I'm immortal anyway, you can do whatever you want

But the ideal is beautiful, but the reality directly punched him hard!

The lack of skills is a big problem, not to mention the problem of thin spiritual energy.

"I have to go out and find the exercises! But before that, I have to improve my combat power..."

Soon, Yang Sheng had a plan.

A monk's ability to fight, apart from his own cultivation, only has spiritual weapons, elixir, and Taoism.

Forget about the first two, and he has no chance with a poor man like him.

"As far as Taoism is concerned, I only know the three most basic ones, which are the elementary fireball technique, water shield technique, and wind blade technique..."

Thinking of this, Yang Sheng looked at the sky speechlessly.

At the beginning, he came into contact with the realm of self-cultivation only when he accidentally discovered an abandoned cave for casual cultivators.

The other party is also obviously a monk halfway, and it is impossible to keep good things.

"Hmph! The so-called fine skills are better than superficial skills! So what about elementary Taoism? It's not weak after cultivation to the peak!"

Reassuring himself in this way, Yang Sheng began to study the elementary fireball technique.

That's it, five years later.

Boom!

Amidst a violent roar, the mountain rock exploded and gravel splashed.

Amidst the dust and smoke, a figure slowly walked out.

"The power is not bad!"

Looking at the signs he had caused, Yang Sheng nodded secretly.

In the past five years, he did nothing but practice Taoism.

"Give it to me!"

Except for the difference in power, Yang Sheng only needs to move his mind, and a fireball will appear in his hands out of thin air.

Almost instantly!

"it is good!"

Yang Sheng looked satisfied, and the fireball dissipated.

After several years of continuous optimization and research, the three elementary Taoism techniques have reached a state of perfection in his hands!

However, it took him five years to study the three elementary Taoism, which is unprecedented for him, and there will be no one in his future.

call out!

Adjusting his breath a bit, Yang Sheng stepped on the flying sword, chose a direction, and walked away through the air.

The Evergreen Mountains are one of the gathering places for casual cultivators in the Zhao Kingdom. Of course, there is no shortage of trading houses here.

Half an hour later, a relatively flat area appeared before his eyes.

There are many palaces, towers and pavilions here, row upon row, and many figures shuttle back and forth among them. From time to time, an obscure ray of light shoots over, causing many jealous eyes, and passers-by give way one after another.

Yang Sheng's arrival seemed ordinary.

The third level of Qi training is really inconspicuous here.

"Changqingfang City, I have practiced Taoism for 35 years, and this is the second time I have come here!"

After landing, Yang Sheng looked at the market in front of him and let out a sigh of emotion.

He came here once before to see the world, the reason is very simple, poor!

"Bumper!"

There was disdain in my ear.

Yang Sheng searched for the sound, and the speaker was a big black-faced man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a rough face.

Seeing his gaze, the latter grinned, put his arms around his chest, and jokingly said, "What? You seem to be dissatisfied?"

Four levels of Qi training?

Slightly feeling the breath of the other party, Yang Sheng looked away without saying a word.

"Cut! One soft egg!"

The black-faced man curled his lips, as if bored, he turned and blended into the crowd.

Grandpa remembers you!

Yang Sheng gave him a deep look.

I made up my mind that after 100 years, I will go to this person's grave to beat gongs and drums for three days and three nights.

"Come, come! The freshly baked top-quality flying sword only needs ten spirit stones!"

"Whoever has the golden gun can't fall down the pill, I will buy it in large quantities! Don't hide it, old prostitutes!"

"I have high-grade green spirit grass here, and I can exchange it for cultivation-enhancing pills. I only support bartering!"

"I said brother, just a low-grade energy-gathering pill, you sell fifty spirit stones?"

"Do you want it?"

"If you make it cheaper, I will definitely want it!"

Walking into the market, Yang Sheng's ears became noisy, with all kinds of yelling and bargaining, it was very lively.

Except for the difference in trading things, it is not much different from the mortal market.

"It's here!"

After some inquiries, Yang Sheng finally came to a two-story pavilion.

The Lingbook Building is the best kung fu sales place in Changqingfang City.

"This guest officer, what do you need?" The shopkeeper showed a professional smile.

