Back to the wind valley, Xiuzhen Dafang.

The middle floor, outside the White Dragon Pavilion.

Gu Qing walked between the monks.

'This Yunyan rune treasure is not brilliant, compared to the golden knife rune treasure of my year, the grade is a lot worse, if it is placed on weekdays, at the price of thirty-five medium-grade spirit stones, the purchase of this treasure is undoubtedly a slight loss, but at this time, the monks in the market gathered, and the price of all kinds of rune treasures has risen, especially the rune treasures in large stores such as Bailongxuan, it is the price of thirty-five medium-grade spirit stones, which is considered normal.

Between thoughts.

Gu Qing went to Fang City for a layman.

His gaze swept around the stalls.

Until he was about to leave the Xiuzhen Dafang, Gu Qing didn't fancy anything anymore, until he passed by a stall at the end of the Fang City, his gaze suddenly froze, and then his footsteps stopped.

On the stall here, there are many strange things, such as blood-colored human skulls with many holes, dried corpses of unknown monsters, quaint scabbards with dark red rust, oil lamps burning ghostly fires, etc., only to feel eerie and terrifying at a few glances from a distance.

Among these objects, there is a skeleton with a slightly jade luster, this skeleton sits in the center of this stall, and at the center of its eyebrows, there is a slightly blurred gray mark, with a terrifying divine power, condensed but not dispersed.

'Huh? This thing......

Gu Qing narrowed his eyes and stepped forward.

He quietly glanced at the cultivators in the field.

There are a total of thirteen monks around the stall here, six of them cover their bodies with their robes, and the remaining seven people don't seem to know each other, and their cultivation is qi, all of them are in the middle stage of qi refining.

Gu Qing retracted his gaze.

He looked behind the stall.

There, sitting cross-legged, stall owners, also under the cover of their robes.

Gu Qing immediately sent a message to the stall owner and said, "Dare to ask Daoyou, how to make this skeleton? I look at this skeleton, it seems that there is a divine soul power that does not disperse, but I don't know why?"

When the stall owner heard Gu Qing's voice, his stiff face under the black robe changed slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Gu Qing a few times: "This person's soul power is so powerful!" Could it be that this person is a foundation-building cultivator?

I thought so.

The stall owner replied to Gu Qing with a vague tone: "This skeleton is the remains of the foundation, and I don't know the rest, if you are interested, you can take this body away with a hundred spirit stones."

Gu Qing's undetectable jaw.

He took a closer look at this skeleton, and then leaned out his divine sense to scan it inch by inch, and found that although the appearance of the skeleton here had turned into a light jade color, with a powerful divine sense, through the jade skin of the skeleton, forcibly probed the inside of the skeleton, and he immediately found that the bone marrow of this skeleton had long been empty.

Even if it was really the remains of the foundation building, this skeleton was of little value if it had fallen to such a situation.

Gu Qing frowned.

He sent a message to the stall owner again: "This skeleton has long been strong on the outside, one hundred medium-grade spirit stones, it is true that some lions have opened their mouths, I am willing to give out twenty medium-grade spirit stones to purchase this treasure."

Hearing this, the stall owner here did not have the slightest look of loss on his stiff face under the cover of his robe, but his eyes lit up, and his expression flashed with joy.

'Where's the big wrong?' Except for the Divine Soul Mark, which still has a bit of value after trying to peel it off, this skeleton is no different from a waste product, and someone is willing to spend twenty medium-grade spirit stones to buy it. In the heart of the stall owner, there was some mockery.

While mocking in his heart, the stall owner replied in a rather solemn tone: "Twenty medium-grade spirit stones, which is really a bit less, but since Daoist friends have spoken, I am willing to give Daoist friends this face, twenty medium-grade spirit stones, Daoist friends can take away this skeleton."

Gu Qing glanced at the stall owner deeply.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the masking robe.

The stall owner felt a little uncomfortable.

Gu Qing didn't hesitate, he took out twenty medium-grade spirit stones and handed them to the stall owner,

Then, as if casually, he pointed to the other two objects on the stall: "This scabbard and the flying sword are counted as additions."

"This ......"

The stall owners were reluctant at first.

But he glanced at the twenty medium-grade spirit stones in his hand that exuded dazzling aura, and only struggled a little in his heart, and this trace of reluctance quickly dispersed, and he pretended to sigh, responding to what Gu Qing said.

"Alas! How about losing money and making money, how about giving this scabbard and flying sword to Taoist friends together? Fellow Daoists, please get it quickly!"

Gu Qing said, "Thank you very much."

said.

He put away the scabbard and bones, and held a flying sword in his hand that was not good-looking, which could be regarded as a low-grade magic weapon, urging the blood-colored spiritual power in his body, and twisted it inch by inch on this flying sword, and immediately sacrificed it.

This hand made the stall owner and the nearby monks all stunned, even if it was a low-grade magic weapon, it could be cultivated so easily, and it was definitely not something that could be accomplished by ordinary cultivation in the later stage of qi refining.

"Farewell."

Gu Qing nodded to the stall owner and went to the Fang Market.

Soon, Gu Qing went out of the cultivation workshop.

Gu Qing quietly glanced at several directions behind him.

Under his eyes, there was a rich cold light.

'Six tails?'

