After changing to five Qiankun bags full of waste pills, Ling Zheng carefully put them away. These considerable amounts of waste pills are of no value to others, but to him, they are a huge asset.

After that, Ling Zheng found Wang An, who was standing in front of a stall at the moment, unwilling to leave for a long time.

At this moment, Wang An's eyes were staring at the bottle of pills on the stall with extremely eager eyes, and his palms were sweating.

Ling Zheng glanced over and saw the introduction of the bottle of elixir:

Barrier Breaking Pill, a high-grade elixir, after swallowing, can allow cultivators in the Great Perfection Realm of the Spirit Condensation Realm to greatly save the time of impacting the Foundation Building Realm, and increase the success rate of thirty percent.

The medicinal materials required to refine the barrier-breaking pill have extremely strict requirements for the year, and each medicinal material must be at least two hundred years old. In addition, the refining method of this barrier-breaking pill is very cumbersome, and the success rate is very low.

Therefore, although this barrier-breaking pill is a first-grade high-grade pill, in the cultivation realm, the price can directly catch up with the second-grade high-grade pill, and it is still the kind that has no price.

No wonder Wang An's appearance, this barrier-breaking pill is exactly what he is most eager for now who is trying his best to enter the foundation building realm.

Ling Zheng himself was also paying attention to this Barrier Breaking Pill, because according to the current situation, he had purchased five Qiankun bags of Waste Pills with twenty-five first-order talismans, and in the future, his cultivation would definitely be able to improve rapidly.

This second-grade high-level barrier-breaking pill may not be of much use to Ling Zheng of the fifth order of the Spirit Condensation Realm now, but when Ling Zheng cultivates to the Great Perfection of the Spirit Condensing Realm, won't he be able to use it?

Moreover, because Ling Zheng had a non-attribute spiritual vein, every time he swallowed a pill, he would be absorbed by the meridians with ninety and a half percent of the medicinal power, and only half of the medicinal power could be used for cultivation. Therefore, even if he needed this barrier-breaking pill to impact the foundation building realm when he cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Spirit Condensing Realm, the number of pills would be at least twenty times that of other cultivators.

But after just a slight glance at the price of the bottle of Barrier Breaking Pill, Ling Zheng temporarily lost his thoughts about this Barrier Breaking Pill.

Thirty pieces of second-grade spirit jade, or a volume of thunder-attribute third-order spell books!

Thirty pieces of second-grade spirit jade, this is a fair price for ordinary cultivators, it is no different from robbery, and many cultivators will not have such a large amount of wealth in their lifetime.

As for the third-order spell books of the thunder attribute, the value is even more expensive, and it is not something that a barrier-breaking pill can measure at all.

The stall owner is a man in purple who is five big and three thick, because there is a long scar on his face, which makes him look irritable and fierce, and you can know at a glance that he is by no means a good person.

The man in purple swept Wang An's eager eyes at a glance, and after the spiritual sense probed, he sneered, stretched out his hand and pushed Wang An, and said, "Where did you come from, get out, don't delay Lao Tzu to do business!"

The man in purple saw that Wang An's cultivation was only in the Spirit Realm, plus he was dressed ordinarily, he couldn't understand the origin, and he didn't mean to buy it after watching it for a long time.

The force of his push was extremely strong, Wang An tried his best to stabilize his figure, but it had little effect, and the whole person staggered backwards, and fell to the ground with his heels, quite wolf.

The purple-clothed man's sudden attack attracted the sideways glances of many cultivators around him, but these cultivators seemed to know that this purple-clothed man was very difficult to mess with, so they only glanced at it slightly, and then moved their gaze elsewhere.

Wang An sat up from the ground with some frustration, reluctantly glanced at the barrier-breaking pill on the stall, and then swept his eyes and found that Ling Zheng was standing not far away, feeling that he had lost face, so he yelled at Ling Zheng quite angrily: "Look at what, follow me!"

Ling Zheng was yelled at for no reason, and the sympathy for Wang An in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Suddenly, Ling Zheng felt as if someone was watching him, and he turned his head sharply to see the cross-eyed stall owner who had sold him Qiankun bags before.

