Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground. This was originally the simplest action, but now it was very difficult to do it.

Every inch of flesh and blood was torn as if by a knife.

Even if the Honghu Pill did not damage the body, the burning of mana and blood would still cause great damage to the body.

If you look at Qin Xuan from the outside, you will definitely find that Qin Xuan has lost a lot of weight at this moment, and he is getting thinner and weaker, with a pale face, as if he has not recovered from a serious illness.

"One Honghu Pill, and you can't use mana for half a year." Qin Xuan frowned slightly. For him, this is tantamount to a great injury.

However, Wan Xu was obviously more miserable, whether it was his Tuyang Hand or the last torn arm.

It would be a great blessing for Wan Xu to recover to his peak within a few years!

Qin Xuan adjusted the breath in his body and took out some pills from the storage ring to make up for the damage in his body.

After more than seven hours, the bright moon was across the sky, and Qin Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

Fortunately, there were no cultivators around during these seven hours, otherwise, given Qin Xuan's current situation, he would naturally encounter disasters again.

Even after more than seven hours of recovery, Qin Xuan's mana and body infant were still difficult to use.

Only the pain in his body was relieved a little. With the power of his body, he could still have the strength of a physical cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm, and he could not use any physical cultivation magic.

Qin Xuan stood up and shook his head slightly.

"It seems that the Xuansheng League is not worth going to!"

His eyes were calm, and people's hearts were unpredictable. How could he, Qin Changqing, put his life and death in the hands of others.

The Xuansheng League was certainly good. With the help of Wuxian and others, he could spend half a year in peace.

However, this risk was also very great. His loss of mana would be known to many cultivators in the Xuansheng League. If he was not careful, he would die.

For him now, it was obviously impossible to get out of the Xuansheng League.

Qin Xuan was thinking whether he should find a secret place and wait for half a year.

Just then, his eyes paused and he turned his head slightly.

Not far away, a figure had appeared behind Qin Xuan.

No more than a hundred meters away, at other times, even within a few miles, Qin Xuan could detect someone approaching.

Now at this hundred-meter distance, he just noticed it because he heard the footsteps.

He looked at the young man and paused.

The young man was in the Nascent Soul Realm, wearing a gray robe.

The two looked at each other like this, until the young man asked tentatively, "Daoyou is injured?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Qin Xuan said calmly, looking at the young man.

His eyes fell on the slightly empty sleeve on one side of the young man, and his eyes paused slightly. The young man's arm seemed to be broken in half.

"You don't have to be alert, I was also chased by someone and fled here." The young man laughed bitterly, "I saw you were alone in this empty world, and it seemed that you had no magic power. I thought that if you met someone with bad intentions, it would be too troublesome, so I came here."

The young man's words made Qin Xuan chuckle, "So?"

"If possible, I can take you to a safe place nearby, and then I will leave." The young man's answer surprised Qin Xuan.

"What if you don't go?" Qin Xuan said lightly.

In this secret and dangerous place, it is foolish to trust others easily, and Qin Xuan did not intend to leave with the young man.

The young man frowned, "I just mean well. If you don't care, forget it!"

"But I still advise you, if possible, it's best to go to Tongbaofang. No cultivator there will fight. For cultivators like you and me, it's the best place to rest and recuperate!"

The young man looked at Qin Xuan and shook his head slightly, obviously disappointed with Qin Xuan's indifference and vigilance.

He was so kind, but was regarded as malicious by others.

Qin Xuan didn't care either. He looked at the young man until he left.

"Tongbaofang?"

Qin Xuan murmured, "Well, maybe I can find what I need."

As for the young man, Qin Xuan forgot about it.

Even if it was for good intentions, he had to be on guard now.

Qin Xuan identified the direction and immediately went to Tongbaofang where he remembered his previous life.

Along the way, he walked slowly, like a pedestrian taking a walk.

After walking for nearly eight or nine days, they finally saw the Tongbaofang.

A huge city, full of magic weapons, which are fourth-grade treasures. There are also guards in front of this huge city.

Two people are in the Nascent Soul Realm. Everyone who passes by will take out spirit crystals as the entrance fee.

Tongbaofang is known as the tenth city in the Xianhuang Ruins. In it, people exchange goods and auction spirit crystals to obtain resources.

Qin Xuan took out ten ninth-grade spirit crystals to enter the city, and spent thirty spirit crystals to buy a ninth-grade covering cloak at the city gate and entered the city.

Tongbao Pavilion is indeed a wealthy merchant in the ten major star fields. The Xianhuang Ruins have been opened for less than a year, and this Tongbaofang has become famous.There were many monks, but most of them were wearing cloaks like Qin Xuan.

On both sides, there were also many monks setting up stalls, and each stall was planned.

Some people searched in front of the stalls to see if there was anything they needed.

Qin Xuan also saw a lot of treasures along the way. After all, the Xianhuang ruins had existed for tens of millions of years. There were spiritual medicines, spiritual mines, and even spiritual crystal veins on the entire star. In addition to the Xianhuang Nine Cities, there were countless opportunities.

He passed by all kinds of treasures, but unfortunately there were not many useful to him.

He walked out of the street into the city and found an inn.

The one in charge of the inn was a Zhenjun of Tongbao Pavilion, with a smile on his face.

"A top-grade quiet room!" Qin Xuan took out ten sixth-grade spiritual crystals and handed them to the Tongbao Pavilion disciple.

Then, under the guidance of the Tongbao Pavilion disciple, he walked into a room that was only a few feet in size.

The room was not big, but it was very expensive, but Qin Xuan noticed that most of the quiet rooms around were already occupied.

After entering the quiet room, Qin Xuan took a rest.

He was now like an ordinary person, and after walking for many days, he actually felt tired.

Qin Xuan lifted his robe and smiled faintly, "Well, I haven't felt this way for a long time."

In this quiet room, Qin Xuan rested for several days before walking out of the inn.

Ten sixth-grade spirit crystals are only for a seven-day inn. This time, Qin Xuan simply threw out a hundred sixth-grade spirit crystals and booked this quiet room for more than two months.

Then, in the slightly surprised eyes of the Tongbao Pavilion disciples, Qin Xuan walked out of the inn indifferently.

In this Tongbaofang, the biggest thing is the monthly auction of Tongbaofang.

Things below the fifth grade are not eligible for the auction.

Qin Xuan asked around and asked the opening time of the nearest auction at the price of a sixth-grade spirit crystal.

Twelve days later!

After receiving the news, Qin Xuan strolled around in Tongbaofang, feeling relaxed and at ease.

After entering the world of cultivation, he seemed to have not been so relaxed for a long time. Strolling around like this, he did not need to consider cultivation, opportunities, life and death, disasters, cause and effect... He was completely relaxed.

For twelve days, Qin Xuan was in this attitude, and he did not care about the turbulent waves of the Immortal Phoenix Ruins outside the city.

Until twelve days passed, the auction of Tongbaofang started.

Qin Xuan took the qualification to enter the auction that he had already bought with spirit crystals and entered the ten-mile pavilion of Tongbao Pavilion.

Qin Xuan sat in a room on the second floor, quietly looking at the auction below and the many cultivators wearing long robes to cover their bodies.

"I wonder if there is anything I need."