The five-person faction does not look like practicing Taoist priests, but is closer to the gangsters.
However, after Xie Duanyang used his spiritual consciousness to explore back and forth, he also saw some clues.
Each of the five people still has one or two high-quality magic weapons.
But it is not the killing protection that he is familiar with, or the flying treasure.
In my own eyes, the effect is quite useless.
At this point, I have to mention the hardships of casual cultivation. Just getting the appropriate cultivation techniques requires a lot of effort and effort.
After finally achieving a small amount of success and accumulating a certain amount of wealth, as long as you still want to take a further step in the path of spiritual cultivation, rather than simply hang out in the world and enjoy wealth.
I definitely won’t spend it to buy any powerful offensive weapon.
The most cost-effective thing is to learn a craft.
It doesn’t take much, just have a few skills to cultivate spiritual plants and brew spiritual wine.
It can basically be self-sufficient, there is no shortage of spiritual stones, and it can be passed down to future generations.
In comparison, the art of alchemy and weapon refining, which costs a lot of money and has extremely low success rate, is not cost-effective.
Or, just buy an "internal refining" treasure that can cleanse the qi machine, nourish the body, and condense the spiritual energy.
It can make practicing a little easier.
Bit by bit, accumulated over time, it may be possible to determine whether you can break through the foundation building before the deadline.
As for the golden elixir, they don't even dare to hope for it.
However, for monks with excellent qualifications and good backgrounds in the sect, these are dispensable additions.
As for the condensed spiritual energy, nothing can compare with the rich spiritual energy of the sect’s spiritual veins.
Just swallowing a pill or spiritual fruit is equivalent to ten or two days of hard work.
After seeing through the basics of the five people, Xie Duanyang had a general understanding of their personalities and styles.
He should belong to the kind of casual cultivator who is more responsible, rather than a guy who is always motivated by wealth and kills people to seize treasures.
Those people will not use their hard-earned wealth to buy such things.
It must have been replaced by magical weapons and talismans that facilitate killing, to enhance one's own strength and attack other monks.
In this way, the other party's accumulation will naturally become one's own easily.
What's more, except for the mid-term monk, the auras of the other four people are considered pure, and there is no vicious and hateful aura.
Apparently there was no blood on his hands.
Although even if the other five people are all foundation-building monks, Xie Duanyang is content and not afraid.
But it’s always good if it can reduce the trouble.
Just when he was thinking about how to join them, he saw the most powerful old man with a gray beard suddenly tightened the reins, causing the spirit horse to stop and look around.
An iron chain flew out of the sleeve, the back half was wrapped around the arm, and the front half poked out, swinging from side to side following the old man's line of sight.
On his body, there was a ray of earthy yellow light flowing out at the same time.
However, Xie Duanyang can still feel that there is still a powerful energy dormant in his right sleeve.
Obviously, this is the opponent’s real trump card.
Although he still didn't care about this thing, the old man's reaction surprised him a little.
Although I just released the method of spiritual consciousness detection, it is a bit rough and not precise enough.
But it shouldn’t be discovered only in the middle stage of foundation building.
"It seems that those who can achieve foundation building among casual cultivators are indeed not ordinary people."
Xie Duanyang secretly sighed, generally speaking, with the qualifications of the Three Spiritual Roots, one can securely join the major sects in Tiannan, and at the worst, one can become an outer disciple.
Unless you are too old and miss the best opportunity to practice.
Therefore, although the casual cultivators are much weaker than the disciples of the sect, under this situation, the rogue cultivators who can still build the foundation will be screened out through the waves.
Those who are all born of luck and have extraordinary minds are generally better than the monks of the sect.
The old man is undoubtedly the backbone of the five people. Seeing his movements, the other four people reacted first and then later, but they all reacted quickly.
They stopped their horses one after another, or released magical weapons, or blessed spells and talismans, and surrounded the old man.
Based on the distance between the five people, you can easily see their relationship with each other.
The two foundation builders each occupy one place, and the three Qi Practitioners stand together in another place.
It's just that two of them are slightly more inclined to build two foundations.
The younger foundation-building monk holds a huge brush, pouring mana into it to stimulate aura.
At the same time, he held up several low-level spiritual talismans and formed a circle around him.
After doing this, he asked the gray-bearded old man in a low voice.
"Fellow Daoist Yao, what did you find?"
The old man didn't answer, he just released his spiritual consciousness and probed the area inch by inch.
He didn't find anything strange, but he was still worried, so he touched the horns on the head of the deer-like and horse-like spirit beast under his seat.
I saw the spirit beast's nose twitching, taking a few big gulps, and then shook its head at its owner.
