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"I heard that a fellow Taoist in Ruilong Palace actually took out a bottle of golden marrow liquid as a bet. Let's go and take a look."
"Why does the golden marrow liquid appear to be such a precious thing?"
Just when Qin Fengming was standing outside the main hall, a group of monks rushed towards him from the front left, shouting and running towards a main hall in the distance.
Golden Marrow Liquid. Qin Fengming was shocked when he heard this. This thing is not an ordinary thing. It is a precious material produced by heaven and earth. It is often born with golden veins, but not every golden vein will be born with golden marrow liquid.
Rumor has it that if a monk applies golden marrow liquid to the body and absorbs it for refining, the body can be reborn and become extremely tough. Therefore, many monks want to get this precious spiritual liquid to temper the body.
After Qin Fengming thought about it for a moment, he gave up the idea of leaving. He turned around and walked towards the main hall.
At this time, the Ruilong Palace was already crowded with people, with over a thousand people gathered here. Everyone was staring at the stone mirror in front of them, searching carefully.
After scanning with his spiritual consciousness, Qin Fengming did see a line of writing on the tall stone mirror: "A bottle of essence liquid. Conditions: Spiritual herbs that are more than ten thousand years old, and five pills to enhance the cultivation of Chengdan monks."
"Why do you want spiritual grass that is more than ten thousand years old? Ten thousand year spiritual grass is not something that is easy to get."
"Ha, the elixir that enhances monks' success. If I have this elixir, I will keep it for myself and take it. I will never exchange it for you."
"Although the essence liquid is extremely precious, it is only used to temper the body. It is useless to our cultivation level. Even if I have the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Grass, I will not take it out."
Just a moment later, there were voices of discussion in the entire hall. Although the golden marrow liquid is extremely precious, the corresponding objects are equally difficult to find. Spiritual herbs and elixirs are things that every monk is extremely jealous of. Of course, no one Willing to take it as a bet
After seeing the bet, thousands of monks shook their heads and left the main hall with a lot of discussion. Not much was left behind.
In their opinion, although the golden marrow liquid is a good thing, no one would be so stupid if they asked them to gamble with the ten thousand year spirit grass. In the end, if the golden marrow liquid is not obtained, the ten thousand year spirit grass will belong to others. No one is willing to do something that is not worth the loss.
At this time, spiritual herbs that are more than ten thousand years old in the world of immortality are extremely difficult to obtain in ordinary places. Only by entering those wild places can you gain something. However, those wild places are full of dangers, and high-level monsters are everywhere. I am afraid they are destined to die. Entering but having no chance of coming out
At that time, the monk named Wu from the Locust Alliance did not dare to enter those dangerous places alone because of his mid-infant cultivation. He could only search around the periphery. This shows that the value of spiritual herbs that are more than ten thousand years old is hard to describe.
After thinking for a moment, Qin Fengming did not stay here for long, but left the hall and flew towards the mountain on one side.
It's not that Qin Fengming is not interested in the golden marrow liquid, but that he doesn't want to take action at this time. Now that the liquid has just been announced, there are many monks who are staring at it. If anyone really wants to make a gesture at this time, it will definitely attract the attention of many monks. Such a publicity is not in line with Qin Fengming. Consistent style
When Qin Fengming thought about it, since the monk who took out the golden marrow liquid dared to act like this, it was enough to show that he was extremely confident of winning in the gambling.
Such a person will not stop after just one attack. He will definitely stay here for a long time.
As long as I can harvest one or two materials for refining the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword here, it will be extremely safe to take the golden marrow liquid into my arms and leave this place quickly.
Jingyun Sect has built many independent small attics around the valley here. These attics are built in the dense mountain forests around the valley, but they also appear to be extremely elegant and quiet.
Qin Fengming flew straight to an uninhabited attic, flew into it, set the next restriction at will, and then began to rest and meditate.
The good times did not last long. Just when Qin Fengming had just meditated for an hour, a transmission note shot into the restriction set by Qin Fengming.
He raised his hand and pinched the transmission note into his hand. With a movement of his spiritual power, a voice came into his ears: "Fellow Daoist Qin, the bet you placed on the saffron fruit has been valued by a fellow Taoist. Please come to the Changsheng Hall quickly, Friend Daoist Qin."
"Ah, it's great that someone came to challenge so quickly."
As Qin Fengming said this, he jumped up and left the attic, heading towards the Changsheng Hall.
"Hahaha, this is Fellow Daoist Lu. He has a blue stone in his hand that Fellow Daoist Qin needs. And Fellow Daoist Lu is also very interested in the saffron fruit. Let's ask the two fellow Daoists to choose a magic circle and have a gambling battle."
Seeing Qin Fengming appear, a monk from the Jingyun Sect who was in the early stages of becoming an elixir brought Qin Fengming to an elderly monk sitting on a stone chair in the hall and introduced the two of them.
The old monk just opened his eyes. When he saw Qin Fengming, he glanced at Qin Fengming for a moment without getting up. However, there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.
Qin Fengming didn't pay much attention to the strange look shown by this monk in the late stage of Chengdan. He cupped his fists and smiled slightly: "My surname is Qin. Fellow Taoist Lu invited me, but I don't know what kind of magic circle I plan to compete with."
Upon hearing Qin Fengming's words, the monk named Lu who was sitting in front of him was also stunned.
Although the method of gambling among monks is negotiated between two people, it is generally decided by the sponsor. In other words, whoever announces the bet will decide the method of the bet.
At this time, he actually heard the other party asking him. Brother Lu couldn't help but look at him. Seeing that the other party didn't have any strange expression, the old man surnamed Lu thought: "Could it be that the other party is a pair of people who are extremely skilled in the magic circle?"
He is also a man who has lived for three to four hundred years. Although he did not look at the middle-aged monk in front of him, he rolled his eyes and said calmly: "In order to win the battle quickly, we will choose a method to determine the outcome based on the number of monsters killed. The magic circle."
Hearing that the other party chose this kind of magic formation, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile in his heart, and said without any strange expression on his face: "Okay, just follow the wishes of fellow Taoist and choose this kind of magic formation."
Qin Fengming was no stranger to this type of magic circle that determined the outcome by comparing the number of demon beasts killed. When he was still in the Luoxia Sect of Daliang Kingdom, the battle for the spirit stone mine that he participated in was this type of magic circle.
Choosing this kind of magic formation was undoubtedly because the other party saw that he was only in the early stage of becoming a pill and thought that he did not have much combat power and means, so he did this deliberately. However, Qin Fengming was not worried at all about this.
Looking at the ordinary middle-aged monk in front of him, the Alchemist monk from Jingyun Sect was also very puzzled. The monk in front of him, with his initial cultivation of Alchemist, actually bet against a late-stage Alchemist monk in terms of strength and means. This is not the same as admitting defeat on his own. There is no difference
But since the two of them had already decided, the Jingyun Sect monk would not stop him. He turned around and led the two of them towards a stone platform in the hall.
