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He piled up the bird carcasses, lit a fire, counted them, and got a total of twenty-two mortal crystals.

Yuan Liuliu calculated, one hundred and thirteen weeping blood birds, only took more than twenty spars, some fly in the ointment, he really wanted to let these birds cultivate for some more time, when the time comes, they will grow spars, and the harvest will be great.

Buying and selling spars is a secret matter, and the sect can't let it know, so the other disciples were left on standby, and the original Liuliu, Chengzhuzhu took Zhuo Zangfeng, crossed the canyon, and came to the gate of Yanyun Sect.

Regardless of prestige or scale, the Yanyun Sect could not be compared to the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The old sect master of Yanyun Sect, who was nearly seventy years old, once said, the Heavenly Sword Sect is a brilliant day, we don't even count the dust, and it is a great blessing to be able to get some light.

In fact, it is also a fact that many enemies dare not come here to seek revenge because of their relationship with the Heavenly Sword Sect.

This is also a firefly insect, and it has the glory of the sun and the moon.

The act of buying and selling spars is strictly forbidden in the Heavenly Sword Sect, and it is to explain to the two of them, and they hide in the shadows.

According to their considerations, the little senior brother is a newcomer, and he is wearing the common clothes of the original sect, so he will not be noticed.

The place is a small town, surrounded by mountains, and Yan Yunzong has the most magnificent gatehouse in this town, as well as the largest power.

The sect was full of idlers, and finally found a disciple with a long sword on his back, and the other party only left a surprised look and turned away.

After that, several more disciples with swords appeared, all of whom hurriedly entered the sect without waiting for introductions.

Maybe the other party thinks of himself as a Jianghu Langzhong, Zhuo Zangfeng thought, he has to change his way, and he can't wait for the rabbit like this. So he ran around the corner and muttered to the two senior brothers.

When he stood at the gate of Yanyun Sect again, Cheng Zhuzhu deliberately shouted loudly: "This spar is very good, but it's a pity that you found the wrong person, our Heavenly Sword Sect has never used spars." ”

Spart, Heavenly Sword Sect, these two words are undoubtedly well known to everyone in the cultivation world, and they will naturally arouse people's great curiosity.

Sure enough, after Cheng Zhuzhu finished shouting, dozens of sword cultivation disciples immediately poured out from Yanyun Sect.

Qiu Chunsheng, the eldest disciple of Yanyun Sect, was the first to come out when he heard the sound, and when he saw Cheng Zhuzhu, he greeted him with a smile.

"Senior Brother Cheng, what kind of wind blew you here?"

"Come here to buy some salt, I didn't expect to meet this young man", he pointed at Zhuo Zangfeng and said, "I don't know that our Heavenly Sword Sect has never used spars, so they insist on selling them to me." ”

Qiu Chunfeng glanced at the spar and said with a smile: "Your Heavenly Sword Sect doesn't use spars, that's because there are the most wonderful elixirs in the world, we can't compare, this spar is of good quality." ”

As he spoke, he approached Zhuo Zangfeng, squinted his eyes, carefully picked up a spar, and looked at the sunlight carefully.

All in all, the Heavenly Sword Sect was not allowed to capture spirit beasts, and even the sect master of the Yanyun Sect who admired Meng Taixu also ordered that disciples were not allowed to go up the mountain to hunt beasts, so when they saw the spar, they showed great interest.

Seeing that the other party was on the road, Cheng Zhuzhu retired and said goodbye: "I still have something to do, so I quit!"

Saying goodbye to several disciples of the Yanyun Sect, he quickly left this place, made a detour, met with Yuan Liuliu, and peeked at the situation of the junior disciple's trading of spars.

Qiu Chunfeng looked at it for a long time and asked, "Little brother, how many spars do you have?"

"Twenty-two, all from the hands of the old hunter in the mountains. ”

"Okay, we'll ask for it all, how much silver?"

How much silver, this has been discussed with several senior brothers, they don't use spars, so they are not familiar with the price, Zhuo Zangfeng thought, this is the time to bargain, let the other party speak first.

