Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 39 Going Down the Mountain
As Lin Pingzhen said, this technique was chosen for her, because there are not many male monks who practice whipping in this cultivation world.

Ningxia didn't dare to think about the price. For fear of scaring herself to death, she thought she owed Brother Zhen a favor.Now she doesn't have to worry about what kind of weapon to choose, she just has a ready-made package.

The whip, at first glance, is not a serious weapon used by the protagonist.But it didn't matter, Ningxia felt that a passer-by like her didn't need to be so righteous.

Compared with the rigidity of swords and knives, the whip has a kind of agility in operation and its own characteristics that other weapons do not have, and the moves are also more malleable.

This is precisely what Ningxia is more satisfied with.Weapons such as swords are indeed more powerful, and the more they go to the back, the more powerful they are, and the whip is much more obvious.But the whip is more flexible than all weapons, attacking, blocking, seizing... This is also something that a straight sword can't do.

It's really going out to meet a noble person, Ningxia secretly lamented that she didn't know how many times she had been instructed by lovely and respectable seniors since she came to the world of self-cultivation.From the kindness of passers-by, the guidance of teachers and the help of fellow students... This cultivation world is not as cold as imagined, in the final analysis, it is just a group of people with different power systems and flesh and blood.

Next, she briefly glanced at the other three techniques. The fireball technique and the earth escape technique were very small, and they seemed to be easy to learn.Anyway, she didn't plan to learn it right away. She had to be mentally prepared to pick a good day to learn something.

Ningxia plans to go out again tomorrow, pick a whip that is in hand to practice, and rest early today.

There are many markets in the cultivation world, large and small, inside the sect and outside the sect... There are nearly [-] bazaars in the Wuhua Sect alone, scattered all over the sect, Qingxu Peak. The Outer Market is one of the largest.

Of course, the market in the sect is mainly based on exchange, and the stalls are all the disciples in the sect who are in desperate need of resources.

The market outside Zongmen is mainly about buying and selling.Cultivators from all over the world will choose the market they like to sell their goods to earn spiritual stones. Over time, a large number of people gather and live together, so a large city of self-cultivation often forms near the market.

Various organizations, businesses, auction houses and large families will also be settled 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 kind of city Ningxia intends to visit - Wanping City, a city with Wuhua School as its back.In fact, there are other more famous markets, but Ningxia chose Wanping City, which is controlled by the Wuhua faction stealthily, considering that she has no skills and a cultivation base, and it is not suitable to travel long distances.

The sect does not restrict the disciples from going down the mountain, but requires them to go to the Fengwu Hall for detailed registration.After she completed the procedures for leaving the sect, she directly rented a white crane in Baijifeng Square, which was specially destined for Wanping City.

For this reason, Ningxia took out three spirit stones painfully.In this way, a trip back and forth to the market will cost ten spirit stones, and she hasn't started buying whips yet!
She even made up her mind and vowed to learn to fly as soon as possible, and she must buy a whip this time.

After coming to this world, it was the first time that Ningxia saw such a large-scale city.Although it is completely incomparable with modern high-rise buildings in terms of height, this magnificent and quaint city still shocked her.

Ningxia overlooks the past from a very high place. The concave city wall surrounds the densely packed buildings. The houses in the city are neatly planned and the roads are accessible.

When the white crane landed, Ningxia stood firm in front of the main gate of the city, and felt even more incredible.The city wall composed of large blocks of bluestone bricks is as high as [-] feet, and the edge cannot be seen from the front.This height is nothing in modern times, but in ancient times with low production levels, it would be called a god.

She admired the city in front of her with a sigh, and entered the city under the strange gaze of the gatekeeper.Fortunately, the sect disciples were free to enter the city, otherwise Ningxia would have to feel sorry for her spiritual stone again.

Wanping City Market

A male cultivator in a white smock was picking and choosing in the market, attracting many cultivators, especially 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 handsome. Although the cultivation world is supreme, people are always visual animals, and those who are good-looking are definitely not willing to sting eyes.Beautiful and handsome people are always worthy of appreciation, and naturally they can get people's attention more than ordinary people.

The white-clothed cultivator didn't notice the budding spirit and hostility around him, or he was used to it.He would be completely immersed in the "Taobao" stall, as if he was really picking up leaks.

Where the hell is that thing?Obviously feel its breath.Or has it been brought back by a "predestined person"?
If that's the case... the male cultivator with his head bowed, black energy swept through his eyes, and a few traces of yin color flashed across his eyes.The stall owner raised his head suddenly, looked around with some doubts, and finally landed on the male cultivator in front of him. There was a bloody smell just now, but now it's gone.

"I want this." With a warm voice, the man in white raised his head and said to the stall owner.What a handsome little brother, Rao, the stall owner and a man, couldn't help but praised secretly.Another one who was taken advantage of, that one just picked up a waste pill.He put the discomfort just now behind him, it might be an illusion.

Is it really an illusion?

After the male cultivator left the booth, he hung up the gentle mask, but the strings in his heart tightened.He was too careless just now and leaked his breath. Although the breath was rampant for a moment, he didn't know if the old foxes in the city would feel it.

It seems that he has to speed up, and staying under the watchful eyes of those old men is not a long-term plan.

(End of this chapter)