these thousand low-grade spirit stones were given to Zhang Xiaohan by Song Chensha.

The middle-aged man swept his spiritual sense and calculated the number accurately. He was just right and right, and with a wave of his hand, the spirit stone disappeared, and the jade slip slowly fell towards Zhang Xiaohan.

Zhang Xiaohan reached out to catch it, and put the jade slip on his forehead in front of the middle-aged man. A message quickly came from the jade slip. Zhang Xiaohan accepted the message expressionlessly. Then he placed the jade slip on the table.

"Thank you, senior." Zhang Xiaohan reached out and picked up the teacup and drank the remaining tea.

Li Piaoxue looked at Zhang Xiaohan withdrew from Jianfang, and felt aroused. Then, with a wave of his hand, a colorful butterfly flew out of his sleeve. He pointed to the teacup on the table: "Go and see where that girl has been."

The colorful butterfly flew on the teacup and sniffed out of the door. Li Piaoxue smiled. She was a very interesting girl, honest enough, courage enough, and calm enough.

He didn't know what the purpose of opening such a Jianfang in Wangyue City was.

After living for hundreds of years, everything seemed to be long. He gave up a lot for this nearly a thousand years of life.

His parents who left when they were young. They didn’t even know when their parents passed away. He only remembered that his life was to practice, hunt monsters and earn spirit stones, practice again, and hunt monsters again...

He also had friends around him, and he frowned. A few blurred faces suddenly appeared in his long-standing memory. They all said that the memory of monks is eternal and there will be no forgetting, but those faces are actually blurred.

It seems like someone I met during the Qi Refining Period. At that time, I only knew how to practice.

Li Piaoxue picked up the teacup and placed it on his nose and sniffed it gently for a while. The world was bustling with people for profit, and the world was bustling with people for profit. How well said, wasn’t I just living for this for the first half of my life?

Since entering the Nascent Soul Stage, his cultivation has almost no time to improve. He knows the reason. He has a deep obsession in his heart. Deep in his heart, there has always been a voice that refuses to be destroyed: Is it worth it? Is it all worth it?

I have never been filial to my parents, I have never taken care of my younger brothers and sisters for a day, I have never experienced family affection, and I have never even had a confidante...

A face appeared in front of me, which was still very blurry at first, but gradually, the face became clear. It was a woman with thin eyes, always squinting and smiling. The girl seemed to die to save herself.

I actually forgot her.

Li Piaoxue's hand holding the teacup nailed it. When did she become cold-blooded? It seems that she has always been so cold-blooded.

A clear picture suddenly came from his mind. Li Piaoxue took a sip of tea again. The little girl did not leave and actually stayed in the store. Haha, the room in Wangyue City requires five spirit stones one night, and it is still an ordinary small room. This girl has spirit stones.

His lips moved slightly, and soon, the colorful butterfly flew back and landed on the table in front of him. Li Piaoxue stretched out his hand, and the colorful butterfly flew into his hand.

This seven-color butterfly is his only friend, but unfortunately, its life span is coming soon.

Caidie opened her wings and turned around in Li Piaoxue's hand. With attachment, Li Piaoxue looked at Caidie with pity, but Zhang Xiaohan's slightly tender and confident face appeared in front of her.

Zhang Xiaohan didn't want to leave Wangyue City so early. Wangyue City is always safer than outside the city. There are nearly 500 low-grade spirit stones in the storage bag. The accommodation cost of five spirit stones is high, but safety is guaranteed.

This place where you can stay is still a mortal, but Zhang Xiaohan learned after a brief question. Almost all the shops in Wangyue City are mortals, and the shopkeepers are usually older qi-refining cultivators, but they are not the owners of the shops they run. All the owners of all the business targeting cultivators in Wangyue City are in the hands of the five major sects or casual cultivators.

Whether it is a man or a shopkeeper, they all work.

Zhang Xiaohan set up a ban when he entered the room, but he didn't notice that a colorful butterfly followed her and was stopped outside by the ban.

Sitting in the room, Zhang Xiaohan couldn't help but take out the vase first.

Put the vase on the table in the room, this is the thing in this world, and there is no instruction manual, but I know in my heart that if there is an instruction manual, such a treasure will not fall on my head.

After leaving it for a while, I didn't see any changes in the vase. The spiritual energy of the spiritual spring water in the bottle had long weakened and it did not recover at this time.