"Huh?"

Ling Zheng's eyes flashed, and then he silently followed behind Wang An and flew away from the top of Baihe Mountain with him.

Because Ling Zheng watched the whole process of being pushed by someone, Wang An felt very embarrassed, and his attitude towards Ling Zheng became much colder.

Ling Zheng remained silent very familiarly, and did not say a word that should not be said.

After that, Ling Zheng followed Wang An to the mountain gate of Baihe Valley.

After Wang An stopped, he looked at Ling Zheng with a slightly threatening gaze, and said coldly: "Senior Brother Ling Zheng, I think you are a smart person, so you naturally know what to say and what not to say. ”

Seeing that Wang An's address to himself changed from "elder brother" to "senior brother Ling Zheng", Ling Zheng was submissive on the surface, but in his heart he secretly said that Wang An really lacked energy, and he deserved to be trapped in the Great Perfection of the Spirit Condensing Realm.

After listening to Ling Zheng patting his chest and promising that he would never spread today's events, Wang An's face looked better, and he was silent for a while, and said, "In this case, Senior Brother Ling Zheng, you should go back to the door by yourself first." ”

"What's the matter, Senior Brother Wang isn't with me?" Ling Zheng was a little puzzled, but also changed his name.

Wang An said: "I came out this time under the guise of purchasing medicinal materials, and if I want to go back, I have to bring medicinal materials with me." But purchasing medicinal materials is also one of the more important things in the Danfang, and I have to do it alone, so it's inconvenient to take you. ”

Ling Zheng nodded, but he didn't continue to entangle, but just said, "Then I wish Senior Brother Wang a smooth trip." ”

Wang An was in a bad mood, so he didn't pay attention to Ling Zheng at all, and flew directly into the sky, and disappeared after a while.

Ling Zheng watched him leave, but he wasn't too depressed in his heart. He had always been very clear that in Wang An's eyes, he who had revealed the third-order cultivation of the Spirit Condensing Realm, was just a waste with some use value. The relationship between the two has been one of mutual use from the very beginning.

"I don't know what kind of expression you will have when you see me surpassing you in cultivation in the future. ”

Ling Zheng smiled, and then slowly walked along the stone steps in front of the gate of the Hundred Crane Valley Mountain, towards the direction of the Burning Fire Gate.

In Wang An's eyes, Ling Zheng had always been a third-order cultivator in the Spirit Condensation Realm, and if he went back too early and was known by Wang An, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

Since it was not easy to come out once, there was no problem in going back later, anyway, Ling Zheng was in the incinerator gate, except for the errand of dealing with the waste pill, it has always been dispensable.

Thinking like this in his heart, Ling Zheng walked slowly in the direction of the incinerator gate.

About three hours later, the sky was completely dark, and Ling Zheng saw that there was a densely wooded valley not far away, with streams and some hares that popped up from time to time, so he decided to rest here for the night, and by the way, count how many waste pills there were in the five Qiankun bags he had changed.

Ling Zheng easily caught a small hare, which he had done many times since he was a child, and it was not difficult. After that, the hares were washed and stripped by the stream and set up on the campfire.

But as soon as he set up the hare and was about to take out the five Qiankun bags to count, Ling Zheng's ears moved, and he heard an undetectable footstep.

Because he possessed a non-attribute spiritual vein, Ling Zheng's six senses were several times sharper than those of ordinary cultivators, and he knew very well in his heart that the footsteps just now were not hallucinations.

He didn't use his spiritual sense to investigate, because his soul power, which was much stronger than ordinary people, could easily reveal his true strength.

Ling Zheng put his hand into his Qiankun bag and said in a deep voice: "Where is your friend, you might as well show up." ”

"Not bad, boy, you can find me. ”

Some familiar voices sounded, and Ling Zheng followed the prestige, and in the flickering firelight, he saw a well-dressed figure with a very obscene appearance.

In the man's cross-fighting eyes, in addition to the undisguised killing intent, there was also a kind of eager greed.