The villain's cultivation of immortals

Wen Lingtian now really hates that he is not Ning Feng's opponent. He searched in his mind, whether there is a way to deal with Ning Feng, and there are several other methods. For example, Ning Feng's cultivation can control him The savage beasts that are several levels higher must have been engraved with beast-controlling runes on his palm, but ordinary people cannot see such things as runes. That is to say, if he wants to expose Ning Feng as a member of the Demon Cult, He himself would be suspected at the same time, and he couldn't explain it.Who would believe in rebirth?

Moreover, he found that in the chaos just now, ordinary people had gone to avoid disaster, and there were still many monks left to watch.The reason why they didn't intervene at first was because Mo Yunxie, a senior, was there, and it wasn't their turn. Later, seeing that the conflict between the two children had turned into a conflict, they didn't bother to intervene, but it was obvious that they supported Ning Feng more.The main reason was that they saw Ning Feng and Mo Yunxie together, and of course there was another reason, that was Ning Feng's few words, and Wen Lingtian couldn't explain clearly, so everyone naturally thought he was strange.

Wen Lingtian gritted his teeth secretly, thinking that everyone's eyes were blurred by shit, and even showed appreciation for the villain, but they despised him, a genius who will become one of the five elders of Zixiaomen in the future.What a downfall!

Wen Lingtian laughed at himself at the end, after all, he was still not as strong as others.Since he can't join the Zixiaomen now, he decided to practice on his own. Anyway, in his previous life, he was in the late stage of transformation, and he was familiar with the "Heavenly Stem Sword Art". The only regret is that in order to train him, the school will provide Now he can only find a way to solve his precious medicine pill and the desired sword.

When he left home, he carefully brought some money, which was saved by his mother for him, which was considered a lot to them, but they couldn't even afford the cheapest low-grade yellow sword.How could he become a sword cultivator without even a sword?

In the previous life, he would have complained about himself and then given up, but this life is different, since he has been reborn, how can he be cowardly and depressed again? , but there may be another encounter waiting for him in the near future.

Thinking of this, Wen Lingtian's mood improved slightly, he glanced at Ning Feng again, then turned around and strode away.

Ning Feng was still complacent, but when he was swept away by his cold eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and then he looked at his receding back, his expression became a little complicated.

He really didn't know if it was right for him to do this. In fact, Wen Lingtian and him were not real enemies. Originally, Mo Bai in the book had never committed murder, arson, rape/robbing, he just obeyed orders. The tool for doing things is just unfortunate, he and Wen Lingtian are just on the opposite side.

Ning Feng's mind suddenly moved, so why not reverse the situation of this opposite?He hated himself a little for not remembering it earlier, otherwise what he said before would not have been so hurtful. Now that he has attracted Wen Lingtian's hatred, it will be difficult to win his favor.Hey, it's really self-inflicted!

He put the savage beast into the beast storage ring, only then did he realize that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, grinned in embarrassment, and he quickly got into the crowd.He didn't look back until he ran far away, and he was relieved when he saw that no one was following.

It was a fluke just now, if Mo Yunxie was there, of course he wouldn't be afraid, but Mo Yunxie is gone, he is a widow, so let alone being arrogant, and calling out a monster ostentatiously, isn't that just playing to death?Fortunately, in the cultivation family, there are many noble children who use runes to control spirit beasts, so he can get away with it.

low profile!Ning Feng stroked his chest that had finally calmed down, and saw that Ling Tian was turning around to look around, and hurriedly hid in the corner of a shop.

After confirming that he was not being followed by that annoying guy, Wen Lingcai walked into the Bazhen Linglong Pavilion in front of him.In addition to being afraid that Ning Feng would ruin his affairs again, he also had another worry. He thought that Ning Feng had sneaked out to play. If that happened, people from the Demon Cult would definitely come to him.Can't I just escape from them and then be caught back again?

The name of Babao Linglong Pavilion is very nice, but there are no rare treasures. The collections are all extra things that cultivators want to use to transform them into spirit stones or barter. It's definitely a good place for you, because the things inside are relatively cheap, and there are many annotations like exercises, which are much better than trying to figure it out by yourself.

But with the 30 yuan low-grade spirit stone in Wen Lingtian's hands, he can only try his luck.It was also his first time to come here, and he saw that the inside was very spacious, with five counters. It was just because Xiafeng City was holding the Jingbao Conference in the past few days, which attracted all the monks. The inside was deserted, not even a single customer. .

