Fu Lingpei responded to the prestige, and in the northeast corner of Fang City, a young monk's face turned red, ignoring the stalls scattered on the side, and arguing with others with confidence.

"The last time you sold me, it was this black wood pimple," a male cultivator with a Chinese character face who was about twenty or thirty years old was obviously not lightly angry, and raised the black lumpy object in his hand and raised it, "I have found many people to identify it, but it is just a piece of dark iron, how can you tell me that it is an ancestral mineral?" ”。

"Then let me ask you, is it a mineral?" The monk who set up the stall had a pair of black and white eyes, which looked credible, but his eyes were rolling and rolling, and he raised his head and said, "You say, is that ancestral dark iron an ancestral mineral?" Is there a sale of fakes? ”

The male cultivator with the national character face said that he was not angry, and he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight like a mortal person, but he was stopped and dissuaded by his companions.

Visiting the stalls requires eyesight, and the monks who have been nurtured by many legends often expect good luck to be added to their bodies, and they can find a shocking thing from then on, so it is common to be blinded and fooled. This young monk grasped the psychology of the monk, and changed some ordinary things to sell them later, claiming that his family was in the middle of the road and needed to sell his property. Although it is not advisable to do this, it is also flexible. Others also said that he couldn't be wrong, and he could only consider himself unlucky.

The young man smiled proudly and said, "My stall seems to be false and real, you can't tell the difference, so you should be ashamed and retreat." He paused, and then said, "You can all discern it, but if you identify something, I will not give it to him in this stall." However, if you can't distinguish it, you need to offer hundreds of spirit stones once. ”

Fu Lingpei crossed his arms and looked at the things in the stall for a while, feeling quite interested, and said to the monk who set up the stall, "Talking counts? ”

The young man saw that she was a beautiful female cultivator, and she was not very old, but she was not afraid of her coming forward.

"Girl, don't go, Jia Mao's is a family heirloom, and ordinary people can't tell it." The monk next to him saw that it was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old female cultivator, and her beauty was incomparable, so he couldn't help but persuade with pity.

"Yes, yes, this Jia Mao has been following his grandfather to set up a stall since he was a child, and this transformation technique is ancestral, supporting three generations of grandchildren." A gray-haired stall monk next to him also discouraged.

"Jia Mao has been slippery since he was a child, and I haven't seen anyone take advantage of him. Girl, you have to think about it. ”

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Although everyone around him dissuaded him, Fu Lingpei had already made up his mind to distinguish it, so he only turned around and bowed his hand, and said respectfully, "Thank you, but I have made up my mind." ”

Seeing the delicate but unwavering expression in front of them, everyone couldn't help but be in a trance. has such a look, but he is such a lonely person, and it is unrighteous to persuade him. I could only sigh one after another, planning to talk to Jia Mao if she lost too badly.

Fu Lingpei walked to the stall in just a few steps, crossed his arms and pondered.

Jia Mao looked at Xian Yanyan's watery face in front of him, and couldn't help shaking his head, suddenly feeling unbearable, and said, "Girl, you have to think about it." The rules have been set, but there is no room for reversal. But it's too late for you to regret it now. ”

Fu Lingpei glanced at him in astonishment, he didn't expect that this Jia Mao still had the heart of pity and cherishing jade, but he said, "Oh, is it? No, let's get started. “

"This one, the black iron ring wood, is now only 100 years old tree heart, and put it into the flying sword magic weapon, which can increase the sharp qi. Right? Fu Lingpei didn't wait for him to answer, and continued, "This two, Xuanbing Lotus Heart Seed, born in the land of the Extreme North Glacier, blooms randomly in fifty years, and is very precious. Right? "Don't look at Jia Mao, who was already sweating on the top of his head, and then said, "The Nine Suo Dragon Ring Whip, made of the skin faded by the dragon's transformation and added to the Extracted Iron Xuanjing, is weak and boneless and indestructible, and it is a medium-grade spiritual weapon, which can be right."

The people around couldn't help but look at the young female cultivator in front of them in a daze, and felt that life had taught them another lesson. The things in front of him have long been concocted beyond the ground by Jia Mao, but Fu Lingpei told it eloquently, lifting his weight lightly. It can be seen that weakness is not necessarily boneless, and youth is not necessarily ignorant.

Jia Mao was already sweating profusely at this time, knowing that he had met an expert, he didn't expect that this female cultivator had already seen his stall in just a few breaths, and chose the three most expensive, and guessed correctly! This is what has been saved up for so many years, how can it make people a nest?

But the big words have been put down, how can this be good. His heart was fried and fried in a pan of oil, and his mouth moved, wanting to deny it, but he had no confidence.

Fu Lingpei looked at the young monk in front of him who was almost so anxious that there was smoke above his head, the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled, and he said jokingly, "There are tall buildings everywhere in the world, young man." ”

"However, I'll let you go for the time being, and I don't want you more. Give me these nine lashes. Fu Lingpei pointed casually, and his white fingertips were as clean as jade in the sun, almost dazzling people's eyes.

After hearing this, Jia Mao was full of black lines, and he only felt that the person in front of him was shameless, and he didn't say much, so he took the most valuable things on the stall. All the rest of the whips were not worth as much as these nine ropes, and if it weren't for the need to support the façade, he wouldn't have taken them out today anyway. But he didn't dare to dwell on it more, so he hurriedly and silently handed it over, hoping that the trouble in front of him would leave his sight as soon as possible and never come again.

