Chapter 63
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"Xiao Jiu, you're giving me the entire Qiankun Bag? What about you? "
Guan Xilin opened the Qiankun Bag and saw that other than a scroll with the Flaming Dragon Tiger Technique written on it, there were also many valuables and some bottles. He could not help but ask, "Why are you giving me so many things?"
He took out the scroll and his eyes widened. "Heaven, Heaven level Mental Cultivation Technique? I, I'm not mistaken, am I? "Even the Glorious Sun Royal Family would not be able to take out a scroll like this!
One had to know that Heaven level Mental Cultivation Techniques were the rarest of the rarest. It was impossible to find a scroll in a small ninth grade country like the Glorious Sun Kingdom. Then, where did she get it?
For a moment, the hand holding the Mental Cultivation Technique trembled. He was excited, but it also burned his hand.
He was actually lucky enough to see a Heaven level Mental Cultivation Technique! It was unbelievable!
"That's right, it's a Heaven level Mental Cultivation Technique. This Mental Cultivation Technique is also used to cultivate strength. It's just right for you." She smiled and said, "Your hand is unable to practice martial arts or swordsmanship now. Don't practice it for now. Use this time to memorize the Mental Cultivation Technique. I'll give you a Heaven level Martial Technique after that."
This Mental Cultivation Technique was naturally found among the things her master gave her. Last night, she felt that this Mental Cultivation Technique was suitable for him, so she took it out.
"I can really practice it?" He looked at her with sparkling eyes.
"Of course." She nodded. "If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."
"Alright, then I'll go back to my room to practice the Mental Cultivation Technique." He felt a little light with the Mental Cultivation Technique in hand and could not wait to go back to his room to practice.
Fengjiu smiled when he saw this. He practiced Tai Chi for a while to loosen up his muscles and bones before returning to his room to practice.
For the next few nights, mercenaries from the black market would visit their little courtyard almost every night. However, none of them returned ….
And Guan Xilin knew nothing about all this.
Because Fengjiu would use silver needles to loosen up the veins in his right hand every night. Finally, he would hit his acupuncture point to make him sleep until dawn …
A few days later, Fengjiu set up a Maze Formation in the courtyard. After giving instructions to Guan Xilin, he left for the Black Market.
At the same time, the middle-aged man who had been waiting at the inn for several days without any news got up with a gloomy face and walked towards the black market while cursing, "Useless trash! You can't even handle a woman! "
When he cursed, it was obvious that he had forgotten the fact that he was no match for Fengjiu.
The black market was an underground trading house. Not only were there rare and precious medicinal herbs, but there were also medicinal pills, weapons, and other things that cultivators needed.
In the black market, there were martial arts arenas. Martial arts arenas were used as battle arenas. Martial arts arenas were used to earn money and become famous.
On the other hand, the mercenaries were ferocious outlaws. They weren't recognized by the regular mercenary guilds. In the black market, some of them were alone, while others were in groups of three to five. The missions they took were assassination missions that regular mercenaries wouldn't do.
Here, they only recognized money and sold their lives for money.
When the man in a dazzling red robe walked into the black market, many people's eyes couldn't hide the amazement in them.
The man was tall and slender, exuding a demonic aura. His exquisite golden mask had an enchanting red Datura flower blooming on it. His face couldn't be seen, but there was a hazy sense of mystery about him.
More importantly, no one could see through his cultivation.
How could someone who dared to walk into the black market so openly be an ordinary person without cultivation? Since he wasn't an ordinary person, there was only one possibility left.
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