Chapter 335: The God-turning Cultivator of the Weapon Refining Pavilion

In the private room on the third floor, there were disciples from the weapon refining pavilion who sent fruits from the sea of ​​demon cultivation, but no one moved them.

Sitting in this position, just look down and you can see the middle of the first floor of the hall, there is a platform, where the auction will take place in a while.

Wang Lin and Li Muwan spoke softly. Li Muwan sometimes smiled happily and looked at Wang Lin's gaze full of tenderness and satisfaction.

Lu Fei and Tieyan sat cross-legged by the door, closed their eyes and meditated.

Along the way, Wang Lin gave a few tips, practicing harder and almost seized every time to improve his cultivation. According to Wang Lin, only after the dispersion of spiritual power in his body can he realize the enlightenment of transforming the gods.

After all, although they are in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage, they have never been Great Perfection over the years.

If you want to transform into a god, if you don’t have a special artistic conception, you can only try to transform into a god by reaching the Great Perfection step by step.

Since following Wang Lin, the two of them have never had enough faith in transforming into gods. In fact, although their life span is more sufficient than Li Muwan, they are not much. If they still cannot transform into gods within a hundred years, they can only return to dust.

This is actually one of the important reasons why the two decided to follow Wang Lin.

At this moment, a spiritual sense suddenly swept across the private room on the left side of the third floor. Lu Fei and Tie Yan suddenly bumped into their eyes and snorted lightly. Lu Fei's spiritual sense immediately dispersed and collided with the impetuous spiritual sense.

Suddenly, a miserable hum came from the private room on the left, and his spiritual consciousness immediately dissipated.

From beginning to end, Wang Lin did not look up, but talked softly with Li Muwan. He knew that over the years, he had rarely accompanied Li Muwan like this.

In addition to tenderness, there was a strong apology for Li Muwan and Wang Lin's heart.

In the private room on the left, spiritual consciousness came again. This time, it was obvious that many people's spiritual consciousnesses were intertwined and swept across. Tie Yan's eyes flashed, and he dissipated his spiritual consciousness at the same time with Lu Fei, and collided with him with a loud bang.

"What a bold thing, I want to see who is so arrogant!" A cold snorted from the private room on the left. Under this hum, Lu Fei and Tie Yan's spiritual sense suddenly dissipated, but they were not injured, but sneered.

"Sect Master, this person's cultivation is not a god-turning spirit, but his time in the late Nascent Soul stage is longer than that of me, and it should be the Great Perfection of the late Nascent Soul stage."

As soon as Lu Fei finished speaking, a person walked out of the private room on the left. The man was wearing a purple robe, gray hair, and was powerful without anger. He left the private room and strode towards the room where Wang Lin and his group were.

He was quite angry. It was originally just his disciple who saw Xu Luo, who actually led the way to the third floor, led the people into the third floor, and was curious and wanted to see what was going on.

But unexpectedly, the other party broke his spiritual sense and was almost injured. Then he walked out in anger.

After a few steps, Wang Lin and his party came to the private room. The old man lifted the curtain and looked inward. But at this moment, Wang Lin raised his head and looked at the man coldly.

The old man looked at Wang Lin and immediately took three steps back, and sweat was seen on his forehead. With a glance, the Nascent Soul in his body almost collapsed. He almost immediately realized that the young man must be a god-transforming cultivator!

The old man complained in his heart. If he had known this, he would not have come to trouble a monk in the God Transformation Stage if he had said nothing.

But at this moment, he did not dare to move at all, and only clasped his fists bitterly and said, "I don't know that seniors are here. I hope I will forgive my sins when I am reckless."

A trace of contemplation appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. When he saw the old man in purple robe just now, he felt that this person was a little familiar. He must be his old friend when he was practicing the sea of ​​demons.

However, it took too long to remember it for a while.

At this moment, a long laugh suddenly came from outside. Then, the white-haired old man with a glutinous beast in the weapon refining pavilion walked up to the third floor. He didn't even look at the purple-robed man, but outside Wang Lin's private room, laughed: "I heard that there was a fellow god coming to my pavilion for this auction. Hu was happy and came to take a look, but he didn't expect that it was an old friend."

While speaking, the curtain of the private room was automatically lifted up, and the white-haired old man stepped forward calmly.

Lu Fei and Tie Yan immediately changed their expressions slightly, and they quickly retreated and stood behind Wang Lin.

"Sit!" Wang Lin smiled slightly, his expression as usual.

The white-haired old man looked at Li Muwan, sat aside, and smiled and said, "After farewell, fellow Taoist is fine. I wonder how many lines of fire have I taken?"

Wang Lin's heart moved. He was wearing a straw hat and did not let this person see his true face. But today, he actually recognized himself at a glance. He must have other magical powers. Wang Lin looked as usual and smiled: "The entrance of the cave is too small, so I haven't taken a few."

The old man nodded and said, "I was also restricted from the hole that day and didn't take out too much. However, when I went to see it a few years ago, I found a ancestral line that was several times thicker!"

