Contracting divine beasts, refining divine pills, and the gods worshipping the Ninth Young Master

In the inn

Luo Jiusheng set up a simple protective formation and then entered the Jiulian Space.

He took out the black whip and examined it carefully. The handle was burnt black, and the whip body was made of feathers of unknown material. The whole whip was dull and lifeless.

"Drop of blood to recognize the master." Jiuyou's voice sounded in Luo Jiusheng's mind.

Hearing this, Luo Jiusheng forced a drop of blood onto the whip, which was immediately absorbed. Suddenly, a red light enveloped the whip, and then the blackened color faded away, leaving the whip in a deep blood red color, emitting a faint red light. Luo Jiusheng felt that he had established a connection with the whip.

This whip seems a little unusual.

Luo Jiusheng closed his eyes and carefully felt the connection between his heart and the whip.

"This whip seems to be sealed." Luo Jiusheng murmured.

"This is the Phoenix Feather Whip. The handle is carved from wind bones, and the whip body is woven from phoenix feathers. Each feather is soaked in phoenix blood. It is an ancient artifact." Jiuyou's cold voice came, "But it has layers of seals. With your current strength, even if you make it recognize you as your master, the strength it exerts now is only the initial level of the Xuan level."

Weapons are divided into yellow level, black level, earth level, heaven level, spirit level, holy level, and god level. The god level is divided into artifacts and ancient artifacts. Luo Jiusheng was really shocked to find an ancient artifact in a small street stall.

Who is that old man? Although the old man's tone was very casual when he gave him the whip, Luo Jiusheng still caught the shock in his eyes. Although it was only a moment, she was quite good at micro-expressions. But she really wanted the whip, so she didn't delve into it at the time, and the old man disappeared without giving her a chance to ask questions.

Looking at the phoenix feather whip in his hand, which was emitting a faint red light, Luo Jiusheng swung the whip, drawing a trail of fire in the air, and swung it towards the ground. Dust flew up, leaving a mark of burnt fire on the ground. A faint smell of burning could be smelled in the air.

The ancient artifact was indeed powerful. Although it was sealed and was only at the Xuan level now, its power was not something that an ordinary Xuan level weapon could unleash. What's more, this whip was wielded by her, a person without spiritual power. If it was injected with spiritual power, its power would be even greater.

Lian'er spoke at this time, "Sister, is this the Phoenix Feather Whip? Sister is so lucky that she can encounter an ancient artifact in this Shenwu Continent." As expected of the master chosen by the Jiulian Space, the ancient artifact could easily recognize her master. Lian'er was very proud.

"It was the Phoenix Feather Whip. Thanks to Jiuyou's reminder, I didn't miss it."

"Jiuyou? Could this be made from Jiuyou's bones and feathers?" Lian'er spoke frankly.

The corner of Luo Jiusheng's mouth twitched. The Nine Nether Phoenix was the ancestor of the Phoenix. What old monster dared to use this powerful ancient creature to refine weapons? I'm afraid it would be burned to ashes by the Nine Nether Fire before even touching the Nine Nether.

Because the three of them had a soul contract, Jiuyou also heard what Lian'er said just now.

Jiuyou didn't say anything, but Luo Jiusheng clearly felt the air pressure deep in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly drop.

Luo Jiusheng knocked on Lian'er's head and said, "What are you thinking about? Who dares to use Jiuyou Refining Equipment?"

"That's right, Jiuyou is so powerful, there is no way he can use it to refine a weapon." Lian'er said in annoyance. Why did she feel like she had become stupider?

After teasing Lian'er for a while, Luo Jiusheng continued to fiddle with the herbs and formations in the space. After the auction, she would go to Luoxia Mountain Range to get the Xuantian Treasure Root.

Luo Yinyin told her that the Xuantian treasure root was in the inner area of ​​Luoxia Mountains, which was full of dangers and was not comparable to the small Yunwu Mountain. She must be adequately prepared.

Three days passed quickly. On the day of the auction, Luo Jiusheng estimated that the time was almost up, so he packed up with Xingyu and Xingqiao and headed towards Duobao Pavilion.

Generally, in larger cities, Duobao Pavilion will set up a luxurious auction hall next to the shops. The auction items in the auction hall are generally quite precious and rare, so only those with invitations issued by Duobao Pavilion or VIP customers of Duobao Pavilion can enter.

Luo Jiusheng and the other two arrived at the door of Duobao Pavilion auction and were about to go in when they heard a familiar voice.

"Tsk, this poor boy actually dares to come to Duobao Pavilion, can he get in?" It was the man with slanted eyes on the day he entered the city. This time, there were only two people following him because of the auction regulations that each invitation letter could only bring in two people.

Unlike that day, Shen wore a mask today, revealing only a pair of slanted eyes. If a person with a good figure and good temperament were dressed like him, wearing a mask would add a sense of mystery. However, his sturdy figure made his clothes tight, and the mask looked even more out of place on his face, not to mention that he also exuded a faint stench.

Xing Yu saw this person trying to cause trouble again, and immediately said, "Is this Duobao Pavilion owned by your family? How do you know we can't get in? We can't get in, so how can an ugly person like you get in? Not only are you ugly, you're also smelly. Standing at the door lowers the grade of Duobao Pavilion."

"You, you bitch, you are just a slave, how dare you say that to me." Shen was furious, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, "It was you, right? It must be you who poisoned me."

After entering the city and arriving at his residence that day, his body was covered with pimples, emitting a strong stench, and his body was always aching. He asked a pharmacist to come to the conclusion that he was poisoned, but there was no way to detoxify him. If his sister had not been the favorite concubine of the young city lord and had given him a third-grade detoxification pill, he would not have been able to leave the house today.

But detoxification requires a process. His face is still covered with pimples, otherwise he wouldn't wear a mask. He still smells a bit, and even powder can't cover up the smell.

He had been investigating for a long time in the past three days, but he still didn't know who had harmed him. After all, he had offended many people by taking advantage of his sister's influence. But after hearing Xing Yu's scolding just now, he intuitively thought that these three people had poisoned him. After all, none of the people he had offended were good at using poison, and he didn't know the details of these three people.

The more he thought about it, the more certain he became. Shen Wen'an didn't care that he was at the door of Duobao Pavilion at the moment, and rushed over to teach Xingyu a lesson. In his eyes, among these three people, two were mid-level spiritual masters and one was a waste, so they were not to be feared.

He gathered spiritual energy in his palm and slapped it towards Xingyu, who dodged to the side. Then he immediately kicked him. With a bang, Shen Wen'an was kicked back a few steps.

Although Xingyu is only a mid-level spiritual master, his body movements have been specially trained by Luo Jiusheng, and his physical strength is equivalent to that of a third-level monster. His strength is not comparable to that of Shen Wen'an, a peak spiritual master who has piled up resources.

Being kicked away by a maid who was weaker than him, Shen Wen'an reacted immediately. When the severe pain in his abdomen hit him, he became furious and shouted at the two followers: "Go ahead, destroy this cheap girl's cultivation and sell her to Yihong Courtyard."

After he said this, a chill flashed across Luo Jiusheng's dark eyes, and he looked at Shen Wen'an as if he was a dead person.