"You want..." The listless steward saw someone coming in and hurriedly stood up to greet him, but the corners of his mouth froze half way up, and he looked at him from head to toe like a grocery shopping lady picking cabbage, showing a look of contempt.

"I didn't go to the wrong place." Wen Lingtian was used to this kind of situation, and said bluntly: "I have 30 yuan of low-grade spirit stones here, can you show me if I can buy a sword?"

Seeing that Ling Tian is so keen, the manager is a little embarrassed, because since he has been working here, there have also been cases where customers don't want to show up and just find someone to buy for them, but when he hears that Ling Tian only has such a small amount of money, he will I know I was wrong.

Without even checking, the manager replied impatiently: "No." Then he waved at him, "You go home quickly, don't make trouble here."

"Dogs look down on people." Wen Lingtian gritted his teeth secretly, and was about to leave angrily, but the steward's eyes lit up, as if he saw gleaming gold, and he said with a smile: "What does this young master want?"

"It's really a dog's skin plaster, and I can't even shake it off." Wen Lingtian's heart sank.Ever since he met Ning Feng, he had had bad luck one after another, so that when he heard the word "little son", he knew it was him.

"Boss, I want a sword." Ning Feng pretended not to see Wen Lingtian's stinky face, and only started chatting with the steward, "I want a high-quality one, preferably one that I can use at my age."

"Okay. Please wait a moment." The steward quickly flipped through the record book spread out on the table, and said: "There is a low-grade Xuan-level sword, two feet three inches long, which is very suitable for the identity of a young master. Five middle-grade spirit stones are required."

Knowing that Ning Feng wanted to make him angry on purpose, Wen Lingtian didn't want to get angry at all, but it can be seen that the manager was so attentive to Ning Feng, and he felt very uncomfortable when he called out his enthusiasm one by one.

They are all children of the same age, okay? Why is one a brat and the other is an incomparably noble son? Who can I ask for reason?

"Okay, that's it." Ning Feng said and threw a piece that was only the size of the top of a thumb on the table.

The manager saw that he was so forthright, and the smile on his face was even thicker. When he looked down again, he was so startled that he couldn't speak. He wiped his eyes and looked carefully, then looked at Ning Feng in disbelief, "Master, do you know?" This is not a spirit stone, but a profound stone?"

Spiritual stones in the cultivation world are divided into three grades: upper, lower, and middle grades. One hundred low-grade spiritual stones can be exchanged for one middle-grade spiritual stone, and one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones can be exchanged for one high-grade spiritual stone. The value of mysterious stones far exceeds that of high-grade Lingshi.It is extremely rare, and it is mostly used to construct formations and construct magic weapons.Ordinary people will treasure it even if they have it, and they will take it out casually like Ning Feng, so the person in charge will ask that way.

"I know, wouldn't it be good if you replaced it with Lingshi?" Ning Feng said lightly, but he was once again shocked by Mo Yunxie's extravagance.In fact, he didn't realize that it was a black stone before, because he had no money, saw that the inlay in the center of the belt was round, smooth, exquisite and clear, and thought it would be worth some money, so he picked it out.

The steward was overjoyed, this was the biggest deal received by the cabinet this year, he hurriedly called other stewards, and several people negotiated to give Ning Feng 42 high-grade spirit stones according to the size and color of the black stone, deducting five for the sword Among the middle-grade spirit stones, there are 41 top-grade spirit stones and 95 middle-grade spirit stones left.

Wen Lingtian couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and was about to leave, but Ning Feng said nonchalantly, "Don't you want the sword anymore?"

He turned around in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I bought that sword for you just now." Ning Feng said very seriously, without a hint of cunning on his face, but even this was not enough to make Wen Lingtian believe him, "You will kind?"

"Of course not." Ning Fengqian simply admitted.

Wen Lingtian sneered, "Then what are your intentions?"

Ning Feng smiled slightly, "I just wanted to buy some food, but the boss refused to ask for black stones. I just saw that you wanted to buy a sword, so I came in to change it."

Hearing this, all the people present were shocked.Ning Feng smiled again, anyway, it was all Mo Yunxie's money, no matter how much it was, as long as he could take off his villain hat, it would be worth it, even if he suddenly became a local tyrant, it seemed like he couldn't keep a low profile.