Chapter 71: 71. Chapter 71: Qing Hong Sword (Celebration for Alliance Leader

71. Chapter 71: Qing Hong Sword (Celebration for Alliance Leader "Elvin2016")

Having mixed in the cultivation world for such a long time, Fang Xing understood some basic common sense.

The preciousness of magical tools lies first in the material, and second in the array restrictions.

Even, sometimes the latter is more important than the former.

This "Qing Hong Sword" had its internal array completely destroyed and its sword light stained... for cultivators, it was basically useless.

But for him, the material of the flying sword itself was Rank 2, which was strong enough... that was enough!

He flicked the sword body with his finger.

The Qing Hong Sword immediately let out a sword cry, and among the green jade-like sword light, there was a trace of inconspicuous purple-black intent.

'This sword is indeed completely ruined. It cannot input magic power and divine sense to manipulate it. It can only be used as a fire poker in the hand... but for me, it is just right.'

"I wonder how much this sword costs?"

"Fellow Daoist, just give me the material cost, 2,000 low-grade spiritual stones will do." The Long-surnamed cultivator smiled.

This kind of waste sword, even if it were re-smelted, wouldn't recover much material, and it was very troublesome. Being able to handle it for 2,000 spiritual stones was not bad, not to mention... it could also sell a favor to this fierce person who was famous far and near.

"Thank you."

Fang Xing took out seven mid-grade spiritual stones, plus the spiritual stones from selling the magical tools before, and took down this Rank 2 spiritual sword, knowing that the other party should have given him a discount.

'But thinking about it, the Fire Refining Workshop and the Green Pill Workshop have inextricable ties with the Profound Heaven Sect, representing the original order of the market... The Heavenly Gang, this kind of black evil force, wants to grab their interests, and the two sides are not saying that they are at odds, but they are definitely not pleasing to the eye.'

'I wiped out the Heavenly Gang, I am afraid it was a big favor to them...'

In the cave dwelling.

Fang Xing pulled out the Qing Hong Sword.

Clang!

In an instant, the room was filled with green light, and the sword Qi soared to the sky!

He flicked it casually, and a green light swept across the blade, cutting through metal and snapping jade as if it were nothing.

"Good sword... the sharpness of this sword, I am afraid it is enough to cut through the defense of a Rank 2 Yao beast, right?"

A look of joy appeared on Fang Xing's face.

Generally speaking, Rank 2 spiritual tools have tough materials, and ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators and Rank 2 Yao beasts cannot destroy them.

Of course, if you meet a Rank 2 High-Grade Yao beast, or a ruthless character among Foundation Establishment cultivators, it is hard to say.

If it is directly bombarded by a Rank 3 Yao beast, then the Rank 2 spiritual tool will be destroyed directly, and there is nothing to say.

Fang Xing should be glad that the Rank 3 Yao beast attacked with poisonous mist and mainly attacked the Nascent Soul Zhenjun. That Foundation Establishment cultivator was contaminated by the aftermath and turned into a pool of pus, but the Qing Hong Sword was largely preserved.

Although, it was also ruined...

"But it's better than slashing a Rank 3 Yao beast's body directly and then breaking..."

Fang Xing pulled out another sword, which was Ink Pattern!

He held Ink Pattern in his left hand and Qing Hong in his right, a look of eagerness to try appeared on his face, and he suddenly exerted force, slashing fiercely.

Ping Pong!

The sword blades collided, electricity was born in the void, and a crisp sound was made, piercing the eardrums.

Fang Xing calmed down and looked at the Qing Hong Sword, and saw that the blade was as usual.

And on the blade of the Ink Pattern Sword, there was already a notch the size of a grain of rice.

"I haven't used much force yet, it's entirely the sharpness of the sword itself... After all, a blood-refined magical tool is only equivalent to a low-grade magical tool..."

After trying it out slightly, Fang Xing knew that the Ink Pattern Sword was indeed a little piece of trash.

He threw the Ink Pattern Sword with his left hand, and it flew high.

