Volume 1 Disciples of the Immortal Sect Chapter 39 Preparation

At the entrance of the Huifeng Valley Xiuzhen Workshop, a pale cyan light fell, revealing Gu Qing's appearance.

At this time, Gu Qing was not wearing a masking robe, nor was he disguised, let alone his aura with his divine sense, as soon as he landed, the eyes of many monks nearby were concentrated.

"It's an outer disciple of the Idle Crane Sect!"

"The cultivation of the fifth layer of qi refining is ......"

The cultivators talked a few words with people they knew well.

"This person seems to be called Gu Qing, and he is a first-order talisman master."

Several Jinyangmen disciples who were wearing red robes and were very conspicuous, and Gu Qing was in front and back, and among these people, a well-informed young man looked at it a few times and actually recognized Gu Qing.

Gu Qing didn't care about the eyes around him, blended into the crowd, and soon entered the Xiuzhen Dafang again.

He came here to sell the three low-grade magic weapons that the female cultivator who was killed on the Yuzhu Beach that day, and the low-grade magic weapon long sword that he used to carry behind his back, as well as the evil cultivator who Qingyang Town killed with the ice blade talisman that day, and some five-colored barge miscellaneous spirit sand obtained, in addition, he had to supplement several low-level pills, and a few rune papers.

Of course, the most important point is that what you do must be in line with the identity of Gu Qing, an outer disciple of the Xianhe Sect.

Half an hour later.

Walking out of a shop called Wanbaolou, Gu Qing pocketed the ninety-seven spirit stones, but there was some slander in his heart.

The so-called shopkeeper bullied customers, and he saw it today.

Four low-grade magic weapons, among which the black seal is the best of the low-grade magic weapons, plus dozens of taels of mixed spiritual sand, he only exchanged for less than one hundred and twenty low-grade spirit stones, and after supplementing some low-grade elixirs, only ninety-seven lower-grade spirit stones remained.

This is also thanks to the identity of this outer disciple of the Xianhe Sect.

If you don't have this identity, just an ordinary fifth-layer loose cultivation of qi refining, then these few things, in this Wanbao Building, can be exchanged for more than eighty lower-grade spirit stones, which can be considered good.

Gu Qing stood on the opposite side of the Wanbao Tower, looking at the endless stream of monks entering and leaving the Wanbao Building in front of him, and made a thoughtful look.

Soon, he moved and blended into the crowd again.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Gu Qing came to this Wind Valley Cultivation Workshop, in front of the deepest shops, there were almost no monks set up here, and the monks who came and went became sparse.

He walked into a deserted shop called Tianfu Pavilion, and when he entered the door, he saw a bald and sloppy old man lying on a rocking chair with his eyes squinting and pretending to sleep.

"Stains! Gu boy, you are still alive! ”

The old man sensed that Gu Qing had entered the door, Huo Ran opened his eyes, and his figure came to Gu Qing's side in a flash, with a somewhat obscene greasy smile on his face, and stroked his sparse beard.

"Thanks to the blessing of Senior Li, the younger generation survived by luck, no, I came to take care of Senior Li's business again." Gu Qing hooked the corners of his mouth, and a smile naturally appeared on his face, "I'm here to buy a few stacks of medium-grade rune paper and some ordinary low-level spirit ink. ”

"Well said, well said."

The old man surnamed Li nodded again and again, but his eyes became more and more strange, and he didn't turn around until he saw that Gu Qing was a little hairy.

Gu Qing looked at this person quietly, took out a few piles of rune paper and several kinds of spirit ink, and lined them up on the counter on the right side one by one.

Li Hengyang is the shopkeeper of this store called Tianfu Pavilion.

Gu Qing had come to this Heavenly Rune Pavilion many times in the past, and most of the rune paper and spirit ink he used to draw spirit runes were purchased here, and he also had some friendship with this Li Hengyang, but now when he saw this person again, he suddenly realized that this person's cultivation was simply unfathomable.

With his current divine soul strength, if the monks below the foundation building period do not cover up, their cultivation can be seen through at a glance.

And this Li Hengyang, in his opinion, is just a mortal old man.

"The younger generation is going to Tianbei County, I don't know if I will have the opportunity to return to this cultivation workshop in this life, in addition to purchasing these few things, I am saying goodbye to Senior Li." Gu Qing took a few steps forward, picked up four stacks of rune paper from the counter, and pointed out more than a dozen pieces of bamboo mist spirit ink ink strips, and said abruptly.