He could sense that there were six deliberately hidden auras, which were following him closely at the moment, most likely because they had spied on his wealth, so they had some crooked thoughts and were ready to intercept and kill the monks who were against him.

Gu Qing hooked the corners of his mouth.

He sneered in his heart: 'Is this treating me as a fat sheep, but I don't know who is the prey and who is the hunter!' I'm looking forward to it, looking forward to the moment when you catch up and die!

He urged the blood-colored spiritual power in his body, and threw the flying sword in his hand that was not good-looking forward, only to hear a snort, the flying sword suddenly broke through the long wind, turned into a blood-colored sword rainbow, and shot forward.

Gu Qing let out a long roar.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, his figure was already soaring into the air, stepping on the blood-colored sword rainbow that he threw out, and rushed to the sky.

Shout!

The sound of a sharp wind breaking suddenly became loud.

Gu Qing turned into a blood-red light and walked towards the direction of the Idle Crane Sect, and suddenly disappeared into the sky.

The development of things was somewhat unexpected by Gu Qingzhi.

Just a few breaths later.

He flew no more than thirty miles, and the six breaths that followed him before had all disappeared, no longer following.

The reason why these six monks gave up intercepting and killing him was that there was a group of monks sent by the three immortal sects back to Wind Valley in front of him, about fourteen or fifteen people.

Gu Qing greeted two of the two cultivators of the Xianhe Sect who were familiar with each other, and asked about it, only then did he know the reason why this group of monks appeared here.

Now, the monks of the three immortal sects in the Huifeng Valley have been ordered to block the entire Huifeng Valley, strictly guard against it, and avoid conflicts between monks in the Huifeng Valley.

It seems that the extra money is not going to be earned.

It's okay to do less killing.

Gu Qing's heart was slightly lost.

He said goodbye to the two familiar cultivators of the Idle Crane Sect among this group of monks, turned into a blood-colored retreat and continued to hurry.

Half an hour later.

Gu Qing returned to the Xianhe Sect without hurry.

Within the range of the Idle Crane Sect, in a relatively hidden mountain forest, he pressed the light of escape, and then cast the Dragon Sword Step, avoiding the same door, and rushed to the cave mansion that he had given to Ren Chan.

"This Nizi, changed the formation? I hope she hasn't given away or sold this cave to anyone else."

Gu Qing stood in front of this cave mansion, in the middle of a forest, on the thick trunk of a towering giant tree, he touched his chin and muttered to himself, and then sat here cross-legged, waiting quietly.

He didn't want to look for Ren Chan and Lin Tingxue with great fanfare, and then give away those few magic weapons, after all, he was going to give Sun Yufu this person

made a move, and after that, he might be listed as a traitor by the Xianhe faction, if Ren Chan and Lin Tingxue were implicated, it would not be his wish.

Gu Qing sat quietly like dead wood.

Occasionally, the fellow monks who passed by here were Gu Qing who had not noticed that the trunk was under the cover of the branches and leaves, and in the evening of the second day, Ren Chan finally walked to the cave from a distance alone.

Ren Chan has changed a lot.

As Gu Qing expected, her cultivation had reached the sixth level of qi refining.

Her figure has become tall and plump, and her temperament is calm and cold, which is obviously different from the somewhat neurotic female baby that Gu Qing saw in Feilei City, Huaining County, in that house.

But Ren Chan doesn't seem to have changed anything.

She looked in anticipation, hiding a bit of cunning, she carried a long piano case behind her back, between the mountains and rocks and streams, jumping and walking through the familiar road, bouncing and jumping, lively as before.

Just at this moment.

Her face was slightly pale, obviously injured, I don't know who she had a conflict with, and she suffered a secret loss.

Gu Qing's heart moved.

"Senior Sister Ren Chan."

His voice sounded on Ren Chan's side.

Ren Chan's figure was stunned.

"Senior Brother Gu?"

She replied with a little surprise.

Ren Chan looked around.

There was gurgling water under her feet, and there was the sound of the mountain wind blowing the trees in her ears, and her eyes had searched around, but she had never seen the dead face of Senior Brother Gu Qing in her memory.

Gu Qing continued to convey the voice to Ren Chan, his tone was indifferent, and there was no emotional fluctuation: "Gu is in the mountains and forests in front of Senior Sister Ren Chan, and this time I came here to give a few things to give."

Ren Chan heard the sound.

Her footsteps turned, and she quickly ran towards the mountain forest where Gu Qing was.

A moment later.

Ren Chan went up with his sword and came to the trunk of Gu Qing's plate.

The pale white light dissipated.

Ren Chan, who showed her figure, stared at Gu Qing's back.

After a long time, seeing this dead-faced Senior Brother Gu Qing again, Ren Chan's heart was slightly nervous, and she felt a little at a loss not knowing what to say.

It wasn't until Ren Chan's gaze swept over Gu Qing's shiny bald head that she turned her head with a smile and tentatively teased: "Senior Brother Gu, I haven't seen you for many days, why did you shave your head?"

Gu Qing did not respond to Ren Chan's words.

He glanced at Ren Chan coldly.

Ren Chan was stunned and stood with her hands down.

It's strange to say.

was looked at by Senior Brother Gu Qing so coldly, her sense of helplessness disappeared cleanly and without a trace, as if she had returned to Huaining County again and met this Senior Brother Gu Qing for the first time.