"Qiankun bag?"

After He Fangwei was slightly stunned, he immediately reacted and his eyes widened.

"Qiankun bag, you have a Qiankun bag?"

No wonder he was surprised, even ordinary monks in the foundation building period did not necessarily have a Qiankun bag, which was a storage utensil, but it was also a status symbol.

Generally, only in the late stage of the foundation building period or the Jindan period, there will be Qiankun bags.

Seeing Han Yi nodding, He Fangwei's opinion of Han Yi in his eyes refreshed again.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to sell Qiankun bags?"

He asked again uncertainly.

Han Yi nodded silently, and then took out the Qiankun bag.

Before coming to Chiyangfang City, he had already taken out the purple jade box containing the Blood Bone Spirit Flower from the Qiankun bag and put it in his storage bag.

He Fangwei caught the Qiankun bag with both hands and carefully identified it.

After a while, he nodded affirmatively: "It is indeed a Qiankun bag, although the space inside it is not large, it belongs to the lowest Qiankun bag, but this is also a Qiankun bag." ”

"Tsk, there are really a lot of treasures on Daoyou."

Han Yi's face remained unchanged: "Shopkeeper He, give me an estimate." ”

He Fangwei did not immediately evaluate the price, but stood up again: "Fellow Daoist, wait a minute, I have to go and ask for instructions." ”

After that, he walked out of the ashram as before.

After a cup of tea exercises, he came back again.

"Fellow Daoist, your Qiankun bag is ready to replace the four extreme yang spiritual objects that you just took out, right?"

Han Yi nodded, this was his purpose, otherwise why would he take out the Qiankun bag.

"Since it is a replacement, it is equivalent to selling and buying."

"Since Daoyou have come so many times, you trust the Kowloon shop, this transaction, my master said, you can give Daoyou the greatest discount."

"I just listened to the meaning of Daoyou, I fell in love with the pure yang spiritual liquid, good eyes, the pure yang spiritual liquid is the most expensive among these spiritual objects, and its compatibility is the best, when refining the pill, there are the least accidents, and it is very popular."

Speaking of this, He Fangwei's face was straight.

"Then, if Daoist friends choose to exchange for pure yang spirit liquid, they can exchange it for three drops of spiritual liquid."

He Fangwei gestured to three.

"This is already the biggest discount, this business, the right to be a favor for Kowloon shops, and even lost the handling fee, just to maintain the trust relationship of fellow friends."

"How's it going?"

Han Yi didn't believe that He Fangwei's 'lost the handling fee' was a punctuation mark, and he heard the words 'no money at all', here in He Fangwei, he heard it at least four times.

But he didn't show such an expression of disbelief, but his face was happy, and he said sincerely: "Then I have to thank the shopkeeper He and the owner of your shop." ”

It's all old foxes, everyone can still be friends if they don't break each other, and if they debunk it, they will be slapped in the face on the spot, and what will they do in the future.

Han Yi didn't want to re-find a shop to trade, and it was not easy to establish trust between the two parties.

Seeing Han Yi nodding, the deal was reached, and He Fangwei's face couldn't help but be happy.

"Qiankun bag, this is a Qiankun bag, Daoyou is willing to take it out, really, really ......"

He Fangwei was unexpectedly difficult to choose the right words to describe it for a while.

Han Yi's heart suddenly moved: "Shopkeeper He, why do you say that the Qiankun bag is so valuable?" ”

He Fangwei was not afraid of Han Yi's retort, holding a small Qiankun bag, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, you don't know anything."

"The so-called Qiankun bag is a bag with Qiankun inside, and the reason why it is so valuable is not because it has enough space, but because it involves another more valuable thing."

"Something more valuable?" Han Yi was puzzled.

"That's right, that's it, magic weapon."

Speaking of the word 'magic weapon', He Fangwei sighed with emotion.

"That's a magic weapon."

"Although there is only one word difference between magic weapons and magic weapons, their power is like the bright sun to ants, and they are not the same."

"Generally, the powerhouses in the foundation building period, and even the Jindan stage, and even some great monks in the early Yuan infant stage, use magic weapons."

"And the reason why the magic weapon is related to the Qiankun bag, that is because the storage conditions of the magic weapon are more harsh, if you use the storage bag to store, it is not impossible, if it is okay for a short time, but in the long run, it will cause damage to the magic weapon, and even make its power regress."

"And if you store it in a Qiankun bag, you won't have this problem."

"Fellow Daoists don't need to ask why, this old decay doesn't know, maybe only a foundation building monk with a magic weapon can understand the reason."

After He Fangwei finished speaking, although Han Yi still had some doubts on his face, he could be regarded as having a preliminary understanding of the connection between the magic weapon and the Qiankun bag, and the deeper reason, when he reached the foundation building period, he would naturally have the opportunity to understand.

A moment later.

Han Yi walked out of the Kowloon shop, his calm face hidden an unbearable excitement.

Even because the things on his body are too important, it is related to his own immortal path, and his eyes are vigilant to the extreme.

After leaving Chiyangfang City, as soon as he went to Qinglong Peak, he met a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man dressed in white stood on the most precipitous edge of Qinglong Peak, which was not a Qinglong Cliff that could be viewed in the sea of clouds, but a steep strange rock protruding.

Dozens of meters away, Han Yi noticed his eyes and fell on him.

The consciousness of this look is obvious, he is here, waiting for himself.

Although Han Yi was in a hurry to go back to the courtyard in his heart, he hurriedly used the Extreme Yang Spirit Object to refine the Blood Bone Spirit Flower, take it, and let his root bones transform.

But at this moment, he still stepped forward respectfully.

Because this middle-aged man is the sect master of the Xuandan Sect who I met more than three years ago, Yuan Shun.

"I haven't bumped into the spies of the Blood God Sect again, and I haven't reported it, and even in the sect, I follow the rules, I don't know why Sect Master Yuan is looking for me."

"Recently, I went to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, but I didn't do anything out of the ordinary."

"No, I killed several monks of the Blood God Sect, could it be that Yuan Shun was on the scene at that time?"

"By the way, and just now, he sold the Qiankun bag and bought the pure yang spirit liquid, could it be that this matter caught his attention? Did it come so quickly? ”

At this moment, many thoughts and conjectures flashed through Han Yi's heart.

But none of it is reflected in the face.

He stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Disciple Han Yi, meet the sect master." ”

Yuan Shun stood on top of the steep rock, dressed in white, and did not puff up because of the steep mountain, but the space around him was calm without a trace of turmoil.

"On the periphery of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, Han Xuxiao is chasing and killing you."

Yuan Shun looked at Han Yi and said, his gaze fell on the Chengying Sword on Han Yi's waist, and a glimmer of light flashed.

Han Yi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it turned out that this was the case.

"The disciple also thinks so." Han Yi did not deny it.

"If you can let Han Xuxiao chase and kill, and you just happened to escape, should you say that you are lucky, or that you are not weak?"

This time, what Yuan Shun said was a question sentence.

(End of chapter)