Ji Changmin's gaze fell on the long table, and he couldn't move half a minute anymore, and the glitter on the broken section of the wooden core sword almost blinded his eyes. What did he see, a wooden core sword as short as a dagger, this is a dignified medium-grade spirit sword, a proud work refined by a strong man in the late stage of foundation building, how did it become like this?

Ji Changmin had a hard time believing what he saw, it was even more difficult to accept than when he heard that the wooden core sword was lost, even if the battle between the powerhouses of the foundation building period rarely occurred the damage of a mid-grade spiritual weapon, not to mention that this sword was held in the hands of a disciple of the Qi refining period.

"Senior Brother Li, this sword..."Ji Changmin asked with a bit of a stutter.

"I ran into a very strong monster during the Flame Hell and accidentally broke it." You Lanmu said lightly.

Youlan Mu said this very cleverly, those who knew understood that it was broken by his spiritual power, and those who didn't know thought that it was destroyed by monsters. Although the wooden core sword is only a middle-grade spirit sword, it is linked to the identity of the fourth heir of the Ji family, if it is not necessary, Youlan Mu does not want to attract the revenge of the Ji family.

"A very strong monster? Have you encountered a foundation-level spirit beast? Ji Changmin asked with a pale face.

Sure enough, Ji Changmin thought about it in the direction that Youlan Mu was looking forward to. Youlan Mu glanced at Ji Changmin, fiddled with the remnant sword, and said with a little regret, "I don't know if it's a foundation-level spirit beast, but it is indeed a very strong beast, it can wade through the scorching earth flames at will, and its volume is larger than a small mountain, and it almost killed me." ”

Ji Changmin's heart jumped violently, there is only one kind of spirit beast that is comparable in size to a small mountain in the flame hell, that is, the unicorn dragon, and the unicorn dragon has grown to the size of a small mountain, it is estimated that its strength should be comparable to that of a strong person in the late stage of foundation building, I am afraid that half of its feet have entered the Jindan level.

Ji Changming had a little more awe when he looked at Youlan Mu's neutral gaze, it was a miracle that he had close contact with the unicorn dragon and could survive intact.

Youlan Mu looked at Ji Changmin and asked, "How much do you plan to take back this broken wooden core sword?" ”

Hearing the question, Ji Changming recovered from the shock and looked embarrassed. Although the wooden core sword is good, it has been destroyed, what is the use of buying a broken sword and coming back, if the patriarch sees that he is holding the broken sword to ask for merit, he must not pick it up from any garbage heap for himself.

"The wooden core sword is damaged..."Under Youlan Mu's burning gaze, Ji Changmin's neck seemed to be tightly pinched by iron tongs, and it was difficult to say the words that he shirked later, and finally Ji Changmin gritted his teeth and said, "This broken sword, I am willing to use ten... No, it was taken away at the price of one hundred first-grade spirit stones. ”

Hearing that Ji Changmin quoted a price higher than he expected, Youlan Mu was overjoyed, and immediately handed over the remnant sword.

Ji Changmin took the remnant sword with trembling hands, and a hundred first-grade spirit stones were gone, although this money was nothing compared to his net worth, but it was equivalent to two months of his cultivation, it was fake to say that it didn't hurt meat, but now he could only grit his teeth and swallow the bitter fruit into his stomach.

If a hundred first-grade spirit stones could eliminate the mustard between them, even if there were a little more spirit stones, Ji Changmin would be willing.

Holding the slightly heavy leather bag, Youlan Mu was satisfied, a broken sword used to peel fruit can be sold for such a good price, and it can be regarded as a big profit.

"With such a few spirit stones, can you still be happy? A transaction of at least 1,000 first-grade spirit stones, let you make a hundred first-grade spirit stones, next time you should do what I said, get the spirit stones first, and then use your strength to force the other party to make a deal, so that you can make a lot of money. There was a bandit tone in and out of the army's words.

"Breaking the army, did you often do this kind of thing before?" Youlan Mu asked in Zhihai.

