When Lu Ping's words fell on Li Erqiang's ears, it was like throwing a nearly dry fish into the water. His whole body suddenly came to life, and everyone around him also "buzzed" towards the exploding pot, and then quickly calmed down.
Listen to Lu Ping's explanation.
Lu Ping pondered for a moment and said: "This is a thousand-year-old precious spiritual grass needed to refine a strange elixir. Generally, alchemists rarely use it, so few people know it. I need this thing to refine it now."
A kind of elixir, if you have any needs, I will try my best to satisfy you."
When everyone heard that these three black weeds were actually thousand-year-old spiritual grass, they were already screaming in surprise. They did not expect that such a treasure could appear in this market where mortals and monks were mixed!
Hearing Lu Ping's words, everyone fell silent and looked at Li Erqiang, who was standing beside Lu Ping, who was already stunned, to see what request he would make.
However, Li Erqiang is still immersed in great joy, and just murmured: "It is indeed a treasure, brother, you saw it, it is indeed a treasure, someone finally recognized it..."
Seeing Li Erqiang's excited expression, Lu Ping was afraid that he would not be able to get rid of this huge emotional gap in a short time, and that it would affect his cultivation over time, so he coughed. This sound stopped in Li Erqiang's ears, like thunder, and he was immediately stunned.
Li Erqiang came back in shock.
Li Erqiang glanced at Lu Ping gratefully and said: "If the senior had not recognized these three spiritual grasses today, the junior would have been so disheartened that he had no choice but to give up this treasure. Therefore, the junior will just follow the senior's orders."
Lu Ping smiled and secretly thought that this person is quite smart. The Millennium Spiritual Grass is too far away for the monks in the blood refining stage. It might be the crime of harboring the treasure, so he said: "Forget it, I won't take advantage of you. These three plants
Although Millennium Spirit Grass is rare, even if ordinary monks know it, it is useless to use it. Only I need to use it for a secret technique. I see that your cultivation has reached the peak of the blood refining stage, and you must be preparing to dissolve the blood.
There is a hemolytic pill in this jade bottle, which is enough to help you break through the hemolytic stage."
When Li Erqiang heard "Hemolytic Pill", his mind went blank. He took the jade bottle handed over by Lu Ping numbly. After being reminded by Xiao Sima, he calmed down and nodded in thanks.
Lu Ping waved his hand and said: "Quickly find a place to retreat and practice. It is best not to leave these three cities before the hemolysis is successful."
Li Erqiang's distracted eyes finally trembled, and he understood something. He pretended to glance around casually, and he saw several people's eyes flickering. He didn't know what they were planning. It was obviously because Lu Ping had cast some spell. The people next to him were
He didn't hear Lu Ping's reminder to him.
Li Erqiang hurriedly saluted Lu Ping and hurriedly walked out of the market. After a while, Lu Ping discovered that there were several monks setting up stalls in the market. They calmly put away their business and walked in the direction Li Erqiang left as if nothing had happened.
go.
Lu Ping shook his head and continued to walk around the market under the leadership of Xiao Sima. Following the example of Li Erqiang, many people in the market took out some of their own things from the bottom of the box for Lu Ping to appreciate, but Lu Ping never met anyone like Li Erqiang again.
Surprise, even so, Lu Ping found a few rare five-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs, which was considered a slight gain.
But even so, the few people who appreciated the spiritual herbs were extremely grateful. These spiritual herbs were so exotic that ordinary monks, even alchemists, would not know about them. What's more, this place is in a remote place, and the alchemist only has
There may be one or two people in the three major families who are usually very arrogant people, and it is hard for everyone to fawn over them.
A day passed in the blink of an eye, and Lu Ping returned to the cave with an excited little Sima. No wonder many monks like to visit the mortal market. This feeling of hunting for treasures is really wonderful, not to mention that as an alchemist, he has a lot of experience in all kinds of spiritual things.
The recognition of Cao Cao's evaluation can be seen in the admiring eyes of the casual cultivators around him, which greatly satisfies his vanity. He is quite high-spirited and gives pointers to the country. Lu Ping can't help but smile when he thinks of this. It seems that cultivators usually
There is not much difference from ordinary people.
He gave Little Sima ten spirit stones as wages, and repeatedly begged Lu Ping to come to him to handle anything. Seeing Little Sima leaving happily after getting his consent, Lu Ping smiled, and returned to the cave to start the solitary retreat.
build.
The last five days of training only allowed Lu Ping to alleviate the mana depletion and energy exhaustion caused by consecutive days of fighting. However, as Lu Ping's cultivation becomes more and more profound, this situation rarely occurs in fighting. However, once
Once it occurs, it cannot be fully restored in a short period of time.
Lu Ping swallowed an elixir and began to practice Qi and meditate on the Ling Gathering Futon. The powerful restorative function of "Beihai Tingtao Jue" enveloped the spiritual energy around Lu Ping, and was refined bit by bit into his blood to replenish the energy inside.
At this time, Lu Ping's bloodline was like a hungry glutton, swallowing up all the spiritual power one by one, refining it into mellow mana.
