readx;? When Lan Mingge stepped forward, she flipped through the stalls at random, picked up the small powder grass at random and looked at it carefully, sure enough, the orange-yellow spiritual liquid in her dantian seemed to be very happy, and released a wave of heat, nourishing her dantian warmly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info quickly recalled the books and jade slips she had read, and found no record of this herb ever being used.

What kind of spirit strain is this?

With a sweep of his eyes, among the bunch of herbs, there was also a smaller powder grass wrapped in it, Lan Mingge picked it out, put it in front of him, and asked the stall owner: "What kind of herb is this, it is pink and tender, and the color is so beautiful!"

The stall owner is a middle-aged Qi refining monk in his thirties, his stall has not been patronized for a long time, and it is also that he wandered from the far east to Luoyun Zongfang City in the south, in order to settle down, he specially took out the spirit plants dug up in the Yunmeng Mountain in the east in the storage bag to try his luck. Unexpectedly, one afternoon, no one cared about the spirit grass in the stall.

"This is a spiritual plant that can collect sunlight, called the sunflower. It is said that when ripe, it can extract the power of light from the sun. The middle-aged stall owner said in his heart, you don't understand, how can the monks in the south understand the magical plants of the East.

"How do you sell this sunflower?" Lan Mingge felt a burst of joy in his heart, the sunflower, the power of light, no wonder the orange spiritual liquid in his body was beating, it turned out to be the reason for sensing the sunflower.

The middle-aged monk glanced at Lan Mingge in surprise, he came out to set up a stall, and many people asked, what is the name of these spirit grass seedlings, and after hearing this, they all shook their heads, and left, the first time he saw the person who asked the price after asking the name, it was still a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl monk.

Maybe this girl was squandered by a cultivator family who gave the spirit stone, no wonder the color of the sunflower was good-looking, and she didn't look interested in the function he introduced at all.

Immediately afterwards, Lan Mingge's eyes carefully looked at the pile of seedlings on the stall, probably because no one cared, more than a hundred seedlings were scattered and disorderly. Lan Mingge picked up one of them, put it under his nose and smelled it, this seedling emitted a sharp thin bud, if you don't look carefully at the root of the fine bud has tiny jagged teeth, you can't find that this is a dream grass at all. It is the main elixir that can refine the Dream Returning Pill. It's a pity that the Nine Grades of Returning Dream Pill, the required Dream Returning Grass must be more than eight hundred years old in order to exert its due medicinal effect.

A glance swept over it, and there were nine small grasses like this, arranged in a messy manner. Lan Mingge raised her hand and picked up these ten inconspicuous grasses, and put them together with the seedlings of the sunflower, she asked the price just now, but the stall owner opposite did not answer at all, and looked up in surprise, the middle-aged monk actually showed an expression of disbelief that she wanted to buy,

"Fellow Daoist, how much do you want to sell these seedlings?"

Only then did the middle-aged monk react, glanced at Lan Mingge, and said tentatively, "Three spirit stones." ”

It's too cheap!" Brother Lan Min said secretly in his heart. The three herbs that I bought at the stall over there just now cost five spirit stones, and now there are a total of twelve small seedlings, and they only cost three spirit stones. It's really cheap.

Thinking in his heart, Lan Mingge took out the twelve medicinal herbs into the storage bag, took out three spirit stones, and handed them to the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk who was originally tentatively saying the price saw Lan Mingge take out the spirit stone without hesitation, and instantly regretted it, and couldn't help but wonder if the price he asked for three spirit stones was too low.

"Sure enough, it was a short-sighted low-level family who actually bought a bunch of garbage!" Suddenly, a woman's disdainful voice came from behind Lan Mingge. "It's really a unique sight, a pile of garbage actually cost three spirit stones. ”

Lan Mingge turned his head to look, only to see a beautiful young woman snuggling up to a man, her eyes showing an undisguised contempt. That male correction is Han Yan, the young master of the Han family in Huadu City. The woman who spoke out was none other than Yu Xia'er, a female cultivator that Han Yan had just subdued. It stands to reason that a small low-level Qi Refining Stage cultivator would not dare to challenge Lan Mingge of the twelfth layer of the Qi Refining Period, but with the support of the arrogant Han Yan, Yu Xia'er didn't have any scruples, and directly ridiculed Lan Mingge.

