Chapter 333 Daoist friend, do you want money? —Scalper in the Immortal Cultivation World

Half a month passed in a flash.

Sitting in the room, Xu Feng felt his body stronger than ever before, and the smile on his face could not be stopped.

"Swish!"

A second-grade inferior flying sword appeared in front of him as his mind moved.

"Okay, let me try it, is the effect of the 'Blood Essence Pill' really that amazing?"

As soon as the words fell, the flying sword slashed across his arm at a very fast speed.

There was no blood splashing on the spot, nor was there any injury to the arm, but only the sizzling sound caused by the friction between the skin and the sword.

Looking down, he saw that there was only a very shallow white mark on the arm where the sword had just passed.

"Hiss! Such tough skin."

Xu Feng was stunned. Although the flying sword he had just used was only a second-grade inferior, it was also a fine product made by a famous weapon refiner, and it was not low in sharpness, but he did not expect that it could not even cut his own skin.

Of course, maybe it was also related to the fact that he didn't inject too much mana into the magic weapon just now. After all, it was just a test, not self-mutilation, so there was no need to be too serious.

"Hey, the 'Essence Blood Pill' is indeed a good thing, but it's a pity that there is only one. If there were a few more, Xinran and the others could strengthen their bodies."

After saying this, he was amused by his own thoughts.

He asked his master Lu Zhenren, this 'Essence Blood Pill' was saved by Bao Zhenren with great difficulty and then given to him as a gift. How could there be more? Even if there were, he couldn't get his hands on it.

Xu Feng had doubts in his heart about Bao Zhenren giving him such a precious gift for the first time. He said that he and his master were like brothers. Such words were just a bit ridiculous and could not be taken seriously.

Although the distance between Chu and Wei was hundreds of thousands of miles, this distance was very close to Jindan cultivators, and they could go back and forth in half a month.

If the two of them were really close friends, they would not have not seen each other for hundreds of years.

He thought about this question for a long time, and finally asked it in front of his master. The answer he got was that it was all related to himself.

It turned out that after Master Bao and Master Lu met and talked about their past, they talked about their respective apprentices. Master Bao lamented that he had not met a disciple that he liked in hundreds of years, and he was very regretful in his words.

In this case, Master Lu certainly chose to rub salt into the wound, no, it was careful comfort, and directly threw Xu Feng out.

When he heard that Xu Feng could actually refine top-grade elixirs in the Qi Refining Stage, and after breaking through the foundation-building stage, his alchemy skills quickly broke through to the second level, and he could continue to refine second-level top-grade elixirs, Master Bao was very shocked.

Because from these performances, Xu Feng has a promising future. It is hard to say whether he can become a fourth-level alchemist, but it can basically be said that it is a foregone conclusion that he can reach his alchemy level in the future.

Such an alchemy genius is definitely worth his great price to make friends with him.

After listening to what his master said, Xu Feng was naturally very proud. He liked things that were obtained by his own talents or abilities, which filled him with a sense of accomplishment.

After testing his physical strength, he put away his flying sword and summoned the flying knife he usually used against the enemy. After thinking for a long time, he still didn't dare to test it.

He knew the sharpness of this knife better than anyone else. If he was not careful, he might end up disabled. Thinking about what he would look like after becoming Yang Guo, he finally gave up this plan.

Standing up, he began to think about what he would do next.

"I heard other monks in the inn chatting about a large square in the center of the town, called Huidan Square, which will be the venue for the future alchemy competition.

Usually, there are quite a lot of alchemists gathering there to discuss alchemy skills with each other. Sometimes, third-level alchemists or even fourth-level alchemists will appear on the high platform of the square to answer questions for everyone.

It just so happens that there are still two missing spiritual medicines for the 'Jiamu Longevity Pill'. I can go there to inquire about it and exchange ideas with fellow alchemists in Song State. Isn't it wonderful?"

After the plan was made, Xu Feng immediately started to execute it and walked out of the room quickly.

But the scene at the door made him slow down unconsciously.

I saw two monks talking in front of the door of the room next to him, one of whom was an acquaintance.

"Senior, this is the foundation-building room you requested to change to. Here is the token."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble, this is a reward for you, take it!"

"Thank you for the reward, I wish you eternal happiness and longevity. I'm leaving now."

The guy in the middle stage of Qi Refining left happily with the reward of 100 spiritual stones.

At this moment, Xu Feng's eyes met Gao Ruoyun's.

The other party just nodded calmly, then turned and walked into the room. Xu Feng didn't ask too much and also went down to the third floor.

"Strange, this person is running out of time, and he got a lot of spiritual stones a few days ago. Why doesn't he live in the high-end room on the fifth floor, but actually moved to the third floor? It's really strange!"

What he didn't know was that as his condition deteriorated and his life gradually passed, Gao Ruoyun was ready to take over another body.

The fifth floor was inhabited by Jindan cultivators. Given her current condition, the risk of failure if she wanted to take over another cultivator's body was very high, so she chose to target the foundation-building cultivators in the inn and moved to the third floor.

Xu Feng lived not too far from Huidan Square. Before he could enjoy the exotic scenery, he had already arrived at the place where alchemists appeared in groups.

At this moment, the square was full of cultivators, about 7,000 to 8,000 people, of which no less than half were alchemists.

But even with so many cultivators standing here, the whole square did not feel crowded at all, but felt very empty, which showed how big the square was.

In the center of the square, a high platform stood up, 50 feet high. The platform was full of alchemists wearing exclusive robes, surrounding a Jindan cultivator who was sitting cross-legged in the void, listening to what he was preaching.

Xu Feng was naturally attracted by this peculiar scenery. Just when he walked to the bottom of the platform and was about to go up to find out, he was stopped by two ninth-level foundation-building cultivators.

"My fellow Taoists, I'm going to go up on stage to watch. Why are you stopping me?"

"So that fellow Taoists know that this stage is not for casual people to go up. First, you have to go over there to register, and then you can go up on stage with the number ticket."

"Thank you for your advice."

After thanking them, Xu Feng went to the registration office where the two mentioned to register, but when he asked for the number ticket, he was dumbfounded.

"What, the numbers are all after 100,000, so what's the number on stage now?"

"More than 8,000."

"When will it be my turn?"

"It's hard to say, at the fastest two years, at the slowest five years, and even ten years is not impossible. The stage can only accommodate 300 people at a time. The Dan Lecture Conference is held every three days, you can calculate it yourself!"

Looking at the number ticket of 105,863 in his hand, Xu Feng stood at the door of the registration office and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This thing is estimated that he will not be able to use it after he leaves Song State.

Just when he was about to give up on going on stage and look for the necessary spiritual medicine first, a foundation-building cultivator standing not far from him came over with a sly look in his eyes and asked in a low voice:

"Daoyou, do you want money?"

Oh my god, how come there are scalpers in the world of immortal cultivation?