Lei Jing looked at the five jade articles on the table with some disgust, three jade bracelets and two jade rings. The material of the jade articles was not bad, but it was still too ordinary.
For a martial arts master, a few pieces of jade are nothing. With one piece of spiritual crystal, you can buy a large basket.
Lei Jing pursed his lips, stretched out two fingers, picked up a space ring, as if he was holding a dung beetle in his hand, played with it lightly, threw it back to the table, and fiercely threw it
Wiping his fingers on his sleeves, he said in a neutral tone: "You want to put these jade articles into the auction house? Don't embarrass me, okay? The auction house in Tianmo Wucheng, but Tianmo Ridge Three
The largest auction house in the sixteen counties, only the top treasures can be sent for auction. Those who can enter the auction house are first-class big shots."
Lei Jing's meaning is very simple. Take away these dung beetles... no... the jade articles of yours. Don't take them out to embarrass others =.
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "Master, will you take another look?"
"Look again?"
Lei Jing stared at the table, suspicious, could there be any secret hidden in these jade articles?
With a curious attitude, Lei Jing picked up a space ring again and injected a ray of true energy into the ring.
"Wow!"
As the true energy poured into the ring, a faint white halo emerged on the surface of the ring, as if a door to nothingness opened on the ring, leading to a mysterious space.
After discovering the secret of the space ring, Lei Jing's pupils immediately emitted a frightening light. He looked at the jade articles on the table again, as if an old pervert saw a group of unparalleled beauties who had stripped naked.
Lei Jing stared at Zhang Ruochen again, gathered the five space treasures into a pile, stretched out a big hand, and pressed the five space treasures tightly under his palm, as if he was afraid of flying away.
Lei Jing coughed twice, his face turned red and his expression remained unchanged as he said: "Zhang Ruochen, you have only been with Master for a short time, so you probably don't know yet that you have a total of five Master's wives. Master, look at how well polished these jade pieces are.
It's really exquisite, I thought to myself, how about I take it back and treat it as a filial gift from you to them."
When Lei Jing opened his mouth, Zhang Ruochen felt something was wrong, but he did not expect that the dignified master of the Silver-robed Elder's Pavilion was actually an old rogue who even wanted to steal his disciple's treasures.
Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen was prepared and said calmly: "Don't you want to know, Master, how the disciple obtained these jade articles?"
Lei Jing also showed a curious expression and asked, "That's right! My teacher was about to ask."
Zhang Ruochen said: "My disciple once discovered an ancient cave left over from the Middle Ages, and got some treasures inside. Not only these jade articles, but also several top-level cultivation techniques."
In order to conceal his identity as the son of Emperor Ming eight hundred years ago, Zhang Ruochen could only make up a lie first.
This is also very helpless!
Lei Jing had long expected that Zhang Ruochen must have had some adventures. Otherwise, how could he, a prince from a lower-class county, have developed twenty-seven meridians?
At least, the skills he practiced must be quite amazing.
This is not a strange thing. The Kunlun world has a long history, and countless powerful people have been born since ancient times. Even if Zhang Ruochen encountered an ancient sage's cave, it would not be a strange thing.
Lei Jing was a principled person, so he did not ask about Zhang Ruochen's adventures, nor did he even think about robbing Zhang Ruochen of his cultivation techniques.
Just like Yan Lixuan back then, it was because of a spiritually high-grade swordsmanship that he had a knot in his heart and couldn't break through for decades.
It can be said that the losses outweigh the gains.
Lei Jing stared at Zhang Ruochen deeply and said, "What do you mean?"
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "As far as I know, a warrior only has one chance to modify his skills, and that is when he is in the Fish and Dragon Realm."
"The Fish-Dragon Realm is also known as the 'Nine Transformations of Fish-Dragon'. In this realm, a warrior will undergo nine transformations. A warrior who can complete nine transformations is like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, and the fish turns into a dragon in one fell swoop.
Step into the Holy Gate and reach the semi-Saint realm. A warrior who cannot complete nine transformations will always be a fish and cannot touch the Holy Gate at all."
"A warrior in the Fish-Dragon Realm can change his cultivation method every time he transforms. The higher the cultivation method, the faster the cultivation speed, and the higher his achievements in the future. Master, don't you want to change to a higher-level one?
Practicing exercises?"
Lei Jing said with a smile: "The "Blood Cloud Sutra" I practiced for my master is a low-level ghost-level technique. It is not inferior at all to the Yuntai Sect's most powerful technique, the "Holy Qiankun Kung Fu". Don't you think it is better?
Can you come up with a technique more powerful than the "Blood Cloud Sutra"?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "Unfortunately, the disciple got a ghost-level top-grade Kung Fu book in that ancient cave, called "Blood Nerve", which seems to have the same origin as the "Blood Cloud Sutra". It was modified from the "Blood Cloud Sutra"
"Blood Nerve" is definitely a piece of cake. I originally wanted to honor the Master, but since the Master is unwilling... then..."
Before Zhang Ruochen could finish speaking, Lei Jing suddenly stood up and shouted: "You unfilial disciple, when did I say you didn't want to?"
As if realizing that he had lost his composure, Lei Jing sat back down in embarrassment and said with a smile: "Zhang Ruochen, your cultivation level is still low after all. You may not be able to understand the ghost-level skills. You first read "Blood Nerve"
"Take it out and ask my master to help you identify it. Maybe it is not a real high-grade ghost-level technique."