"Marching to fight a war and cultivating the Dao, none of which require a huge amount of resources. The strong have always been fed with spirit stones, if you want to stand in the forest of the strong and compete with the sky, you must first learn how to earn spirit stones, without the assistance of enough cultivation resources, even if you have a good talent, it is useless. ”

Seeing that Youlan Mu was unmoved, Po Jun said angrily, "Which genius is not backed by the top power of the sect and family, you don't earn more spirit stones at this time, when will you be able to surpass those people?" ”

Youlan Mu fell into deep thought, and felt that what Po Jun said seemed to make some sense,

Seeing Youlan Mu's intention to move, Po Jun immediately fanned the wind in his ear and said, "Besides, these spirit stones are originally ownerless things that are naturally raised, why do they draw a circle on the ground and say that they are theirs." Therefore, if you have this kind of opportunity to earn spirit stones in the future, if you don't make a lot of money, you will be sorry for yourself. ”

Po Jun's words were righteous and Lingran, which made Youlan Mu can't help but look sideways.

Ji Changmin, who was standing on the side, saw that Youlan Mu's eyes had changed, gradually turning from excitement to depth, his heart trembled suddenly, and he immediately said goodbye to Youlan Mu.

Youlan Mu, who was still reminiscing about the words of the broken army, subconsciously waved his hand.

Ji Changmin gave Ji Changchuan, who was stiff, a look, and quickly left with the damaged wooden core sword. When the white-clothed disciples around saw the leader running away, they immediately turned into birds and beasts and scattered. The corner of the dining hall that was originally crowded immediately became the emptiest place in the entire Hokuzendo.

"Youlan Mu, why are you stunned, everyone is gone, who are you looking for to ask for spirit stones?" The broken army shouted in Zhihai.

"What spirit stone do you want?" Youlan Mu looked dazed.

"Nonsense, they beat you and you can't hand over some spirit stones to make up for their sins. Usually, when you cultivate, your comprehension is quite high, how come it is that when it comes to the critical moment of earning spirit stones, your reaction becomes so slow. Po Jun looked angry.

The corners of Youlan Mu's eyebrows twitched unnaturally, and she asked, "Po Jun, did your master often ask others for cultivation resources in various names in the past. ”

"It's not that troublesome, when I was in the Abyss Realm before, tens of thousands of troops went to the front of the door, and a few months of eating and drinking came out. Where do you need to find any excuses?. ”

Youlan Mu's face froze, and he had a clear understanding of the demon clan's style of acting.

The Terrans have been at war with the Demons for tens of thousands of years, and the Terrans have always regarded the Demons as vulgar barbarians, and the Demons have regarded the Terrans as hypocritical villains. However, in Youlan Mu's view, the most essential difference between the two is just that one looks good and the other looks ugly, and the ultimate goal is to obtain cultivation resources.

After having dinner in Beishan Hall, Youlan Mu left the dining hall with the newly arrived 100 Yipin Spirit Stones.

Walking out of the door, looking at the bright moon hanging in the sky, Youlan Mu didn't know where to go, and he found that he had no place to live. In the mood for it, he wandered around along the mountain road to pass the long night.

The moon shadow wrapped around the feet, facing the mountain wind, strolling forward, the salsa sound from the bamboo forest was particularly charming, and an anxious heart gradually calmed down.

I don't know how long he walked, passing through a bamboo forest, the scene ahead suddenly opened up, several lights were in sight, and before he knew it, he actually bypassed the black bamboo forest and returned to his former residence.

Youlanmu stood in front of a house, staring quietly, he lived here with Wu Qingniu when he first entered the mountain, so long has passed, I don't know if Wu Qingniu still lives here, Youlanmu pushed open the door and walked in.

Chen Dong was originally sitting cross-legged on the bed and cultivating quietly, but suddenly saw someone pushing the door in, disturbing his cultivation, and he looked at the door angrily.

