The interior of the fairy mountain is not as short as it seems, and the space here has been infinitely expanded, but looking at the area, it is more than the domain of a country in the mortal world.

In front of a mountain gate in Xianshan, a green cow as big as a hill also laughed.

This green cow's eyes are vicissitudes, as if he has seen all the joys and sorrows in the world, and the aura it exudes is a few points stronger than the real emperor!

Qingniu looked into the distance, looking at the endless void, as if through the vast space, through the infinite mountains, looking at the baby in red.

Qingniu smiled and said: "What an idiot, why should Lao Tzu choose between life and freedom? Of course Lao Tzu wants both, otherwise why would Lao Tzu have to die for such a long time?"

After Qingniu finished speaking, the huge bull turned its head, looked at the west, and said slowly: "Dead monkey, Lao Tzu is waiting for you, but don't let me be disappointed." ”

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At night, just after the third watch, somewhere in the Xuanqing Palace, the lights were bright.

One by one, the genius disciples of the three sects of the Proud Coming Kingdom walked out of their respective temporary places of residence and headed towards the brightly lit place.

An ugly-looking man, and a fat man, who were also one with the flow of people, also headed towards the meeting place.

These two people are naturally He Xiaoshi and Zhu Qian.

After the time of half a pillar of incense, this place with a large space was filled with more than 30 people.

These people have a calm atmosphere, and they all exude a certain sense of arrogance between their gestures, and their cultivation is all in the foundation building realm, and it can be said that there is no weakling.

In the venue, a young man wearing a Confucian robe and an elegant temperament, after seeing everyone sitting down, said with a warm smile: "Thank you for giving Xuan a face, it is a great honor to be able to come here as promised, and at the same time, on behalf of Xuanqing Palace, welcome everyone's arrival" After speaking, he hugged his fists around, and greeted acquaintances from time to time, looking exquisite.

As soon as the monk surnamed Xuan finished speaking, the young man who was sitting in front of the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect and had a three-point resemblance to Mu Yonghan said impatiently: "Xuan Huangzhu, I haven't seen you for two years, why is there still so much nonsense about you? ”

The Xuanqing Hall and the Heavenly Sword Sect had been disagreeing with each other for some years, and it seemed that this kind of battle had spread to all the disciples.

Xuan Huangzhu glanced at this person, his eyes flashed slightly, and his expression remained unchanged and said: "Since Brother Mu is so anxious, Xuan will no longer say much, let's start the first item of this assembly, if you have anything to exchange, just take it out." ”

After finishing speaking, Xuan Huangzhu sat in his seat for a long time, looking at each other with a smile.

"Here are three 300-year-old Lingzhi grasses here, and I want to exchange them for a Tsukidan," a middle-aged man dressed in black with a gloomy face, his hands on the table, and three herbs that exuded a rich aura and shimmered with a little emerald green light appeared on the table.

The place where this person did it was a little far away from the three sects, and his aura was chaotic, so it was obvious that he was a loose cultivator.

After this person took out the medicinal herbs, everyone fell silent, obviously not interested in this, and some of the sect disciples with powerful aura even looked away with a look of disdain.

After a few breaths, an embarrassed look suddenly appeared on the face of this loose cultivator, it is no wonder that Ganoderma lucidum grass is not a rare thing, the year is not long, this person wants to exchange for Tsukidan, it is already a bit wishful thinking.

After seeing that everyone looked indifferent, the black-clothed Sanxiu coughed a little embarrassed, and was about to put it away.

At this moment, the handsome-faced blonde man from the Barbarian Ghost Sect suddenly spoke: "This fellow Daoist, with only three Lingzhi grasses, it is impossible to exchange it for Tsukidan, but I am willing to produce some spirit stones, I don't know if you are willing?"

A look of hesitation appeared on the black-clothed Sanxiu's face, but he nodded after a moment.

Then, the two of them began to deliberate with a slight movement of their lips.

The rest of the people were not interested in it.

After a while, the blonde man exchanged three hundred spirit stones for three lingzhi grasses.

Sanxiu looked at the heavy bag of spirit stones, and put it away with a few smiles on his face.

The blonde man took the spirit grass and looked at the black-clothed scattered cultivator, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

The first deal ended uneventfully, and everyone took out their belongings and said what they wanted in exchange.

This small-scale exchange meeting is in full swing......

He Xiaoshi looked at the strange things that these disciples took out, which could be regarded as an eye-opener, but his spirit stones had been looted by Mo Xiaoyao and Liu Qingtian, and he was shy at this time, and he didn't encounter anything he liked, so he kept silent.

However, the next moment, He Xiaoshi could no longer remain silent.

The bearded sword cultivator who sat next to the two Yin Yang sword bodies in the Heavenly Sword Gate suddenly said loudly: "I have a medium-grade spirit weapon-level flying sword here, and I must exchange it for a Gathering Spirit Pill," After this person finished speaking, he looked towards the center of his eyebrows, and a blue flying sword with a cold air and sword intent appeared in front of his eyes.

"Senior brother, this flying sword is something that is related to your life, how can you?"

