"Um, is there something wrong with our route back?" Walking on the road, Shen Lang looked at the scenery in front of him. The more he looked at it, the more unfamiliar it became, and he couldn't help but asked uneasily.
Xia Xingyuan remained silent and only exchanged glances with Shopkeeper Jian. It was unknown what the two of them were whispering over the phone. After a long time, Shopkeeper Jian said, "What the hell, you kid still wants to go back to Wuweiju?"
"Where can I go if I don't go back to Wuweiju? I've already paid the rent." Shen Lang said matter-of-factly.
"You still have the nerve to say that I confiscated two spiritual stones from you, so you dug such a big basket for me." Shopkeeper Jian glared at Shen Lang and said angrily: "You kid, just be more calm and don't do anything.
Just go out and cause trouble every day, and from now on stay in the Xia family’s Dan Pavilion."
"Can I have a second choice?" Shen Lang smiled bitterly.
"no!"
"no!"
The reactions of Shopkeeper Jian and Head Xia were surprisingly consistent.
"You bastard, what are you thinking about? Let me tell you this, looking at the entire Qingyun Sect, there are only a handful of people who can compare with Old Ghost Xia in alchemy." The sword shopkeeper said in an old-fashioned way: "Let you stay here
Studying alchemy in Dan Pavilion is your destiny."
Shen Lang was silent for a moment. In fact, he also knew that the sword shopkeeper did do it for his own good. And from the bottom of his heart, he did hope to enter the Alchemy Pavilion, learn more alchemy techniques, and obtain more alchemy recipes. This
It will be very helpful for his future practice and growth.
However, Patriarch Xia just praised him to the heavens in front of countless people! His soul power is naturally more than ten times stronger than others, and he is an unparalleled existence among alchemists... This shows that Patriarch Xia has high expectations for him.
It's very high.
However, Shen Lang himself knows best what his situation is. The reason why his soul power is strong is not at all an innate talent! It is because he used to be a True Spirit Realm monk, but after the Dantian was reshaped, his realm dropped.
After returning to the Qi Refining Realm, the soul power still remains in the True Spirit Realm!
Shen Lang remembered that he had taken a test when he became an alchemist in Lingyun Sect. His soul power was only about four times higher than that of monks of the same level. How could it be more than ten times so exaggerated?
To put it simply, the head of the Xia family made a mistake! It is true that he can become an alchemist, but he is definitely not a genius.
"It's okay to let me enter the Dan Pavilion, but I'll say the ugly things first. If I'm not a genius, you can't fall out." Shen Lang carefully glanced at Xia Xingyuan and the sword shopkeeper.
In fact, he was quite relieved about Jian Shopkeeper Shen Lang. After several contacts, he also knew that Jian Shopkeeper was not the kind of person who was too snobbish.
However, Shen Lang, the head of the Xia family, is not so relieved. After all, this is the first time they have met, and the head of the Xia family has such high expectations for him and is so excited...
"How much do you weigh and how much can you escape from my eyes?" Xia Xingyuan snorted, obviously very confident in his judgment.
Shopkeeper Jian touched his own forehead in surprise, then touched Shen Lang's forehead, "You don't have a fever either. When did you become so humble?"
"Don't make trouble, when have I not been humble?" Shen Lang shook off Shopkeeper Jian's hand.
"Tch." Shopkeeper Jian curled his lips in disbelief, then looked at Xia Xingyuan and said: "That's it, I have something else to do, so I need to take a step first. By the way, Mr. Xia, don't forget the good things this year has done.
liquor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword shopkeeper ran away without a trace...
"Hey! Old Man Xia, you just sold me for a year's worth of wine!" Shen Lang yelled in the direction where the sword shopkeeper was leaving.
"Stop yelling. Just leave if he goes. I won't eat you." Xia Xingyuan said with a smile on his face.
But for some reason, Xia Xingyuan's smile became a little weird at this time, as if there was some unknown excitement hidden inside.
"Of course, of course." Shen Lang laughed sarcastically and said, "This time, I would like to thank you, Master Xia, for your courage and coming to the rescue. My admiration for you is like a torrential river..."