Han Yan saw Lan Mingge turn around, the corners of his mouth slanted, revealing a wicked smile. Wrapping her arms around Yu Xia'er's waist tightened, Yu Xia'er seemed to get a hint, she glared at her, opened her mouth and said loudly: "Look at your young age, you really haven't seen the world, take a bunch of weeds as a treasure, it's purely a loser!"

Lan Mingge laughed for a while in his heart, Han Yan took advantage of the women around him to make a provocative statement, and wanted the two women to quarrel in front of the public, do you see a joke? This flower capital city Han Yan really has the potential to be a squirrel, even if he arrives in the Fang City of Luoyun Sect, he still does not show any restraint. As everyone knows, what she said just now not only belittled her, but also insulted the middle-aged stall owner who sold the young plants in disguise.

Lan Mingge turned his head and ignored it at all. With the cultivation of two lifetimes, as for being like a little woman in the Qi refining period, let alone facing Han Yan who was unreasonable and laughing!

Ignoring the enemy is the greatest counterattack.

"This fellow Daoist, why do you say that these herbs of mine are rubbish?" the middle-aged monk was not happy and asked Yu Xia'er.

Yu Xia'er was originally sneering at Lan Mingge, but seeing that Lan Mingge ignored it and was about to go to the next stall, she was a little annoyed, and when she heard the middle-aged monk ask her, she blurted out: "I said that garbage is garbage, and messy weeds are also sold as herbs!

The flesh on Yu Xia'er's waist tightened, and Han Yan's arm strangled hard, signaling her to shut up. I didn't expect Yu Xia'er, who was beaming with pride, to be wrong, and even pointed to the stall that Lan Mingge had just patronized, and added: "You have spirit stones, quickly buy this pile of garbage back!"

This time it stabbed the hornet's nest, and before Lan Mingge could react, more than a dozen stall owners surrounded him, surrounding Han Yan and Yu Xia'er in the middle.

Originally, because these stall owners sold herbal seedlings, there were not many monks who patronized them on weekdays, but they didn't expect that there was a customer of Lan Mingge today, and they selected a lot of unsalable spirit plant seedlings on weekdays, and they all secretly paid attention to whose beach Lan Mingge went to next, and if there were seedlings that were selected, it was also a kind of income. When they saw that Lan Mingge had actually spent three spirit stones to buy twelve seedlings of a middle-aged male cultivator, they all hoped that Lan Mingge would choose his own stall next. Unexpectedly, a little female cultivator who didn't know the height of the sky would actually insult the spirit plants they sold as garbage!

"This fellow Daoist, what kind of garbage do you say?" the middle-aged male cultivator was the first to attack.

Yu Xia'er was stunned by the question, and saw that more than a dozen stall owners had surrounded her, and the arm holding her thin waist had quickly withdrawn.

Han Yan, who has always been arrogant, was silent. Did Han Yan dare to defend himself? The disaster was caused by Yu Xia'er, and Han Yan was still sullen in his heart! Originally, he came out of Fang City for a walk, but he didn't expect Yu Xia'er to follow him like a dog's skin plaster, and saw Lan Mingge choose materials from a distance, and motioned for Yu Xia'er to come out and laugh, so that everyone could take a look at Lan Mingge's jokes, but he didn't expect that Yu Xia'er, who had no brains, would actually cause trouble!

Seeing Yu Xia'er's eyes looking at Han Yan on the side, another stall owner asked: "This female Taoist friend, we sell our things, why do you say that our things are garbage, even if they are garbage, what does it have to do with you?"

"Yes," the well-organized market suddenly became lively, although it was in the world of cultivating immortals, like the mortal world, there were still many monks who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and a group of monks suddenly surrounded by a group of monks watching the excitement. pointed at Yu Xia'er one by one, and there were many discussions.

Fortunately, Luoyun Zongfang City has a strict management system, and monks are not allowed to use mana in Fang City, otherwise, those bad-tempered stall owners are estimated to have already done it.

"I -----" Yu Xia'er's face was flushed: "I ---- I didn't mean that!"

"What does that mean?"

"I ----"

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