Medium rune paper, a pile of ten, usually priced at nine low-grade spirit stones.

Bamboo mist spirit ink, is a kind of low-level spirit ink, can be seal painting a low-grade spirit rune, seal painting in the spirit rune also has a certain success rate, but limited by the quality of the spirit ink, this success rate is very low, the corresponding price of this bamboo mist spirit ink is also very low, this two ink strips, a piece only needs three lower grade spirit stones.

"Tianbei County? What are you doing in that bird place? ”

Li Hengyang frowned, and asked a question, he glanced at the two things that Gu Qing picked up: "Eighty-four lower-grade spirit stones, count your kid eighty lower-grade spirit stones." ”

"The younger generation doesn't know, but according to the uncle in the door, he is a blood relative who went to replace him." Gu Qing smiled wryly, took out eighty lower-grade spirit stones and handed them to Li Hengyang.

"It's a great place to go, take care of yourself."

Li Hengyang stretched his brows, glanced at Gu Qing deeply, and said slowly, after Gu Qing nodded heavily, he took the spirit stone, put it away with the remaining rune paper and ink strips on the counter, and lay back on the rocking chair with a shake of his body, closing his eyes and recuperating.

When he stepped out of the threshold of this Heavenly Fu Pavilion, the remnant sun in the distant sky happened to shine on Gu Qing's side face, he squinted, and suddenly looked back at Li Hengyang who was on the rocking chair, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Gu Qing's heart moved slightly, and he left directly.

Just after he left.

Li Hengyang, who was lying on the rocking chair, hooked the corners of his mouth, his eyes opened and closed slightly, and an inexplicable look flashed in it.

……

Out of the Tianfu Pavilion, Gu Qing went all the way out of the Xiuzhen Dafang.

He sensed it carefully, and found that no one was following him, so he found a remote mountain forest, put the black-robed hat on his body again, and then patted the storage bag on his waist, and took out a metal medium-grade magic weapon flying sword, which turned into a pale golden light, and suddenly, fell in front of the Xiuzhen Dafang again.

"It's time to get down to business."

Gu Qing's heart moved slightly.

He noticed a few glances at him, and simply stared back with a huge divine sense, and with a muffled snort, the eyes of several monks even shed bloody tears.

"It's not good, it's a monk of the Great Perfection Realm of Qi Refining!"

"This fellow Daoist, we have no intention of offending ......"

The monk who was watching him nearby immediately screamed in a miserable manner.

"Your Excellency is too domineering, isn't it?"

A deep voice sounded beside him, and Gu Qing raised his eyes to take a look.

The eleventh layer of Qi refining, with a somewhat heroic countenance, bulging chest, and a purple dress, should be the female cultivator of the Purple Cloud Sect.

"Heh......"

Gu Qing smiled wistfully and ignored this woman.

Entering the Xiuzhen Dafang with a flicker, Gu Qing randomly found a shop called Bailongxuan, and when he entered the door, he first took out the seventeen medium-grade spirit stones obtained from the Qiu Wanli storage bag, added hundreds of lower-grade spirit stones, and exchanged them for twenty medium-grade spirit stones of the water genus in his pocket.

This will be used for future cultivation.

This Bailongxuan is a shop that is no less than Wanbaolou, and after Gu Qing finished changing the spirit stone, he walked around it.

Soon there were several exclamations from the monks.

However, it was Gu Qing who pretended to be a black-robed person in the Great Perfection Realm of Qi Refining, who spent 5,300 low-grade spirit stones to purchase 5,000 pieces of low-grade rune paper, 1,000 pieces of medium-grade rune paper, 100 pieces of high-grade rune paper, and 500 taels of bamboo mist spirit ink worth 3 lower-grade spirit stones every tael, and 10 taels of Bailu spirit ink worth 80 low-grade spirit stones every tael.

Bai Longxuan's shopkeeper hurried over with a smile on his face, such a large transaction, even Bai Longxuan is not common.

A few quarters of an hour later, Gu Qing left Bailongxuan, turned around and walked into the opposite shop, and a few quarters of an hour later, he left the opposite shop and entered the shop next door......

I walked around until the second day.

