"Okay, if there is a next time, I will definitely continue to come here and trade with fellow Daoists."

As he spoke, He Song had already made up his mind in his heart.

In the future, I will never step into Wanhua Xianfang again.

This party would rather give up the profits of a hundred spirit stones, but also let He Song accept his affection, so that He Song can continue to trade here.

Moreover, there is no idea of asking for a rebate yet.

It's so perverse.

To know.

When He Song first sold Lingmi in the Spirit Rabbit Immortal Fang, the management of the Elixir Pavilion there was about to take a kickback while talking and laughing.

But when I got here, I didn't want a kickback in front of me.

Such an abnormal thing made He Song vigilant in an instant.

However, He Song's vigilance was not superficial, and he was silent on his face, but in his heart, he had already classified this place as a forbidden area.

After today.

This Ten Thousand Flowers Immortal Fang, He Song will definitely not come again.

At the same time, I have to be vigilant about the combination in front of me.

After a while, after selling the stolen goods yourself, you must be cautious and cautious, but you can't capsize the boat in the gutter.

You have to leave immediately after selling the stolen goods.

With such thoughts, He Song looked at Fang He's gaze, but he was still calm.

As if he was unaware, he looked defenseless.

Seeing that He Song agreed, Fang He also showed a smile on his face.

The next transaction was very pleasant for both parties.

He Song successfully obtained 10,000 spirit stones and enriched his small treasury.

And Fang He also collected the 110,000 catties of spirit rice sent by He Song into the warehouse of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion.

After personally sending He Song out of the Elixir Pavilion.

The smile on Fang He's face faded away.

Looking at He Song's gradually fading back, a light flashed in Fang He's eyes.

"110,000 catties of spiritual rice, and he is not from the Zhuji family, where does this person come from?"

His mind flashed through He Song's thoughts after entering the Elixir Pavilion, and Fang He secretly guessed in his heart.

But until the end, nothing was concluded.

"Ten thousand spirit stones."

Ultimately.

Fang He sighed and disappeared into the darkness, his voice gradually disappeared, and there was no longer his figure in the Elixir Pavilion.

10,000 spirit stones.

It was enough to make a late-stage Qi cultivation cultivator take a risk.

Leaving the Elixir Pavilion.

He Song's face was calm, but he kept secretly watching behind him, wanting to see if anyone would follow.

However, after observing for a while, He Song didn't find anything.

See here.

He Song breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that in this immortal fang, I don't need to worry about anything.

That's fine.

You can also sell the stolen goods.

After the sale of the stolen goods is over, go to the inn and leave here like you did last time in the Lingtu Xianfang.

Following the map in his memory, He Song soon came to the stall area of Wanhua Xianfang.

He now has three shoddy storage bags and a small freight storage bag.

Plus four lower-grade magic weapons, as well as some elixirs, and other bits and pieces.

The stall area is just the place where the stolen goods are sold.

There's a lot of stuff here, and there's everyone.

Not to mention that it's just these things, even if He Song gets the entire net worth of a late-stage Qi cultivation cultivator, he can make a quick move.

Take a short walk around the stall area.

He Song soon saw some stalls with black cloth mats at the bottom.

He has been in Zhushan Xianfang for many years.

He naturally understands that this kind of stall made of black cloth is a stall for buying all kinds of stolen goods.

Since it is usually made of black cloth, its name is also on the black market.

Often active in the major immortal squares, or in the fairy city, collect and sell all kinds of stolen goods.

The people who run this kind of stall are basically monks who have backers behind them, and they will not ask you how your goods came from, and they will not let you worry about whether there will be any risks in selling them.

To do this business, there are naturally rules for this industry.

Of course.

They can do this because it is profitable, and moreover, it is profitable.

The purchase price here is much lower than that of the normal Dharma Weapon Pavilion.

A low-grade magic weapon, if it is in a normal magic weapon pavilion, will basically be around a hundred spirit stones.

But if it were to be sold here, it would only cost about sixty spirit stones.

Forty percent of the difference.

Such a huge profit makes this kind of stall exist in every immortal fang.

Even in the fairy city, there will be such a place.

However, those who do this in Xiancheng basically rent shops, not stalls.

Pitch closer to one of these stalls.

He Song quietly took out two inferior storage bags, and put them away after just shaking them in front of the stall owner.

See this.

The stall owner's eyes lit up.

I don't shy away from anything, just collect the stall and leave.

He Song smiled slightly when he saw this, and then followed.

Selling stolen goods, it is naturally impossible to trade openly in the stall area.

Outside the stall area.

In a small teahouse.

By the time He Song followed, the stall owner was already sitting in the corner of the small teahouse.

Seeing He Song coming, the stall owner hurriedly beckoned to He Song.

He Song looked around and found that this place was in a busy city, and after not worrying about being ambushed, he entered the small teahouse and sat down in front of the stall owner.

Sitting at a table, neither side spoke.

The stall owner looked at He Song.

He Song waved his hand casually, and put all the three inferior storage bags in his hand and a small freight storage bag on the table.

Then, he also put the four inferior magic weapons on his body, as well as some pills, fragments and other things, on the table.

Three inferior storage bags, one of which was obtained by Wei Fan after killing Chen Zhou, touched the corpse, and then gave it to He Song, who used it until he joined the Houtu Sect before replacing it.

The other two inferior storage bags, one of which was obtained from the valley near Zhushan Xianfang, next to the bones of unknown names.

The second is the result of killing Chen Zhong.

And that small freight storage bag was purchased by He Song in Zhushan Xianfang, and now that the spiritual rice has been sold, it is naturally useless.

As for the four inferior magic weapons, as well as the fragments of the elixir, etc., they were naturally obtained from the bones of the unknown name and the killing of Chen Zhong.

These two are both casual cultivators, and they are both in the middle stage of Qi training, and they each have one attack and one defense on their bodies, and two lower-grade magic weapons.

Now, they are dead.

The thing naturally came to He Song's hands.

Wait until He Song has put out all the things he needs to sell, and motioned for the stall owner to check.

The stall owner's face has changed from the excitement and expectation at the beginning to the solemn face now.

No way, what He Song took out.

For a mid-stage Qi cultivator like him, it was still too much.

This kind of casual behavior of taking out four storage bags and four low-grade magic weapons is rare even in the black market.

What's more, He Song is still in a black robe, and his breath is not revealed.

It's hard not to think of something in this way.

Could it be that the person in front of him is an evil cultivator?

(End of chapter)