"Stop talking nonsense, just say thank you and you're done?" The smile on Xia Xingyuan's face became even brighter, and his eyes almost glowed.
"Uh, what do you want to do?" Shen Lang looked up at the darkening sky, took a step back without revealing any trace, crossed his hands and covered his chest, "Let's talk about it first, I am a man and I like women, even if it is to repay a favor.
I will never sell myself."
"What a mess." Xia Xingyuan said with black lines all over his head, "Bring me the soul-beating stick and let me take a closer look."
Shen Lang was stunned for a moment and then took out the soul-beating stick. After all, the head of the Xia family had just said that although the soul-beating stick was special, it was not a rare treasure.
Moreover, at that time, Shopkeeper Jian only took one look at the soul-beating stick and immediately returned it to Shen Lang. He was obviously not very interested in the soul-beating stick. And since the head of the Xia family was on the same level as Shopkeeper Jian, he didn’t think he would value it too much.
A soul-beating stick.
"Here, here you go." Shen Romanan casually handed the soul-beating stick to Xia Xingyuan.
After getting the stick, Xia Xingyuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and the look in his eyes became even more excited, "It's true! It's true!"
"What is so true?" Shen Lang looked at Xia Xingyuan's excited expression and asked cautiously: "You don't really want this treasure, do you?"
"My noble head of the Xia family, would I care about your broken stick?" Xia Xingyuan glared and returned the soul-beating stick to Shen Lang.
Shen Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "It's better if you don't like it."
Although the soul-beating stick is not a rare treasure, in the hands of Shen Lang now, it is a rare self-defense weapon. After all, it is not an ordinary use to deal with monks below the true spirit realm, knocking down one by one.
Unexpectedly, after Xia Xingyuan returned the soul-beating stick, he suddenly said: "Boy, take out your real fire and let me see it."
"True fire!" Shen Lang was so frightened that he almost dropped the soul-beating stick in his hand on the ground. "True fire is such a rare thing in the world. How can I, a young monk in the Qi Refining Realm, have it? Senior Xia, can you?
Really love to joke."
"Why are you pretending to be stupid?" Xia Xingyuan said impatiently: "As I said just now, how many pounds does your kid have, how can you escape my eyes? I noticed it when I saw the soul-beating stick for the first time.
There is clearly a very faint breath of real fire on the soul-beating stick. Regarding this, Old Man Jian is not an alchemy master after all, and he doesn’t know much about real fire, so he may not be able to detect it, but this cannot be hidden from my eyes."
Shen Lang's expression changed, and he understood something in his heart. His soul was connected to the real fire, and after he used the soul-beating stick, the soul breath would naturally be left on the soul-beating stick. Xia Xingyuan must rely on this very weak connection
, aware of the true fire in his body.
"Stop dragging your feet. Just for the sake of that old man Jian Wuya, I won't take away your true fire." Xia Xingyuan urged.
"Are you sure you don't want my real fire?" Shen Lang swallowed hard.
"No." Xia Xingyuan promised.
"You swear!" Shen Lang took another step back.
"Damn! You're not done yet! I told you not to!" Xia Xingyuan was about to get angry.
"Okay." Shen Lang said helplessly.
Although he doesn't trust Xia Xingyuan very much now, Xia Xingyuan has discovered this secret, what else can he do? Besides, Xia Xingyuan does not directly want to kill people and steal the real fire like others. From this point of view alone
, already several times stronger than Taoist Cang Jie, Zhang Licheng and others.
Red-white flames burst out from Shen Lang's eyebrows, and at the center of the flames, a more dazzling white sword trembled slightly. This was the origin of Shen Lang's true fire.
"What a special true fire!" Xia Xingyuan exclaimed in admiration, but suddenly he took action, bursting out with surging spiritual power and grabbing directly towards the source of the true fire.
"Old guy! Are you still shameless! You said you don't want my anger!" Shen Lang's expression changed drastically and he couldn't help but curse.
"I said no! But let me use the assembly for a few days!" Xia Xingyuan grabbed the real fire, the smile on his face was a little bright, but also a little shameless.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, the small sword inside the true fire trembled violently, and the fire suddenly became brighter. Xia Xingyuan screamed miserably, and immediately released his palm, with a look of horror on his face.