"Remember that Xia Yuan's progress in martial arts was extremely slow because of his injuries, right?" Xia Qingchen said secretly.

In my memory, Xia Yuan's cultivation was much higher than Xia Xun's at first, but later for some reason, he was deeply injured, and his cultivation slowed down and was surpassed by Xia Xun.

If he hadn't encountered Thunder Fire Jiao, since he had encountered it, then he would buy it, and sweep away the old illness for Xia Yuan and restore his cultivation ability.

But there is only one voucher.

If you buy Thunder Fire Coke, you will not be able to buy Dragon's Blood Powder materials.

After thinking about it, Xia Qingchen asked the shopkeeper: "I exchange the divine coupon for thunder fire coke and dragon blood scatter materials, can I exchange the rest of the things?"

The temple's collection has never been for sale.

But it is said that it can be exchanged for something equally precious.

The shopkeeper was an old man in a long shirt with gray hair and bulging eyes.

Since Xia Qingchen came to the counter, he has been immersed in planning the plate, and he has never looked at Xia Qingchen directly, and he is extremely arrogant.

"The temple only accepts rare and curiosities, and don't take out any mortal goods. The old man in the long robe glanced up at Xia Qingchen, and lowered his head to do his own thing.

The severity of his attitude is truly uncomfortable.

Xia Qingchen glanced at him lightly and said, "Sell martial arts." ”

He crisscrossed the galaxy, defeated countless enemies in his life, and collected not 10,000 but 8,000 martial arts.

Among them, there are many fine products, and any copy can cause a shock in the martial arts world.

"Martial arts, yes, but the low-grade goods of the yellow level don't need to be sold, and our temple won't accept them. The old man in the long shirt looked Xia Qingchen up and down with his eyes, and he didn't think that a young man could sell any superior martial arts.

Maybe it's a family heirloom stolen from the family, right?

"Just look at it. Xia Qingchen was calm, took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the counter, and hand-wrote the first two hundred words of the martial arts called "Treading Snow and Seeking Plum Blossoms".

The shopkeeper looked at it lightly, only glanced at it, and said: "The rules of the temple, the martial arts should be complete, if you don't trust the temple, please find another home!"

If a book of martial arts is written in its entirety and is written down, isn't the person who sells martial arts empty of money and goods?

But the rules of the temple are very domineering.

"I suggest that you take a hard look at the two hundred words I have written. Xia Qingchen said indifferently.

Can the martial arts he wrote with his own hands be simple things?

The shopkeeper looked over, looked at the two hundred words of martial arts, and waved his hand: "It's just ordinary goods, take it!"

It's like chasing flies.

Xia Qingchen shook his head: "Seeing that you are holding a shelf, I thought that my eyesight would be very high, but it turns out that I don't know anything, forget it, this martial art is sold to you, and you can't tell whether it is good or bad." ”

This "Treading the Snow and Seeking Plum Blossoms" is a yellow-level mid-grade attack martial arts, with profound and extensive content, and among the medium-grade martial arts, it is among the top.

Although he only wrote a beginning, if he has enough eyesight, he should be able to taste the extraordinary mystery of martial arts.

It's a pity that this shopkeeper has an empty temper and his eyesight is really poor.

The shopkeeper was sarcastic, naturally displeased, and snorted in his nostrils: "Ignorant child! The old man is the third-ranked treasure connoisseur in Yun Lonely City, and the treasures he has identified in his life are piled up higher than the mountain, and his eyesight is high, and he can't tolerate the evaluation of a child who hasn't grown any hair!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the paper, pointed to the martial arts on it, and said, "In your martial arts, the internal strength operation, the ups and downs of the moves, and the connection of the movements are all the inferior of the inferior, at most it is just a yellow-level low-grade martial art, right?"

Cloud Lonely City, a yellow-level low-grade martial art, is usually a inheritance that a hundred martial arts families must fight for.

But for the temple, the yellow-level low-grade martial arts are nothing.

"What kind of place is my temple? Will you accept such inferior martial arts?" The shopkeeper pushed his hand, stuffed the paper into Xia Qingchen's arms, and waved his hand like a fly: "Take your treasure back and hide it well!"

Xia Qingchen chuckled, didn't pick up the paper, let it fall to the ground, and turned away.

The word is not argued, not a word is explained.

Watching him leave, his nostrils snorted coldly: "Something that has no eyesight!

Looking down, the paper that fell to the ground.

He picked it up, crumpled it up haphazardly, and threw it into the garbage basket outside the door.

But the paper ball flew in the air, and was suddenly grasped steadily by an old but swift palm.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, his face changed greatly.

He was extremely arrogant, and his attitude changed 180 degrees.

He trotted quickly in front of the comer, hunched his waist, and smiled with a smile on his face: "The old hall master is coming, and the small one is far away!"

The shopkeeper's heart is beating.

The one in front of him is the last hall master of the temple, Zhen Nantian!

Twenty years ago, the first powerhouse of the Shenxiu Principality was known as the myth of martial arts!

The cultivation is peerless, and it is powerful in the world.

It wasn't until he fought with the Martial Demon Venerable Gu Qianji and was defeated by him that he went into hiding and returned to his hometown Yungu City to create a temple.

The present lord of the temple is succeeded by his son.

He lived in seclusion behind the scenes, recuperating in the inner layers of the temple for a long time.

I don't necessarily show up once in a few years.

Today, he actually came to the middle floor for the first time and arrived at the counter he was responsible for, how could he not be under great pressure?

The old hall master asked, "This is what the young man wrote just now?"

The old hall master is the old man Xia Qingchen met just now, Zhen Nantian.

Beside him is his favorite granddaughter, Zhen Zhilan, who is also a famous flower in the famous Lonely City.

"Yes!" the shopkeeper was puzzled, how could the high-ranking old hall master care about this?

Zhen Nantian unfolded the paper ball and looked at the two hundred words of martial arts on it.

Zhen Zhilan leaned over curiously, glanced at it a few times, and said, "It's normal, it should be a low-grade martial art." ”

She also thought that Xia Qingchen would come up with some amazing martial arts to sell to the temple.

It seems that Xia Qingchen is just a talker, but in fact he is nothing special, let alone a master.

Zhen Nantian quietly put away the paper ball and asked, "What he wanted to exchange just now, he sorted it out." ”

Well?

The shopkeeper was even more confused, why did the old hall master really care about this young man?

Doubts are doubts, he still truthfully sorted out ten copies of the materials of the dragon's blood powder, a piece of thunder and fire coke, carefully packaged it, and sent it to Zhennantian.

"Hmm. Zhen Nantian took it, looked at the shopkeeper, and said, "Go to the temple account room to receive 200,000 taels of silver, and then go home to recuperate." ”

Well?

The shopkeeper raised his eyes, his eyes full of confusion.

Who do you mean?

Zhen Zhilan was also shocked by his grandfather's words, pointed to the shopkeeper, and said, "Grandpa, you mean him?"

Zhen Nantian said lightly: "Is there a second shopkeeper at the scene?"

Puff –

The shopkeeper was so frightened that his legs were weak, he knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and said, "The old hall master is gracious, where is the old slave not satisfied?"

"Yes, grandpa, what are you doing, what are you doing, so you can dismiss Master Jia in a dignified manner!" Zhen Zhilan felt that grandpa was old and confused, so he dismissed Master Jia for some reason.

Master Jia is the third-ranked treasure appreciation master in Yungu City, and he was invited by the temple at a great cost.

Without any reason or warning, how can you fire people?