Tempered Immortal

In the middle of town, there is a guest house.

It's a five-story building, wooden, but it's also very powerful.

In front of the inn door, there is a prominent gold sign “Immortal." ”

Lin Xuan arrived not far from the inn.

This is not opened by ordinary people, but the industry of Tianmeshan. Most of it is also abandoned. It is only used to receive foreign monks when the decade-long Fang Shi is held.

According to that junior high school, in order to enter Tianjinshan, you must register your stay here first.

Lin Xuan swept through his mind and found that the whole town's monks were concentrated here. Since there were normal channels for entering the mountain, Lin Xuan would not naturally have more branches, honestly walking like a "fairy customer”.

At this time, his spiritual strength is maintained in the early stages of foundation building. If he hides too low, he can easily hit walls. Of course, if he doesn't do any convergence, the later stages of foundation building are easy to attract attention.

Therefore, after Lin Xuan thought about it, he kept his powers at the level of success just built.

Not high or low!

“Senpai! ”

Lin Xuan arrived in front of the door, a teenager in white greeted him. In the early twenties, he was not weak in spiritual repair. It was the fifth floor of the spiritual period.

If it is another sect, this secular industry is definitely left to the outside disciples, however, Tianmeshan talks about entering the world, so serve tea and pour water, but the work of the servants is all represented by the lower disciples of the door, which is also a practice, which can remove the demons of the heart.

Even though Lin Xuan was a fairy practitioner, Lin Xuan couldn't help but look at himself as if he was accustomed to foreign peers. There was no slight discoloration on his face, and he said slightly respectfully: “Are seniors also here to attend this trade fair? ”

“Yes.” Lin Xuan nodded.

“In that case, please come with me. ”

The teenager introduced Lin Xuan into the inn. Here, it is not easy to use the god, but at a glance, it is easy to tell from the people's clothing that they are all fairy repairers.

In addition to the bulk repair, there are many doorman disciples.

Lin Xuan was not surprised to see this scene. It seems that the pharmacy owner in Nafang City is right. Although Tianmeshan is in the northern frontier, it is rich in property, especially some extinct herbal wonder medicine outside, but occasionally this place will be present. Therefore, the ten-year-old makeshift market can always attract a number of fairy repairers from far away.

The teenager led Lin Xuan to the front of the counter, respectfully called Uncle Soundmaster, a middle-aged man in his early forties, slightly fat, with a face and anger raised his head and gazed at Lin Xuan.

At that moment, Lin Xuan actually had a feeling that his secrets were being looked at clean. He couldn't help but shock himself, but then he laughed secretly. Obviously, this person refined his special skills and appeared to be the master cabinet of the inn. However, he was actually checking out the foreign monks, whether there was a bad guy in his heart.

Unfortunately, by virtue of one of his foundational intermediate monks, how could he find doubt in his own mind, Lin Xuan's divinity, but far superior to his fellow monks, although it cannot be said that water fire does not invade, oil salt does not enter, but at least the person in front of him, training for another 10 years is not enough to threaten him.

As for breaking through your true cultivation? Lin Xuan was not worried at all. Unless he was an old monster of Yuan's infancy, he could not think of anything else.

After sweeping Lin Xuan's middle-aged god like the master cabinet, no suspicion was found, and a slight smile of kindness appeared on his face: “Despicable man, Wang Shixuan, I don't know the name of this Taoist friend, where is Xianxiang? ”

“Lin Xuan, a scattered cultivation, the fame of the Kumugui trade fair, so...” Lin Xuan said half true and half false, the other party naturally could not visit, said a few words of welcome, and delivered a jade card to Lin Xuan's hand: “This thing, is a letter of the main door, Daoyou must not be lost. By tomorrow, Daoyou naturally has a special disciple to guide you into the mountains. As for today, Daoyou can either go around the neighborhood or rest in our shop, Master Lei's nephew, take this Daoyou down. ”

“Yes!” The boy in white gave a gift and turned around. "Senior, please. ”

“Thank you! ”

As a foundation repairer, Lin Xuan also lives in very different rooms. It is actually a separate small courtyard. Although the area is small, the environment is very clear.

The room was simple, but it was bright and tidy. Lin Xuan's face showed a satisfied smile. After sending away his disciples from Tianmeshan, he closed the door.

Then he let out the god without saying anything, searched the entire small courtyard, including the room, and found nothing, Lin Xuan's divine color, which really made it easier.

Fortunately, the other party did not do any hands and feet. It seems that Tianmeshan is not stupid. Although he has doubts about the hearts and minds of foreign monks, he is not willing to do this taboo thing.

In fact, if it weren't for this extraordinary period, Lin Xuan would not have been so cautious. He would not have had any bad feelings about Tianmei Mountain. He was just trying to acquire Vientiane grass with crystal stone.

I don't know why, Lin Xuan has always been a little upset since he came to Tianmeshan. It seems that the trip will undergo some major changes, but he himself doesn't know exactly where this concern comes from...

Since he is a monk, it is naturally impossible not to believe in ghosts. Lin Xuan would not dare to wait idly for this omen.

Had it not been here, there would have been no news of Vientiane grass elsewhere, Lin Xuan would have left already. Naturally, he would not have put himself in danger because of his unprofitable and premature character.

However, we can't walk away now. Cohesion is accidental. There is a lack of such a flavor of auxiliary materials. If the situation is to rapidly improve, it is risky to say anything.

Lin Xuan had no choice, so he had to be as careful as possible in all aspects. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)