As Lin Pingzhen said, this technique was chosen for her because there are not many male cultivators in this world who can practice the whip technique.
Ningxia didn't dare to think about the price, for fear of scaring herself to death, so she just regarded it as a favor that she owed Brother Zhen, and she would definitely repay the favor if she had the chance. Now she no longer has to worry about what kind of weapon to choose, there is a ready-made matching one.
At first glance, the whip is not a serious weapon used by the protagonist. But it doesn't matter, Ning Xia feels that a passerby like her doesn't need to be so upright.
Compared with the rigidity of swords and knives, whips are flexible in operation and characteristics that other weapons do not have, and their moves are also more flexible.
This is exactly what Ningxia is quite satisfied with. Weapons such as swords are indeed more powerful, and their skills become more apparent as they go to the back, while whips are much simpler. But the whip is more flexible than all weapons. It can attack, block, and seize... which is something that a straight sword cannot do.
It’s like meeting a noble person when you go out. Ning Xia secretly lamented that she didn’t know how many times she had received guidance from lovely and respectable seniors since she came to the world of cultivation. From the kindness of passers-by to the guidance of teachers and the help of classmates... this world of cultivation is not as cold as imagined. In the final analysis, it is just a group of flesh-and-blood people with different power systems.
Next, she briefly browsed the other three spells. The fireball spell and the earth escape spell were very small and seemed to be easy to use. The vine-repelling and wood-repelling spell was a little hard to say. Anyway, she didn't plan to learn right away. She had to be mentally prepared to pick a good day to learn something.
Ning Xia plans to go out again tomorrow to pick out a handy whip and practice her skills. She should rest early today.
There are many markets in the world of cultivation, large and small, inside and outside the sect... Within the Wuhua Sect alone, there are nearly 60 markets of various sizes, distributed throughout the sect, Qingxu Peak The Waimen Bazaar is the largest of them all.
Of course, the market in the sect is mainly for exchange, and the stalls are all disciples of the sect that are in urgent need of resources.
The market outside the sect is mainly for buying and selling. Monks from all over the world will choose a satisfactory market to sell their goods in order to earn spiritual stones. Over time, a large number of people gather and live together, so large-scale cultivation cities are often formed near the market.
Various organizations, businesses, auction houses and large families will also be stationed in the city. The larger the city, the stricter the discipline, and the safe trading environment will attract more cultivators to settle in the city.
This is the city that Ningxia plans to go to - Wanping City, a city backed by the Wuhua Sect. In fact, there are other more famous markets, but Ningxia considered that he had no skills and no cultivation and was not suitable for traveling far away, so he chose Wanping City, which was invisibly controlled by the Wuhua Sect.
The sect does not restrict disciples from going down the mountain, but requires them to go to the Fengwu Hall to complete detailed registration. After completing the procedures for leaving the clan, she directly rented a white crane at Baijifeng Square specifically for Wanping City.
For this reason, Ningxia painfully took out three spiritual stones. Calculating this, a round trip to the market would cost ten spiritual stones, and she hadn't even started buying whips yet!
She was even more determined, vowing to learn how to fly with a weapon as soon as possible, and this time she would definitely buy a whip.
After coming to this world, this was the first time Ningxia saw such a large-scale city. Although it was completely incomparable with modern high-rise buildings in terms of height, she was still a little shocked by this magnificent and primitive city.
Ningxia overlooks the past from a very high place. The concave-shaped city wall surrounds the densely packed buildings inside. The houses in the city are neatly planned and the roads are accessible.
When the white crane landed, Ningxia stood firmly in front of the main gate of the city and felt even more incredible. The city wall composed of large bluestone bricks is three feet high, and the edge is invisible when viewed from the front. This height is nothing in modern times, but in ancient times with low production levels, it was called a god.
She admired the city in front of her with some sigh, and entered the city under the strange eyes of the gatekeeper. Fortunately, it is free for sect disciples to enter the city, otherwise Ningxia would have to worry about his spiritual stone again.
Wanping City Market
A male cultivator wearing a white smock was shopping in the market, attracting the attention of many monks, especially the female cultivators. Without him, this male cultivator had a handsome appearance and a Qinghua temperament, which made the female cultivators blush along the way.
In short, he is just handsome. Although strength is paramount in the world of cultivation, people are always visual creatures, and if someone is good-looking, they definitely don’t want to irritate their eyes. Beautiful and handsome people are always worthy of admiration and naturally get more attention from people than ordinary people.
The white-clothed monk was completely unaware of the budding love and hostility around him, or he was already used to it. He will be completely immersed in the "Taobao" stall, as if he is really serious about picking up things.
Where is that thing? I can clearly feel its breath. Or has it been taken back by a "fateful person"?
If that's the case... The male cultivator lowered his head, his eyes filled with black energy, and there was a hint of sinister color in his eyes. The stall owner suddenly raised his head, looked around with some confusion, and finally landed on the male cultivator in front of him. There was a smell of blood just now, but now it is gone.
"I want this." With a gentle voice, the male cultivator in white raised his head and said to the stall owner. What a handsome guy, even though the stall owner is a man, he couldn't help but secretly praise him. Another victim, the one who randomly picked up useless elixirs. He put the discomfort he felt just behind him, maybe it was an illusion.
Is it really an illusion?
After the male cultivator left the stall, he put on his gentle mask, but his heart tightened. He was too careless just now and leaked his aura. Even though his aura went wild for just a moment, he didn't know if those old foxes in the city would feel it.
It seemed that he had to speed up. Staying under the eyes of those old men was not a long-term solution.