The expression of the old man surnamed Yao returned to normal, and the Qi in his right sleeve calmed down.
"It's nothing, I just felt uneasy, so I cast a spell to detect it."
After touching the head of the spiritual beast, the old man turned back and said to the monk who wrote the pen with a smile.
"Although I am a beast with mediocre legs, I am the best at sensing spiritual energy and smelling body breath.
Since it didn't find anything weird, it just assumed that the old man was wrong."
Having said that, the old man did not put the iron cable away from the bottom of the car, but it was still wrapped around his left arm, ready to be used at any time.
Seeing all this in front of his eyes, young Zhuji looked slightly nervous.
"This place is less than a thousand miles away from the Lanhai Market, and more and more monks are appearing. It may not mean that fellow Taoists have misunderstood, but we still need to be extremely careful."
After a pause, he glanced at the three qi-training monks and said in a tone that left no room for doubt.
"That being the case, we should speed up our pace next.
You three, don't be too picky about it, the magic talisman is not worth much, just give it to the horse."
Seeing that the foundation-building monks were all so cautious, the three qi-training monks felt nervous and responded in a hurry.
Take out the old talisman paper from the storage bag, and skillfully stick it on the horse's neck and limbs.
Their horses were obviously specially trained and were wearing talismans, and there was some commotion at first.
But after stretching and moving my body a few times and jogging for a while, I completely adapted and started running at a speed far exceeding the previous speed.
Although casual cultivators are in dire straits, it is still easy to find a few strong horses that can run eight hundred meters a day and six hundred meters a night.
Under the influence of the divine walking talisman, the burst speed is almost as fast as their own "Wind Control Technique" and "Light Body Technique".
Although this move is a bit extravagant for them, they can still clearly distinguish the severity.
In such a chaotic place, try to save as much as possible without using your own magic power.
In this way, when encountering any unexpected changes, you can have one or two more resilience.
Because of this incident, the team atmosphere was not as relaxed and harmonious as before.
The five of them didn't say a word, just hurried on.
With a compliment, Xie Duanyang jumped up and made an arc in the air, intersecting with the direction of the five people's advance.
After practicing for about a hundred miles in Wu, when I was completely relaxed and turned around the Daoshan Col, the two sides happened to run into each other diagonally.
Seeing the five people, Xie Duanyang's face changed slightly, and he suddenly moved more than ten feet away to distance himself.
He pressed his back against the cliff and observed several people with a wary face.
The aura in the middle stage of foundation building was released without any reservation, and he released the bronze bell to cover himself. At the same time, dozens or hundreds of fist-sized golden-winged bees flew out from behind, buzzing.
His reaction and look were the same as those of the five people opposite him.
The first- and intermediate-level black tiger also had its claws and arched back, and roared with a low, threatening roar.
The two sides looked up at each other without saying a word, and the air became quiet for a while.
In the end, it was the old man with the gray beard who spoke first.
After sensing Xie Duanyang's momentum, the old man was startled at first, and the iron rope flew out almost immediately.
But after seeing the bronze bell and the swarm of bees released by Xie Duanyang, his expression softened.
"May I ask if you are a fellow Taoist going to Lanhai Market?"
The old man surnamed Yao pointed at the swarm of bees behind Xie Duanyang, stroking his beard and laughing.
"Fellow Taoist, I taught you how to tune the bees very well. You must have put a lot of effort into it.
However, it is indeed great for this bee to pollinate and make honey, and to grow Linggu medicinal materials, but it is a big waste to use it against the enemy."
If Xie Duanyang's first weapon was a flying sword that was good for killing, the old man surnamed Yao would definitely not have such a good attitude as he does now.
However, the big bell is obviously for defense, and the Baihuafeng is not born for fighting at all.
In this case, Xie Duanyang will naturally not be a notorious pirate.
Of course, before speaking, the old man had quickly used his spiritual consciousness and commanded the spirit beasts to check the surroundings to ensure that there were no other monks hiding nearby.
"So how many of them are there?
But Xie Meng Lang is rude."
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Xie Duanyang's eyes lit up, he carefully put the Flower Bee into the spirit beast bag, and explained to a few people.
"Xie is not good at fighting, but he made several fellow Taoists laugh."
Seeing that Xie Duanyang was motionless and still had the Chi Yuan Bell on his head, the gray-bearded old man knew that he was still on guard.
Instead of being angry, I felt more and more relieved.
After giving a wink to the four people and putting away the magic weapons and the like, the old man surnamed Yao urged the spirit beast under his crotch, walked forward for about ten feet and passed a few people before he stopped, patted the spirit beast on the head, and said pleasantly.
