Since Zi Ling Zixing didn't know, Lin Fenghan didn't make things too difficult for them. He threw the fifth-level demon pill to the two sisters and said, "The sea of ​​chaos and has so many forces. It's understandable that you don't know Yantian Sect."

"Won't."

The fifth-level demon pill was lost and recovered. Zi Ling and Zi Xing were a little excited. Zi Ling curled her lips and said, "We sisters have low cultivation levels, but they are native monks of the Chaos Star Sea. If you ask others, you may not get the answer you want, but for us two sisters, it is not certain. Let me tell you the truth. We sisters are monks from Piaomiao Pavilion."

"Piaomiao Pavilion..."

Lin Fenghan had never heard of it. Zhao Lieze, the Nine Nether Demon Lord, was slightly entertained, and snorted softly, saying, "Piaomiao Pavilion, which mainly sells intelligence, is one of the more famous sects in the Luanxinghai. When I was traveling through Luanxinghai, it was still three thousand years ago. Unexpectedly, Piaomiao Pavilion can exist in this complex and chaotic Luanxinghai until now. I believe those two girls, three thousand years have passed, and it is impossible for Yan Taizong to be gone."

Lin Fenghan frowned. He needed Yan Taizong's escape from the world and escaped from the calculating technique. If Yan Tianzong was destroyed, it would not be good news for Lin Fenghan.

Seeing a trace of distress flashing through Lin Fenghan's expression, Zi Xing's eyes turned, and then pulled the corner of Zi Ling's clothes and whispered quietly: "Sister, do you still remember the sloppy beggar? When we gave him a few days ago, he claimed that he was a cultivator of Yantian Sect and wanted to give us a fortune..."

When Zi Ling heard this, she thought about it carefully and found that this was really the case.

Lin Fenghan easily caught what Zi Xing said in a low voice, his expression relaxed, and he smiled lightly: "Come there, take me over quickly."

"You eavesdrop on our conversation!"

Feeling that Lin Fenghan didn't seem to have much malice, he returned the demon pill, Zi Ling became much more courageous for a moment and said, "Why should we help you?"

Lin Fenghan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her this time, so he slapped the storage ring, and a pair of light green flying swords flew out.

Holding the pair of flying swords, Lin Fenghan said, "Colored butterfly swords, the best-quality swords, are rare flying swords with the same wall. You two hold one, and the power of the combined attack is no less than that of the rare and inferior magic weapon. Take me to find that beggar. The flying sword is your reward."

Zi Ling was obviously surprised when she gave her the best magic weapon at will. She glanced at her a few more times and said without hesitation: "Document!"

Zi Ling did not rashly take the Caidian Swords, but instead drove the ship southward with Lin Fenghan.

Sure enough, about three hours later, a huge spiritual turtle island appeared in Lin Fenghan's sight.

The three of them stepped onto the island, leaving a scheming Lin Fenghan with a finger, and a cloak as thin as a cicada's wing was draped on his body. When the hat was pulled, his whole body disappeared under the cloak.

Zi Ling and Zi Xing were both curiously looking up and down, and used their spiritual consciousness to test it out, but they could not penetrate the cloak anyway. Seeing the real figure under Lin Fenghan's cloak, they secretly envied Lin Fenghan's magic weapons.

Lin Fenghan glanced at them more. Is there no high-end weapon refiner in Luanxinghai? A cloak that is just a top-grade and inferior cloak that is isolated from the exploration of spiritual consciousness can also arouse their envy.

When he came to a city, Lin Fenghan saw people coming and going on the streets.

Some people carry loads and drive ox carts to deliver goods, some drive donkeys to pull trucks, some stop to enjoy the scenery of the Bian River, teahouses, taverns, pawn shops, workshops, and there are many small vendors with large umbrellas on the open ground on both sides of the street.

With the tall city tower as the center, the houses on both sides are scattered, including tea shops, wine shops, butchers, temples, public houses, etc.

"The mortal city is indeed complete with all internal organs." Lin Fenghan sighed slightly, and followed Zi Ling and Zi Xing toward a corner of the suburbs.

About half an hour, Lin Fenghan heard Zi Ling pointing at a beggar and said, "Here, it's that beggar!"

The beggar's clothes were torn and his hair was messy. A dull and colorless and smooth crutch was placed beside him.

Lin Fenghan's spiritual consciousness swept slightly. The beggar was indeed a cultivator, but his cultivation was not strong, only at the sixth level of the basic realm. This level of cultivation was far inferior to that of the two Zi Ling and Zi Xing.

Zi Lingli stretched out his hand and asked, "Give it the magic weapon!"

The colorful butterfly swords were as numerous as a waste of money for Lin Fenghan. Lin Fenghan was worried that he would cheat the two girls, so he simply walked straight to the beggar who was suspected of being a cultivator of Yantian Sect.

Just as he stood still, the beggar smiled and raised his head, saying to Lin Fenghan: "I have been waiting for a year and six months, and finally I have hoped for you..."

Lin Fenghan's deep pupils flashed with his eyes, and he squinted and said quietly: "Do you know who I am?"

"Qingzhou!"

The two simple words of a beggar's head hanging down.

Lin Fenghan hugged and said, "Fellow Taoist is a clever idea. What do you want to do this time? I believe fellow Taoist already knows it?"

The beggar kept nodding and smiling, then reached out and started to touch the ragged clothes. After a while, the beggar took out a piece of mud, which looked like a copper coin, tightly attached to a turtle's back, and was pulled through by a red rope, forming a strange-shaped waist pendant.

Shaking his waist, the beggar said, "This thing can avoid the Qimen calculation technique, but with my current cultivation level, I can only create such one. I wonder how you are going to repay me?"

Lin Fenghan's expression remained unchanged and said, "Magic weapons, elixirs, magical skills, but I don't know if my friends need it?"

The beggar smiled and shook his head, reached out and took out a dirty jade pendant and threw it to Lin Fenghan, saying, "I wonder if the master can help me refine a magic weapon according to the above records?"

Lin Fenghan caught Yu Tongjian, focused on checking, and said unexpectedly: "As for the art of refining weapons, it cannot be successfully refined, and there are no materials required above."

"No hurry, no hurry!"

The beggar stood up tremblingly, reached out and handed the mud to Lin Fenghan, and said, "Don't be on the waist, you can avoid the calculation technique."

Lin Fenghan did not expect to get the things that escaped the world so smoothly. After not on his waist, he said seriously: "I would like to leave a way to contact me. After I have successfully refined the magic weapon, I will send it to the Taoist."

The beggar deliberately said, "Oh, did you say I want to leave you? Master, your Baoxuan lacks a shopkeeper who can manage the accounts. I am somewhat proficient in the Heavenly Awareness Method. Why not hire me, Master."

Shopkeeper?

Lin Fenghan was stunned. Thinking of the other party’s special identity, he looked at him deeply: “What does this mean by fellow Taoist?”

Shaking his head, the beggar stopped answering.

Zhao Lie, the Nine Nether Demon Lord in the Purple Mansion, suddenly spoke: "Listen to him, the cultivators of Yantian Sect generally do not reveal the secrets of heaven. He intends to guide you, so there should be his reason."
Chapter completed!