After eating, Ning Chen silently visited the monk stalls on both sides of the road on his way back to Red Dragon Immortal Residence.
Zi Ji will definitely not have anything she wants to buy.
Even if there was, she wouldn't tell Ning Chen if he asked her.
Luoluo, on the other hand, was still a child. She looked at the strange magic weapons, talismans, puppets, decorations, talismans, etc. on various stalls... and wanted almost everything.
Luoluo and Zi Ji have never come into contact with these things in the world of cultivation on earth. Now that they see their effects, they naturally feel very magical.
Ning Chen patiently accompanied him at a stall, watching Luoluo take a fireworks talisman, and then inject spiritual power into it somewhat clumsily to activate it.
The next moment, a stream of light flashed, and a huge and dazzling firework suddenly appeared in mid-air.
Luoluo's eyes were full of shock, and then she couldn't stop calling Ning Chen: "Master, Master, this is so fun, so fun."
Ning Chen had a slight smile on his face and seemed to be happy, while Zi Ji was expressionless, but she was also happy with this relaxed atmosphere.
Before long, the three of them had bought a lot of gadgets.
There are talismans, puppets, and rare magic weapons.
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Just when he was about to go back, Ning Chen's eyes stopped at an inconspicuous stall.
The stall owner was a one-armed old man with snow-white hair. His body was as skinny as a stick, but he had an extremely refined look, as if every inch of his flesh contained powerful power.
At this moment, the old man was sitting on the ground with his head lowered, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed, and his only left arm was holding an iron sword.
The reason why Ning Chen noticed him was that the old man with a broken arm was not a monk, but a warrior.
And the realm is not low, the peak of King Wu.
This was the first time Ning Chen saw a higher-level warrior after returning to the Xiaonan Heavenly Realm. Even when he was in the Xiaonan Heavenly Realm, he had basically never seen a warrior in the Martial King realm.
After all, in this world, cultivating immortality is the right path.
Martial arts is just a path of struggle that mortals without spiritual roots have no choice but to embark on.
The things on the old man's stall were some swords.
Those swords are of very good quality. Although they are not magical weapons, they have been tempered to a level comparable to high-grade magical weapons.
But what interested Ning Chen was one of the three swords carried on the back of the one-armed old man.
Soon, Ning Chen, Luo Luo and Zi Ji stood in front of the old man's stall.
The old man felt that someone was coming, but he did not raise his head. He still lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Whatever you like, take it yourself."
Ning Chen glanced at the old man, and then asked: "Although these things on display are good, they are of no use to me. I wonder if you can sell me the long purple-striped knife on your back?"
The old man seemed to be a little interested, raised his head, then stood up, took out the long knife engraved with purple lines from his back and inserted it into the ground.
Then he looked at Ning Chen and said, "You know what you are doing. This sword is a sword called Zidian. When a warrior injects internal power, it can have the same effect as a monk's spiritual weapon, or even stronger."
"The maid next to you seems to be a warrior, and she is extremely powerful."
As the lean old man spoke, he glanced at Zi Ji like an eagle.
Zi Ji couldn't help but frown slightly, and then a rage emerged spontaneously.
Seeing this scene, the lean old man averted his gaze, and then said with satisfaction: "Yes, he has murderous intent and is worthy of this knife."
"The quality of this sword is comparable to that of a top-grade spiritual weapon. Even an average Zifu monk can't withstand a few swords. It was inherited from a warrior's cave. I don't know how many years have passed, but it is still like wind and thunder. "
"My right arm was chopped off and I can't use its full strength, otherwise I wouldn't want to sell it to you."
After saying that, the lean old man picked up the long knife, then held the blade and handed the handle to Zi Ji next to Ning Chen. At the same time, he stared at Zi Ji and said, "I hope you can make good use of it."
Zi Ji couldn't help but take over this sword called Zidian, which was comparable to a top-grade spiritual weapon.
Then, the lean old man looked at Ning Chen again: "You don't look like a poor monk. Ten thousand spirit stones, no problem."
Ning Chen was a little surprised.
"A high-grade spiritual weapon is generally worth two hundred thousand spiritual stones. The quality of this sword is comparable to that of a high-grade spiritual weapon..."
The lean old man grinned.
"That sword has been with me for half my life. Now that I meet the right person, the spirit stone is not important."
Ning Chen nodded, then clasped his fists.
Not long after leaving here, Ning Chen and the others had returned to Red Dragon Immortal Residence.
At this moment, in the house.
Zi Ji is trying to buy the long sword Zidian.
Holding it in her hand, Zi Ji injected a little bit of internal energy into the purple electricity. The purple lines on the purple electricity slowly lit up, and then slowly, traces of lightning began to crackle on the blade.
With a slight wave, a sword wind, with some lightning, formed a unique sword energy.
Looking at this power, Ning Chen took the lead and said, "Yes, with just one wave of your hand, you have already reached the level of a full-strength strike from the peak of Zifu."
"With this sword and some good defenses, there won't be many Purple Mansion Realm monks who are your opponents."
As he spoke, Ning Chen took out a piece of white jade-colored armor that shone with rich spiritual light from his storage ring.
"No, put this piece of armor on your chest."
Zi Ji took the white jade armor piece, and then said hesitantly: "Master, this armor piece seems to be a top-grade spiritual weapon."
Ning Chen nodded and said: "I bought this when I was at the Jinyang Chamber of Commerce. It is a top-grade spiritual weapon, a spiritual jade armor. If you stick it on your body, it will automatically protect you. You can use it even if you don't have spiritual power."
After hearing this, Zi Ji silently put the armor piece on her chest, and then the armor piece immediately turned into some stream of light, circled around Zi Ji and then disappeared.
After Zi Ji finished, Ning Chen clicked on Zi Ji several times, shooting out several auras.
"This is the protective restraint I made on you, and there are two spiritual talismans. They will be activated in times of crisis."
"You have no spiritual power, and many cultivation methods cannot be used. This is the only thing you can do."
Hearing this, Zi Ji's heart trembled, then lowered her head, and immediately half-knelt and said: "Zi Ji is useless, she is causing trouble to the master."
Ning Chen shook his head, then stretched out his hand to help Zi Ji up.
"In the future, I will find a way to shape your spiritual roots for you."
"Don't be sad, now is the time to be happy. With the arrangements I made for you, plus this sword Zidian, and your martial arts ability, you will definitely be able to have a chance with the Golden Core cultivator in the future."
Zi Ji heard this and nodded heavily.
Then he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said: "Master, I want to learn sword skills."
After Ning Chen listened, he thought about it and said:
"Okay, I have quite a few here too."
"Also, this sword has thunder and lightning properties. With the help of those thunder and lightning, you can also learn a movement technique that only monks can learn, called the instant lightning technique. Your body is like thunder and lightning, and your speed is extremely fast."
Zi Ji, who longed for power, listened to Ning Chen's explanation, her eyes full of expectation and longing.