He remained silent. After saying that, he looked at Wang Lin. Wang Lin was quite scared. If he had not practiced a magical power to judge his identity through his figure, he would not have recognized that this person was the god-transforming monk wearing a straw hat back then.

At this moment, the old man in purple robe outside the private room was quite embarrassed. He didn't dare to leave and could only stand outside like this.

While the white-haired old man talked with Wang Lin, the auction on the first floor began. The initial list of some magic weapons and spiritual pills was quite popular.

Li Muwan sat quietly beside Wang Lin, gentle and generous, and occasionally looked at the auction downstairs, with a smile on her lips.

The old man with white hair flashed slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist, I think you are quite familiar with each other. Except for the last time when the star breaks, you must have seen me before?"

In fact, when he just entered the room and recognized that Wang Lin was the one who was outside the chaos of the stars, he had always been confused. He felt a sense of familiarity with Wang Lin's appearance, but no matter how he thought about it, he could not think of when he had seen it.

This phenomenon occurs in a god-transforming monk, which is rare. The white-haired old man firmly believes that if he has seen the other party before, he will definitely not forget it.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, did not answer, but summoned the old man in purple robe outside the room. The old man in purple robe breathed a sigh of relief, hurried forward, entered the room, and said respectfully: "Junior Qiu Siping, see senior."

After saying that, he turned to the old man with white hair and said the same thing.

The old man with white hair said softly, and he responded. A hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes and said to me that you and I are both god-transforming monks. I ask you, you can't answer, so why bother summoning the juniors in the Nascent Soul stage to come in?

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Qiu, I haven't seen you for many years, so I'm fine."

Qiu Siping was stunned. Even the old man with white hair flashed his eyes and looked at Qiu Siping.

Qiu Siping looked at Wang Lin carefully, and the more he looked familiar, he could not remember when he had seen Wang Lin, so he said carefully: "Senior, know junior?"

Wang Lin chuckled and said, "It took too long, I'm afraid you'll forget it. If I hadn't heard your name, I wouldn't have remembered it. Fellow Daoist Qiu, did you and me remember the two Nascent Soul bodies back then, and there was a map rubbing, did you remember it?"

Qiu Siping's eyes showed an incredible look, he took a breath and said in a lost voice: "Wang Lin!! You...you have actually transformed into a god!"

Wang Lin nodded, then looked at the white-haired old man and smiled, "Have Fellow Daoist Hu remembered what did you think of?"

The white-haired old man's eyes flashed with shock. He looked at Wang Lin and smiled bitterly after a long time: "I remembered it, but I didn't expect that the monk Jiedan was able to transform into a god today..."

He did remember that when Wang Lin was with Qiu Siping, he saw at a glance that there was a strange power in Wang Lin's body, which was vaguely like the legendary extreme realm. He was greedy and wanted to force this person to take it out to see if he could take out this strange power.

But he never expected that when he met again hundreds of years later, the other party had already transformed into a god, and his cultivation was similar to his own. His former thoughts immediately disappeared.

Qiu Siping was completely stunned. The memories of the past echoed in his mind. Wang Lin, from beginning to end, always suppressed him.

When he formed a pill, he could not beat Wang Lin.

After the Nascent Soul, he still couldn't beat it.

Now that I have reached the great perfection of the late stage of the Nascent Soul, when I saw Wang Lin again, the other party had already transformed into a god...

The old man with white hair laughed and said, "It was Hu who was reckless in the past. Don't be surprised by fellow Taoist Wang." As he said that, he changed his mind and asked, "I wonder what kind of magic weapon did Fellow Wang come to my Pavilion this time?"

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Sixth grade pill recipe!"

The old man with white hair looked embarrassed and said, "If it is other items, I can give them to fellow Taoists. However, this pill recipe was sent here by someone, but Hu could not help."

"It's okay! If you can't change it, Wang will grab a copy!" Wang Lin shook his head and said.

The old man with white hair laughed and stopped talking.

At this time, many magic weapons and spiritual pills had been auctioned in the hall on the first floor. Then, Xu Luo walked up to the platform and said loudly: "Next, it will be a treasure. I believe all fellow Taoists already know this. It is a sixth-grade pill recipe! This pill recipe has not been opened in my weapon refining pavilion for these days. It has a seal from the consignor on it. You can tell at a glance.

The sixth-grade elixir can only be refined by the Zhuque Kingdom, but if you have a pill recipe, it will be different. Everyone knows the value of this thing, so I won’t say much. But this rule has changed. The price of the above-grade spirit stones is required. If there are magic weapons, my weapon refining pavilion can also be used as a price on the spot!”

The third-level pagoda immediately became quiet. During this auction, many people came for this pill recipe, so they called for the price one after another.

Li Muwan was a little nervous. Wang Lin patted her hand lightly. He remained silent and looked at the first floor.

Qiu Siping showed a bitter look on his face. He came this time for this pill recipe and was extremely prepared, but now he did not dare to bid at all.
Chapter completed!