Then, the Qing Hong Sword turned into a green light and slashed fiercely at the Ink Pattern Sword.

Swish!

The Ink Pattern Sword let out a mournful cry, and the connection between the hilt and the blade was cut off directly.

From the two broken sword bodies, an iron piece the size of a thumb flew out.

"Dog brother's token, here..."

Seeing this, Fang Xing's eyes couldn't help but light up.

Ever since he learned that there was a secret hidden in the Ink Pattern Sword, he had planned to take it out one day.

The original plan was to go to Vulture Star to find a metal cutting machine.

But now it seems that the Qing Hong Sword is enough to complete this task.

Fang Xing reached out and summoned, and the Primordial Qi turned into a thin line, actually sweeping out a foot, and took back the mysterious iron order.

If the Primordial warriors of this world saw this scene, I am afraid their eyeballs would stare out.

Primordial Qi, actually has such a wonderful use?

Fang Xing looked at the token in his hand and saw that the token was only the size of a thumb, and the whole body was pitch black, as if cast from ordinary stubborn iron.

But it could remain undamaged in the slashing of the Qing Hong Sword just now, so how could it be ordinary material?

"Rank 2, or Rank 3 spiritual material?"

Fang Xing muttered, his fingers stroking the iron order, and he could feel a warmth like jade.

This iron order was covered with all kinds of cloud patterns, and the front was an ancient seal—the character "Ling," and the back was engraved with the two characters "Wan Fa."

"It seems that the rumors are correct. That secret realm is really related to the 'Wan Fa Shang Ren' who was at the Nascent Soul perfection. Is this piece in my hand a core token of the formation? Or some other pass token?"

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He was influenced by what he saw and heard, and knew many things in the cultivation world.

For example, in some important cave dwellings or formation restrictions, there would be one or two core tokens, as well as more pass tokens, provided for the owner and disciples, children to use.

It was equivalent to the key to open the big door!

"Therefore, don't look at the secret realm being fought fiercely there, maybe they are just on the periphery, and haven't even entered the real big door?"

"Or, haven't touched the core yet?"

Although this was the case, Fang Xing had no intention of exploring.

The first is that even the Nascent Soul Zhenjun fell, so he, a small character, doesn't need to humiliate himself.

The second is... "Cultivators' items are mostly useless to me..."

Fang Xing's goal had always been clear, and that was to use the resources of the other world as much as possible to build his own martial way.

Therefore, for him, the most important thing now was the follow-up of "Whale Elephant Paste."

Besides that, everything was vanity!

A few days later.

Around Qinglin Market.

In an ordinary shed, there were birds perched on the roof, and lizards and beetles crawled over around it.

Fang Xing had already known the situation inside and walked in with big strides.

Xiao Rui was guarding the door. Seeing it was Fang Xing, a look of relief appeared on her face: "Distinguished guest, please come in!"

After Fang Xing entered, she immediately closed the door and pasted two "House Protection Talismans" and "Aura Restraining Talismans."

"You are the proprietor of the Green Pill Workshop?"

Fang Xing looked at a woman in green in the middle of the house, wearing a jade belt around her waist and a bamboo hat on her head, unable to see her face.

"Exactly... this concubine is Su Ye, I have seen the distinguished guest. I wonder how to address the distinguished guest?"

Su Ye spoke softly, her voice like a clear spring flowing.

"This one is Fang Yun!"

Fang Xing reported a fake name without hesitation.

"Fellow Daoist Fang... Fellow Daoist killed Luo Hong of the Heavenly Gang the other day, which is truly gratifying... this little woman admires you..."

Su Ye complimented.

"Cut the crap, do you have a clue about the substitute for 'Whale Elephant Paste'?" Fang Xing opened his mouth.

"So that kind of ointment is called Whale Elephant Paste? The medicinal property is so domineering. I don't know what kind of Yao beast this 'Whale Elephant' is. It might possess part of the bloodline of Rank 3, or even Rank 4 Yao beasts..."

