purgatory artist

Chapter 37 Expose!

Liu Ping took the badge and looked at the two women.

I saw that their expressions were slightly stagnant, but soon returned to their original state.

They woke up too!
The two women looked at each other, and each took out something from the storage bag and gave it to Liu Ping.

"Liu Ping, I see that you have reached the foundation building, this bottle of elixir was refined by the sect, it is suitable for your cultivation, take it." A woman said.

Another woman said: "There is also this bundle of talismans, all of which are demon breaking and bursting talismans, each of which can deal with Jindan cultivators, and if five of them are used in succession, Nascent Soul cultivators have to stay away for a while."

Nanxiu put down the grilled chicken, took out a piece of armor and said, "This is a battle armor for sword repairers. It is convenient for them to charge and attack. The defense is quite good. You can use it."

Jiayi flew over, scattered in the air into various components, and after a little rotation around Liu Ping, they all fit on him.

Liu Ping was holding a white jade bottle in his left hand, and a bundle of talismans emitting faint spiritual light in his right hand. He also had an extra battle armor on his body.

——Taiwei Palace has nothing to say to his disciples.

These are the introductory rites.

According to the rules of the practice world, a monk who accepts a disciple as a disciple can be regarded as a half-leader on the other party's path of practice. Giving a gift represents closeness and appreciation, and it is also a kind of bond.

Liu Ping thought about it, and said, "Thank you three—sorry, I still don't know how to call it."

The male cultivator laughed and said, "I'm Xie Dongliu. Don't be too busy calling for elders or uncles. After you return to the clan, let's see who accepts you as an apprentice. We'll take another generation turn."

"Yes, if the elders who accepted you as apprentices, your seniority may be higher than ours." The female nun said.

Liu Ping laughed, and was about to continue to say a few words of thanks, but saw the void in front of his eyes suddenly turn red.

Lines of burning small characters quickly appeared:
"Notice."

"The collapse of the plot world is deepening, and the entire world of death is beginning to undergo some profound changes."

"Something that has never been seen before has happened!"

"This sequence must be reminded as follows:"

"The step-by-step collapse of the plot caused some unknown situation."

"The processing mechanism for this incident is being activated."

"The tracker is coming, the judge is ready."

"I repeat, the Tracker is coming, the Judge is ready."

"Remaining time: 15 minutes."

"Start the countdown."

"15:00"

"14:59"

"14:58"

"..."

These small characters were displayed, and quickly retracted, leaving only the countdown number.

The next moment-

An earth-shattering voice resounded throughout the world:

"Who is destroying the operation of the practice world? I will catch you and make you suffer eternal torture!"

Liu Ping looked at Xie Dongliu and the two nuns.

I saw them as if they didn't hear, they were still chatting on their own.

……what's going on?
Why can only I hear that voice!

Liu Ping suppressed the turmoil in his heart, thinking quickly.

Tracker!
The last time the stalker appeared was the moment he woke up from the tomb.

This time, because of the collapse of the plot, there will be another follower coming.

——And there is one more judge!
Liu Ping suppressed his emotions, smiled and said to the three Nascent Soul monks: "Thank you three fellow disciples, I will treat you to dinner when I return to the mountain in the future."

"Do you understand spiritual food?" a female cultivator asked.

"Understand a little bit, so-so." Liu Ping said.

Xie Dongliu patted Liu Ping on the shoulder, and said with a big smile, "Haha, good, great, we can form a partnership in the future—there are too few people in our Taiwei Palace who are pursuing the way of spiritual food, and this time we finally have another one."

"Then we have to eat too." Another nun laughed.

The four talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious. If Liu Ping hadn't known that things had changed, he might have been able to blend in better.

suddenly.

A ray of fire flew over and landed in front of the two female cultivators, turning into a messenger talisman.

A woman took the summoning talisman and read it quickly.

"The front line asks for support, and we will leave immediately."

"Strange, hasn't the front line ceased fighting? What's going on here?"

"I don't know, the urging is very tight, we have to leave immediately."

The two girls were about to leave in a hurry.

Before leaving, a woman said to Xie Dongliu: "If you stay for two more days, take him back to the sect. It's not very safe to stay here after all."

"I'll only stay for one day. If I don't receive any other qualified newcomers, I'll take Liu Ping back." Xie Dongliu said.

The other woman patted Liu Ping's head, with a look of worry in her eyes: "There are some bad omens in my spiritual perception, you should go back to the sect as soon as possible."

Has Liu Ping ever been touched on the head?
He wanted to break free, but suddenly remembered that he is now a 19-year-old boy, and the other party is a senior of the sect, who has lived for hundreds of years.

Besides, the other party touched his head out of concern.

He had no choice but to stand still, listening to Xie Dongliu's voice: "Junior Sister, don't worry, we will leave tomorrow."

……

"Hahaha, this is my secret method. In order to eat this roast chicken, I bought hundreds of recipes from others, and developed it successfully on this basis."

"Excellent! The wine smells good too."

"It's not bad, but you're only nineteen, this wine is too strong, come, drink this rice brew."

