The old man glanced at him and said as if to suggest something: "Instead of relying on external things, it is better to improve your strength."
Tang Yun sneered at such nonsense and chuckled: "To improve your strength, add armor. Wouldn't it be better to have double protection?"
He smiled, stopped persuading, and pointed to the shelf next to Tang Yun: "How about this one? It looks thin, but in fact it is made of ink soul iron.
It was once the armor of a general, but later the family fell into decline, and their descendants gave many of the items to the Zhenwu Pavilion."
"not bad."
Tang Yun turned around and saw that the armor was a kind of jet black. As the old man said, it really looked like light armor. It looked like it was only a few millimeters thick. It was divided into five parts: shoulder pads, wrist guards, breastplate, skirt armor, and iron boots.
parts, no helmet...
As if aware of his thoughts, the old man said calmly: "The helmet has been lost a long time ago."
Tang Yun stepped forward and touched it. A cold feeling came from his fingertips. He said, "Ink Soul Iron, I remember that this kind of ore seems to have more restraint on ghosts."
"That's right."
The old man seemed to recall the past and sighed: "That man once guarded the Fortress of Ten Thousand Ghosts, where there were more ghosts than living things..."
Tang Yun was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "That's it. How much merit does it have?"
"three hundred."
"Huh? So expensive?"
The old man sneered at his lack of knowledge and said, "If this thing wasn't made into armor, and it was replaced by something else, it would have to be doubled several times."
What he said was indeed true.
Warriors rarely wear armor, except for those generals who fight on the battlefield to protect themselves from cold arrow attacks. No matter how thin the armor is, it will affect flexibility and do more harm than good to warriors.
Well, at least most people think so.
However, Tang Yun was no longer among them. He always felt that saving his life was the most important thing.
Just like before time travel, in the winter there were always some coquettish girls with their ankles exposed, wearing small jackets, shivering like dogs from the cold, and still thinking they were cool.
Tang Yun has always been able to wear as much as he wants, because his body is more important.
Despite this, there was still a young lady leaning against him, and he felt that the other party might have seen his inner beauty - being rich and driving a Ferrari with one hand.
But having said that, when he went out wearing this thing, it was really eye-catching.
"In order to save your life, be eye-catching." Tang Yun put on this armor without hesitation.
The old man twitched the corner of his mouth, holding back his words, and walked out without saying a word. After registering according to the rules, three hundred merit points were deducted, and Tang Yun now had twenty left.
"Bone Forging Pill." Tang Yun said casually. One pill of this thing has two points of merit, and one bottle has five pills. That means Tang Yun can exchange two bottles for a total of ten pills.
The old man gave him two bottles of elixirs and said: "If you don't change this armor, these many achievements will be enough for you to continue taking elixirs to increase your cultivation speed."
Tang Yun pouted: "But with this pair of armor, I can now increase my strength, and as my level improves, the combination of the two is better than a single suit."
"……roll!"
The old man waved his hand in disgust and told him to get out. The two people's brain circuits were different and they were not on the same channel at all. This was a joke.
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As soon as he returned home, the housekeeper hurried over and said softly: "Sir, two people just arrived. They showed President Zhao's name card and are waiting in the main hall."
As she spoke, she seemed a little scared, and added in a low voice: "One of the people was covered by a black robe, and there was a chilly feeling when he got close."
Tang Yun raised his eyebrows and nodded calmly: "I understand, let's go down."
It seems that Tang Yanyue has arrived, and she moves very quickly. Li Xiao is okay, but I don't know if he is dead.
If he is not dead, he can be cultivated. Tang Yun is true to his word. Since Li Xiao did not run away and really dared to risk his life, he would naturally not be stingy with a chance.
Seeing him close the door, Tang Yanyue took off her black robe, revealing her ferocious features: "You are finally here."
Li Xiao faced Tang Yun again, still a little nervous: "Sir, I..."
Tang Yun came to the front seat and sat down, interrupting him: "From today on, you will have twenty taels of silver per month. It's up to you whether you want to eat, drink, gamble, or practice martial arts."
Li Xiao couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard that Tang Yun didn't teach him personally, but when he thought of the twenty taels of silver, he couldn't help but get excited and quickly bowed: "Thank you, thank you... Young Master."
"Go to the housekeeper, he will arrange a place for you." Tang Yun waved his hand and asked him to step back. Li Xiao is of no use now, so send him away and let him play by himself.
There was a hint of appreciation in Tang Yanyue's words: "This guy is pretty good. He has average strength and lives alone. He actually dares to go deep into the Lianyun Mountains and survive for a few days. If I'm not wrong, you didn't think he could come back alive from the beginning, right?"
"perhaps."
Tang Yun didn't say too much. Anyway, there was a basis for cooperation last time. There was no need for the two parties to chat and test each other. He said directly: "I'll give you a chance, do you want it?"
Tang Yanyue stretched out her hand, her long nails glowing with a cold sheen: "I am Mao Zhan. It is said that I have reached the peak. What chance can you give me?"
"Yaksha." Tang Yun looked at her quietly.
"Ha~"
Tang Yanyue put away her ferocious claws and sneered in doubt: "Do you know how difficult it is for things like zombies to survive in this world? According to records, the last time Yaksha appeared was more than seven hundred years ago."
Tang Yun took a sip of tea and said, "You relied on exotic treasures to achieve Mao Zhan in a short period of time, but you don't have enough foundation. It stands to reason that Mao Zhan can rival a tenth-grade warrior, you... haha."
Tang Yanyue asked back: "So, you still dare to talk about Yaksha?"
"Mao Zhan, to put it bluntly, is just a kind of zombie."
Tang Yun lowered his eyes, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at her ferocious facial features: "Zombies can be roughly divided into two categories, either like you, sucking Yin evil spirits, warriors' energy and blood to strengthen themselves. From walking zombies to Mao Zong, and even Yaksha.
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The other type is one with deep blessings. If you die in a place where the Five Elements gather Yin, you can control water, fire, wood, metal and earth by becoming a zombie. This is the Five Elements Zombie. It is good to have extraordinary talents, but it will be more difficult for them to cultivate accordingly."
Tang Yanyue said nothing, she was listening.
Tang Yun continued: "You are Mao Zhan. Compared with the Five Elements Zombies, you need much less background and are not so demanding.
So as long as I replenish the missing foundation for you, when it overflows, you can fade away from this appearance and turn into a flying yaksha."
Tang Yanyue smiled: "What is needed for this is not just a few bottles of pills and a few warriors."
Tang Yun raised his finger and looked at her with a smile: "Is it enough for one sect to have warriors? There are six twelfth-grade warriors, about a hundred who have not yet entered the ranks, three eleventh-grade warriors, and two tenth-grade warriors.
There might even be a seriously injured ninth-level warrior."