"Then I will accept the good advice from my fellow Taoist friends."

Tu Xuanxiu thanked him with his hands, as if he didn't want to mention the matter anymore, and then changed the subject: "Since Taoist friend has gone up to the second floor, he must be buying the best magic weapon, right?"

Chen Ping nodded and said: "Yes, I do intend to buy a top-quality magic weapon when I come here this time, and it must be of the spirit sword type."

"oh?"

Tu Xuanxiu poured Chen Ping a cup of spiritual tea, thought for a moment, waved his Taoist robe, and three brocade boxes with rich spiritual pressure were placed on the porcelain table in an orderly manner.

"I feel ashamed to say that my family has sold a large number of magic weapons in order to buy foundation-building pills for me. Currently, there are only three top-quality magic weapons for sale in this pavilion, and the only one that meets the requirements of fellow Taoists is this Hanfeng Sword."

Opening the brocade boxes one by one, Tu Xuanxiu pointed at the first brocade box and said.

Chen Ping turned his head and looked, and saw a light blue spiritual sword lying flat inside the brocade box, about three feet long, with an animal head-shaped hilt.

The sword body exhales traces of ice-cold air, entwining and intertwining.

Sensing the strong water spiritual power on the Hanfeng Sword, Chen Ping shrugged the tip of his nose and quickly shook his head and said: "This sword is mainly water-based, but what I am practicing is a fire-based skill. Water and fire are in conflict with each other. If you use it forcefully, you will only be able to use it to its full potential."

Eighty percent power."

This kind of magical weapon containing the power of the five elements, if matched with the corresponding spiritual root attributes, will be able to exert extraordinary power.

But Chen Ping has the spiritual roots of the three elements of earth, fire and wood, and the Nine-Transformation Flame Spirit Technique he majors in is also an orthodox fire-attribute technique, so it is really not suitable for him.

"That's unfortunate."

Tu Xuanxiu saw that Chen Ping's expression was dull and he didn't even intend to test the sword, so he simply put away the Hanfeng Sword, pointed at the other two brocade boxes, and said, "Take a look at these two treasures."

"Although they are not spiritual sword-style offensive weapons, they each have their own mysteries."

Chen Ping said nothing. One of the jet-black iron shields looked like a defensive magic weapon, and he was very interested in it.

On the contrary, it was the last piece of jade mask, which was very small, delicate and as thin as cicada wings, that aroused his interest.

Tu Xuanxiu observed the words and expressions, and introduced with a smile: "This thing is called the True Illusion Mask, and it was made by the ancestor himself."

"If it fits on the face, it can instantly transform into another face. It also has the effect of shielding the detection of spiritual consciousness. Ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation building cannot detect it."

Hearing this, Chen Ping held the mask in his hand, and a warm air suddenly spread to his palm.

Caressing the lines on it, he pondered for a while and asked, "Can I try casting a spell?"

"Of course! But Fellow Daoist Chen, please note that this object can only transform a permanent and fixed human face, which cannot be changed in the future."

"So Taoist friends, you must not use your spiritual consciousness to shape your facial features, otherwise you will have to buy it!"

Tu Xuanxiu reminded in a rather serious tone.

"I'll naturally save this."

As Chen Ping spoke, his spirit moved accordingly, and he sent out a force of divine consciousness to poke at the mask.

Then, the mask began to emit wisps of almost transparent fluorescence.

And his consciousness seemed to have encountered a piece of soft cotton wool, no matter how hard he penetrated, it was difficult to move forward.

Of course, with outsiders around, Chen Ping did not use his full strength.

But it is enough to prove that this object does have the effect of isolating spiritual consciousness.

"This magic weapon is made from the entire face of the second-level demonic beast Blue Eyed Fox, with a piece of natural magic stone added to it."

"I, Jinyu Pavilion, can guarantee it with my reputation. Monks who are not in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment or above will never be able to see through the disguise of the mask with their spiritual sense."

