Su Guyi frowned, and the footsteps she had just raised suddenly retracted, she paused for a moment, then took out a thing and put it on the desk, and said, "Everyone seems to be not short of gold beads, since this is the case, how about I use this thing in exchange?"

As soon as he said that, as soon as he put it away, a stack of dark yellow rune paper was lying alone on the desk, and the golden light on the blue ink rune book was faintly moving, and in the lower right corner of the rune paper, two spiritual patterns were clearly visible. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the same time that a few spirit runes appeared on the table, the disciple surnamed Huang's round eyes immediately stretched out! He pointed at the spirit runes with one hand, opened his mouth and stumbled, "Zhong, Zhong......"

Someone exclaimed: "Zhongpin Town Killing Talisman!"

The countless gasps in the hall were muffled by this exclamation.

In the thousands of years since Fuxiamen, when has there been a middle-grade killing talisman above the lower grade, except for the disciples of Wanfu Pavilion, these people can't get the golden beads!

With such a treasure, it is absolutely impossible for Wanfu Pavilion to sell it to other immortal sects.

To put it this way......

The female disciple who was mocking Su Guyi openly and secretly just now couldn't help but change her face.

The disciples' eyes were hot and strange.

The shock in the eyes of the disciple surnamed Huang had not yet faded, and his hand had already touched those middle-grade killing talismans, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Senior sister, can you be sure that you want this medium-grade ...... Kill the talisman to make the bottom?"

His voice was ethereal.

Su Guyi smiled and said: "The six middle-grade town killing talismans are one and the same. ”

The man's eyes widened, and he finally pulled out a smile and said: "Senior sister gave six spirit runes at once, which is equivalent to handing over thirty gold beads, if it goes well, there is no need to fill in the gaps." ”

I heard that in the Wanfu Pavilion, there are five gold beads for each Zhongpin Zhen Killing Talisman, and a spirit rune is worth the price of a bottle of Yangyuan Dan.

Thirty gold beads of the Six Dao Zhongpin Killing Talismans can buy thirty Yangyuan Dan!

As soon as it came out, it was six ways, such a big stroke, and they usually couldn't touch it when they stepped on dog shit, and they were still prejudiced against Su Guyi, and it was difficult to parry the wild beating in their chests.

Some of the disciples stared at the six mid-grade killing talismans, and their eyes became different.

There was a sound of footsteps pacing outside the door, and a disciple hurriedly entered, ran to the disciple surnamed Huang and whispered a few words, the voice was silent, with excitement, but no one could not hear it.

Senior Brother Qian was passed to Ji Yuefeng just now, and there was news before he came down, saying that from now on, we don't have to look at Wanfu Pavilion's face again!

When these words fell, it was like a real thunder explosion, and the disciples all couldn't believe it for a moment!

Since there was an accident in the Xianmen more than two months ago, they went to the Fuxia Gate to start the spirit runes from the Xuantong Pavilion, but they were mercilessly rejected by the disciples of the Wanfu Pavilion, saying that the spirit runes in the pavilion were in short supply, and the spirit runes would not be sold to the public for the time being.

At the beginning, the disciples who were in charge of buying the talisman still believed it stupidly, but their people only left the Xuantong Pavilion on the front foot, and the disciples of the Vientiane Sect on the back foot easily bought more than 500 lower-grade town killing talismans.

Xuantong Pavilion is the four great immortals located in the southeast of Yuluo Mountain, five hundred miles southeast of the spiritual exchange, the disciples stationed there, in addition to the disciples of Fuxiamen, there are also Wanfu Pavilion, Chixiaomen, and Wanxiang Men people.

Wanfu Pavilion refused to sell spirit talismans to the disciples of Fuxiamen, and it was impossible for the disciples of the other two immortal sects to not see it, which was equivalent to a resounding slap in the face to all the elders and disciples of Fuxiamen!

The disciples of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall hurriedly came over to announce the matter, and the hall was like a pot of hot water on the shelf, immediately boiling and boiling.