Fu Lingpei took it easily, stuffed it into the storage bag, and without saying goodbye, he directly took a light cigarette step and disappeared from everyone like a fog.

The people next to him were still in a daze, and suddenly saw that the girl in white in front of them had disappeared for a while, and they were suddenly surprised. The male cultivator with the national character face laughed heartily and nodded his head happily. Only the perennial old neighborhood stall repairs are not only painful for Jia Mao, but also can't help but admire the eyesight of the young female cultivators, and there are many discussions.

Fu Lingpei felt hot because there was an extra medium-grade spiritual weapon in the storage bag, so he hurriedly fled and went to the pavilion at the inner gate of Fang City. I think that at the beginning, the spirit weapon was only obtained by chance in a secret mansion after she arrived in the late stage of foundation building, and it was just a low-grade spirit weapon, so it had already attracted many people who were red-eyed. If Jia Mao hadn't been too confident, thinking that no one would have recognized the Nine Whips from the bulging appearance of the green patch, he wouldn't have gotten this sharp weapon. Presumably, this spiritual weapon should have been handed down for several generations and used as a treasure of the town stall.

Fu Lingpei practiced in the pavilion for a long time before returning to the Tianyuan Sect with the disciples of the sect in the fang.

took out the storage bag given by Wu Tianba, and found that there were more than two hundred spirit stones and twenty or thirty refining materials in it, and it was obvious that Wu Tianba had left everything behind. Fu Lingpei couldn't help but sigh, things are opposite, people have two sides, and you can't generalize everything.

Sure enough, it is not bad, it is worthy of being a spiritual weapon, indestructible, and the monk at the peak of Qi cultivation in front of him struck the travertine stone with all his strength, but with this nine-rope whip, a light whip left a deep trace. Presumably, even for the foundation building monks, this power is unstoppable. Fu Lingpei couldn't help nodding secretly.

It's a pity that the spiritual weapon is still too reluctant for her, and the spiritual power of her whole body is almost exhausted after one use, and it seems that it can only be used as a life-and-death situation to turn things around. This spiritual weapon can be used until the Jindan period, which is very powerful.

Fu Lingpei stayed in the cave for seven days, and spent a full seven days recognizing the flying magic weapon and the spirit weapon. Although the white fat bun has a thunderous shape and rough technique, its flight speed is twice as fast as that of ordinary flying magic weapons. And the output of spiritual power is not difficult. However, seven days can only make the flying magic weapon work as expected, but this spiritual weapon is still unfamiliar, so it has to be reluctantly controlled.

Seven days later, Fu Lingpei left for Dongdi as scheduled.

Riding on the white bun, Fu Lingpei sat firmly on the tip of the bag, the white clothes fluttering, the fairy posture was stunning, like a celestial. Of course, not counting that...... White fat bun words. So much so that the monks who passed by her and were in a hurry had to go through the trilogy of "Ah, oh, ha" before laughing wildly. Fu Lingpei couldn't imagine it anymore, because of her thought at the time, the title of "Bao Fairy" followed her for a whole life, so that she later changed to a better flying magic weapon, and it was mentioned from time to time, and she never forgot it.

galloping all the way, Fu Lingpei, who was laughing wildly all the way because of the appearance of this white bun magic weapon, finally arrived at his destination in a hurry day and night. As soon as he landed, he didn't wait to look around, and directly put the magic weapon into the storage bag. Seeing that the white buns had been properly placed and were no longer exposed, Fu Lingpei was in the mood to take a closer look at the building in front of him.

The wall is made of hard bluestone surface, large opening and closing, three-story stone building, the middle door is wide open, and the weather is rough. Two Qi cultivators were guarding the door, apparently the receptionists. Fu Lingpei hurriedly stepped forward and took out the identity plate, and after verifying it, the other party handed her a pass token, informed her of the location of Tianyuan, and let her go directly.

Fu Lingpei had never been here in his previous life, and he didn't know much about this place. I only know that this place is jointly garrisoned by three factions, and each faction has a Jindan monk in charge, but this time she came over, but she listened to the assignment of the predecessor of Zhuji. Walk all the way to see the flowers, and find that the courtyard is arranged in a zigzag shape, although the bluestone inside is rugged, but there is a unique beauty of toughness and solemnity.

"Senior, Fu Lingpei, a disciple of the outer sect of Heavenly Sword Peak, is here to report." Fu Lingpei respectfully took out the nameplate and handed it over.

In front of him, the monk was middle-aged, his beard was unkempt, and his hair was falling on his head like a bird's nest. He rubbed his ears casually, looked at the identity plate in front of him, and saw that there was no objection, so he pointed to the courtyard on the left and said, "It just so happens that a female cultivator also came a few days ago, so you can live in the same courtyard." Anyway, I didn't care about her, and I got busy.

Seeing this, Fu Lingpei also retreated silently and walked towards the courtyard on the left. Strode meteors, clothes and belts fluttered, but after a while, they arrived at the courtyard.

Just as he was about to push the door, he heard a "squeak" sound, and the door in front of him was pushed open.

Fu Lingpei raised his eyes and said who it was, it turned out to be Fu Lingfei. I saw that she was wearing a fallen horse bun, earrings and pearls, but her body was a white neon dress, different from the wide sect robes, with a slender waist, a beautiful na, and a small flower of Qingling Ling.

couldn't help but be surprised, I remember that before she took the task, the deacon clearly told her that there was only one person, so where did Fu Lingfei come from?