Zhang Ruochen no longer piqued Lei Jing's appetite, took out the "Blood Nerve" that he had written silently, and handed it to Lei Jing.
Lei Jing looked at "Blood Nerve" with his fingers trembling a little. Although he looked very calm on the surface, he was extremely excited in his heart.
It is just a transcript, not the original version of the exercises.
Opening the first page of "Blood Nerve", Lei Jing had just read the first sentence, and he was completely immersed in it, as if he was in a trance. He was completely immersed in the mysterious skills. He read it with gusto and couldn't extricate himself.
, kept shouting.
"Wonderful! It is truly wonderful! It is indeed a top-grade ghost-level technique. It is exquisite, profound and profound. I am afraid that even a saint would have a hard time interpreting all the subtleties in it."
A whole hour passed, and Lei Jing did not take his eyes away from "Blood Nerve", as if he had forgotten Zhang Ruochen who was still standing beside him.
If he were allowed to continue watching, Zhang Ruochen suspected that he would keep watching in his current position for a month.
"Master, Master, Master."
Zhang Ruochen called out three times, and Lei Jingcai reluctantly looked away from "Blood Nerve", as if holding a peerless treasure, and quickly stuffed "Blood Nerve" into his arms, for fear of being snatched away by Zhang Ruochen
.
Now, let alone Zhang Ruochen, even if the master of Wu City Academy wants to steal "Blood Nerve", Lei Jing will fight him desperately.
The difference between the low-level ghost-level skills and the high-level ghost-level skills seems to be only two levels, but the value of the skills is more than a hundred times different.
Originally, at Lei Jing's age, he had no hope of reaching the semi-saint realm.
But getting "Blood Nerve" gave Lei Jing hope again.
As long as he practices this kind of high-grade ghost-level technique, he has great hope of reaching the semi-saint realm.
The more Lei Jing looked at it, the more he felt that Zhang Ruochen liked him. How could he be so lucky to have accepted such a disciple who defied the will of heaven?
Not only his "talent" is against the heavens, but his "luck" is also against the heavens.
If "Qi Luck" is not against the heavens, how can one obtain such a powerful training method as "Blood Nerve"?
Zhang Ruochen said: "Master, how have you considered the auction?"
After obtaining "Blood Nerve", the impact of the five space treasures on Lei Jing is no longer so strong.
Lei Jing looked at the five space treasures and said proudly: "Zhang Ruochen, don't worry, my master will help you handle this matter properly. Just wait and bring the sack with you on the day of the auction.
Go to the auction house to install the spiritual crystals!"
"No need for sacks, disciples have treasures from higher dimensions."
Zhang Ruochen took out a newly refined space jade bracelet, handed it to Lei Jing, and said: "This space jade bracelet is a treasure for disciples to honor their master. It is a hundred times better than those five space treasures. I hope that Master
Take it."
Lei Jing picked up the space jade bracelet and examined it carefully. Sure enough, he found that the inner space of the space jade bracelet was very vast, and it also had defensive inscriptions and owner identification inscriptions engraved on it.
The five space treasures on the table looked like defective products compared with it.
When he said earlier that he would give five space treasures to Zhang Ruochen's five mistresses, he was actually just joking with Zhang Ruochen.
The disciple got five space treasures and only wanted to auction them off, but did not think of giving one to his master. Lei Jing was naturally very unhappy, so he frightened Zhang Ruochen in that way.
Facts have proved that Zhang Ruochen is not disrespectful to his master, but has something better prepared for him. Lei Jing is naturally in a good mood.
After Zhang Ruochen left, Lei Jing put the space jade bracelet on his wrist. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What a good boy, you are worthy of being my disciple."
"Zhang Ying, Ji Fantian." Lei Jing called.
After hearing Lei Jing's message, the two silver-robed elders immediately rushed to the Yin-robed Elder's Pavilion, knelt on one knee and bowed to Lei Jing: "Greetings to the Pavilion Master, what are your orders?"
"You guys get up first!"
The two silver-robed elders stood up.
Lei Jing placed a thick stack of invitations on the table and said: "Zhang Ying, the master of this pavilion orders you to deliver these ten letters to the hands of those ten people within three days."
Zhang Ying was a little surprised. It was just delivering a letter. Such a trivial matter actually had to be done by a silver-robed elder himself. Could the Pavilion Master be making too much of a fuss?
When Zhang Ying took the ten envelopes and saw the names written on them, she was even more shocked.
"The sect leader of Yuntai Sect, Han Li."
"Head of the Divine Blood Sect, Sima Mingde."
"Palace Master of Taiqing Palace, Ye Huiyi."
"The Prince of Minshu County, Xia Xuecheng."
…
Each of the names on the envelope is a famous overlord of Tianmo Ridge. If anyone sneezes, the entire thirty-six counties of Tianmo Ridge will be shaken.
What happened, that the Pavilion Master actually wanted to invite these people?
Zhang Ying asked: "Pavilion Master, is it... is there another martial arts conference that takes place every ten years?"
Lei Jing said: "Zhang Ying, your memory is getting worse and worse. Wasn't there a martial arts conference held three years ago?"
"But……"
"It's not that much, but just send the letter." Lei Jing said.
Lei Jing said nothing about the content of the letter.
"Yes! I'm going now."
After Zhang Ying saluted Lei Jing, he quickly walked out of the Silver Robe Elder Pavilion.