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Exhaling a breath of turbid air that had accumulated in the night, Han Changlin stood up from the bed and walked out of the wing.
Han Changlin has not yet inedged himself. After a night of practice, his stomach is now a little hungry.
The newborn golden-winged mantis also needs to be fed. For example, when Han Changlin fed the green-winged mantis before, he used something called "Beast Spirit Pills". Unfortunately, his storage bag was taken away, and he will also need to buy some later. .
In addition, this Qianyuanfang City is a temporary place to stay after all, and there is a lack of cultivation resources. In order to improve his cultivation level as soon as possible, he needs to return to Guhe Fairy City.
In addition to being the location of the cave spiritual field that he rented, there are also countless immortal cultivators gathered there, and everything is full of prosperity.
However, there are still four low-grade spiritual stones left on his body, and his previous protective magic weapon was also lost due to that attack.
So he still needs to go out for a while.
It is impossible to sell the two-hundred-year-old Seven-leaf Zhizhi. After all, this thing is too tempting for monks, and they even risk their lives. Han Changlin will not do such stupid things.
It was still early, and there were only three or four tables of guests having breakfast in the lobby on the first floor of Xiyuanju.
After Han Changlin came down, he found a seat by the window, ordered some simple food, and then walked directly outside the inn.
There are not many monks on the streets of Qianyuanfang City.
As he walked towards the depths of Fangshi, Han Changlin occasionally saw one or two monks walking out of the shop.
It wasn't until he came to a secluded alley that Han Changlin glanced around and saw no one, then he disappeared in a flash.
Not long after, a figure wearing a wide black robe and a black gauze hat came out from the other side, and this person was naturally Han Changlin.
He remembered the strange look the shopkeeper gave him when he took out two lily grasses at Wu's grocery store yesterday.
In order to avoid unexpected trouble, he chose to do this.
Soon, there were more monks in Qianyuanfang City, but they were all Qi Refining monks.
During this period, Han Changlin also successfully sold the last Aesculus plant in exchange for some spiritual stones. With the only four left on his body, he successfully obtained two 40-year-old Aesculus plants.
Carrying seventy-two low-grade spiritual stones, Han Changlin came to the depths of Qianyuanfang City.
This is a small square.
The square is made of gray-white rocks. There are almost a dozen monks sitting on the ground, including men and women, old and young.
And in front of them were filled with all kinds of things, such as magic weapons, talismans, spiritual materials, etc. Han Changlin knew both things and things he didn't know.
Han Changlin's arrival did not attract the attention of these people. He looked around as he walked, and did not stop until he saw something written on a piece of white cloth.
"Fellow Taoist, how do you sell this bird?"
The owner of the stall was an old man in black, and there were various objects placed in front of him, but in a wooden cage on one side, a small bird caught Han Changlin's attention.
This bird is only the size of a palm, extremely petite, and its gray feathers are like the inconspicuous soil. When ordinary people see it, they just think it is an ordinary bird and beast.
"You want this bird?"
The old man in black looked startled, then put down the book in his hand, looked at Han Changlin for a few times, then nodded and said:
"If fellow Taoist want it, just give me five spiritual stones."
This bird and beast was accidentally obtained by the old man in black. He didn't know what kind of monster it was, but seeing that it had some spirituality, he simply put it on the stall to sell.
When Han Changlin heard this, he didn't say much. He took out five spiritual stones from the storage bag, placed them neatly on the stall, then picked up the wooden cage and left.
After that, Han Changlin visited a few more stalls. When he left, there was already a small cyan sword in his storage bag. It was the lowest magical weapon with a single function and no special effects.
Therefore, the price is also very cheap, only costing thirty-two low-grade spiritual stones.
In addition, Han Changlin also bought some elixir seeds and several low-level talismans for self-defense.
Of course, he will not forget about the Beast Spirit Pills. This is the favorite food of low-level monsters. You can buy one bottle for twenty spirit stones.
When he returned to Xiyuanju again, he only had thirteen low-grade spiritual stones left on him, which made Han Changlin lament that spending money was like running water.
In the side room, Han Changlin was sitting on the floor, and there was a wooden cage in front of him. Inside was the monster that Han Changlin bought from the old man in black.
This bird is called Gray Skylark, and it is an unconventional monster. Although its attack is not strong, its flying speed is extremely fast. More importantly, its feathers have the effect of swallowing light, which can make people subconsciously ignore it. exist.
You must know that Qianyuanfang City is not close to Guhe Fairy City. The dangers along the way are unpredictable, and if you are not careful, you will be catastrophic.
But if the characteristics of this gray skylark are taken advantage of, Han Changlin's safety on the road will be greatly improved.
As before, Han Changlin set up the "Blood Spirit Array" here.
After all, Gray Skylark is a low-class monster, so naturally there will be no surprises when using the "Blood Spirit Formation".
After Han Changlin completed the "Blood Spirit Array" step by step, a feeling called hunger passed through him through some mysterious connection.
Han Changlin also quickly opened the wooden cage, took out the dry food that had been prepared from the storage bag, crushed it and placed it on the table.
After telling it to be careful, Han Changlin took out the small green sword he just bought.
As soon as he completes the sword sacrifice, it will be time to set off.
In the blink of an eye, a day and a night passed.
In the wing where Han Changlin lived, a small cyan sword moved up and down, left and right, like a swimming dragon, with great flexibility.
"This Qingyuan Sword has finally been refined, so I have a certain degree of security on my way back to the Ancient River Fairy City."
Han Changlin muttered like this, and with a thought in his mind, the next moment, the Qingyuan Sword turned and flew towards him, landed steadily on the palm of his hand, and then put the sword back into the storage bag.
After doing all this, Han Changlin no longer felt any nostalgia and immediately stood up and walked out the door.
On the way, Han Changlin lowered his head. After a while, he walked out of Qianyuanfang City. After identifying the direction and seeing no one around, he thought of the fairy mansion in the painting and released the gray skylark.
"Xiao Hui, Xiao Hui, I'm leaving it to you on this journey. When I return to Guhe Fairy City, you will be able to peck at the blue and white rice grown in my spiritual field."
As he spoke, Han Changlin took out a small piece of dry food from his storage bag, crushed it and fed some to Gray Skylark.
After seeing that he was satisfied, Han Changlin let the gray skylark fly and let it warn him.
