When Fang Lin heard this, he turned around and saw a woman about twenty-eight years old, with a sad face, a blue-green hairpin on her right, and her eyes moist, as if she had just been in pain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Girl, is there something wrong?" Fang Lin sensed that this person was not a cultivator, so he asked.

After killing Yin Tianhao of the Imperial Sword Villa and offending the Jiang family in the Eastern Wilderness, Fang Lin was naturally more vigilant against strange cultivators now.

But this woman is frivolous in her steps, and she doesn't have any spiritual power in her body, and she doesn't look like a child of the inheritance family at all, unless her realm cultivation is far higher than Mu Chengen!

Due to the existence of the Divine Atlas and the Heaven Interception Sutra, Fang Lin's perception of spiritual power was beyond that of ordinary people, and he was naturally able to distinguish that this woman was an ordinary mortal.

The woman walked quickly in front of Fang Lin, bent down deeply and said, "The slave family knows that Gongzi is a cultivator, and there is something I want to transfer to Gongzi!"

Fang Lin was speechless for a moment, there were two people who sold things to him inexplicably on this day.

The first one is Zhang Yi, who sold the purple gold gourd to himself, but let himself offend the Jiang family, which has been inherited for tens of thousands of years in the Eastern Wilderness, and he also had to capture one of their golden-winged Dapeng birds.

I didn't expect that when I first arrived in this small town, I actually met a seller again, does it seem that he really looks like a rich man?

Fang Lin smiled awkwardly: "The girl is laughing, she is just an ordinary cultivator, so let's ask the girl to find another buyer!"

No matter what kind of treasure it was, Fang Lin didn't dare to buy it casually this time, maybe something would happen again? he just wanted to return to the Cangming Sect as soon as possible now.

It would be great if we could get the whereabouts of the East Gate Broken Heaven, or find the East Gate Broken Heaven and return to the sect together.

"Childe didn't know that the slave family had already found more than a dozen cultivators, but they didn't pay attention to the slave family, and even felt that the slave family was messing around. ”

The woman burst into tears as she spoke, instantly making Fang Lin feel helpless.

"If it weren't for the slave family who needed to return to their hometown thousands of miles away, they would never rashly ask for help from the master. ”

Although this woman does not have the posture of sinking fish and geese, closing the moon and embarrassing flowers, but her jade face is tearful and her beautiful appearance still makes people indifferent.

"Say it, what do you want to sell, take it out and take a look!" Although he had made up his mind not to buy it, Fang Lin finally moved his heart of compassion.

The woman looked sad, looked around, bit her lip and whispered, "Please give me my son, it's not convenient here." ”

Fang Lin waved his hand and said, "No need, just take it out." ”

I saw the woman take out a red brush from her sleeve, as if it was like a treasure, and carefully handed it to Fang Lin.

"Please check carefully, this pen is extraordinary, I once saved an old beggar, he gave it to me!"

"This is a thunderbolt jujube wood pen! You should still have Ruyi pearl sand, right?"

Fang Lin looked at the red brush, the whole body was smooth, and the pen barrel was vigorous and simple, as if it contained a heroic righteousness.

"It turns out that its name is Thunderbolt Jujube Wood Pen, as for the Ruyi pearl sand you said, I don't know, but this brush can calm the mind. The woman added.

"Who told you this?" Fang Lin asked rhetorically.

"The old beggar who gave me the brush. ”

"You just said that you had approached more than a dozen cultivators before, did they believe what you said?"

The woman was saddened, shook her head and said, "I don't believe it." ”

"Then do you think I'll believe it?I want to know, how did you know that I was a cultivator?" Fang Lin wanted to know the answer to this question.

An ordinary mortal woman can actually see a cultivator at a glance, there must be something unspeakable in this.

"Ever since I got this thunderbolt jujube pen, I found that I seemed to be able to sense the flow of spiritual power in someone. The woman replied in a deep voice.

Fang Lin's heart moved, I am afraid that the old beggar who gave this female thunderbolt jujube wood pen is not an ordinary person.

"If this Thunderbolt Jujube Wood Pen has such a peculiar effect, why did you want to transfer it?"

"I want to go home, to the Cold Forest City, which is five thousand miles away from here!" the woman's gaze suddenly filled with determination.

"Oh, if you want to go home, then go home, what are you doing selling here?" Fang Lin asked.

"I need ten mid-grade spirit stones to redeem myself! to get out of here, or they'll keep chasing me. ”

Hearing the woman's explanation, Fang Lin was speechless again, sure enough, it was another troublesome matter, with his character, the person who was most unaccustomed to bullying women, especially unarmed women.

"Ten medium-grade spirit stones, I can really get them, but this thunderbolt jujube wood pen of yours is not worth so many spirit stones!" Fang Lin said lightly.

An ordinary thunderbolt jujube wood pen was not even worth half a low-grade spirit stone, and this woman actually offered ten medium-grade spirit stones, which really opened Fang Lin's eyes.

"Please have mercy!" the woman suddenly fell to her knees.

"Look, that woman is kneeling for someone else again!

"It's just a neurosis, every day with that broken brush, you have to sell ten medium-grade spirit stones, there must be something wrong with your brain!"

Many people gathered around Fang Lin and this woman, pointing and pointing, it seemed that this woman often knelt down to others, begging others to spend ten medium-grade spirit stones to buy her thunderbolt jujube wood pen.

"You can't even kneel, your broken brush is not even worth half a spirit stone, who will buy you?"

Fang Lin looked at everything indifferently, as if everyone was used to what they were doing to this woman, what a strange woman.

"Don't buy her broken brush, she's a liar!" said a middle-aged woman next to her.

"Aunt Qing is right, this woman is a liar, but she never seems to have succeeded in cheating. Someone chimed in.

Fang Lin frowned, and said coldly, "If you can explain the whole thing to me clearly, what's the harm in giving you ten medium-grade spirit stones!"

When everyone heard this, they stopped one after another: "Childe, you can't fall for her, she is lying to you!"

Fang Lin's eyes were cold, he swept past everyone, and said in a deep voice: "You come with me, it's inconvenient to talk here!"

Hearing that Fang Lin seemed to have the intention of giving her ten spirit stones, the woman immediately stood up and quickly followed Fang Lin through the crowd.

For everyone's ridicule and abuse, her expression did not change at all, as if she had never heard it, which aroused Fang Lin's curiosity even more.

In the face of other people's cynicism, she was indifferent, this woman is by no means an ordinary secular woman.

Under the big willow tree below the Xiaoyao Tower, Fang Lin and the woman who sold thunderbolt jujube pens looked at each other, both figuring out each other's intentions.

"There's no one else here, can you explain to me what's going on?" Fang Lin broke the calm first.