At the moment when the bearded sword cultivator took out the flying sword, a girl with a mole on her lips behind this person said in a somewhat anxious voice.

"Senior sister, senior brother, I have failed to tie the pill twice, the Gathering Spirit Pill allocated by the sect is not enough for Brother Wei to try to tie the Dan again, once the Dan is successful, the master will promise to find a good sword for Brother Wei, if the Pill fails, what is the use of this flying sword?" said the bearded sword cultivator with a resolute face.

The girl with a mole on her lips behind her suddenly sighed as she stopped talking.

"Are there any Daoist friends who are willing to exchange?" The bearded sword cultivator turned his gaze around everyone's faces and asked lightly.

He Xiaoshi looked at the cold flying sword not far away, and his heart was extremely excited, the sword technique he cultivated without regrets was cold, and it was extremely compatible with this sword, and he was also in urgent need of a flying sword now.

It's just that......

Where did He Xiaoshi get such a rare thing as the Gathering Spirit Pill?

If you want to get a pill, you have to take the Gathering Spirit Pill, and the more the number of Gathering Spirit Pills and the higher the grade, the higher the probability of the monk's Gathering Pill, so generally speaking, there is no monk in the foundation building realm who is willing to give up the Gathering Spirit Pill that has been obtained so hard and then give it away.

It can be seen that the preciousness of the elixir is so much!

He Xiaoshi looked at the blue flying sword with burning eyes, but he could only sigh regretfully in his heart.

The blue flying sword was quietly suspended in front of the bearded sword cultivator, but no one spoke, especially the disciples of the Xuanqing Palace, who were reluctant to even raise their eyelids.

Xuanqing Hall is a major cultivator, and Taiji Xuanqing is the meaning of the supreme level of Taoism in the mortal realm, so naturally he will not be hot with a flying sword.

As for the three loose cultivators, they didn't have the ability to exchange for this sword.

Seeing this, the bearded sword cultivator showed a look of disappointment on his rough face.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded: "This senior brother, I am willing to exchange, but my Gathering Spirit Pill is a high-grade elixir, and my senior brother is just a medium-grade flying sword, I'm afraid something is wrong, right?"

He Xiaoshi's heart moved slightly, the owner of this voice was Xia Han.

"Doesn't this woman have a flying sword, and the grade is definitely higher than the flying sword of the bearded sword cultivator, what is the use of this sword?" He Xiaoshi couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

The bearded sword cultivator's face showed ecstasy, and he hurriedly said: "It turned out to be Senior Sister Xia Han, Shizun is very appreciative of your talent, since Senior Sister is willing to take out the Gathering Spirit Pill of the imported products, Senior Brother is willing to give out another thousand spirit stones in addition to this flying sword, so good?"

The crystal light in Xia Hanmei's eyes flickered a few times, then she nodded and probed with her fingers, and a golden elixir the size of a dragon's eye with a wisp of silver spirit pattern wrapped around it flew towards the bearded sword cultivator.

Everyone looked at the Gathering Spirit Pill, and their eyes all showed a blazing color, but Xia Han had a strong background and extremely strong strength, and no one really had evil intentions.

The bearded sword cultivator's hands trembled slightly, and he took the Gathering Spirit Pill, as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world.

The next moment, this person reacted, hugged his fist at Xia Han with some surprise, and said sincerely: "It's that the senior brother is a little out of shape."

Then, the bearded sword cultivator held the flying sword in his hand, wiped his right hand against the flying sword body, and then under the slight movement of his divine sense, the flying sword that emitted cold flew towards Xia Han.

"Senior Sister Xia Han, I have erased the divine consciousness attached to the flying sword, this sword is now an ownerless thing, you can take it, in addition, this is a thousand spirit stones, please put it away," said this, the bearded sword cultivator flipped his right hand, and a large bag of spirit stones appeared in this person's hand.

Then, with a slight throw, the spirit stone and the flying sword flew towards Xia Han almost at the same time.

Xia Han unceremoniously put the two away, and then sat in his seat, his eyes slightly drooping, and he looked cold and unwilling to talk to others.

The exchange meeting continued, but with the experience of the Gathering Spirit Pill and the Zhongpin Spirit Weapon, everyone's interest in exchanging gradually decreased a lot, and the quality of the exchanged items became more and more unbearable.

Even a rookie like He Xiaoshi has lost interest.

The exchange meeting is gradually coming to an end.

At this moment, a voice lacking in qi came out of the mouth of a loose cultivator: "There is an attacking fist technique here, called the eighth-level collapse, and I want to exchange it for two hundred spirit stones." ”

After everyone heard this, they all rolled their eyes, this eighth-level collapse fist technique was indeed extremely sharp in attack, and it could even rank in the top five among the attack techniques that the entire foundation building monk could perform, but its consumption of spiritual power had reached a terrifying level.

It can be said that once the eighth-level collapse is cast, the spiritual power will be exhausted, and if the enemy is not directly killed, the person who casts it will only sit and wait to die.

Therefore, this eighth-level fist collapse method is just a chicken-like existence, and this loose cultivator actually exchanged it in front of these genius disciples, no wonder these people are so disdainful.