Tempered Immortal

chapter 297
Facing so many masters, Lin Xuan lowered his head slightly, even Tian Xiaojian, who was flying and jumping, also changed his expression of laughter at this time, and the two came to a remote corner in silence.

Although Lin Xuan's consciousness was amazing, he naturally didn't dare to make any mistakes at the moment, and just quietly looked at the surrounding scene with his eyes.

Soon, a familiar figure came into view.

Xu Han!

The foundation-building period cultivators who were qualified together with them.

He was still dressed in a scarlet Taoist robe, and he came a little earlier than them. He was standing respectfully behind a monk in the alchemy stage, but the two of them were not like masters and apprentices. It's because of blood relationship.

This is not surprising, in Youzhou, there are many big cultivation families who are masters of the alchemy stage.

Coincidentally, Xu Han also happened to look over, and the eyes of the two met, and the hostility in Xu Han's eyes was unabashedly revealed.

Lin Xuan's heart moved, and he turned his head away as if nothing had happened.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, new monks entered the hall one after another, all of them were masters of the alchemy stage, but there was no one on both sides.

Time continued to pass, but everyone showed no signs of impatience. After all, they were immortal cultivators who practiced the art of cultivating the mind, so they still had some patience.

Squeak, a slightly heavy sound came to the ears, but the door at the other end of the hall was opened, and an old man in yellow robes with white beard and hair came in from the outside.

The other monks turned their heads when they heard the sound, and many of them still showed a slightly respectful expression on their faces.

This old man has an ordinary appearance, but his cultivation has reached the level of a fake baby. He is the current leader of the Tianmu School, the real Kumu.

The real dead wood came to the front of the main hall, and with a smile on his face, he clasped his fists at the crowd: "Welcome to my Tianmu Mountain, everyone. Next, please bring out the items you want to exchange."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

The other alchemy stage masters also returned their salutes and smiled, but no one made a move, and there was no other reason. The main purpose of everyone's trip was the unique things of Tianmu Mountain. backwoods.

Regarding this, the dead wood is also well aware of it, just now it was just a polite speech, after a moment of pondering, he said: "Since all fellow daoists are modest, how about letting the old man come to throw bricks and attract jade?"

"A real person please."

Lin Xuan's attention was also focused on the front. Although he knew that the high-ranking monks next to him must have a lot of money, but the Vientiane Grass has no other outstanding uses other than refining the concentration pill, as long as no one appears If you deliberately find fault and fight with yourself, you should be able to take it down.

Seeing that everyone had no objection, with a flick of the sleeves of the real dead tree, there were three small boxes in front of him, each supported by a layer of blue light, suspended in mid-air.

The Taoism is mysterious and amazing, but the one present here is not well-informed, and no one is showing strange colors.

Dead Wood flicked his fingers, a white light flew out, the box lid opened, and what flew out was a magic talisman, which was about half the size of a palm, with blue light shining, and golden words looming on it, which seemed quite extraordinary .

Lin Xuan has had an indissoluble bond with the talisman since he was a low-level monk in the agile stage. This kind of treasure that seals spells in it and can be cast instantly during battle is very useful.

However, the talisman in front of me is obviously quite different from the ones I have used before, could it be...

Before the thoughts in his mind were finished, the dead man stroked his beard and said, "This is an earth-level middle-level talisman refined by our sect..."

Sure enough, it was an earth-level talisman, Lin Xuan listened attentively, but most of the other monks around showed disappointment. For monks, it is not such a rare thing, and naturally not many people are interested. "

The real dead wood saw the expressions of everyone, but there was no dissatisfaction on his face, and he continued to explain with a smile: "Although our faction is located in the northern border, the supernatural powers cannot be compared with those of you here, but in There is a lot of experience in the escape technique, and what this talisman seals is the middle-level earth-level spell of our sect, 'a thousand miles in a blink of an eye'."

"A thousand miles in a flash?"

The monk who was originally lacking in interest was suddenly moved. The words above the real dead wood are of course polite words. Although the Tianmu sect has no monks in the Nascent Soul stage, Taoism and supernatural powers are also very important, especially the escapism used when escaping from the enemy. Of course, it is an exaggeration, but if it is not that the realm is much higher than that of the opponent, or he has practiced special skills, it is really difficult to cast this spell of thousands of miles, and it is really difficult to intercept it. not easy.

For thousands of years, I don't know how many people have thought of stealing teachers.

However, the Taoism of the Tianmu School is different. Although it does not have the obstacles of ghosts and supernatural powers, it pays attention to entering the world in terms of state of mind. The gist is completely different, and it can even be said to run counter to and out of tune.

In other words, even if people from other factions get the magic formula that can travel thousands of miles in a blink of an eye, they will not be able to learn this secret technique.

However, the spirit talisman in front of him is different, the spell that can travel thousands of miles has been sealed in it, and it can be easily driven by injecting a little spiritual power.

Although it cannot be said that with this treasure, one more life will be gained, but at least the chance of being able to escape unscathed will increase a lot when encountering danger.

Many people are already gearing up.

"Excuse me, sir, who made this talisman?" A black-robed monk swallowed and asked suddenly.

Everyone was stunned, and they all showed concerned expressions. This fellow Taoist is really sensitive. You must know that the same spell is cast by different people, and its power is very different.

"It was made by the old man himself." With a smile, the dead man held the magic talisman in his hand: "Are there any fellow daoists who are interested? I only need two thousand spars."

(End of this chapter)