Chapter 474 Psychic Magic Weapon
Thousands of directions, bordering Qiang City.
A startling rainbow suddenly flew over and landed outside the city.
The sword light faded away, revealing a foundation-building cultivator.
It was Lin Mu!
Looking at the small town on the edge of the Qianfang Realm in front of him, Lin Mu smiled and nodded.
He flew all the way across Ban Yue, covering an unknown distance of thousands of miles. The Qianfang Realm was vast and boundless. When he arrived here, he still had not reached the border of the Qianfang Realm. However, the further he flew, the fewer people there were and the number of cultivators also dropped sharply. Their cultivation levels are also at a low level.
In the city before Bianqiang City, Lin Mu made a special inspection, but was shocked to find that the person with the highest cultivation level in that city was only in the middle stage of the Golden Core!
With his current strength, no one under Nascent Soul can compete with him.
If he goes to that city, he will be the strongest!
The Qianfang Realm is indeed far more powerful and prosperous than the Tianxiao Realm, but no matter how prosperous the place is, there will still be remote corners and poverty.
Lin Mu didn't stay in front of that city for too long before he left again and came to Qiang City here.
"The spread of jade slips starts from here!" Lin Mu looked at the ancient Bianqiang City in front of him and said with a smile.
With a flash of golden light, the Lingjin Sword suddenly disappeared and flew back into the body.
Fortunately, no one saw such a scene. If it were seen by ordinary people, the foundation-building cultivator actually possessed a magic weapon. I don't know how much shock it would cause in this small Bianqiang City!
Lin Mu also took off the Qingli Hidden Breathing Mask and put it in the pocket of his green robe. Then, he performed the "Bone Shrinking Technique" and his whole appearance suddenly changed drastically. He turned into an elegant, middle-aged young robe cultivator, an immortal. The wind is strong and the bearing is extraordinary.
Lin Mu took out the Five Elements Magic Mirror and looked into it. He was extremely satisfied.
In the mirror, the face appeared to be extremely handsome and elegant. In line with the temperament that Lin Mu had cultivated for nearly two hundred years, it had a different kind of charm.
"If I were a woman, I would fall in love with myself." Lin Mu looked in the mirror and sighed.
Looking at the cultivators coming and going in Bianqiang City in the distance, Lin Mu said with envy on his face: "I really envy you. You can see such an immortal face at any time, but I can only quietly take a look in the mirror."
Such words deserve to be struck by lightning!
If the cultivators in Bianqiang City knew about it, they would probably rush up and beat him!
Using a psychic magic weapon to look in the mirror, he is the only one who can do such a thing!
It is not easy for ordinary cultivators to even see a magic weapon, let alone a magic weapon of their own destiny.
He held a psychic magic weapon but used it to look in the mirror.
Many masters in the Concentration Stage are still working hard for a natal magic weapon, but he is content and takes out the psychic magic weapon to admire himself.
After entertaining himself in this way, Lin Mu felt extremely comfortable.
With his appearance changed like this, no one can recognize him anymore.
Although Qingli's Hidden Breath Mask is not worn on his face, it can still hide his spiritual aura when placed in his pocket.
In Bianqiang City, a remote place in the Qianfang Realm, it can be said that there is no one who can find out his details!
After being prepared, Lin Mu straightened his clothes and walked into the city.
Bianqiang City is a place where cultivators live together. It is extremely prosperous even within a radius of hundreds of miles.
On both sides of the road, various shops stand side by side.
In the shops, all kinds of treasures are sold, with novel styles and extraordinary effects.
"The best flying swords, tearful sale, come quickly!" In front of a shop selling flying swords, a waiter in a Tsing Yi shop shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Top elixir furnace, five thousand spirit stones, no waiting after expiration date!" In a shop selling elixir furnaces across the street, a waiter in white clothes stood up to him, his voice loud and full of energy.
"Peerless magic weapon, Qingyun Cauldron, 600,000 spiritual stones at a discounted price." A feeble cry suddenly came from a corner.
