Qinglinfang City.

A fat young man with an ordinary face strode into it.

This person is none other than Fang Xing!

After breaking into the 'muscle and bone realm', Fang Xing discovered that he could even 'fine-tune' his body shape. He could be as fat or thin as he wanted. He must have waited until he reached the 'muscle and bone realm' to be able to change his height and bones at will.

Therefore, he directly changed his image and entered the Immortal Cultivator City again.

"Golden Spirit Fruit! The delicious Golden Spirit Fruit only requires one grain of spiritual sand!"

"Selling talismans, we have all kinds of talismans, 30% cheaper than in shops!"

"A magic weapon, there is a magic weapon!"

The market was as lively as ever.

Fang Xing even saw a group of people gathered in front of a stall, looking at the stall owner who was full of evil spirits and was not easy to mess with.

In other words, he was looking at the flying sword, a magic weapon in front of the other party, with an eager expression on his face.

"This is...a magic weapon?"

Fang Xing glanced at it and found that it was a dark iron sword, only as long as a palm, with some signs of damage on the surface.

"The second-hand low-grade magic weapon 'Black Feather Sword'... only costs twenty spirit stones!"

The stall owner crossed his arms, a look of impatience flashed on his face: "The poor devils should not come here!"

Probably because of his advanced cultivation, everyone nearby made room for him, and no one dared to stab him.

"Oh, what a pity, why isn't it a 'Blood Refining Artifact'?"

An innate warrior looked at the black flying sword and sighed.

Compared with talismans, the requirements for the use of magical instruments are higher!

Even innate warriors cannot use low-grade magic weapons.

Unless...it is a 'blood refining weapon' that has been refined with special techniques, it can be activated by the warrior's own true energy or even blood essence.

"Although the blood refining magic weapon is not very powerful, it is only comparable to ordinary low-grade magic weapons, but it is troublesome to make and uses rare materials... It will cost at least a hundred low-grade spiritual stones and upwards, so don't dream about it."

A cultivator next to him suddenly sneered.

Fang Xing watched the excitement for a while, then left on his own.

He couldn't afford it anyway...

Qingdanfang.

The maid was not there last time, but this time she was replaced by a woman in her twenties.

He was wearing a pink Taoist robe, well-tailored, with a bright temperament. When he saw Fang Xing, he smiled before saying anything: "This guest, how can I help you?"

"Selling herbs!"

Fang Xing spoke concisely and took out a white fruit.

This fruit is about the size of a baby's fist, has a layer of snake-like lines on the surface, and has a faint fishy smell.

"This is... snake orchid fruit? This elixir is somewhat rare. I can give you a purchase price of two spiritual stones."

The Taoist-robed woman's eyes lit up: "I wonder how many stars this guest has?"

"There are only two, and they were obtained in a narrow escape..."

Fang Xing took out another snake orchid fruit, feeling a little sad.

In fact, he has a box of such fruits!

The picking area is a bit dangerous. Even where the giant python lives in the river, several simulated birds have been swallowed!

Judging from various performances, the giant python is stronger than the wild boar monster and is obviously more dangerous. The herbs near the lair may be more rare and expensive.

I tried it this time, and it turned out to be true!

After taking four pieces of low-grade spirit stones, Fang Xing first bought a bottle of 'Qi and Blood Pill'. After walking out of Qingdan Square, he saw the sign of Xiaofutang and walked in unconsciously: "Give me a Spirit Testing Talisman!"

"Perhaps... there is something wrong with the talismans in this little talisman hall."

“There is no proof without proof, and if you don’t try it a few times, it will never be safe!”

After walking out of the small Talisman Hall, Fang Xing walked around again, preparing to purchase another 'Spirit Detection Talisman' from the stall!

If the results were the same three times, he would have no choice but to accept his fate.

"This guest, would you like some spiritual rice?"

Just when Fang Xing was looking for a stall selling talismans, a timid voice from the side suddenly interrupted.

He turned around and saw a spiritual rice stall.

A girl in red clothes was looking over anxiously and expectantly.

"Is this low-grade spiritual rice?"

Fang Xing stepped forward, picked up a handful of spiritual rice, and asked lightly.

This spiritual rice is much larger than ordinary white rice, and it has the aroma of lotus leaves. Just smelling it makes people's mouths flutter.

"Yes, just one pound of spiritual sand!"

The girl quickly showed a flattering smile: "Those immortal cultivators eat this every day! It is said that if mortals eat too much, it is easier to give birth to offspring with spiritual roots."

"Oh? Then if I eat too much, can I grow spiritual roots on my own?" Fang Xing became interested.

"This is impossible! In the world of immortality, there are no examples of spiritual roots being born the day after tomorrow!" The girl shook her head repeatedly and said it as if it was common sense.

Fang Xing suddenly felt a little sad: "Then I won't buy it. I'm not a monk, so it's useless!"

"Who says it's useless? Those powerful warriors usually buy spiritual rice to eat...it can increase their qi and blood, and the spiritual rice is pure and natural, without any erysipelas!" the girl said quickly.

"erysipelas?"

Fang Xing paused in his steps.

"Yes, if you take elixirs regularly, you will get erysipelas. If accumulated, it will damage your body and even reduce your potential. This will make the monks trapped in a bottleneck and unable to make any progress... Therefore, those cultivators take spiritual rice every day to practice. Only

Only at the critical moment of passing the barrier will I take the elixir."

The girl added: "This is what my grandfather said."

Fang Xing became interested and felt that this girl was a little inexperienced, so he immediately chatted a few more words.

Only then did I realize that although the elixir contained erysipelas, it was actually not a big deal to the immortal cultivators.

After all, many casual cultivators have long been trapped in the major realms.

And as the practice progresses, and even reaches greater realms, there will be a process of reshaping the muscles and cleansing the marrow, and expelling some toxins from the body.

What's more, the human body has a self-purification function. As long as the accumulation of erysipelas does not exceed a certain limit, it will be no big deal.

"Thank you, little girl. I'll just buy...ten pounds of spiritual rice. By the way, what's your name?"

In the end, Fang Xing felt a little embarrassed that he was having sex for nothing, so he took the initiative to take out the spirit stone.

"My name is Ding Hongxiu, and my lotus-flavored rice is the best among the lower-grade rice!" Ding Hongxiu puffed up her chest proudly.

"Haha, I remember."

Fang Xing carried a cloth bag filled with rice, waved his hands backward, and blended into the crowd.

After a while.

"Um?"

After shopping around, Fang Xing finally bought a 'Spirit Testing Talisman' at a cheap price. When he saw a medicinal materials stall, his eyes suddenly froze.

The person setting up a stall there was surprisingly the old man with a cigarette bag who was following him before!

However, the other party obviously did not recognize himself in disguise.

'It just so happens that my strength has broken through, I will retaliate if I have any grievances, and I will take revenge if I have any hatred!'

Fang Xing thought for a while, turned a corner, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face.

As his skin and flesh squirmed, his face turned into a look of simple and honest features. It was exactly the vest he used last time!

'You don't need to go in front of that old man, you just need to let him see him accidentally...'

Fang Xing quickly made a plan: 'The warriors in this world have the best innate abilities. This old man is not a cultivator. At most, he is innate... He may have some secret tricks, so he needs to be prepared.'

…

A few hours later.

Fang Xing left Qinglinfang City in a big way and plunged into the wild wilderness.

Behind him, the old man with a cigarette pot narrowed his eyes slightly and followed closely.

'Huh? Did you really follow me?'

Fang Xing kept a steady speed and ran for more than ten miles.
To be continued...