The old man nodded, turned around and walked towards another portal. Lin Mu followed behind, perhaps because he came earlier, no other disciples came to the Treasure Pavilion.

The stone gate was covered with traces, simple and heavy, and an invisible force rushed out of the old man's body, and the stone gate opened in response to the sound.

Inside this stone door is a huge room with three rows of shelves, and on each row of shelves are a roll of secret books.

"Lin Mu, you can choose it yourself. These martial arts are marked with prices."

The old man said.

Lin Mu walked in and his eyes began to linger on the shelves. On both sides of him, there were all Yuan-level low-quality martial arts on one row of shelves, and on the other row of shelves were Yuan-level medium-quality martial arts.

The martial arts of the lower and middle grades of Yuan-level martial arts are not within Lin Mu's consideration. He is about to be promoted to the third level of the Condensation Realm. This time he comes, he wants to get a martial arts of the upper grade of Yuan-level martial arts.

But after Lin Mu turned around, he couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment. There seemed to be no Yuan-level top-grade martial arts at all. Then he realized that this was just a treasure pavilion for foreign tribes.

"Lin Mu, three thousand contribution points can be exchanged for a middle-grade martial arts at the Yuan level. Do you look down on these martial arts?"

Seeing Lin Mu wandering, the old man couldn't help asking. Obviously, with his eyesight, he naturally saw that none of these martial arts had caught the eyes of the young man in front of him.

Lin Mu shook his head, not only because he didn't even look at it, but he didn't even look at it.

"Elder, I don't know if there are any Yuan-level top-grade martial arts here"

Lin Mu couldn't help asking.

"The first-class Yuan-grade?"

The old man's eyes showed a hint of anger and thought to himself that Lin Mu was too ambitious and wanted to practice the top-grade martial arts of the Yuan level at the second level of the Ningyuan Realm.

"You young disciples are all too ambitious. With your current strength, it is too difficult to practice the top-grade Yuan-level martial arts. The disciples of the Lanwu family are all talented. I suggest you choose a middle-grade Yuan-level martial arts. If you are an ordinary cultivator, you can only practice the lower-grade Yuan-level Yuan-level.”

The old man said expressionlessly. As a master of the eighth level of the Condensation Yuan Realm, he naturally knew the difficulty of practicing a martial art. If he did not have enough cultivation, he had to practice advanced martial arts. Not only could he not be able to exert his power, it would not be of any benefit to himself.

Ahem!

Lin Mu naturally heard the old man's meaning and couldn't help but cough twice. He had the ability to seize the heavens, and practicing martial arts was not a big deal for him.

"The disciples who the elder said understand, but the disciple already has the most suitable elementary-level mid-grade martial arts in his hands. This time he came here just to get a top-grade elementary-level martial arts and try to practice it."

Lin Mu said sincerely.

"There are indeed a few top-level martial arts here, but your contribution points are far from enough. A top-level martial arts at the best, the worst is to require 10,000 points."

The old man poured a basin of cold water on his head.

Lin Mu couldn't help grinning. This was too expensive. He knew that it was a discount because he was a disciple of the Lanwu family. If it were placed outside, a top-grade martial arts in the Yuan level would be even more expensive.

"Young people should not be too ambitious. Take it step by step. When your status in the Lanwu family continues to increase, you will get the corresponding martial arts for free. If you reach the seventh level of the Condensation Yuan Realm, you will be able to obtain your own Yuan-level top-grade martial arts in the inner tribe. There is no need for any contribution points. This is the right of the core disciple."

The old man said in a lesson.

"What the elders taught me is that I am sure to win advanced martial arts. I don't contribute enough, so I will come again another day."

Lin Mu hugged his fists and turned around and wanted to leave. The middle-grade Yuan-level martial arts could not satisfy his desire at all. Since he did not contribute enough, he would go back and refine some spiritual treasures.

"Slow down"

The old man shouted softly, then walked to a corner a few steps, took out a shabby, shabby curl with a faint sneer on his face, and walked to Lin Mu.

"This is a martial art that has reached the spirit level, which requires four thousand contribution points. If you want it, three thousand contribution points will be given to you."

The old man handed the show book to Lin Mu.

"Spirit-level martial arts? Four thousand contribution points?"