Lin Mu suddenly stopped.
magic weapon? Six hundred thousand spiritual stones?
Who believes it!
Lin Mu has seen all kinds of magic weapons, and now he has become a person who can look into the mirror with psychic magic weapons. How could he not understand the price of magic weapons?
Under normal circumstances, the lowest quality magic weapon costs more than a million spiritual stones!
Magical weapons worth less than a million spiritual stones are extremely rare.
Turning his head to look at a corner next to the street, Lin Mu only saw a slovenly cultivator, all dilapidated, sitting lazily on the ground, leaning against a piece of bluestone, shouting feebly: "Spitting blood, big price reduction, peerless magic weapon, Qingyun Cauldron, Only 600,000 low-grade spiritual stones.”
The cultivators were coming and going on the street, but no one paid any attention to him.
Lin Mu glanced at this sloppy cultivator and couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.
This sloppy cultivator is already in the middle stage of Golden Elixir!
This kind of cultivation is considered to be the best in Bianqiang City!
Such a cultivator is selling magic weapons on the street. What is even more incredible is that no one cares about him or cares about him.
Why did he end up like this?
Lin Mu felt curious, and turned his gaze to rest on a small, simple green cauldron in front of the sloppy cultivator.
This is a small cyan cauldron. The cauldron is engraved with various patterns. It is extremely obscure, simple and profound. Lin Mu is very knowledgeable, but he cannot understand the origin of this small cyan cauldron.
However, he can be sure that this is indeed a magic weapon!
If this Qingyun Cauldron were in Qianfang City, its value would be at least three million spiritual stones. Cauldron-type magic weapons are rare. If you meet the right person, the price will be higher!
Why can't he sell it here no matter what?
Out of curiosity, Lin Mu couldn't help but walk towards the sloppy cultivator.
He wanted to see why all this was happening.
Although the small cyan cauldron is now covered with dust, he likes it quite a lot. The quality seems to be very good, and it only sells for 600,000 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones. If that is the case, he really wants to buy it!
Even if he doesn't use it, he can return to Qianfang City and sell it, making a net profit of more than two million!
Arriving in front of the sloppy cultivator, Lin Mu asked with a smile: "This Qingyun Cauldron is pretty good. It only costs 600,000 spiritual stones?"
When the sloppy cultivator heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a gleam of light flashed across his face. He looked at Lin Mu and said happily: "Are you willing to buy it?"
Before Lin Mu could reply, he saw Lin Mu's cultivation level at a glance and said dejectedly: "Foundation-building stage cultivators should stop coming to join in the fun. I'm already unlucky enough, and you still come to make fun of me. Isn't it interesting?"
Lin Mu was confused and said strangely: "I just want to buy your Qingyun Cauldron, why am I using you for fun? I don't have the skills."
Looking at the sloppy cultivator, Lin Mu thought angrily: "You have fallen to this level yourself, and you still have the nerve to look down on my low cultivation level!"
The sloppy cultivator was doubtful. He glanced at Lin Mu and asked tentatively: "Do you really want to buy it?"
"I originally wanted to buy it, but now, I want to ask about the situation and think about it carefully." Lin Mu looked at the Qingyun Cauldron and said with a smile: "Your Qingyun Cauldron looks quite simple, as if it is not an ordinary thing. Why sell it at such a low price?”
"This Qingyun Cauldron is a peerless magic weapon!" The sloppy cultivator said firmly: "It's just that my cultivation level is too low to own it. If I sell it, I have to bear the pain and part with it!"
"Then why are you still selling it at such a low price?" Lin Mu asked curiously.
"Because no one buys it!" came a voice, and Lin Mu was suddenly startled.
Because this sound was not made by a sloppy cultivator, but came from the Qingyun Cauldron!
Lin Mu's expression suddenly changed.
A magic weapon can actually talk!
"My grandpa, can't you let me go and don't cause damage? This time I succeeded before my eyes!" The sloppy cultivator threw himself on the Qingyun Cauldron, shouting at the heavens and the earth, crying bitterly, and was extremely sad.