However, every time Lu Ping's skill moves into the blood of his right chest, a sharp sword energy emerges out of thin air, stinging Lu Ping's blood and causing obstacles to the operation of the skill, causing Lu Ping to use the "Beihai Listening to Waves Technique"
"It was slow for a while out of thin air.
Lu Ping's face became a little gloomy, he didn't expect Jin Li's sword energy to be so difficult to deal with.
On that day, Lu Pingyuan thought that Jin Li Zhenren, who had been weakened by him, only slightly injured himself with his full blow. However, every time Lu Ping used his skills to practice in the past few days, a line would appear near the wound on his right chest.
The sharp sword energy not only prevented the wound from healing, but also had an impact on Lu Ping's cultivation. At the same time, the pain, which was like cutting flesh, was really unbearable.
What a careless thing! Lu Ping smacked his lips fiercely, he deserves to be called a magic weapon, and he deserves to be called the Master of Forging Pills!
I think Master Jinli kept this sword energy in Lu Ping's body. In addition to affecting Lu Ping's cultivation, it also had a function of leaving a mark on Lu Ping's body, even if Lu Ping ran out of Master Jinli's perception range.
, he can also quickly find Lu Ping himself through this remaining sword energy.
This sword energy must be driven out of the body as soon as possible!
In the next three months, Lu Ping once again returned to the previous state of hard training. In addition to practicing every day, he also made alchemy. Every half month and twenty days, he would take Xiao Sima to various shops and mortal markets in Sanjia City.
Turn it in a circle and sweep up the five-hundred-year-old grass inside.
But obviously, even excluding the three black spiritual grasses from the last time, Lu Ping would not have the same harvest as when he first acquired it, but Lu Ping didn't care.
On the other hand, people in the mortal market regard Lu Ping as an expert. People often ask Lu Ping for some knowledge about spiritual herbs. Lu Ping does not reject anyone who comes and answers them one by one. Each of these casual cultivators has benefited a lot and is willing to go out to sea to harvest.
The spiritual grass was sold to Lu Ping.
It is not easy for casual cultivators to practice, and they often have incomplete inheritance. For these monks, any knowledge in the cultivation world is valuable. At least these explanations about spiritual herbs can allow them to gain more when exploring in the wild.
, in exchange for more cultivation resources.
What Lu Ping didn't notice was that when he was explaining to others, Little Sima who was following Lu Ping had been listening quietly. Whenever Lu Ping returned to the cave, Little Sima changed his previous attitude of being relaxed after finishing things.
Instead of showing a relaxed expression, he hurried back to his residence. Lu Ping smiled and didn't care.
The magic power in Lu Ping's body flows along with his blood, like an endless river. The rolling torrent splits mountains and rift valleys along the way, heading towards the goal. However, on the way, there is always a sword energy, as if cutting across the river.
A huge boulder made the torrent helplessly bypass it.
Then after the continuous erosion of the torrent, the edges of the boulder were finally smoothed, and then continued to loosen. Today, the torrent finally launched the final impact on it. The boulder swayed, and finally moved its position little by little, and finally
It was carried by the rolling torrent and rushed downstream.
Lu Ping drew a stream of clear water from the crystal glass bowl. Under Lu Ping's command, the clear water seemed to be like a river running around him. At the same time, Lu Ping was interpreting the flow of blood in Lu Ping's body. Suddenly, a wave splashed from the river, and the waves suddenly turned into shapes in the air.
A small sword, like a small fish wagging its head and tail, broke away from the river and began to have fun around Lu Ping's body.
Then came the second wave, the third, the fourth,... until the eighty-first little swordfish appeared vividly in front of the land.
There were still waves splashing in the river, but this time the waves turned into a water sword, but it was no longer as agile as a swordfish. It just swallowed the sharp edge and guarded Lu Ping's surroundings.
After a total of 324 waves splashed, the river seemed to suddenly become docile, flowing gently, with no more splashing waves, and just restrained an indomitable mood.
Lu Ping looked at the more than 300 sword rays in front of him, and at the same time the 81 sword rays that reached the spiritual realm, and smiled happily. It was finally a blessing in disguise. After half a year of hard training, he not only refined the sword rays that Master Jinli left in Lu Ping's body, but he smiled happily.
The sword energy that always causes trouble, and the skills practiced by Master Jin Li are actually the same as those of Lu Ping, which is of great reference. While refining this sword energy, Lu Ping actually made himself quite knowledgeable in the realm of swordsmanship and the level of swordsmanship.
Go to the next level.
It's just that the progress in cultivation is not great. Although there is no shortage of elixirs, Lu Ping uses his spiritual consciousness to observe the eighth hemolysis bead in the heart core space that has finally grown to one-third the size of the other seven. He is still quite helpless.
After all, the Heart Pill is a trick. Even though it is said to be harmless, it actually prolongs the time of cultivation.
After Lu Ping came out of the pass, he saw a golden sound transmission invitation talisman floating on the guard formation outside the cave. This was actually no different from an ordinary transmission talisman, but it was made more gorgeously and formally, and was generally used as an invitation.
Lu Ping stretched out his hand to wave the invitation, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated it. After a moment, Lu Ping narrowed his eyes playfully and said to himself: "It's an invitation from the Li family, this is quite interesting."
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