Tu Xuanxiu seemed to have guessed Chen Ping's concerns and spoke with certainty.

"The Tu family is famous for being good at refining weapons, and they have been friends with the family for generations, so I have no doubts about it."

After a pause, Chen Ping asked calmly: "I just don't know how much this true illusion mask is worth?"

"This item has unique effects, and the price is naturally higher than ordinary top-quality magic weapons."

Tu Xuanxiu twirled the teacup, thought about it for a moment, and then said in a very sincere tone: "Fellow Taoist, you are really interested in buying it. How about I give you a slight discount? The price is 2,800 low-grade spiritual stones."

"Well, the price is quite reasonable."

Chen Ping made some calculations in his mind. The true illusion mask can hide his true appearance and is crucial to his subsequent actions.

It's a pity that money is tight at the moment. Even if the family contribution points are exchanged for spiritual stones, the amount will only be around 2,500, and there is still a big gap.

Chen Ping thought for a moment, pointed at the True Illusion Mask and discussed: "Two thousand and four hundred spiritual stones, if possible, Chen will come back to collect the treasure in three days."

Tu Xuanxiu's expression froze after hearing this. This guy's counteroffer was too harsh. He cut off four hundred spirit stones at once?

His smile gradually faded, and he was about to refuse, but his ears twitched. Then he quickly recovered his smile, clapped his hands and said, "I didn't expect that Taoist friend has a good skill at bargaining! That's all. Just treat Tu as a friend.

Already."

"Then thank you Taoist Tu! I'll go back and gather the spiritual stones now!"

Chen Ping forced out a hint of excitement, cupped his fists and saluted Tu Xuanxiu, then quickly went downstairs and left.

"What kind of mystery is this Tu family doing?"

After leaving Jinyu Pavilion, Chen Ping spent the entire journey thinking about some of the strange things he had just discovered.

He had lowered the price to 2,400 spirit stones before, just casually.

Just wait for Tu Xuanxiu to refuse, and then slowly raise the price to a level that both of them can accept.

Tu Xuanxiu's subconscious reaction of displeasure was clearly a prelude to a change of attitude, but he suddenly agreed happily the next moment.

The rapid change of attitude before and after should be related to the spiritual sound transmission that just came from the other room on the second floor.

"At least a monk in the middle stage of foundation building."

Chen Ping's eyes narrowed and he reasoned.

If his consciousness hadn't far exceeded the limit of Qi training realm, he might not have been able to detect it at all.

There is only one person who can make Tu Xuanxiu, the heir of the family, change his words in an instant and be in the secret room of Jinyu Pavilion.

Tu Zhenxi, the ancestor of the Tu family, is a great master in the middle stage of foundation building.

"The Tu family intends to befriend me?"

Chen Ping's mouth twitched, and his facial expression became strange.

…

"Grandpa, forgive my grandson for speaking frankly, do you think highly of that boy who is at the sixth level of Qi training?"

"But he is only a middle-grade spiritual root. Even if he is lucky enough to build a foundation in the future, I don't know how long it will take. It doesn't seem to be of any help to our Tu family's current predicament."

"Besides, his parents are deceased, and he can't even pass this test to continue the direct lineage two years later. My grandson really can't figure out the key."

Tu Xuanxiu stood outside the villa on the second floor of Jinyu Pavilion, with his hands together in a regular manner, and asked in a respectful but suspicious tone.

"Kaka"

The iron door to the other room opened automatically without any wind.

Immediately afterwards, an old man in gray robes who was over sixty years old slowly walked out.

The old man is tall and thin, with sallow skin, his hair is meticulously tied up, and his eyes are sharp, giving him a somewhat calm and powerful look.

This gray-robed old man is Tu Zhenxi, the head of the Tu family.

After practicing Taoism for more than 140 years, compared to the 250 years of longevity of the foundation-building monks, his body and soul are still at their peak.

