Therefore, the spirit weapon is still indispensable to himself, anyway, Ling Xian is rich and rich, and buying some will not hurt his muscles and bones, as for the talisman, it is even more of a good thing, don't look at this small spirit talisman is inconspicuous, the real fighting method is at a critical moment, it can affect the victory.

Ling Xian bought a lot of them in one go.

And the Fang Market in this wild ancient land is also different from what I have visited before, there are countless treasures of all kinds, most of which Ling Immortal has never seen, although it is not very useful, but it is also an eye-opener.

In addition to going shopping in Fang City, Ling Xian also visited some nearby immortal cultivators of the same level, as the saying goes, the stones of other mountains can attack jade, and this practice is not just a closed-door penance.

Communicating with each other and exchanging cultivation experiences with monks of the same level will be of great help to his own immortal path, this point, Ling Xian knows in his heart, so in the exchange, he did not cherish anything, he reciprocated with peaches, from the other party, Ling Xian also had a lot of gains.

The stones of other mountains can attack jade, and the ancients did not deceive me!

In addition to the cultivation experience, they also exchanged some treasures with each other on a small scale, but unfortunately, Ling Xian didn't like much, although he had just been promoted, but because the immortal road was tortuous and rich, this vision was ridiculously high.

Although there is no gain in this part, it is also familiar with the nearby Jindan monks, although the friendship cannot be really good, but when they meet each other, they will also call each other brothers.

And from their mouths, Ling Xian also further learned some information that was impossible to access before.

For example, Black Marsh City, as one of the three main cities recognized by the monks of the Savage Ancient Land, has a profound heritage far beyond their expectations.

For example, the city lord is a great monk in the late Yuan Infant period.

At the same time there are elder dozens, well, this tens are, of course, imaginary numbers, but actually. It is true that there are more than ten people, and these ten people are also Yuan Infant Stage Immortal Cultivators who have survived the three Heavenly Tribulations.

With such strength, even a top-level sect like Tianwei Sect cannot be compared, and it can even be said that it is far from it.

After all, except for the Ancestor of the Primordial Infant and the Jindan Monk. The number of foundation building cultivators, so much so that the number of Qi refining stage cultivators who entered the sect was also much more than that of the Heavenly Flavor Sect.

The reason why this is the case is certainly because of the geographical location and scale of Black Swamp City, and the immortal cultivators who come and go from the south to the north have brought countless rare treasures, but the most important thing is that Black Swamp City needs to guard against the wild beasts and night witches in the Black Mist Swamp.

Almost every certain amount of time passes, and the length is thousands of years. In a few hundred years, the other party will come to Black Swamp City to make trouble, or even make a big fanfare, and directly attack the city.

The conflict that erupted at that time was unimaginably tragic.

The demon beast attacked the city, and the native-born monks here almost changed color when they talked about it, and Ling Xian was also taken aback, but fortunately, there was a chance of encountering it. It's actually very small.

And just like that, time flies. The years are easy, this month's time, Ling Xian is living a happy life, on this day, he just went to the cave of a familiar monk to exchange cultivation experience, and then went to a well-known restaurant in Black Swamp City to eat and drink.

Although it can be a valley. But Ling Xian still likes all kinds of exquisite food in the world, full of wine and food, seeing that it is still early, Ling Xian wanders around the city.

There's nothing to do anyway, so what if you can find some precious treasure?

All in all. Ling Xian's cultivation was too hard a while ago, so he needed to rest and recover during this time, except for sitting for an hour every morning, the rest of the time Ling Xian went to various places to play at will.

In this way, unconsciously, after walking for an hour, he found nothing, but Ling Xian did not intend to bother with anything, he came out, mainly to relax his mood, not necessarily, he really wanted to obtain any treasures.

So although he didn't get anything, he was still in a good mood, and he was still looking forward to it with a leisurely face, but at this moment, a noisy sound came into his ears.

Ling Xian felt a slight difference, followed the sound and raised his head, more than a hundred zhang in front of him, surrounded by a group of immortal cultivators, pointing and pointing, as if there was really some big excitement, appeared in front of him.

Ling Xian's face showed a bit of a deep expression, with his character, he originally didn't like to meddle in things, but now it is not what it used to be, firstly, he is a little boring at the moment, and secondly, he has now entered the Jindan period, so he naturally does not need to be as careful as before, and it is naturally okay to look at the excitement.

So Ling Xian walked over.

Those monks who watched the excitement were in a very low realm, mainly refining qi, and the highest cultivation was only building a foundation, and there were only a few of them.

So Ling Xian quietly restrained his breath.

He came here to be bored and watch the excitement, but he didn't want to be shocked by his cultivation, but to cause others to watch.

In this way, Ling Xian remained silent, but he had quietly squeezed into the crowd.

A familiar face came into view, and Ling Xian couldn't help but be stunned, almost thinking that he had misunderstood.

He never thought that in this wild ancient land, he would be able to meet acquaintances, and the acquaintances he met were not in the Shuiyun Immortal Cultivation Realm, but far away in the Martial Kingdom, and he had already seen them.

It's incredible!

No, it's not enough to describe it, it can be said to be shocking, and it has reached the point where I can't imagine and understand.

But Ling Xian was sure that he was not mistaken, because the person in front of him was too familiar to him, or rather, impressive.

The first powerhouse in the martial arts of the former martial arts, a miracle swordsman!

Time flies, and the past is easy, but in this world, there are some things that are not so easy to be wiped out by time.

What's more, Ling Xian has had countless adventures, and although he is now an immortal cultivator at the level of Ning Dan, from the time he set foot on the road of cultivating immortals, to now, it has only been twenty years in a hurry.

It is far from the vicissitudes of life and the changes in the world, so how could he not know Murong Yu in front of him?

Everything feels like yesterday.

Ling Xian still remembered that the other party was a single sword, and his demeanor was still the same, and the white-clothed Shengxue was victorious, and with the strength of one person, he beat the four demon kings to the point of holding his head and scurrying away.

The demeanor of a peerless swordsman is heartbreaking.

At that time, I had the luxury of hoping in my heart, when would I be as powerful as Murong You?

Hard!

The first meeting, the gap between the two, can not be in the Dao, although the so-called demon king, in the eyes of Ling Xian today, is not worth mentioning, at best, just a few little demons who don't open their eyes.

But no matter what, Murong Yu at that time was indeed a strong man, and looking at the martial arts, there were not many who were worthy of being his opponent.

However, things changed over time, and when he met Murong Yu again, Ling Xian felt that things were wrong.

His face is obviously a little older than before, although he is still wearing white, but he is no longer white-clothed Shengxue, it is covered with dust, revealing a sense of hero's end. (To be continued.) )