"Yanyun Sect is a big sect, naturally it will not treat me and other mountain people badly in terms of price, senior brother will give a price, don't lose money, let's make a deal." ”

"According to today's market, a mortal spar is only one hundred taels of silver, so be it, since you have received it, you must have some profit, I will give you one hundred and ten taels. ”

The other party was also refreshed, Zhuo Zangfeng agreed, Qiu Chunfeng counted the number of spars, shouted at the juniors and disciples to bring silver, and picked up the spars and entered the sect.

The spar was shot so smoothly, and a total of two thousand four hundred and twenty taels of silver were obtained, and according to one hundred and one pills, there was still a slight surplus to buy twenty-four pills.

The next thing is to find the Xingzhu disciples and buy the elixir from them, and this matter is naturally handed over to Zhuo Zangfeng.

According to the original Liuliu's statement, the little junior brother is a newcomer, and the other senior brothers don't know each other, so it's convenient to act.

In fact, they were afraid that the matter would be revealed and punished by the sect, so they could only secretly recite a few words of "Amitayus Buddha" to bless the little junior brother with a great victory.

The Xingzhu disciples generally cultivate at the Xingzhu Peak, and without the order of the master, other disciples cannot go up and disturb at will, so they are sent to the mountain pass and look at the towering Xingzhu Peak, and the outer disciples led by the senior brother all stop and gaze at the same time.

Yuan Liuliu unloaded the cloth bag containing silver taels from the shoulders of Chengzhu Zhuzhu, including dozens of taels of silver brought by Zhuo Zangfeng, and other senior brothers who got together, a total of 2,283 taels.

"Little junior brother, you must find a real star disciple to trade, don't be deceived by them!"

"No matter what, just find a disciple, and then collect the pills through him, otherwise there will be a lot of mouths, and if you don't get it right, you will be exposed. ”

Solemnly handed the cloth bag to Zhuo Zangfeng, and Cheng Zhuzhu inserted the best Qingfeng sword that the outer disciples usually practiced into his waist.

"Senior brother, this sword will help you slay demons and eliminate demons, and it will be completed as soon as possible!"

Zhuo Zangfeng nodded, looked at their expectant eyes, turned to look at the white clouds above the mountain peak, and sang:

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will return to the ...... once he is gone"

And then without looking back, he threw the cloth bag over his shoulder and strode away.

This time I went to the Star Peak, and I didn't have any confidence in my heart.

The Xingzhu disciples are selected from the inner family disciples, and their cultivation must reach the level of the first-grade martial arts realm.

On the right side of the Star Peak is the Sword Peak that is chaotic and terrifying, both of which are the places where the disciples of the Star Sect cultivate, with the prestige of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the disciples who can practice at these two peaks are only a hundred.

This shows the difficulty of the path of cultivation.

As the mountain climbs to the top, there are white clouds around you, and under the breeze is the blue sky, and there is also a breeze in the blue sky.

Under such a broad field of vision, Zhuo Zangfeng looked at the majestic Heavenly Sword Temple, and saw the countless houses and buildings surrounding this temple, and there were white clouds floating in front of him.

The boundless vitality flowed above the Heavenly Sword Temple, wandering, and in an instant, he seemed to feel the master's broad mind.

After looking at it for a long time, he came down from the peak and walked towards a place where there was a bamboo fence hut.

Two fiery red birds flew by, took a breath of cool air, saw a wisp of smoky sword light, and hurriedly hid in a clump of green bamboo.

Slowly poking his head out, he saw a Taoist priest with his back to him, and a cold Qingfeng sword leaped in front of him a few feet in front of him.

He was using his divine sense to drive the sword, Zhuo Zangfeng thought, reined in his breath, and quietly walked behind the Taoist priest from the other side of the green bamboo.

At this time, his cultivation was already above the first-grade martial arts realm, and with the full vitality, this Taoist priest who was wholeheartedly controlling the flying sword did not notice that there was someone behind him. (To be continued.) )