"I'll just take a look!"

There are so many exercises displayed in the store, which are dazzling, and Yang Sheng's attention is quickly attracted.

What Qingyuan Sword Art, Qinglian Sword Art, Xilai Sword Art and so on.

They are all powerful exercises that make him greedy, but unfortunately the price is too expensive.

Touching the shriveled storage bag, he looked helpless.

"Shopkeeper, I want this longevity formula!"

Taking out the only 15 Yuan Lingshi, Yang Sheng waved his hand grandly.

The Longevity Jue is one of the most widely spread exercises in the cultivation world.

Apart from allowing practitioners to meditate, this method has no special effects, so it is very cheap.

Soon, Yang Sheng walked out of the shop under the gaze of the shopkeeper watching the fool.

"Fortunately, there are ten spirit stones left by Zhang Song, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to afford the most basic exercises!"

When he came outside, Yang Sheng sighed helplessly.

Moreover, there are only nine levels of this longevity formula, which corresponds to the ninth level of the Qi training period, and the exercises used for foundation establishment will have to be figured out again.

He rubbed his chin and murmured, "I can't go on like this, I have to find a way to earn spirit stones!"

With a plan in mind, Yang Sheng began to wander around Fangshi to inquire.

Half an hour later, he walked out of the market with a disappointed face.

"In the world of comprehension, the most wealthy sub-profession is alchemy master, next to it is alchemy master, followed by formation master, and lastly, talisman painter!"

"Even if it's a talisman painter, someone needs to lead it in! At the very end, there must be a set of elementary inheritance!"

These things are all linked to spirit stones.

"Forget it! Let's talk about it later!"

Cultivating immortals is not easy, Yang Sheng sighed.

"Ok?"

About a mile away from Changqingfang City, Yang Sheng felt his heart move and his eyes moved.

He thought for a while and changed his position.

After walking a few steps, Yang Sheng stopped, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"No way? I'm so poor, and I'm still being targeted?"

He turned his head and saw two figures, one tall and one short, sneaking behind him.

Sensing his gaze, the two simply stopped pretending and jumped out.

"Boy, quickly hand over the storage bag! Don't hurt your friendship!"

The short man among them took a few steps forward and said with a smile.

"Do I look rich?" Yang Sheng wondered.

"How come? Looking at the broken sword on your waist, you can tell that you are a poor man!" The tall bamboo pole monk said expressionlessly.

"..."

Yang Sheng was speechless for a moment.

"No matter how small a mosquito's leg is, it's still meat. Hurry up and hand over the storage bag. You don't want us to do it yourself, do you?"

As the short man spoke, he winked at the tall man beside him.

The latter understood it, and the two immediately surrounded Yang Sheng in a fan shape.

"Ugh……"

Seeing this, Yang Sheng let out a long sigh.

He felt that he was low-key enough, but the cultivation world was like this, if you don't provoke others, others will still provoke you.

"Hmph! The two of you really thought you were going to get me!"

Yang Sheng snorted coldly, and with a wave of his arms, a cyan wind blade came out of his hand, approaching the short monk.

These two people are comparable to his cultivation level, three levels of Qi refining, how can it be possible to let him catch him without a fight?

"A mere wind blade technique!"

The latter showed disdain.

"Let you see what defense is!"

He stretched out his hand to make a tactic, and a water-blue ripple ran across his body.

In the blink of an eye, the blue wind blade pierced through the air.

puff!

Like a knife cutting paper, the aqua-blue shield was torn instantly, and under the horrified eyes of the short monk, the wind blade cut his neck open.

The next moment, blood splattered!

"what!"

The short monk looked in pain, clutching his neck tightly, where blood gushed out, which was shocking.

thump!

Soon, he collapsed on the ground with no strength, his eyes were slack, and he was completely out of breath!

I'm stupid!so strong?

Yang Sheng carried his hands on his back, his face was expressionless, and he looked inscrutable, but there were hundreds of thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart.

The past five years have not been in vain!

"Little San!"

The other bamboo pole monk's eyes were about to burst.

"You dog thief! How dare you kill my brother, even if you die today, I will drag you to hell together!"