In the human world, the high-level source stones that warriors flock to are nothing more than a broken stone lacking spiritual energy in the fairy world.
"What about this?"
Ling Luo thought for a while and took out another piece of divine source.
When Ling Weiyang saw the piece of divine source, her eyes suddenly lit up and she said: "This is a spiritual stone with very abundant spiritual energy. Among low-grade spiritual stones, it can be considered the best."
Ling Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, fortunately.
She has many such divine sources.
If she really entered the Xiangang guild where casual cultivators and peripheral disciples gathered empty-handed, she would be really embarrassed.
"Hey, I came to participate in the Fairy Gang meeting this time. I brought a dozen low-level flying talismans, a dozen low-level thunder talismans, ten low-level flowing fire pills, and the wings of the first-level monster Tianjue Zichan.
A pair, elementary skills..."
Obviously, Ling Weiyang is a young man who likes to show off. As soon as he heard that Ling Luo didn't bring anything, he happily started to show off how many materials he had brought.
Ling Luo was slightly speechless.
It seems that the IQs of people in the heaven are not much higher than those in the mortal world. They are not bad at all.
"Miss Ling, hehe, you won't mind my verbosity, right? When I was in the family, I rarely found friends with whom I could talk so well."
Ling Luo became more and more speechless.
She just said a few words to him. This little boy was really not that simple, and he began to treat her as a friend.
"The Immortal Gang Meeting is only held every five years and is specially prepared for us juniors who have descended to the Immortal Realm."
Finally, when Ling Luo's ears were almost calloused, the two finally arrived.
What appears in front of you is a towering bluestone door like a palace. The four characters "Xiangang Xiaohui" are engraved on the door in hot gold, with dragons and phoenixes dancing like dragons.
As soon as I entered the gate, I saw rows of stalls set up by cultivators, which was as lively as a market.
At a glance, they are all cultivators in their teens and twenties, very young, none of them are over thirty years old.
It seems that Ling Weiyang is right, this is indeed a grand event for the juniors.
Although this young man seemed a bit heartless, Ling Luo did get a lot of reliable information from him.
"Weiyang, why did you come here?"
A stern and old voice came from the opposite side.
Ling Luo raised her head and saw an old man in purple with white beard and hair. The old man's eye sockets were sunken and the wrinkles on his face were piled up.
"Third uncle!"
As soon as Ling Weiyang saw the old man in purple, a happy smile suddenly appeared on his round face.
He walked forward, bowed respectfully to the old man in purple clothes, and said, "My nephew is lost. If it hadn't been for the help of Miss Ling, he might not have been able to find Xiangang Mountain."
Ling Weiyang very diligently introduced Ling Luo to the old man in purple.
The old man in purple slightly squinted his sunken eyes, looked Ling Luo up and down with an almost scrutinizing gaze, and said: "This girl has already cultivated to the eighth level of life scars at a young age. It's not easy."
Ling Luo had a formulaic smile on his face and said: "Senior, you deserve the award. It's just a coincidence."
"Miss Ling, this is my third uncle, one of the stewards of the Qionghua sect. This Xiangang meeting is jointly managed by him and the seniors of other sects." Ling Weiyang said enthusiastically, with a voice filled with excitement.