Lin Mu suspected that he had heard it wrong. Spirit-level martial arts can only be practiced by experts from the Ceiling Realm. It only requires four thousand contribution points. Now it is for three thousand to give it to himself. Isn’t the old guy kidding?

"Don't you want advanced martial arts? This is the highest-level martial arts in the entire Treasure Pavilion, but no disciple dares to practice this martial arts yet."

The old man showed a hint of ridicule on his face and continued, "This martial art is called the Seven Sha King Seal, but the conditions for cultivation are extremely harsh, because every time he uses it, in addition to consuming a huge spiritual energy, it also consumes a huge amount of blood and energy. The importance of blood and energy to the monks, you should be clear that if you don't have enough blood and energy, instead of forcing your 7 Sha King Seal, you will forcibly consume your origin and even your life. In other words, if you use the Seven Sha King Seal, you will hurt yourself before you hurt others. In addition, the Seven Sha King Seal here is just a fragment, with only the first four styles and no last three styles. Lin Mu, do you still dare to practice it?"

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Lin Mu with great interest.

"Okay, I want these Seven Sha King Seals"

The old man staggered and almost fell down, his eyes wide open, and his anger was unconcealed. This man was too ungrateful. The reason why he took out the Seven Sha King Seal that no one practiced was to make Lin Mu retreat when he was in trouble and not be too ambitious. The domineeringness of the Seven Sha King Seal can be attributed to the magical martial arts, hurting others and oneself. Moreover, the incomplete martial arts are of no benefit to the monks.

He thought Lin Mu would be discouraged, but he didn't expect that this guy would just ask for the Seven Shark King Seals without even thinking about it. No one dared to practice the entire Lanwu family, whether it was an internal or an external tribe.

"Boy, aren't you kidding me? Not to mention it's incomplete. Even the complete Seven Shark King Seal, not many people dare to practice. The foreign god who practices the Barbarian Elephant God Art is so strong that he dare not touch the Seven Shark King Seal."

The old man was slightly angry and thought to himself that Lin Mu was ungrateful.

"Elder, there is no need to say more. I want these seven king seals of the Seven Shahs."

Without saying a word, Lin Mu directly handed his identity jade to the old man again. This Seven Shah King Seal, which even the domineering god dared not touch, was undoubtedly the treasure among the treasures for Lin Mu.

I know my family affairs. His body has been tempered by the cold jade bed and practiced the Heavenly Defeat. It was washed away by the sun's energy. His blood and energy have long been as strong as a dragon. These Seven Shadows King Seals were undoubtedly tailor-made for me.

As for the incomplete part, he didn't care even more. With the invincible power, even if the three incomplete styles are completed, it would probably not be difficult.

Spirit-level martial arts, three thousand contribution points, are simply pie falling from the sky for Lin Mu.

"you"

The old man suddenly became angry: "Lin Mu, don't blame me for not reminding you, are you sure you want these Seven Shah King Seals?"

Seeing Lin Mu insisting, the old man secretly scolded him for overestimating his abilities and regretted taking out the Seven Sha King Seal. He wanted to scare him away, but unexpectedly he backfired.

“I’m sure”

Lin Mu nodded seriously. He was going to settle the Seven Shah King Seal.

"Okay, let me give it to you. If something happens, don't blame me for harming you."

The old man waved his hand and threw the scroll directly to Lin Mu, as if throwing garbage. The martial arts of the Lanwu family were usually just for disciples to excerpt and were not allowed to be taken out. Some of the unique martial arts of the Lanwu family were not allowed to be excerpted, and even more so, they were not allowed to be spread. However, Lin Mu took them away directly.

Lin Mu hurriedly put away Xiujuan, fearing that the old man would regret it, and then smiled at the old man: "That elder, I don't know if there are fire control techniques and secrets related to array patterns here."

"There are no treasure makers in the foreign tribe, and only the internal tribe's treasure trove has it. As for the formation patterns, I have a primary formation pattern secret book here, so I will give it to you."

The old man took out a black book and handed it to Lin Mu. This was his personal belonging and he did not want to contribute to Lin Mu. It seemed that he had taken out the Seven Sha King Seal to Lin Mu and regretted it. This primary formation pattern was used as compensation.

"For this reason, thank you elder."
Chapter completed!