Su Ye muttered, and with a wave of her slender hand, an ink jade bottle floated slowly in a group of green light and came to Fang Xing: "This bottle of 'Boiling Blood Liquid,' please appraise it, Fellow Daoist!"

"'Boiling Blood Liquid'?"

Fang Xing secretly contacted the drone outside, didn't find any ambush, and secretly held his breath, only then opened the ink jade bottle.

In fact, with his current physique, ordinary toxins couldn't poison him at all, and he had the fine and subtle body control to detect something wrong the first time the toxin entered his body, and then make various reactions to expel the toxin.

However, there were too many means in the cultivation world, so being careful was not wrong.

After pulling out the bottle stopper, he saw a group of crimson liquid like fresh blood inside.

Fang Xing slightly opened his nasal cavity and smelled a strong bloody smell.

'Hmm, it's not poisonous, but it makes my Qi and blood slightly lively... just smelling it has such an effect, it seems there is a way!'

His heart stirred, and a silver needle appeared in his hand, slowly picking out a drop of viscous "Boiling Blood Liquid" and applying it to the back of his hand.

Sour, numb, spicy...

Various feelings emerged from the back of his hand, and then turned into a hot current, making his skin seem to be strengthened a little.

"How is this thing?" Su Ye asked with a light smile.

"It should have 40% to 50% of the effect of 'Whale Elephant Paste'... I wonder how much it costs? I am prepared to buy a large amount."

Fang Xing sighed and made a decision.

"This thing is rare. It is refined with the flesh and blood essence of Rank 2 Yao beasts as the main material, and added with 49 kinds of spiritual herbs..."

Su Ye answered unhurriedly: "Therefore, one bottle costs 200 low-grade spiritual stones. Our shop encountered a disaster before, and the warehouse storing medicinal herbs was also destroyed. Now there are only two bottles left..."

"Only two bottles?"

Fang Xing frowned. This amount, although more than what Xia Long gave, was not enough to push his Dragon Elephant Technique to the next realm: "I remember... the Foundation Establishment guardian of the market killed a Rank 2 Yao beast before... the flesh and blood should have a lot left, right?"

"Fellow Daoist doesn't know, the refining of this 'Boiling Blood Liquid' needs to refine the flesh and blood of Rank 2 Yao beasts. A piece as big as a small mountain finally only has a little bit the size of a fist... And when the market encountered a disaster, many Yao beasts were attracted by the flesh and blood of Rank 2 Yao beasts, frantically attacking our pharmacy and warehouse..." Su Ye answered with a bitter smile.

Fang Xing immediately understood.

Even if there were convenient storage items like storage bags, how many storage bags did the entire Green Pill Workshop have?

What's more, the capacity of most low-grade storage bags was about two or three cubic meters. How much Yao beast flesh and blood could they hold?

It was normal that there wasn't much left after being attacked before the flesh and blood were refined into pills.

But Fang Xing still didn't quite believe it!

According to the merchant's practice, when encountering hot-selling goods, they must control the release and hoard them to raise the price.

He looked at Su Ye with a few inexplicable meanings: "Then what does Fellow Daoist Su think, how can we get a large amount of 'Boiling Blood Liquid'?"

"I am afraid that apart from killing a Rank 2 Yao beast and obtaining a large amount of flesh and blood as raw material, there is no other way."

Su Ye shook her head and answered.

"Rank 2 Yao beast?"

Fang Xing's expression was solemn.

The golden-feathered vulture monster bird he saw that day appeared in his mind again.

If it were such a Rank 2 High-Grade Yao beast, he would definitely run as far as he could, but if it were an ordinary Rank 2 Low-Grade Yao beast, besieged by multiple perfection Qi Condensation cultivators and coordinated with formations, it was still possible to take it down.

"Since that's the case, then I will buy these two bottles."

Finally, Fang Xing made a decision and took out four mid-grade spiritual stones.

'Damn, it's so dangerous, I might as well go back to Vulture Star to find a way to buy "Whale Elephant Paste"! Even if it's hundreds of thousands a box, it's safe at least...'