Coming to a place not far from the Heavenly Fu Pavilion again, Gu Qing stopped.

He groaned in his heart.

This time, it is emptying the family.

First, he spent 5,300 lower-grade spirit stones to purchase rune paper and spirit ink, and then spent 400 lower-grade spirit stones to purchase the corpse control technique.

That iron corpse, if it can be used, is also a great combat power.

The secret technique of transferring the remnants of the soul in the soul banner was not found.

However, it took more than 400 spirit stones to purchase two low-grade magic weapons that could seal the lotus sword qi and the fragments of the golden sword, so it could be regarded as two hole cards.

I also spent eighty low-grade spirit stones to purchase the jade bottle that could store the suspected blood of the ancient demon, I don't know if it's worth it.

After all, that Liu Gang is just a suspected ancient demon.

Although I have heard of the name of the ancient demon in the past, but I have never understood it in detail, this time I was almost pitted by the stall owner who sold extraterritorial travel notes, a blind and fabricated travelogue, and I actually asked for one hundred and twenty lower grade spirit stones, am I so like a wronged leader? If there was no reminder from the female cultivator of the Purple Cloud Sect on the side, it was really possible to be fooled this time.

The broken big bell magic vessel was sold by a Taoist friend who knew the goods, and it was exchanged for two hundred and sixty low-grade spirit stones, which was unexpected.

A water top-grade magic weapon flying sword, although there is nothing special, but 1,900 lower-grade spirit stones, it should be worth it.

Although the Thirteen Liang Guanhua Spirit Tea cost two hundred and thirty lower-grade spirit stones, it is rumored that this tea is very beneficial to the condensation of the first-order runes, but I don't know if this rumor is true or false.

A vat of 100 catties of second-order spiritual spring water prepared for cultivating jade crystal rice, and the spiritual soil of a second-order spiritual field, cost a thousand lower-grade spirit stones, which was an expected cost.

In the shop of the Yunluan faction, in the news of Tianbei County that was purchased for sixty lower grade spirit stones, it was directly pointed out that Sun Sheng's blood relative was Sun Sheng's own grandson, but it was a little interesting, did the Yunluan faction not look at the Xianhe faction at all now? ”

He turned around and walked towards the Xiuzhen Dafang Outsider.

At this moment, Gu Qing, in addition to the twenty water medium-grade spirit stones used for cultivation, only seven hundred and forty-two intact lower-grade spirit stones remained, as well as thirteen used lower-grade spirit stones.

The situation in Tianbei County, Gu Qing had already learned from the Yunluan Sect's shop, and its complexity was far beyond his imagination.

Nothing else will be mentioned for the time being.

The nine villages that built Jiuzhai Hanshan City alone can be counted as nine small Xiuzhen families, which are nominally under the jurisdiction of the Xianhe faction, but in fact, these Jiuzhai have already harbored ghosts.

And the reason why Sun Sheng exchanged his grandson back was because under the management of his grandson, the first-order spiritual vein outside Hanshan City had a lot of problems, and it was very likely that it would turn into a waste vein in recent years, and the entire Hanshan City would turn into a peerless place at that time.

This guilt needs to be taken up by a person.

"If that first-order spiritual vein really becomes a waste vein, I'm afraid that the deacon disciples of the Xianhe Sect who manage that spiritual vein will be torn apart by the monks led by Jiudazhai within the scope of Hanshan City." Gu Qing sneered in his heart, as soon as he went, he would probably become the deacon disciple of the Xianhe Sect who was torn apart.

But if he didn't go, Sun Sheng would be able to kill him first.

Even Sun Sheng didn't need to make a move, just a casual sentence could make him, a little monk of the fifth level of qi refining, die silently.

Gu Qing had already arrived at the entrance of the Xiuzhen Dafang at this time, he looked at the direction of the Xianhe Sect in the distance, and a cold light flashed in his vague eyes.

"I really can't do it, so I can only run."

His figure flickered, and he landed on the golden flying sword, turning into a pale golden light, flying towards the direction of the Idle Crane Sect.

This time, there were no monks tracking him, after all, the monks who peeked at him before, the scene of blood flowing in their eyes is still vivid, this is obviously a very difficult to provoke Qi refining Great Perfection grumpy cultivators, except for the senior monks in the foundation building period, which one dares to touch its edge?