Tu Zhenxi didn't take his grandson's doubts to heart and explained in a hoarse voice: "Xuanxiu, everything can't be left to the surface."

"Just now when this kid was testing the True Illusion Mask, I quietly caught a hint of its leaked aura."

"The purity of this child's spiritual consciousness is far beyond that of ordinary juniors at the sixth level of Qi training."

"And whether the soul is strong or not is one of the key factors in building a foundation. From this, I estimate that the possibility of him advancing in the future will not be too small."

"That's it?"

Tu Xuanxiu didn't quite agree.

After all, there are many variables along the way to becoming an immortal.

There are not many middle-grade spiritual root monks who are still shackled to the realm of Qi training throughout their lives.

"This is only one of them, the other is..."

Tu Zhenxi sat down at the main seat and said in a playful tone: "There are very few people who know about this matter."

"About fifty years ago, Chen Ping's father Chen An and Chen Yiru had a relationship, but they failed to get together in the end."

"Oh? Chen Yiru has a high-grade water spirit root, and the branch he comes from also has the veteran foundation-building monk Chen Mu Nian. Can she like Chen An?"

Tu Xuanxiu said with some surprise.

Tu Zhenxi stroked his beard and said sarcastically: "The young man and woman who were in love just fell in love at the time, and didn't they separate in the end? There are rumors that it was because Chen Yiru's aunt Chen Mu Nian interfered, but I think it was Chen Yiru himself.

I figured it out."

"Grandpa, what do you mean by this, Chen Yiru is still thinking about the old relationship, will she look at Chen Ping in a different light?"

Tu Xuanxiu speculated.

If Chen Yiru really wanted to help Chen Ping, then the previous price concession on the Zhenhuan Mask would naturally be nothing.

"There must be some old love, otherwise do you think Chen Ping could get such a generous family pension after Chen An's death?"

"And the position he currently serves as the governor of Lantian Town cannot be won by a run-down direct descendant with some tricks!"

Tu Zhenxi smiled and said nonchalantly: "In short, Chen Ping is just a casual move here. Before he shows greater value, you don't have to make too much effort to make friends with him."

"Yes, my grandson understands."

Tu Xuanxiu suddenly understood and immediately responded.

Then, he glanced at the stairs with his peripheral vision and saw that there were no customers trading in the pavilion at the moment. Then he approached Tu Zhenxi and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Grandpa, have you had any contact with the people over there?"

"Silence!"

Tu Zhenxi's face changed drastically, and he immediately used his spiritual consciousness to seal the Jinyu Pavilion, and after forming a sound-barring isolation formation around the two of them, he said in an extremely solemn voice: "Xuanxiu, this matter needs to be discussed in the long run."

"The Chen family is like wolves, and the people over there are even more ferocious tigers. If I'm not careful, my Tu family will be wiped out."

"In the final analysis, it is your grandfather who blocked your path. With your talent in cultivation, you should have broken through to the foundation-building realm long ago."

"What's my grandfather's fault?"

A hint of hatred flashed in Tu Xuanxiu's eyes, he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "It's just that those foundation-building monks from the Chen family bullied others so much that they forced me, the Tu family, to reach the end of the road and have to survive in a desperate situation!"

"Sigh, the Chen family's fortune is now at its peak, and members of the Foundation Establishment clan appear one after another. If you, Xuanxiu, were born a hundred years earlier, maybe my Tu family could..."

Tu Zhenxi sighed heavily, stopped mid-sentence, and said gloomily: "Xuanxiu, listen up! You must not act rashly before my grandfather makes the final decision."

"Right now, we still have to focus on continuing to repair the Chen family."

"The Great Elder Chen Xiangwen is upright and open-minded, and he is a man who values ​​friendship. I was blessed by him in my early years, and as long as he is alive, I will not kill the entire Tu family."

"My grandson obeys."

Tu Xuanxiu clenched his fists tightly, his heart roaring like thunder!
Chapter completed!