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Xia Cang didn't follow up, just waited in an alley far away from Wanhua Pavilion, but his divine sense penetrated into it, paying attention to Su Jiu's every move.

"A few seniors, what do you need?" There were many monks in the Wanhua Pavilion who stopped, and there were many shopkeepers, Su Jiu stepped into it, and soon a middle-aged man greeted him with a smile on his face.

Although this person is a foundation builder, he has excellent eyesight, and he can see at a glance that Su Jiu and the others are extraordinary, and he is extremely respectful.

Su Jiu first glanced at Wen Qi before he said, "A robe suitable for Monk Jindan, huh...... There are also ritual instruments. ”

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly and enthusiastically invited Su Jiu and the three of them to the private room upstairs.

"A few seniors, please wait, I'll come when I go. ”

The middle-aged man bowed and retreated, and after a while, the wooden door of the private room was pushed open again, and it was an old man who walked in, with half a hundred hair, and was cultivated in the late Yuan Infant period.

As soon as this person saw Su Jiu, a trace of surprise crossed his eyes, and he immediately stepped forward respectfully, hugged his fists and said: "I have seen this senior, Wanhua Pavilion is not well entertained, and I still look at Haihan." ”

"It doesn't matter. Su Jiu nodded lightly, and looked at the few little guys who followed behind the old man, none of them all held a heavy wooden box in their hands, and the treasure light was restrained.

Seeing this, the old man immediately waved his hand, asked a small servant to step forward, opened the wooden box in his hand, and suddenly a set of gorgeous Taoist robes appeared in the sight of several people:

"Senior, please see, this is a Dao robe made of heavenly silk, although it is not really invulnerable, but it can resist the full force of the early Yuan Infant monk, and it also has the effect of gathering spirits. ”

Although the old man said to Su Jiu, his eyes were looking at Wen Qi, obviously seeing the clue.

Sure enough, I saw Su Jiu turn his eyes to look at Wen Qi: "How?"

Wen Qi was a little stunned, there seemed to be a look of shock in his eyes, and it took a while to react, and a few traces of embarrassment appeared on his pale face: "Master, Master, this ......"

Wen Qi is no longer the ignorant young man who once knew nothing about the cultivation world, so he naturally knows the preciousness of this silkworm treasure clothes, and the price is even more expensive.

Although the magic robe he was wearing now was only the lowest-level one, it also cost a lot of spirit stones.

Su Jiu naturally saw Wen Qi's concerns, and said, "I didn't give you anything when you apprenticed, if you like it, don't push it." ”

Wen Qi hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

The old man was overjoyed when he saw this, and recruited again, and another little man holding a wooden box walked up.

When it was opened, it was a spirit sword, and the cold light flowed, which was extremely extraordinary.

But Su Jiu frowned and shook her head, she knew that Wen Qi's physique was weak and not suitable for using a sword.

After thinking about it for a while, he thought of Wen Qi's Heavenly Plague body, and said, "Can there be a tripod-shaped magic weapon?"

The old man was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted and laughed: "Yes, yes, senior, wait a minute!"

With that, he turned around and walked out of the private room.

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At the same time, in an inn in this city, a young man meditated cross-legged, his face bloodless, as if he was doing exercises to heal his wounds.

But after a few breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes, put on his robe, rushed directly to the window, broke through the window, and fled away at a very fast speed.

Just as he was leaving, several monks dressed in the same costume broke down the door.

One of the sturdy middle-aged men had a grim face, glanced at the broken window, and snorted coldly: "Chase!"

Whew!

The young man was extremely fast, and after passing through a few alleys, he hid his aura under a few dodges, disappeared into an imitation city, and blended into the bustling crowd.

And at this moment, in Wanhua Pavilion, Su Jiu, who was looking at a small ding, his eyes immediately flashed, and he looked out the window.

"Dialect?" Su Jiu's eyes narrowed, and he secretly explained a few words to Lin Ling, asked Wen Qi to wait here, and then stood up from his seat.

As soon as he got up, he disappeared into the private room.

The old man's heart suddenly sank, but he was even more determined that Su Jiu was extraordinary, so in the face of Lin Ling and Wen Qi, he didn't dare to slack off.

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"Stop!"

"Where to run!"

In the midst of the crowd, the group of monks who were chasing the dialect were completely unrelenting, and they quickly followed the city, shouting loudly.

The dialect's complexion changed again and again, but they didn't expect that they didn't know how to restrain themselves when they arrived in a crowded place.

So after gritting his teeth fiercely, he hit a mouthful of essence blood and increased his speed to the extreme.

After a few breaths, he moved away from the imitation city and ran out of the city.

"I actually took the initiative to go out of the city, I really wanted to die!" Among the group of monks in the rear, there was a young man who smiled fiercely, and he didn't know what means he used, but his speed increased in an instant, catching up with the dialect.

"Damn!" Fang Yan's face was extremely pale, blood was biting out between his teeth, and he rushed out of the city and disappeared into a mountain forest.

"Hehe, what's the matter? Desperate, you want to take the initiative to deliver food to the demon beast?" The young man burst out with a burst of spiritual light, and he actually dodged and stopped in front of Fang Yan.

Fang Yan hurriedly stopped moving, but at this time, the monks from behind also chased after him, and surrounded Fang Yan in an instant.

"Hand over that drop of true blood, that's not a holy thing that someone like you can imagine!"

Someone spoke gloomily, approaching the dialect step by step.

Fang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and grinned: "What do you mean that people like me can think of? That drop of true blood is something in my dialect!"

"It's because you shouldn't be delusional!" Fang Yan took out a somewhat broken spirit sword in his hand, exuding a kind of anger all over his body.

"Hmph! It's really a toast and don't eat and drink!" A middle-aged man in the middle of Jindan stepped forward, raised his hand, and conjured up a huge light palm, and with a snap, he flew out of the dialect and smashed it to the ground.

"Poof! ahem—"

The dialect wiped it from his mouth, and a few broken teeth mixed with blood flowed into his palm, arousing the unwilling anger in his heart: "That drop of true blood was obtained by fighting for my life and dying for a lifetime, do you want it?"

Fang Yan snorted, staggered up from the ground, and stared at the man who had just made the shot.

"Boy, do you really think we won't dare to kill you?!" the middle-aged man squinted, as if he was also provoked, and his tone was extremely unkind.

Fang Yan sneered: "Okay, kill me, then no one in this world will know the whereabouts of that drop of true blood!"

"No," Fang Yan's tone paused suddenly, and then grinned, "Maybe someone will find out there after I die, but ...... That person is definitely not a bunch of brutes like you!"

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