"Thank you for what you said, Fellow Daoist. This Baihua Bee is of such good quality that it is really hard to find.
He is much better than this guy..."
As he said this, he seemed to have a look of envy on his face.
What the gray-bearded old man said is not false.
Although his spiritual beast is somewhat magical, it is really not good in other aspects.
Although he is at the upper level of the first level, he is almost reaching the threshold of the second level, but it is not enough to fight on the road, and he has to spend resources to support him.
Xie Duanyang’s swarm of bees is also a waste of fighting skills.
But the brewed spiritual honey is a real spiritual object for spiritual cultivation, and can earn the protagonist a lot of spiritual stones. How can he not make the old man envious?
As for Black Tiger, he was ignored directly.
He was only in the middle stage of Qi training. Even if he looked good, he would be killed if he raised his hand. It was not worth a second glance.
"No matter where it is, it's just the legacy of our ancestors, handed down from our ancestors."
Xie Duanyang shook his head and said with a slightly ashamed expression.
"If Xie Mou alone could not cultivate him to this point?"
"Oh, so Brother Xie is still a queen from a famous family?"
The old man raised his eyebrows and asked about Xie Duanyang's background.
Xie Duanyang already had a draft in mind, so he came right out and said that he was a descendant of a small immortal cultivating family in Huayu Country.
Because of his poor qualifications, he was unable to join the two sects, so he had no choice but to continue his ancestral business as a beekeeper.
Bring heirloom bees to travel between small and medium-sized families, or to cultivate caves to pollinate the spiritual plants they cultivate.
Not only can you earn some meager rewards, but you can also brew some spiritual honey.
Huayu Country and Wangshui Country are separated by Fengdu, Dongyu, Chayun and other countries, tens of thousands of miles away.
Although the Fifth Cultivator is not a home cultivator and his knowledge is not weak, the furthest he can go is just wandering around the border of Wangshui Country. How can he know the situation in Huayu Country?
Naturally, they don’t know whether what Xie Duanyang said is true or false. Everyone listened with great interest and couldn’t help but exclaim in amazement.
"Oh, it turns out that Huayu Junior High School actually has foundation-building pills for sale at a clearly marked price?"
The old man surnamed Yao and the other monk surnamed Chen who used this type of magical weapon have both established the foundation.
After listening to it, I only gained some knowledge and had no special reaction.
The three qi-training monks looked at each other and had some ideas.
Due to the special environmental structure of Wangshui Country, some foundation-building pills of black or gray origin appear every year in the market here. In short, they are insulated from white.
After the two paths of good and evil expanded and the war began, the number of foundation-building pills also increased.
However, as a necessary item for monks to build their foundation, this thing is a real hard currency.
Even if they are foundation-building and pill-forming monks, they all want to stock up on three or two pills in advance for their descendants or disciples.
There are many more casual cultivators in Wangshui Junior High School.
Therefore, no matter how many appear, the supply will eventually exceed demand.
And the price is not like other magic weapons and spiritual objects, it will be much cheaper than the normal price.
After calculation, the price at each auction is actually more expensive than the prices listed in the markets of Flower Language Country.
Especially in the market where good and bad people are mixed, even if you successfully take the foundation building, it means that it will become the target of many monks, and you may not be able to take it back safely for consumption.
It can be said that every time there is an auction of foundation-building pills in Wangshui Country Market, there will inevitably be a monk at the end of the auction.
Although it cannot compare with the loss of elimination rate of the Yue Kingdom Blood Ban Trial, it still makes many people fearful.
It's almost time for the third cultivator to purchase the Foundation Building Pill, and he has also considered how to deal with such a situation.
The friendship between three people may not be without some considerations.
Now I suddenly heard that there is such a place, I just need to stay for a few years.
After passing the qualification review, you can spend spiritual stones to safely obtain the foundation building pill. It is definitely a lie to say that you are not tempted.
After all, although the journey is far, for them monks, it is only a matter of a year and a half.
Although he didn't go directly to Huayu Junior High School, he still asked Xie Duanyang for details.
"It's not easy for fellow Taoist to travel tens of thousands of miles south."
Looking at the appearance of the three of them, Chen Zhuji clenched the five fingers of his right hand into a fist, put it to his lips, and coughed lightly to signal them to stop.
After sighing, he asked.
"I don't know what Brother Xie wants to buy. Although the five of us are not as experienced as Brother Xie.
But after all, I have gained some ground and convenience here, and maybe I can help fellow Taoists.
I still have a rough idea of which store is the worst, what its background is, and how it treats customers."