How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 287
For those who can eat soft rice, Lang Xing always has some admiration from the bottom of his heart. Not everyone can eat soft rice, and there are many ways to eat soft rice.

He thought of Sanqian, Sister Hu, and Ao Ling, the dragon girl whom he had never met.

Eat soft rice hard, eat hard rice softly, eat both soft and hard, Chinese culture is so vast and profound that it is impossible to understand it.

"Since your fiancée is the cultivating seed of the Fengming Sect, do you still need us to help you?" Sanqian asked Lang Xing with a raised eyelid.

Fan Tong smiled embarrassingly, "A man, how can he rely on a woman to make a living, besides, I haven't started yet, she can't come forward directly, and people who don't participate in the fairy gate can't help."

"How can you help me?" Lang Xing asked after stopping his philosophical thinking about Ruanfan.

"Most of the monks near my family know that the monks who want to join the Fengming Sect are far away from me now. They are afraid that the Fengming Sect will be influenced by the City God of Beiban, and they are unwilling to accept me as a disciple. Unlike the young master, they are willing to be with me. Befriend."

"The Fengming Sect's climb to the Immortal Gate needs to go through the Sea of ​​Fire to test the endurance and mana strength of the Golden Core monks. The Sea of ​​Fire can automatically adjust the intensity according to the realm of the monks participating in the test. The purpose is to drive out those with lower potential in the same level."

Having said that, he took a sip of tea, "They are recruiting people who guard the spiritual veins of the newly opened land this time. They are often attacked by the Xirong tribe, and they have considerable requirements for combat power. Those with low potential There is not much value for cultivation, so it is natural to pass the test and eliminate it."

He also knew that his Golden Elixir was formed by cheating by taking Tiancaidibao, so he obviously belonged to those with low potential.

"Cultivators pay attention to Taoism, wealth, companionship, law and land. In the process of crossing the sea of ​​​​fire, it is okay to take elixir, use magic weapons, etc. I have studied the rules carefully, and it is also allowed for those who participate in the test to help each other."

Fan Tong stood up and bowed deeply, "Please help me, my lord!"

"I'll think about it first. If I have spare energy, I will help you. If I can't take care of myself, then there is nothing I can do."

He originally planned to give it a try if he really couldn't find help, but now that Lang Xing didn't say enough, it was a surprise to Fan Tong, so he hurriedly thanked him.

"You want to achieve a fairy-level fruit status, and you are from a monk family. You have experienced it before. You must have the experience of the elders of the family to prove the Sanxian. Why don't you share it? If I gain something, I will help you when I cross the sea of ​​fire. I have enough confidence."

Lang Xing smiled like a profiteer, and said tentatively based on the principle of making a shot.

Fan Tong let out a long sigh, almost on the verge of tears, "My sons and grandchildren are unworthy, and for the sake of the family's great plan of revenge, I have no choice but to take care of the ancestral precepts that can be passed on to the outside world. fan."

Immediately, Fan Tong recounted the experience of attaining immortality handed down by the elders of the family, but he was vague when it came to the key parts of his family's exercises.

Lang Xing didn't force it, combined with his understanding of Dapin Tianyao Jue, he secretly deduced it in his heart.After Fan Tong had finished speaking for a long time, his eyes lit up, and he ended the deduction. He felt that he had gained some experience. There were a few things that he didn't understand when he comprehended the third level of the Dapin Tianyao Art. understanding.

After chatting for a few words and leaving a message talisman with each other, Fan Tong took his leave and left. Sanqian packed Lang Xing's bed and asked casually:

"Are we really going to help him?"

"We'll see the situation at that time. Anyway, it's an unexpected harvest now, and we don't need to pay anything. If he has other thoughts, just find a place to swallow him."

"It's too oily, it's not tasty."

Sanqian transformed into the true form of an orange cat, huddled into a ball, nestled next to the pillow, in a daze to doze off and adjust his breath, while Lang Xing sat cross-legged on the bed, continuing to comprehend the Dapin Tianyao Art.

In the next few days, under the leadership of Fan Tong, Lang Xing visited all the shops in Fangshi. It was a different experience from visiting the monster town under the town of Long Live Fox King when he was in Xiniu Hezhou. There are more kinds of goods in Fangshi, and the commercial transactions are more mature.

In addition to the big shops that are fixed in the spirit buildings in the square city, Sanxian builds tent-like spirit cloths on both sides of many small alleys, sells some scattered things, and wanders around twice when there is nothing to do, which is very interesting.

In the next two days, Lang Xing didn't let Fan Tong accompany him, and of course he didn't follow the usual routine, so he caught some big leaks.

The only harvest is to divide the useless goods on the body into multiple times and find different merchants to sell them all. The monster flesh and bones that are common in Xiniu Hezhou are rare goods here.

If it is in the world of monsters, these spirit meat can only satisfy the greed, and the bones are even thrown away, but in the market, many medicine shops are buying them in large quantities, and the price is not cheap.

After so many years of Lang Xing, a lot of sundries have accumulated in the pockets of the enemies who devoured them. Most of the belongings of the monsters are horns, teeth, scales and other sloughed things, which are also very easy to sell in the refining shop.

Cleaned up all the clutter on his body, and even sold the materials with a large price difference between the monster race and the human race in the dojo space. After deducting the expenses, Lang Xing had more than a hundred spirit crystals on his body.

One-tenth of a tiny spirit vein.

In fact, the accumulated spiritual crystals could have been more, but shopping is full of great enthusiasm for women, no matter their age, cultivation level, or ethnicity.

Lang Xing sells goods and earns spiritual crystals, and three thousand is a good flower. Finally, I have passed the addiction of buying whatever I want, and I feel that the two of them have money for the first time.

Although Sanqian bought a lot of things, most of them were useful things such as formation boards and formation flags for arranging formations. In addition, she bought some rouge and gouache for monks, and she left Lang Xing to go.

Later, while waiting for the Fengming Sect to recruit Jindan disciples, Lang Xing mostly stayed in the Buddhist scripture pavilion in Fang City. It was called the Buddhist scripture pavilion, but in fact it was a place for selling spiritual slips opened by a local monk family. There are a wide variety of cultivation books to attract monks to come and want to learn the essence of the latter part.

Hand in the spirit stone first.

For the free jade slips that the monks didn't care much about, Lang Xing read them with great interest.

Among the group of monsters, whoever is a serious monster who studies is despicable.

He reads a variety of books. There are books like "Tao Lun" about the cultivation concepts of human beings and immortals. Although they are generalized, they can get a glimpse of them and understand a little bit. There are also romantic pamphlets like "Top Ten Beauties of the Fengming School". , Lang Xing, with the original intention of understanding the information of the Fengming School, studied it carefully, as well as "The First Explanation of Incense and Fire Shinto", "36 Strategies for Raising Banshees", "[-] Postures of Sword Immortal and Flying Sword", etc. Waiting for the weird jade slips.

Relying on the strength of his divine sense, Lang Xing engraved all of them into the sea of ​​consciousness.

On this day, in the quiet room of the Dongfu that Lang Xing rented, a yellow talisman flew over, and Fan Tong's voice came from it.

"Tomorrow the Fengming faction will open the fairy gate!"

(End of this chapter)