"Don't even think about getting rid of me." A voice came from the Qingyun Cauldron again, low and rich.
Lin Mu's eyes flashed, his expression changed several times, and he looked at the sloppy cultivator: "What's going on?"
"To be honest, I was entangled in this Qingyun Cauldron." The sloppy cultivator cried bitterly: "I got this Qingyun Cauldron by chance, and after refining it with joy, I thought I could make great achievements in the future, but... Unexpectedly, this was the beginning of my bad luck.”
"Baozhu, don't talk nonsense. You said you were voluntary!" Qingyunding interrupted the sloppy cultivator and retorted.
Lin Mu looked surprised.
"My name is Baozhu." The sloppy cultivator said, "At the beginning, I did volunteer, but I regret it now."
"There is no regret medicine in the world!" Qingyunding interrupted Baozhu again.
"Tell me slowly." Lin Mu said with curiosity on his face: "Tell me the origin of this Qingyun Cauldron in detail. Just tell the truth. I am not an ordinary cultivator. There is someone behind me who can afford this thing like yours." Qingyunding!"
"You say this now, and after I finish speaking, you won't buy it!" Baozhu cried bitterly.
"Then weren't you lying to me before?" Lin Mu couldn't help but said angrily.
Baozhu stopped his tears and felt ashamed: "I originally planned to lie to you, but unfortunately Xiaoqing ruined it again!"
"Xiao Qing?" Lin Mu was confused for a while.
"It's the Qingyun Cauldron's weapon spirit." Baozhu explained.
Lin Mu was shocked and said: "This magic weapon can speak, and its grade is at least a psychic magic weapon!"
The weapon spirit previously born in the Five Elements Ring is also expected to become a psychic magic weapon. If it hadn't rebelled, it would probably be able to speak now.
"You are so smart, you can actually see that I am a psychic magic weapon!" Xiao Qing praised the Qingyun Cauldron weapon spirit.
Lin Mu looked at the violent bamboo and wondered: "You already have a psychic magic weapon, why are you still living in the blessings and not knowing the blessings, and you actually sold it? Just sell it, why only sell it for 600,000 low-grade spiritual stones?" "
Lin Mu sighed inexplicably. The world is so big and full of wonders.
There are such people!
When he looked in the mirror with the psychic magic weapon before, he was already miserable.
This violent bamboo is even more hateful, he actually sold his psychic magic weapon!
The price is as low as 600,000!
"His head was caught in the door!" Weapon Spirit Xiaoqing snorted angrily.
"I'll tell you the truth." Baozhu was extremely distressed: "This Qingyun Cauldron is indeed a peerless psychic magic weapon, but it is an incomplete psychic magic weapon. When Xiaoqing, the magical weapon spirit, was just born, He was severely injured and almost physically destroyed! Now, this Qingyun Cauldron cannot exert any power at all!"
"It turns out to be a damaged psychic magic weapon." Lin Mu suddenly realized: "This magic weapon still has no power!"
"Then you won't sell it!" Lin Mu said: "You should find a way to repair its injuries. After it recovers as before, it will be a powerful psychic magic weapon. With your current cultivation level, you can kill the Nascent Soul in reverse order. Period, it’s all a piece of cake!”
"Of course I know this." Baozhu said distressedly: "The problem is that I am too weak to help it recover from its injuries, but it depends on me. I want to sell it, but it is a pity that it comes out to stop it every time!"
"What is this Qingyun Cauldron used for?" Lin Muqi asked, "Why can't you help it recover from its injuries?"
"I am an elixir-refining immortal weapon. My previous master used me to refine a seventh-grade elixir!" Xiaoqing, the weapon spirit, interjected again.
Lin Mu's breathing suddenly stopped!
Seventh grade elixir!
The Thousand Medicine Pill King is only a sixth-grade alchemist. He is already a powerful figure in the Qianfang Realm, and no one dares to offend him.
This Qingyun Cauldron can actually refine seventh-grade elixirs!