In addition to the excitement, someone said: "So the Ten Thousand Fu Pavilion agreed to release the spirit talisman to us again?"

The disciple who passed the word was stunned for a moment, glanced at the people in the hall strangely, and said, "Don't be kidding, the elders and the elders of the Ten Thousand Fu Pavilion are already known to everyone, how could they be so kind to sell us the spirit runes!"

As he spoke, his eyes were shining, and he was glad, proud, and uplifted...... All kinds of expressions were intertwined, and the whole face was covered with a brilliance that had never been seen before, and He Rongyan said: "That's the spirit rune that our Fuxiamen has refined ourselves!"

Refine your own talismans!

All the disciples looked stunned, and suddenly their expressions were shocked! Qi Qi turned his head to the six middle-grade killing talismans on the long case, and then looked at the woman standing in front of the case.

……

Fifty miles north of Yuluo Mountain.

Among the mountains, a high mountain is extremely steep in shape, extremely dangerous, and the fog at the top of the high mountain is thick, wrapping layers of greenery in it, and it is difficult to see into the slightest.

This is the mountain gate where Wanfu Pavilion is located.

The clouds outside the mountain are stirring, but inside it is quiet.

Different from the peak ancient houses of the other two mountain gates, in addition to one Chaolu Peak in the Wanfu Pavilion, where the main pavilion is located, there is only a martial arts training ground that covers an area not far away.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, you can see that there are hidden traces on the martial arts training ground.

The northwest face is said to be only one pavilion on the dew peak, in fact, the pavilion stands horizontally on the peak with a width of 200 zhang, a length of more than 400 zhang, a height of 3 zhang, and 1,500 rooms inside.

Among them are the ashrams of the five realms.

On a round table of eight immortals in the room, there is a one-legged high plate, and a night pearl the size of a pigeon's egg is embedded in the plate, which illuminates the room brightly.

On the right-hand side of the round table, spiritual smoke swirled around a stone bed, and the five true people sitting cross-legged on it had just withdrawn from cultivation.

At this time, the door of the room was knocked on by the "tuk tuk".

Wudao Zhenren twisted his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Come in." ”

A young disciple walked in, bowed down and stopped five steps away from the stone bed, lowered his eyes and said: "The disciple heard about it, Biyue City, Qizhou, Qushui Town, Jizhou Qufang Quyi Immortal Temple belongs to Fuxiamen, and there are mortals who go to pay homage, and most of the mortals who my Wanfu Immortal Temple finally recruited were snatched back by them." ”

"What are you talking about?Fuxiamen?" the five real people whispered coldly.

The disciple's body trembled, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at him, tremblingly repeating what he had just said briefly, and finally wiped his sweat and said: "The disciple passed on the words of the elder to the junior disciples below, and the junior disciples decidedly denied selling the spirit rune to Fuxiamen, but they didn't know where they got the spirit rune. ”

Wudao Zhenren's eyes narrowed, and the cold light was fleeting, his face was gloomy, and he said: "They don't dare to disobey Yin and Yang, if it weren't for them, the problem would be in Chixiao Gate, or Vientiane Gate?"

Do they dare?

Wudao Zhenren put a calm face, and the disciple hurriedly said: "Disciple, let's go check!"

"Slow!"

He turned around to retreat, but there was a word behind him, and the disciple hurriedly turned around and listened.

"Go and tell Elder Yuan and Elder Jinglin, and tell them that there is something to discuss in this seat. The five real people said thoughtfully.

The disciple answered and hurriedly withdrew.

Calm returned to the room.

The Council Pavilion was on top of the six-story building directly south of the main pavilion, and when Jinglin Zhenren and Motosuko arrived, the Five Dao Zhenren were already standing there.

Jinglin Zhenren is about sixty years old, Tong Yan Hefa is in good spirits, he is holding a long crutch with a twist and turn, his steps are uniform and steady, as soon as he sees the five real people, he retreats from the disciples who followed him, and walks in with Yuan Xuzi.