Su He's body shook and appeared on the altar, attracting everyone's attention.

Brush!

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman took the lead in looking at Su He, and a trace of killing intent flashed in her eyes: "Hmph, it's the first time I've seen that the person who was chased and killed by our Tsing Yi Sect dared to appear in front of everyone in such a high-sounding manner." ”

"I don't need to inform Brother Cao, I can kill him!"

"Miss, for the sake of safety, let's inform the young master." The old man behind her said persuasively.

The gaze of this girl in Tsing Yi Sect contained killing intent, and Su He was the first to feel it. And the second gaze with murderous intent that Su He felt was...... Leng Shaoning!!

Su He swept away Leng Shaoning indifferently, the latter was hidden in the white mist, and Su He did not use his divine sense to investigate.

"Fellow Daoists, in the next few questions, seek a few things." Su He clenched his fists and said, "First, find an elixir that can be the best elixir and can heal injuries, such as 10,000-year-old blood ginseng and the like." ”

"10,000 years of blood ginseng! Hey, this kid has a lot of tone. When Su He said the words "Ten Thousand Years of Blood Ginseng", many people gasped.

"Second, look for an elixir that can heal Dao injuries, if you fellow Daoists have it, you can leave a sound transmission jade slip, and I will definitely look for you in the future." Su He then said the second request in the midst of the chaotic noise.

"As for the Dao Injury, could it be that he has a Dao Wound on his body?" Tu Baihua muttered to herself suspiciously.

Immediately, after Su He finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a gloom, and almost no one spoke.

Soon after, a gloomy voice came: "This fellow Daoist, you haven't said anything in exchange. If you don't come up with some real material, I'm afraid no one will come up on stage to exchange with you. ”

Su He smiled and said, "What do you fellow Daoists need?" ”

"The price of 10,000-year-old blood ginseng, Daoist friends know it. Ask Daoist friends to come up with something of the same value as the 10,000-year-old blood ginseng. The man said flatly.

Chu Jinyuan said in a low voice: "It's over, there is nothing in Suhe that can be compared to the 10,000-year-old blood ginseng. This idiot, how can you say that 10,000 years of blood ginseng, this is something that makes the old monster in the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty red-eyed. ”

Su He smiled indifferently, and took out a small bronze tripod from the storage bag, the size of a palm, with a thick white mist overflowing from the mouth of the ding, and a blood net woven of blood on the ding's body wrapped him.

"Is there enough for this?" Su He spoke indifferently.

The little girl from Tsing Yi Men sneered and said, "I dare to take it out and offer it ugly, hmph, if you don't have real materials, please go down, don't waste our time." ”

At this time, Chu Jinyuan said sarcastically: "He Jiayue, what do you know about this little brat?" This is the legendary fog tripod, it is the treasure of the town of the fog capital, in the northern wilderness, in the legend, the person who gets the fog tripod is the holy daughter of the fog capital, and the disciple of the holy lord of the fog capital!! ”

Su He's eyes became indifferent in an instant, he looked at Chu Jinyuan, and muttered in his heart: "You are really not simple, so many people don't recognize this foggy ding, you actually opened your mouth and said it." ”

"Foggy! Fog Ding! As Chu Jinyuan opened his mouth to tell the origin of the fog ding, suddenly, it exploded in the mouths of all the monks like a bomb, and whispering voices came from all around like a spring.

The fog is all in the Northern Wilderness, which can be described as one of the most mysterious forces, no one knows where his sect is, but they haunt the Northern Wilderness all year round.

"There is no basis for your words, why do you say that this is the fog of the fog capital?" He Jiayue was so angry that her little face turned red and said.

Chu Jinyuan said with a smile: "He Jiayue, do you want to bet, if this is the fog ding of the fog capital, you want to play with me for a night, how about it?" ”

"You big rascal, Chu Jinyuan, my mother knows it's you, don't let me catch you, be careful that my aunt picks your skin." He Jiayue roared at Chu Jinyuan like a tigress.

Chu Jinyuan sneered: "Mao hasn't opened up yet, but he still calls himself an old lady, little sister, do you want my brother to help you step into the adult world." ”

"You ......" He Jiayue was so angry that she couldn't speak.

At this time, there were many monks in the eyes of the fog tripod in Su He's hand, and one of them said: "As far as I know, the fog tripod in the fog capital, the white mist in the mouth of the tripod is an ancient thing, with extraordinary power, it can corrode the divine sense, if it is under the blessing of the fog capital's secret art, it can exert a powerful power attack." ”

"Fellow Daoist, please prove that this thing is the Fog Ding!"

"You, you can give it a try!" Su He said indifferently.

"Offended!" This person confessed first, and then, his divine consciousness blasted out like a wave, turned into an angry dragon, and went straight to the fog in Su He's hand. At this time, Su He's eyes flashed with a touch of lunar color, and the spiritual power urged the fog ding, and the fog ding immediately broke away from Su He's hand, and grew in the air against the wind, turning into a three-meter-high big tripod in the blink of an eye.

The white mist in Ding's mouth gathered in the city and jumped into the dragon, tangible and colorful, roared at the person, opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing all the attacking divine consciousness into his mouth, and this suction directly spread to the sea of consciousness of this person.

Seeing this, Su He's spiritual power increased again, and the suction power directly pounced into the man's sea of knowledge, and the man's complexion changed miserably, and even the white mist around him instantly dispersed, revealing a pale man's face, retreating again and again, opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Daoyou is angry, and I believe it!" Seeing that Su He had already moved his killing intent, this person immediately clenched his fists and admitted defeat.

Su He smiled indifferently, slapped the fog tripod with one hand, Jiaolong retreated into the fog tripod, and the fog tripod turned small and fell into Su He's hands.

"Fellow Daoists, do you have anything I need?" Su He said.

Swish!

As soon as Su He's voice fell, a figure appeared on the altar and said lightly: "Although there is no 10,000-year-old blood ginseng here, I have a 'Ten Thousand Spirit Bead' here, which can be exchanged for Wuding with Taoist friends!" ”

"All Souls?" Su He's eyes jumped, and he remembered that when Su He entered the Lost Land, the second senior brother Qin Qi had said that he should bring him a "Ten Thousand Spirit Bead" to him.

"Ten Thousand Spirit Beads!" The monks around him once again exuded a greedy gaze, and they almost wanted to come to power to take away the fog ding of Suhe and this ten thousand spirit bead.

Even Chu Jinyuan and Tu Baihua were looking at each other with greed.

"Shang Ke, please fellow Daoist later, exchange some things in the next place, and exchange them together." Su He looked at the greedy eyes around him one by one, and said lightly: "But I still want to ask, is there any elixir that can heal Dao wounds?" ”

Su He once again mentioned the elixir of "healing Dao wounds", but there was silence around him, some of them didn't have it, and some of them didn't know what the elixir of healing Dao injuries was.

Su He waited for a while, and no one answered, so he sighed: "Then do you know that among the lost earth, there is a place where bones were buried 20,000 years ago?" ”

"Daoyou is talking about 'sea of bones'?" The man standing beside Su He spoke again.

Su He looked at it curiously.