Thirty medium-grade spiritual weapons were delivered to offset the price, Xing Yi took Chen Xi out of the Treasure Pavilion, Ning Yuan Zidan was an unexpected gain, although Chen Xi's current aura was not enough to break through to the crystallization stage, but with Zidan in hand, there was always some more protection, if Chen Xi could break through smoothly, the rumor that Han Guang stopped in the late stage of the Phantom Sea would be self-defeating. Xingyi is in a good mood here, Chen Xi fiddled with the ring on his finger and was a little sullen, thirty medium-grade spiritual weapons, thirty thousand third-grade qi gathering pills, if they were exchanged for silver, it would have to be a lot, but now that he has changed to such a purple elixir, no matter how you look at it, it is a loss-making business, but fortunately, when he left the Treasure Pavilion, the teacher exchanged twenty medium-grade spiritual weapons for twenty thousand three-grade qi gathering pills, compared to the purple pill, this transaction is worth it.

Looking at Chen Xi with a painful face, Xing Yi gently patted the top of his head, and then pointed to a luxurious restaurant not far away: Money is something outside the body, and you know how to make trade-offs for the teacher, and the biggest trade-off at the moment is to go to the Tianxia Spring Restaurant for a big meal, do you think it's good?

Chen Xi snorted, and the fragrance of delicacies went straight to his nostrils, at the moment of food, what is not a loss has long been left behind, pulling Xingyi's sleeves, Chen Xi ran all the way to the outside of the spring gate of the world. At this time, a group of people gathered at the gate of the spring of the world, several sturdy and strong men in red suits surrounded an old man, the old man held his head with both hands, his gray hair was messy, and his greasy clothes were shiny, and the big man in the red suit rained down on the old man's thin body like fists and feet, and one of them laughed and scolded while beating: Cheap bones, if the uncle is happy to fight today, he will reward you with a bowl of wine money.

The old man not only shouted pain, but waited until his fists and feet gradually stopped, but raised his head, showed an obsessive smile, and smacked his lips and said: Okay, good, just hit it, don't forget to buy wine for the old man.

Chen Xi, who was approaching all the way, separated the crowd, and saw a group of big men beating an old man, his heart was angry, he reached out to catch the fist of a big man, and shouted: How can you beat the old man like this, do you let the dog eat it with your conscience?!

Another big man shouted: It's your business, Lao Tzu is not beaten in vain, if you beat him enough, give him a bowl of wine to drink, one is willing to fight, and the other is willing to suffer.

Everyone coaxed: Don't be nosy, or you will be beaten together!

The old man who was curled up on the ground suddenly stood up at this time, patted the footprints left on the shiny glossy robe, and said to Chen Xi a little unhappily: Don't let me beat, don't let you buy me wine.

Chen Xi was almost choked to death by the old man's words, and just wanted to speak again, Xing Yi walked to Chen Xi's side and said slowly: There are many injustices in the world, one more is not more, one less is not less, let's go.

One of the big men who beat the old man heard Xingyi's words, exchanged a look with the others, clenched his fist with one hand, and pressed the bone joint on the fist with the other hand, making a clicking sound, and said to the sloppy old man: Uncle is not happy today, the wine, it's gone, let's go!

After saying that, he separated the crowd and walked away. Watching the big men leave, the sloppy old man sat on the ground like a child, pointed at Chen Xi with a handful of snot and tears: It's all your fault, the old man is so pitiful, he can't even drink a bowl of wine, who can pity me.

When he cried too much, no one in the crowd stood up, the old man suddenly stopped crying, rushed to the side of a loose cultivator, picked up someone's fist and slapped his face twice: Good Samaritan, if you don't beat me out of anger, I will never fight back, you can give a bowl of wine to drink.

Looking at the somewhat crazy old man, the crowd of onlookers dispersed, Chen Xi shook his head and sighed, took out a jar of fruit wine from the ring and handed it to the old man, and then was pulled by Xingyi into the spring of the world. The old man holding the wine jar immediately burst into tears and laughed, impatiently slapped open the wine seal, raised his head and poured a sip of fruit wine, a cold breath went down his throat into his stomach, he shivered coldly, and scolded: What the hell is this wine, little bastard, what kind of cold stuff did you get, you want to freeze my old bones.

Before he finished scolding, the cold air that fell into the stomach suddenly turned into a scorching airflow, and the pores that had just contracted because of the cold opened instantly, and a fragrant wine smell accompanied by a loud wine burp rushed to his mind.

The thief looked at the crowd around him, and the old man seemed to feel that the whole world was going to grab his wine jar, so he carefully wrapped the wine jar in his arms and ran out of Huaiyuan City like a wind.

Above the Tianxia Spring Restaurant, Chen Xi couldn't help but look at the old man's appearance, Xingyi picked up a piece of cod and put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and after a glass of fruit wine was down, he also showed a satisfied look.

Chen Xi broke off a reed chicken leg and asked while gnawing on it: "Teacher, why did you stop me just now, if we can't even protect an old man, what's the use of cultivating Zhen?"

Xing Yi slowly poured a glass of wine, stared at Chen Xi and asked: If it were you, the few big men just now, with their fists and feet, you might hold on and not say a word?

Chen Xi immediately replied: Yes!

Xing Yi smiled, raised his head and drank the fruit wine, exhaled a sip of wine and said: But what if you are the old man just now?

Chen Xi thought back to the sloppy old man, with gray hair and thin body, and frowned: Don't say silent, even if you don't die, you only have half a life left.

Xingyidao: So, don't you think it's weird?

Scratching his head, Chen Xi suddenly realized: It turns out that the old man is also an extremely powerful cultivator.

This time it was Xingyi's turn to frown, his fingers slowly tapped on the desktop, and after a while, Xingyi said: I can't detect a trace of energy fluctuations on his body, it shouldn't be a cultivator, this old man is very weird.