Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 392 Let’s Change Our Brains First (13)

After entering Anping Sect, the sturdy man handed the items looted from the Xuantian Sect monks to Lin Yuan, and then waited nervously on the side.

Taking the item handed over by the other party, Lin Yuan began to examine it carefully.

After achieving the foundation, his thoughts could be differentiated. The previously invisible divine thoughts could be transformed into entities and come into contact with real objects.

Because the divine consciousness is invisible and can penetrate objects at will, the divine consciousness in the foundation-building period can accomplish many things that were not possible before, including exploring the internal structure through the outer shell of an object.

What the sturdy man brought was a magic weapon of a Qi Refining cultivator from Xuantian Sect.

Although it was just a basic magical weapon, it still surprised Lin Yuan a little.

The standard magic weapons of Xuantian Sect include the Ghost Face Bell, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the Qi and Blood Bag.

The power of these weapons was not what surprised Lin Yuan. What surprised him was that these magic weapons were exactly the same as those handed in by others, with almost no difference.

This shows that Xuantian Sect has found a way to mass-produce magical instruments, and can even do so.

There is already a shadow of the industrialization of cultivation here. We don’t know how far the other party has gone at the moment, but it is already very surprising.

"Elder Lin, how much is this thing worth?" The sturdy man on the side saw that Lin Yuan had not spoken for a long time and asked cautiously.

"Sorry, I was distracted. The item is worth ten spirit stones, but because of its special meaning, I'll give it to you for two hundred. What do you think?"

"That's enough! Thank you very much, Elder Lin. Elder Lin, please come to our Canming Sect for a drink when you are free. Our leader and the brothers below miss you very much."

"Besides, I'm too busy now." Lin Yuan sighed.

"I see. I won't bother you anymore. By the way, this is the roast chicken I bought on the way. I'll leave one for you. You can ignore the other things, but you can't leave out the food."

Looking at the shiny roast chicken, Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Okay, thank you very much. Here are the spirit stones, take them."

After taking the ten spirit stones handed over by Lin Yuan, the sturdy man walked out of Anping Sect happily. When he went out, he saw a cultivator with a rat-tail whip standing at the door, standing on tiptoe and looking at the people in Anping Sect.

The other party is from the Rat Tail Gang. Disciples in the gang like to keep a rat tail on their bodies, and they also do low-level things like intimidation and blackmail.

Moreover, the other party is an enemy of Canmingmen, and Canmingmen has received a lot of care from the other party before. A group of disabled people can't cause anything.

Although the situation is urgent and the war has been temporarily stopped, they did not look happy when they met.

Walking forward, he puffed out his chest and bumped into him.

In front of his strong new body, the opponent was as fragile as a chick. He was knocked like a ball at the first sight and rolled on the ground for several times before stopping.

He covered his head and stood up. When he saw who had bumped into him, Rat Tail immediately started to curse: "You dog, you don't have eyes!"

"I bumped into you when I was older."

"you……"

Flexing his muscles, Goupa asked coldly, "What's wrong with me?"

"……fine."

"Humph."

With a cold snort, Goupa turned around and left with the roast chicken, leaving only his sturdy back to Shuwei.

Looking at the huge body with envy, Rat Tail returned to his sect with his head down, and then he saw the people inside cooking a pot of soup.

There was only a little bit of meat in the soup, and most of it was weeds. A few people with sneaky eyes sat by the soup pot drinking the soup, complaining from time to time about when this day would end.

Ever since "This Is My Home" became a huge hit, it has become difficult for these sects that do despicable things to survive.

In the past, some monks were used to fighting alone, and the Rat Tail Gang could still rely on their numbers to knock down some things on the other side. But now, the barriers between monks have been broken down little by little, and the invasion of Xuantian Sect has further accelerated the cooperation between monks, leaving these rats with almost no way out.

After all, they gathered in groups of three or five and had cooperation and affection with each other. They were unable to deal with them and would be beaten up.

Sitting next to the pot, Shuwei picked up a broken bowl with a chip on it and scooped up the soup. After drinking it, he felt that the soup was really bland.

Thinking back to the roast chicken in Goupa's hand, he found the weeds in the soup even harder to swallow, and couldn't help but say, "Why can people from the Canming Sect eat chicken?"

"I heard that it was given by Elder Lin." A monk said, "I heard that Elder Lin was blessed by the God of Agriculture. There is a large piece of land in his brain that can be used for farming. The poultry grow very fast after eating it. The people in the dining hall rely on his supply to keep food, and the price is not expensive."

"Moreover, Elder Lin also offered a reward for the magic tools of Xuantian Sect disciples, a set of ten spirit stones. It is said that he made a lot of money from the "Sect Fighter" some time ago, and he can't spend it all."

"I heard that his medical skills are amazing and he can cure any disease. He even made several deaf elderly people hear sounds."

"And he is the city lord's benefactor. After Xuantian Sect withdraws, he will definitely be the city lord's guest of honor."

"They probably don't think highly of the city lord. After all, he is the chief of the Wanfa Sect. You all know the Wanfa Sect, right? Anyone who comes out of it is a dragon among men, let alone the chief."

A group of people discussed Lin Yuan's background, and then found that this person was really an extraordinary person.

Now, most of the supplies in Mo City are circulated in Anping Sect. The small sect that was once ignored has now become the center of Mo City. It makes people sigh that personal strength can be so powerful that it can even influence the operation of a city.

Listening to the discussion of others, Rat Tail couldn't help but say, "Should we go for something big?"

"What are you doing!" The companion beside him shouted in surprise, "Don't do anything stupid! That's the foundation building! If you want to die, cut off your braid first, and don't say you are from the Rat Tail Gang!"

"No, what I mean is, should we do the same as the people from Canming Sect and find an opportunity to kill a few Xuantian Sect cultivators?"

"...You have a little will to survive, but not much. The cultivators of Xuantian Sect are not easy to deal with. Many of them have turned into blood slaves and cannot be killed easily."

Rat Tail drank the bland soup and said, "How could the people from the Canming Sect do that?"

"I have a new body, why can't I?"

"Why can't we have new bodies?"

"How could we...Yes, how could we not!"

When talking about this point, other people came up one after another, touched the smooth scalp at the front of the rat tail, and exclaimed, "You kid is really a genius."

After being pushed out as a representative, Rat Tail walked into Anping Sect and found that Lin Yuan was still busy. He couldn't help but pull Qingfeng who was sweeping the floor and asked flatteringly: "Brother Qingfeng, I want to ask, how much does it cost to change your body?"

Qingfeng looked the rat tail up and down in confusion, then said, "No money required, but Elder Lin may not be willing to exchange it."

"What?"

"You're not dying of illness, why should I change it for you?"

"In other words, as long as you are sick to death, that's fine?"

"Your reverse understanding is quite impressive. That's roughly what you mean. By the way, there must be something wrong with your brain, but you may already have something wrong."

After thanking Qingfeng, Shuwei left here thoughtfully. In the afternoon, he was carried in by the people from the Shuwei Gang, spitting blood.

Looking at the festering rat tail, Qingfeng was horrified: "What happened?"

"He drank some blood near Xuantian Sect and became like this." A cultivator from the Rat Tail Gang said hurriedly.

Rat Tail, who was still spitting blood, raised his hand with difficulty, grabbed Qingfeng's sleeve, and said with difficulty: "Brother Qingfeng... can we change now?"

"You really should go change your brain first!"

(End of this chapter)