He didn't expect it to spit out the absorbed spiritual energy. Zhang Xiaohan curiously picked up the vase. Can't it absorb spiritual energy? Otherwise, he would use spiritual energy to sacrifice himself, and he would know what it is for it after sacrifice.

The spiritual energy in Zhang Xiaohan's body usually exists in the form of a wood system, which represents endless vitality. Zhang Xiaohan did not deliberately control the state of the spiritual energy, but as long as it was not intentional, the spiritual energy would always change over without realizing it. Gradually, Zhang Xiaohan ignored it.

At this time, the sacrifice and refining were naturally wood-based spiritual power. The spiritual power was exported like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no reaction in the vase.

I'm afraid that this is the case with Senior Brother Huang and the others. Zhang Xiaohan withdrew his spiritual power, but the vase did not provide any information and could not be sacrificed at all.

Zhang Xiaohan lost the interest in checking out the other things used by the immortals. After throwing the vase in the storage bag, he then called out a string of words in his mind.

I never thought that the production of talisman treasures was not as difficult as I imagined, or that I never thought that there would be so many requirements for the production of talisman treasures.

No wonder the number of talisman treasures is so small. The key is that the requirements for making talisman treasures are too harsh.

First of all, the key to making talisman treasures is that they must be made with pure single-type spiritual power. This alone excludes most monks.

As we all know, there are very few cultivators with single spirit roots, almost one in a thousand. The single spirit root monk Zhang Xiaohan knew in the entire Xuanzhen Sect was Song Chensha. As for whether there were others, she had never thought about this, so naturally she had no idea.

Of course, it is not impossible for cultivators with dual-type or multi-type spiritual roots to make talismans, but you have to convert all the spiritual power in your body into single-type spiritual power. At least, the spiritual power you output cannot be mixed with other spiritual power.

This is impossible without powerful spiritual control or cultivation cannot keep up. No wonder it is said that only monks in the Jiedan stage can make talisman treasures. There is no such book in the Xuanzhen Sect’s library, because such books are only for monks in the Jiedan stage to read.

This level is not a problem for Zhang Xiaohan. She is now a single spiritual root, a five-type single spiritual root of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. She was a little proud in her heart.

Next, it is about the materials for making fubao. This is another unexpected thing. It is not expected that the materials for making fubao are so difficult to find. They must be the skins of various monsters, their own blood, or bile.

The higher the level of a monster, the greater the power of the talisman treasure. The talisman treasure made from the materials on the second-level monster is considered a low-grade one.

This has stumped more monks.

Just think about it, water-based monks can only make water-based magic weapons and must also need water-based monsters. They need to specifically look for such monsters, and obtain their blood in time after hunting.

Well, no wonder Wang Lin used a jade bottle to collect the blood of the iron-wired python. At that time, he thought that he was the reason for the great replenishment of snake blood.

Zhang Xiaohan didn't think there was anything difficult to deal with the rest. After reading this jade slip, Zhang Xiaohan thought that the two thousand low-grade spirit stone flowers were worth it. There were many patterns in the jade slip, and there were patterns of each talisman treasure. Compared with talismans, the patterns were indeed much more complicated.

There is also the production tool, which is not an ordinary talisman pen, but a special talisman pen. It requires the hair on the tail of the monster. Fortunately, it was not said that the fire-type talisman pen was used to make the fire-type talisman pen.

Without saying it, it was not impossible. Zhang Xiaohan shrugged and called out a pattern of a fire-type magic weapon from his mind.

According to the introduction on the jade slip, if this magic weapon is used, a sea of ​​fire within a radius of 100 meters. This fire is not an ordinary fire, but a spiritual fire. It is also very interesting to burn. It is just a radius of 100 meters, and no items outside a 100 meters will burn - this is a lower-grade talisman treasure.

If you look at the pattern carefully, you will feel dizzy. You will be able to walk around in circles and you will not be able to tell where to start the pen.

I secretly laughed at myself for being anxious. I didn’t even have the skin or blood of the monster, let alone the talisman pen that draws the talisman treasure. By the way, where should I buy this talisman pen?

I really tried my best to do it and added another thought.

Unconsciously, I remembered Song Chensha. This man left himself behind when he arrived in Wangyue City and let himself die. Did he misread him? (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better and faster!

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