Chapter 167: Fighting Daoist Nun Feng Again

"What would you like to buy, Junior Brother?"

Shopkeeper Liu put away the items and spirit stones and accompanied He Pingsheng personally into the chamber of commerce.

He Pingsheng looked left and right.

He didn't need magic tools or treasures.

As for cultivation elixirs, the old man had already prepared them, and they were in the side hall, so he didn't need those either.

The only thing he needed was talismans.

The Mountain-Moving Talismans among the second-tier talismans were used up, but there were still four 【Heavenly Fire Talismans】.

These Heavenly Fire Talismans were strengthened from 【Fierce Fire Talismans】.

He hadn't used them yet, so he didn't know their power.

Judging from the effect of the first-tier talismans like 【Ice Arrow Talismans】 and 【Fire Bomb Talismans】 that could instantly kill any Qi Condensation disciple, He Pingsheng felt that these Heavenly Fire Talismans should be able to instantly kill any Foundation Establishment disciple.

With the improvement of He Pingsheng's cultivation, it could be said that Foundation Establishment disciples no longer posed a major threat to him.

Threats came more from higher-level cultivators.

Like Golden Core disciples.

And like that guy Wuwei.

He and Wuwei seemed to have no grudge, but He Pingsheng believed that as long as there was an opportunity, Wuwei would definitely cause trouble.

Looking at it this way, he should also prepare some third-tier attack talismans.

"Where are the second-tier talismans?" He Pingsheng asked.

Shopkeeper Liu said: "This way, Junior Brother..."

The second-tier talismans were not on this floor.

After the two went up to the second floor, He Pingsheng saw them.

But there weren't many types; besides Fierce Fire Talismans, there was only one called 【Sharp Metal Talisman】.

This Sharp Metal Talisman was also an attack talisman; once deployed, it could instantly emit a sharp metal aura that could injure the enemy.

Each Sharp Metal Talisman sold for about three thousand spirit stones.

Too expensive!

But he had to buy them even if they were expensive.

"Wang Shixiong, give me two Sharp Metal Talismans!"

He Pingsheng paid six thousand spirit stones, and two Sharp Metal Talismans were in his hands.

"Are there any third-tier talismans?" He Pingsheng asked again.

Shopkeeper Liu's face turned bitter: "No... Junior Brother, what are you thinking?"

"On our side of the Cultivation Alliance, all talisman supplies rely on the Heavenly Talisman Mountain!"

"Third-tier talismans are not only difficult to make, with a low success rate, but the materials are also incomparably precious. Every third-tier talisman is a trump card and a great killing weapon in the hands of Golden Core Ancestors; you might not even be able to buy one for tens of thousands of spirit stones!"

"If our chamber of commerce had any, the high-level officials of the Cultivation Alliance would have bought them long ago!"

"How could they be left until now?"

"Such things can only appear at trading fairs for Golden Core cultivators!"

"We can't touch them!"

"Let alone our Fenghe Manor, none of the chambers of commerce in the Matou Mountain market could possibly have third-tier talismans!"

Fine!

If there aren't any, there aren't any!

He'd go to Heavenly Talisman Mountain later and ask Senior Sister Qiao.

Walking out of Fenghe Manor, He Pingsheng didn't go to the chambers of commerce inside.

All the chambers of commerce here sold things that were much the same.

He came to the stalls again to wander around.

To be honest, ever since the three little cuties were cheated by an old scoundrel here last time, He Pingsheng had developed a psychological shadow about buying items at stalls.

Items at stalls, especially things he didn't recognize, he tried his best not to touch if he could avoid it.

Sticking to this principle, He Pingsheng took another turn.

"Boss, what is this round thing, bring it over for me to see?" He Pingsheng stopped in front of a stall.

The stall owner looked very young.

Sweeping with his spiritual sense, the other party's cultivation was only at the sixth layer of Qi Condensation.

He had quite a lot of nerve to come out and set up a stall at only the sixth layer.