In the tent, Xie Dongliu sat on the ground without any image, holding half a roast chicken, eating meat and drinking in a big bowl.

Holding a cup of wine, Liu Ping stood beside him silently.

Xie Dongliu burped, took out a bed from the storage bag and lay on it, yawned and said, "You don't have to worry about it here, you can practice if you have nothing to do, and you can also go around the camp."

"Okay." Liu Ping stood up and said.

He had gradually gotten used to seeing things with his eyes, so he left the camp at this moment, walked along the path at will, and found a small market in the camp.

In the practice world, monks belong to different sects and are good at different things. As long as they get together, everyone will think about exchanging things with others, or buying them directly with spirit stones.

Liu Ping walked briskly in Fangshi.

time is limited.

The knife was broken before.

In order to deal with monsters, now you must get something to arm yourself.

In fact, if the double-barreled shotgun is equipped with holy bullets, it can be regarded as a powerful weapon.

But after all, it is a foreign object, and it can only be used to save spiritual power. If you really want to display your own combat power, you have to rely on the weapons on the cultivation side.

After roughly walking around, Liu Ping stopped in front of a monk's booth.

"How do you sell this knife?" Liu Ping asked.

The monk glanced at him, shook his head and said: "With your strength, you can't afford to spend so many spirit stones to buy this one, so let's take a look at a few knives here, the few knives here are quite suitable for monks in the foundation building period to try out sword skills .”

The other party was right, this knife was more than enough for him.

Weapons that are more powerful than this knife cannot be driven by one's own spiritual power at all.

Liu Ping looked and looked, and couldn't help reaching out to hold the knife.

He is a disciple of Gua Sheng, proficient in the six arts, and can choose a weapon that suits him at a glance.

Although the knife in his hand was not a treasure, the spirit pattern etched on the blade was quite ingenious, and it could completely withstand the battles of the monks in the foundation establishment period.

In addition, what is more important is that there is a dark blue to black thin line on the back of the knife, which looks like the color formed during quenching and tempering, but——

Liu Ping touched it lightly with his hand, and he knew it well.

This thread is a very special kind of mineral material called the Demon Devouring Stone.

No one knows this mineral.

After all, the level of the vast majority of craftsmen cannot reach the pinnacle level, and even if a very small number of people reach this level, they will generally stop.

Therefore, the whole world does not know what is the use of this thing.

——Only Liu Ping knew.

He is the No. 1 of the six arts in the world, unique in the art of refining, and no one can match him.

Even the name "Magic Swallowing Stone" was given by him.

Knives don't matter.

The important thing is to take the knife, melt it, and separate the magic stone.

It is the key to forging a knife.

And the knife—

It is another weapon invented by Liu Ping himself, which can fit his own combat characteristics and help him exert his maximum combat effectiveness.

"How many spirit stones do you have for this saber?" Liu Ping asked.

Seeing that he didn't listen to persuasion at all, the man shook his head and said, "If you want to use this knife, why not give it to you."

“So generous?”

Liu Ping said unexpectedly.

He held the long knife and swung it casually, and layers of aura suddenly appeared on the knife.

The man was startled, and said with a smile: "Okay, it seems that you are indeed extraordinary in skill, I underestimated you."

"Give me this knife?" Liu Ping asked.

"Chenghui three hundred spirit stones." The man stretched out three fingers.

"……can it be cheaper?"

"Alright, 290."

"Thank you very much then."

Liu Ping paid the spirit stone, then turned and left holding the knife.

Such a knife, in the past, there were tens of thousands of spirit stones that could not be taken down, but now it only costs three hundred.

Why have prices become so cheap?

Liu Ping glanced at the void.

10 minutes left.

He walked to another stall, squatted down, picked up a storage bag and weighed it.

"How do you sell this storage bag?"

"It's easy to say, one of ten spirit stones."

"What about the largest capacity?"

"That's more expensive, 20 yuan for a spirit stone."

Liu Ping bought all the storage bags, and then asked, "Why are they so cheap?"

The monk got a sum of spirit stones, and was very happy in his heart, so he answered the conversation naturally: "After all, the spirit stone mines are constantly drying up everywhere, and I'm going to the front line soon, it's best to change some spirit stones in hand."

"Really? Thanks a lot."

Liu Ping turned his head and looked at a weapons shop.

There should be a furnace there.

——The issue of weapons is still unresolved.

He pondered, and walked towards the weapon shop.

……

Liu Ping left Fangshi silently.

He returned to the tent in Taiwei Palace, sat down cross-legged, and began to adjust his breath to rest.

This time in the square market, I bought weapons, storage bags, and two array disks, melted out the magic-swallowing stone, and then bought a bunch of weapons for the foundation-building monks.

It's enough, you can't buy more.

Otherwise, where did I get so many spirit stones as a foundation cultivator?

In the void, small burning characters kept sending out reminders:
"03:04"

"03:03"

"03:02"

"03:01"

"Repeat again."

"The tracker is coming, the judge is ready."

"In addition, unprecedented things are happening in the practice world, and we are about to observe the specific situation."

(End of this chapter)