Hua Jiancheng invited Wu Bei to another hall. There was an old man with silver hair sitting in the hall who looked to be about sixty years old. The old man was wearing black clothes. He was in good spirits and had no wrinkles on his face.
Hua Jiancheng saw the old man and said quickly: "Mr. Lin! This is Mr. Ye I mentioned before. Mr. Wu's medical skills are very good!"
This Mr. Lin is a master of the seventh level of Qi training. With his cultivation level, he is already a top figure in the world. Of course, he is not a very powerful person among cultivators.
Mr. Lin was very kind. He nodded slightly to Wu Bei: "Wu Xiaoyou, nice to meet you."
Wu Bei could see that Mr. Lin had a hidden nobleness under his kind eyes. As masters of the eighth level of Qi training, Wu Bei and Hua Jiancheng were not worth mentioning in his eyes.
Wu Bei didn't mind either. He sat down casually and asked, "When will the trade fair start?"
Hua Jiancheng: "It starts at three o'clock in the evening and ends at three o'clock in the morning, a total of twelve hours. We will set off in half an hour. When we get there, it will be almost three o'clock."
Lin Laoxiao asked: "What are you going to buy, Xiaoyou Wu?"
Wu Bei: "The main thing is to find some medicinal materials. If you can find an alchemy furnace, buy one."
He actually has a very high-end alchemy furnace on him, which was given by Zuo Qianqiu. However, he just arrived here and did not dare to take it out, so he had to buy another one.
Mr. Lin showed a surprised look: "My little friend, do you want to buy an alchemy furnace to make elixirs?"
No wonder he was surprised. In the secular world, there was no monk who could make alchemy. After all, alchemists were very rare even in the world of cultivation.
Naturally, Wu Bei would not tell the truth and said with a smile: "I don't know how to make alchemy. I am just curious and want to buy an alchemy furnace to try it out."
Mr. Lin said "Oh" and said: "The price of the alchemy furnace is not high, but the medicinal materials for making alchemy are hard to find. Even a first-class elixir costs tens of millions."
Wu Bei asked: "Can I spend fairy coins at the trade fair?"
Mr. Lin: "Of course you can, Bi
There are actually many monks participating in the transaction. To put it bluntly, this Immortal Trading Conference is a grand event for mortals and cultivators to participate together."
After saying a few words, Hua Jiancheng received a call and said he would go out for a while. At this time, Mr. Lin suddenly smiled and asked Wu Bei: "I heard Hua Jiancheng say that you easily defeated the third level of Qi training. But I saw
It’s beyond your level of cultivation.”
Wu Bei: "I'm just at the fourth level of Qi training. I'm a little stronger than the opponent. There's no way I can compare with Mr. Lin."
Mr. Lin: "Oh, can you see through my cultivation?"
Wu Bei smiled and said: "Although I can't see clearly, Mr. Lin's aura is very powerful. I think he is at least a strong person at the seventh and eighth levels of Qi training."
Mr. Lin nodded: "You do have some insight. I am indeed at the eighth level of Qi training. So, if I ask you something, you'd better tell the truth."
Wu Beiyi raised his eyebrows. This sentence was quite rude. He said calmly: "Why did Mr. Lin say this?"
A sneer appeared on Mr. Lin's face and he said: "I know you are also a cultivator. Your cultivation is not as good as mine, but I can't see through your realm. This means that there must be some treasure in you that blocks your aura. I'm right.
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Wu Bei said calmly: "Mr. Lin, what is on my body, does it have anything to do with you?"
Mr. Lin laughed "haha": "You are a junior, and your cultivation level is not as good as mine. Isn't it right to give me something? If I am happy, I might be able to guide you in your cultivation."
Wu Bei sighed and said, "Have Mr. Lin and Hua Jiancheng discussed it?"
Mr. Lin shook his head: "He doesn't know. I don't need to cooperate with others to deal with a little person like you."
Wu Bei's expression turned cold: "Are you sure you can handle me?"
Mr. Lin said calmly: "You are not like a member of the sect, at most you are
You are a wild cultivator. At your age, it is impossible for your cultivation to be higher than the fifth level of Qi training. I am an eighth level Qi training person, wouldn’t it be easy to handle you?"
Wu Bei: "What do you want?"
Mr. Lin: "As a wild cultivator, you must have had adventures to be able to practice today, so hand over all the good things you have. It is not easy to practice in the secular world. When I meet a fat sheep like you, I will naturally not
miss."
Wu Bei's expression remained unchanged, and he asked: "How long have you been practicing?"
Mr. Lin touched his beard: "I am eighty-four this year."
Wu Bei nodded: "Eighty-four, it's not a loss if you live till now."
"Crack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Bei's hand had already pinched Mr. Lin's neck, and with a slight twist, he broke his spine.
Mr. Lin's face turned pale and he lay straight on the ground.
Wu Bei then searched his body and found a leather bag, the size of a palm. After picking up this small bag, his heart was moved. There was a faint fluctuation of mana in this thing. There was actually a three or four meter tall man in it, more than 20 years old.
Square meters of dimensional space! There are many things that Mr. Lin collected in this space.
When Mr. Lin saw him picking up his most precious dimensional bag, he said eagerly: "Put it down!"
Wu Bei said calmly: "Old Lin, you, a Qi practitioner, dare to be so arrogant and bully me. Now you regret it. Not only will you lose your life, but all your things will also belong to me."
Lao Lin glared at him and said, "Who are you? Why did you attack so quickly? I didn't even have a chance to react!"
Wu Bei looked at him and said: "I am a monk in the secret realm. It's not surprising that you can't see through me."
Wu Bei glanced at the dimensional bag, then squinted his finger between Lao Lin's eyebrows and said, "Go to sleep."<
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A force destroyed Lao Lin's brain, and he turned into a dead corpse without any pain.
Just after Lao Lin died, Hua Jiancheng came in from outside. He was surprised when he saw Lao Lin on the ground: "Mr. Wu, what happened to him?"
Wu Bei sighed and said: "While he was practicing just now, he suddenly went crazy. His brain turned into water and he died."
Hua Jiancheng took a deep look at Wu Bei. Of course he didn't believe it, but he immediately sighed: "Old Lin's fate is not good!" Then he called someone over to dispose of the body.
After Lao Lin was carried away, Hua Jiancheng became more respectful to Wu Bei. After all, a person who could kill the eighth level Qi practitioner was not someone he could offend.
"Mr. Wu, we'll leave in a minute. Also, I'm going to take two things over to sell them. Please take a look at them, sir."
He waved, and someone brought two boxes. When he opened the first box, there was a light blue spar with an irregular shape, and something was glowing inside.
Seeing the blue spar, Wu Bei used his dimensional eyes to observe and saw a seed inside the spar, which was the one that was glowing. He reached out and pressed the spar and found that it was soft, similar to a kind of glue.
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Although he didn't recognize what the blue thing was, he could tell based on his experience that the blue crystal was probably a kind of spiritual soil! As for the seed, it must be extraordinary.
He asked: "How did you get it?"
Hua Jiancheng: "Five years ago, I was building a house in my hometown and planned to build a large villa for my parents to live in. When I was digging the foundation, I dug out a bronze box, which was sealed very tightly and had some runes painted on it."
After saying that, he took out his mobile phone and showed Wu Bei the photos he took that year.
When Wu Bei saw the words on it, they were all fairy inscriptions. He was thoughtful and felt that there should be more than one thing, so he asked: "Are there anything else around the bronze box?"