"Okay, Wang Shixiong!" The guy thought He Pingsheng was a Qi Condensation disciple, called him Wang Shixiong casually, and handed over a black, round, pancake-like object.

He Pingsheng naturally didn't care about Wang Shixiong or Junior Brother, so he picked up the round pancake and examined it.

Judging from his intuition, this should be an array disc.

To be precise, it was a damaged array disc.

"This is an array disc that's half broken!" He Pingsheng weighed the array disc in his hand: "Where did you get it?"

The youth smiled and said somewhat embarrassedly: "Found it, hehehe... if Wang Shixiong likes it, just give me any price!"

He Pingsheng couldn't tell what level this array disc was or what its purpose was.

But it didn't matter.

He'd just put it in the Treasure-Gathering Basin later and strengthen it; even if he strengthened it into two first-tier array discs, he would still make a profit.

"Ten spirit stones, do you think that's okay?" He Pingsheng asked the youth.

The youth was overjoyed: "Okay, okay, okay..."

For the current He Pingsheng, ten spirit stones really didn't matter whether he made a profit or a loss.

If he lost, he lost.

After paying the spirit stones, he casually threw the array disc into his storage bag and then flew away on his sword.

He Pingsheng planned to go back and strengthen the talismans first; if Fenghe Manor received the poison elixirs, he would just send someone to pick them up, without having to run there himself.

However, after flying for less than half a stick of incense, He Pingsheng saw a cluster of sword light suddenly rise from the ground not far away, blocking him in mid-air.

Who else could the person flying on the sword be but Daoist Nun Feng?

Daoist Nun Feng, from a distance of a hundred zhang, swung the long sword in her hand, and the sky-piercing sword light fell from the air.

"Daoist Nun Feng?"

He Pingsheng's gaze narrowed slightly, and the next moment he immediately took out a round little shield: the top-tier magic tool, Sacred Wood Shield.

"Open..."

The Wood-attribute spiritual energy in his body surged into the little shield, and all eight layers of restrictions on the little shield were fully deployed.

A green, thick shield immediately blocked in front of He Pingsheng.

The green light shield was a full zhang in radius.

The Wood spiritual power in He Pingsheng's body was still continuously surging into the Sacred Wood Shield.

Whether this shield could block the power of Daoist Nun Feng's sword, He Pingsheng didn't know.

But he had nowhere to hide now.

The other party's attack came too fast, and he had no time to activate any talismans.

Because activating talismans previously required several breaths of time.

"Open..."

At the same time, He Pingsheng circulated the Metal spiritual power in his body, and a thick Metal-attribute shield was deployed.

Magic technique: Jin Gang Shield.

Two layers of protection, surely he could block this sword strike, right?

Just as He Pingsheng had deployed the Sacred Wood Shield, a multicolored sword light fell down like a silk ribbon.

*Bang... *

The phantom of the deployed Sacred Wood Shield blocked this sword strike.

However, the Sacred Wood Shield's light shadow suddenly dimmed, and with a *bang*, it was torn apart by the sword light.

Fortunately, although the shield was broken, it blocked about ninety percent of the sword energy.

The remaining less than ten percent of the sword energy fell on the Jin Gang Shield and was easily blocked by the magic technique 【Jin Gang Shield】.

After blocking Daoist Nun Feng's strike, He Pingsheng steered the flying sword under his feet and hurriedly descended from the high altitude.

Fighting on the ground was safer than fighting at high altitude.

At least he didn't have to worry about falling to his death, right?

Daoist Nun Feng wasn't stupid either; seeing He Pingsheng land, she followed closely with a movement of her feet.

Before He Pingsheng could stand firm, Daoist Nun Feng, who had already closed in within thirty zhang, raised her hand again and slashed with her sword.

The sword energy mixed with sword light and turned into a three-zhang-long silk ribbon, slashing down. ===== CHAPTER 168 =====