Ten minutes later.

Yang Yifan stopped at a stall.

His gaze swept over the stall as if nothing had happened, and when he passed a black fruit, a subtle glimmer flashed.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected harvest here!

With Yang Yifan's insight and the assistance of the Divine Doctor's Treasure Book, Yang Yifan could see at a glance that this seemingly unsightly fruit was actually a very toxic medicinal material, and once it was taken, the non-exclusive second-level antidote pill could not be saved!

This poison is called the moire fruit, and the name is very fairy, but in fact it is extremely ugly, and the whole body is pitch black, like black charcoal.

Originally, Yang Yifan didn't have any interest in this thing, but when he thought that Xi Yu happened to need this poison to cultivate, he had the idea of taking it into his pocket.

"Boss, how do you sell this elixir?"

Yang Yifan casually pointed to a relatively common Qingling grass and asked.

The boss, a middle-aged man in his forties, was half-leaning in his chair at this time, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep. Hearing that business came to the door, he opened his slender eyes, and a trace of shrewdness flashed in the depths of his pupils.

"Qingling grass, one hundred elixirs, ten nine hundred elixirs, buy a lot of discounts."

The boss said casually.

"Oh." Yang Yifan frowned: "Your elixir is a bit expensive." ”

According to the market, Qingling grass is worth fifty elixirs, and this guy asks for a lot of money and has an expression that Yang Yifan has taken advantage of, which is exactly what he said.

"Expensive?" The boss smiled lightly and said, "It seems that the little brother is a knowledgeable person, since this is the case, I won't give you much nonsense, so let's do it, seventy elixirs a plant, this is cheap enough." ”

Hearing this, Yang Yifan shook his head slightly: "It's still a little expensive." ”

Seeing Yang Yifan shaking his head again, the boss's face was a little unsightly, he frowned, and was about to say something, but at this time, Yang Yifan spoke.

"That's it, there's nothing wrong with one Qingling grass in the Seventy Spirit Pill, but boss, you have to give me a few other elixirs."

This can be regarded as a small routine for buying things, originally according to Yang Yifan's current net worth, there is no need to bargain so much, but he is also idle, and it is fun to bargain when he has nothing to do.

As he spoke, Yang Yifan pointed to a few Yangyuan flowers on the side.

Compared to Qingling Grass, the value of this Yang Yuan Flower is much higher, and a Yang Yuan Flower requires a minimum of 1,000 spirit pills.

Naturally, the boss would not be willing.

He smiled and said, "It's okay to give you some gifts, but the Yang Yuan Flower can't be given to you, and you can pick the rest." ”

There were nothing of value on the middle-aged monk's stall except for Qingling grass and Yangyuan flowers, they were all things between elixir and medicinal herbs, such as hundred-year-old mountain ginseng, lingzhi and so on.

Of course, it can be seen from the middle-aged monk's words that he did not know the value of the moire fruit.

A cloud pattern fruit, if it is placed in the hands of a cultivator refining poison, I am afraid it can be sold for a high price of 10,000 spirit pills!

Frowning, Yang Yifan looked reluctant, sighed, and said, "Okay, then pick a few pieces." ”

As he spoke, he took out seven hundred elixirs, and after taking away the seven Qingling grasses, he picked up the black cloud pattern fruit casually.

Seeing that Yang Yifan took away the most worthless moire fruit, the middle-aged boss showed an imperceptible sneer in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

In his opinion, he took advantage of it.

Yang Yifan also showed a faint smile on his face, this is the benefit of picking up leaks.

"Put things down!"

But just as Yang Yifan was about to pack up the cloud pattern fruit, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Hearing this voice, Yang Yifan's brows furrowed.

A young man pushed Ren Lian away, walked over, and glanced at Yang Yifan up and down, with a proud face.

Behind him, followed by a white-haired old man, the old man's breath was strong, and a faint aura of arrogance emanated from his body, about the cultivation of the fourth layer of the foundation.

On the side, Ren Lian, who was pushed away, was very unhappy, but he still lived most of his life, and his eyes were very vicious, and he could see at a glance that the young man's identity was extraordinary, and he dared not speak out.

Yang Yifan didn't seem to hear it, and put away the moire fruit by himself.

Seeing this scene, the young man's eyes showed a trace of annoyance, and his face became gloomy.

"Boy, I told you to put things down, didn't you hear?!"

Yang Yifan's eyelids raised slightly, glanced at him, sneered, and did not speak.

"What do you mean!"

This sneer completely made the young man angry, his face was gloomy, and there was a hint of threat in his eyes: "It seems that you don't know my identity, I am the young master of the Tang family!" ”

"Young Master of the Tang Family?!"

Hearing these four words, although Yang Yifan didn't feel anything, the middle-aged boss and Ren Lian were shocked at the same time, and there was a shock in their eyes.

The middle-aged boss hurriedly said: "I don't know that Tang Shaoda is here, forgive my sins, forgive my sins." ”

Ren Lian also quickly walked to Yang Yifan's side, lowered his voice and said: "Master Yang, the Tang family is the largest family in the cultivation world of Lingyuan City, and it is famous for its one-handed poison technique, and it is said that the Tang family's major cultivation is amazing, don't provoke it!" ”

"Did you hear that?" When the young master of the Tang family heard this, a trace of arrogance flashed on his face, and he sneered: "If you know each other, quickly put down your things, otherwise, you will never go out of this Yunquan Town!" ”

Yunquan Town forbids all fighting, which is why Tang Yun is so threatening.

In the face of Tang Yun's threat, Yang Yifan just glanced at him lightly, and spit out two words with disdain on his face:

"Sick?"

"What did you say!"

Tang Yun's mood exploded instantly, and endless anger appeared on his face!

"I bought something, why should I put it down?" Yang Yifan said lightly.

"You bought it?"

Tang Yun snorted coldly, and said to the middle-aged monk with compassion: "I will let you sell that black fruit to me now, what is your opinion?" ”

"No opinion, no opinion."

The middle-aged monk was just a casual cultivator, and his cultivation was only one layer of foundation, so he was naturally unwilling to disobey Tang Yun's intentions, but at this time, he also reacted, the black fruit should not be a simple thing, so his mind was also alive.

He looked at Yang Yifan and said, "This gentleman, please return the black fruit to me, I won't sell it." ”

Tang Yun glanced at the middle-aged man, with an expression that counted him as acquaintance, and then his gaze fell on Yang Yifan, and said fiercely: "Did you hear it, boy, hurry up and hand over the things!" ”

"Hand it over?"

Seeing this Tang Yun so arrogant, a trace of coldness flashed in Yang Yifan's eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I just won't hand it over today, what can you do with me? The Tang family? Scold! What a thing! ”()

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