He just wanted to scold, but as soon as he saw the white clothes on Youlan Mu's body, he immediately jumped off the bed in shock, ran to Youlan Mu, and respectfully asked An Dao, "Senior Brother Chen Dong, meet Senior Brother, I don't know what Senior Brother has to say when he comes here late at night?" ”

Youlan Mu looked at the familiar environment, and had a feeling of reminiscing about yesterday's old dream, but the original owner of the bed had been replaced by the registered disciple named Chen Dong in front of him.

Youlan Mu opened his mouth and asked, "What about the person on the right who makes the bed?" Haven't come back yet? ”

Chen Donghu looked at the bed that had been empty for more than half a year suspiciously, and said, "Senior brother, that person has been dead for a long time." ”

"What? Wu Qingniu is dead! Youlan Mu's pupils shrank suddenly.

Chen Dong glanced at Youlan Mu in surprise, this outer disciple actually knew that sick seedling, he didn't dare to hide it, and said, "Senior Brother Hui, there was indeed a person named Wu Qingniu who lived here, but he died more than half a year ago. ”

"How did he die?" Youlanmu's voice is low and cold, and it seems that even those who are cold can blow a cold wind.

Hearing the murderous aura in Youlan's words, Chen Dong's body trembled slightly, and he said in 1510, "He contracted an incurable disease in the mining area, vomited blood for more than half a month, and finally went." Chen Dong tried his best to speak tactfully, the pressure on him from this outer disciple in front of him was too great.

Knowing that Wu Qingniu was sick and dead, Youlan Mu's cold face gradually relaxed.

"This Wu Qingniu is your friend?" Po Jun asked in Zhihai.

Youlan Mu stood at the door without saying a word, Chen Dong didn't dare to make any sound, and after a stalemate for more than an hour, Youlan Mu sighed lightly and left.

Chen Dong's heart was relieved, and he suddenly spread on the ground, the pressure on him standing next to that person just now was too great, as if there was a faint spiritual pressure pressing on his body, making him breathless.

Suddenly, Chen Dong noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the place where the man was standing, and when he looked closer, he saw two more three-inch-deep footprints on the hard wooden board, and the cold wind gusted behind Chen Dong's head in shock.

Youlan Mu walked aimlessly in the bamboo forest, his eyes were deep, and a faint aura surrounded his body, like a scream, like a dormant, circling and circling, for a long time.

Youlan Mu did not deliberately provoke, but let the aura light cluster stick to his body, or abandon and leave, as if passers-by stopped beside him, and then quietly left.

The night breeze blows, and the bamboo forest moves with the wind, bending over and bending back, involuntarily, which is the general trend and the struggle. The aura belt around Youlan Mu also fluctuated with it, but it was constantly pulling like toughness.

Po Jun looked at the changes in the spiritual power around Youlan Mu in amazement, and couldn't figure out whether Youlan Mu had entered a state of epiphany or suddenly understood something.

Suddenly, a quiet piano song fell from the night sky, gently caressing the dark blue dark lines, making him feel unspeakably comfortable, and the aura around his body, which was originally as tough as bamboo, became as gentle as a wicker.

Youlan Mu slowly stopped, raised his head and closed his eyes, and let the moonlight and piano music pass by. The light sound of the piano makes people feel soothing, and the soft rhythm hovers in the night sky, thinking less, talking less, no laughter, no sorrow, and diluting the heavy mood of many Youlanmu.

Youlan Mu was very curious about who played this piano.

"Pojun, did you hear that? The sound of this piano is so special, it seems to sound directly in people's hearts, making people relax physically and mentally. Youlan Mu said intoxicatedly.

The dark blue ghost pattern absorbs the aura around his body, and there is a trace of warmth, making his whole body warm.

"Koto-sound? You won't be overstimulated and have auditory hallucinations. In addition to the sound of insects in this vicinity, where does the sound of the piano come from? The broken army was surprised.

Youlan Mu was suddenly startled, and suddenly opened his eyes, the sound of the piano was still rippling in the night, why couldn't the broken army hear it?

As the sound of the piano improved, Youlan Mu's expression became more and more solemn, and he found that the dark blue veins actually fluctuated with the tone, as if responding to the call of the piano sound. This piano sound can actually resonate with the dark blue pattern of the Youlan clan!