Chapter 439 Being spied on, returning to the camp

Coming out of Wangyue City, Lu Xiaotian had a serious face, Wang Defeng didn't get the condensed golden fruit he wanted. It doesn't matter, what makes him depressed is that a monk asked Wang Defeng to refine the earth-type condensed gold pill before, and provided the soil-type condensed gold fruit, but it was because the wait time was too long. Being patient, I asked for the condensed golden fruit back.

Missing it, Lu Xiaotian slapped his forehead, but there was nothing he could do about it. The matter of the soil-type condensed gold fruit had not been resolved, but it was not completely fruitless in Wangyue City. At least he exchanged a large amount of magical artifacts for two seventh-order golden fruits. Gang Talisman. He can generate stellar energy to surround him from top to bottom. Even a monk at the early stage of Jindan will need several blows to break the stellar energy. After going through a lot of hardships, he attaches great importance to this kind of life-saving ability. Seventh-level talismans are usually priceless, and he happened to come across them. It can only be said that luck is really not bad. Of course, there were a few unusual things in the magic tools he provided, especially in the storage bag for killing Du Maitreya, there were actually two magic tools of alchemy, and a lot of other magic tools, which were also very rare.

At this time, when the several major cultivators are fighting, whether it is medicine pills or magic tools, they are very in short supply, not to mention that there are two magic tools of alchemy that Lu Xiaotian provided for exchange. Otherwise, if it is simply bought with Lingshi, then the steward of Baofu Pavilion may not sell it to him.

Wang Defeng can't count on it for the time being, but fortunately there is no accident on Lei Wantian's side, so there should be no problem. After all, as a Jindan cultivator, it took eight years to switch to Ningjinguo, and he took a little care. It's not too difficult.

After thinking about this point, Lu Xiaotian left Wangyue City and rushed straight to the camp of Lingxiao Palace.

It's just that when Lu Xiaotian left the city, he didn't notice that on the city wall, when a middle-aged monk in purple saw him, his pupils shrank.

"Why, senior is interested in this person?" A lean monk next to him saw the eyes of the middle-aged man in purple and asked with an open heart.

"Go and check this person for me. Remember, don't startle the snake." The anger in the purple-clothed monk's eyes was fleeting, and he concealed it well with his cultivation.

"Senior, don't worry, this junior will definitely investigate him thoroughly. Otherwise, this little know-it-all title will be handed over to others, and this junior will make arrangements for it." The skinny monk said in a hesitant voice.

The middle-aged man in purple nodded slightly, and the lean monk backed away.

Lu Xiaotian glanced back in surprise, just now he felt as if someone was looking at him, but he just turned his head, and there were many people everywhere inside and outside Wangyue City, up and down the city walls, and it is normal for someone to glance over occasionally. Moreover, his enemies said no more, no less, if Yuan Hao, or Meng Yu, or others appeared in Wangyue City at the same time, it would not be surprising to see him by chance.

Regardless of him, anyway, after he got the earth-type condensed gold fruit from Lei Wantian, he began to retreat and devoted himself to studying the five-element formation.

Lu Xiaotian quickened his pace and rushed towards the camp of Lingxiao Palace.

There are quite a lot of people coming and going from Wangyue City, some of them are rushing out to fight, or the wounded are returning. There are also medicine pills, spiritual herbs, or supplies of various magical weapons and spiritual weapons. It fully plays the role of the rear.

The camp of Lingxiao Palace was quite large at this time, and it was heavily guarded inside and out. Dozens of foundation building monks are responsible for the guards here. Moreover, according to the rules of each faction, those who are qualified to set up a camp will have a Jindan monk in charge of the camp most of the time. If there are returnees from outside battles, there will be more Golden Core cultivators.

When Lu Xiaotian arrived not far from the camp, a group of six or seven wounded entered the camp in panic, with sad expressions on their faces.

There are more qi refining monks coming in and out. After all, different cultivation bases face different enemies. Each has its own battlefield.

There were also two teams of monks who returned with high morale, with a bit of joy on their faces, obviously gaining something in the battle.

The battlefield is like this, there are winners and losers, and there are deaths and injuries. Lu Xiaotian felt that this couldn't be more normal.

The rules of the camp are the same as those of Wangyue City, and it is not allowed for the foundation-builder monks to fly directly into the camp. Unless it is a person who is seriously injured and needs special treatment, of course, Jindan monks are excluded.

"Stop, take out your badge!" The foundation cultivator Wang Dang who was in charge of guarding at the gate of the camp stopped Lu Xiaotian, and looked suspiciously at Lu Xiaotian's white hair, which looked very special, but he stayed here It's not a short time, but I haven't seen the silver-haired monk in front of me.

Each sect has its own way of refining the waist card. The mana is extended, not only the appearance of the monk, but also the aura. It's hard to fake it. Besides, if you go to a camp with Jindan monks to cheat, unless you are tired of work.

After the establishment of the foundation, Lu Xiaotian stayed in Lingxiao Palace for too short a time, and even when he was in Lingxiao Palace, he was in retreat. As for the Qi Refining Base, most of the time was spent in the dark Heishuizhai mine, and the entire Lingxiao Palace had very limited people who knew him.

Lu Xiaotian took out his waist card as he said, and was about to hand it to Wang Dang, when suddenly two surprised and somewhat shocked voices sounded in the camp.

"Senior Brother Lu, you, you are still alive, that's great!"

Lu Xiaotian heard the reputation and looked around, only feeling a little familiar. Only to find out that these two people are Peng Dayong and Zhu Ling respectively, they were pleasantly surprised and unbelievable. At this time, the two were wearing armor, and they also looked like members in charge of the order of the camp.

"Senior Brother Lu, which Senior Brother Lu?" The other Foundation Establishment cultivators heard the sound and looked.

"Who else is there? Brother Lu from Qingyue Peak, the brother who killed the flying cavalry tribe and threw away their helmets and armor is back, we are the first person to build a foundation in the Moon Cultivation World!" Peng Dayong looked proud, Lu Xiaotian was not only His senior brother, who entered Lingxiao Palace with him, also belonged to Qinglian Peak.

"What, Senior Brother Lu of Qingyue Peak!" At this moment, the entire camp was in a commotion. No matter it was the Qi Refining monks or the Foundation Establishment monks in the camp, they all looked at Lu Xiaotian in front of them with fanatical reverence, and suddenly came to their senses. Ah, with silver hair, there is only one monk like this in the entire Lingxiao Palace. Why didn't they think of it before.

When a fellow sect is only a little stronger than them, there will be competition and comparison between the two parties, but when the height reached by the same sect makes them all look up, the rest is admiration and worship. For such an above-average fairy palace like Lingxiao Palace, the first person to be able to give birth to a foundation-building cultivator in the Moon-Watching Realm. Many disciples of Lingxiao Palace felt extremely excited. Moreover, Lu Xiaotian was born as a loose cultivator, but his height has far surpassed those disciples of the Golden Core descendants, which made the disciples born as a casual cultivator feel amazed from the bottom of their hearts.