The middle-aged Confucian didn't have time to care about Yi Heng's indifferent look, picked up the jade bottle, gently opened the cap, and the stronger fragrance of the pill rushed out, so frightened that he hurriedly closed it, for fear of losing the medicinal properties.

Pinching the jade bottle tightly, the middle-aged Confucian was shocked, the middle-grade pill can have the effect of impacting the bottleneck, and he can't break through when he is stuck in the eleventh layer of qi refining, but he is not too sure.

And the medium-grade pill is really hard to find, and it is extremely rare to be able to refine it, let alone sell it.

"Daoyou want to sell?" As a businessman, he really shouldn't be so eager, but obviously he can't care so much.

"Of course you have to sell it, the master has saved so many two bottles for decades, if it weren't for the lack of spirit stones, how could it be taken out?"

"That's, that's, how about these two bottles of five hundred spirit stones?"

Yi Heng was taken aback, and immediately wanted to take back the pill and turned around and left, this medium-grade spirit stone was so valuable, it was still reckless now.

"Yes, Daoyou can trade quickly. ”

After a moment, Yi Heng walked out of Judan Pavilion with a gloomy face, and the middle-aged Confucian scholar had been following behind and chattering about something.

After getting rid of the middle-aged Confucian student, Yi Heng hid in a practice shop, but he couldn't calm down.

At this time, in the Judan Pavilion, the middle-aged Confucian was also entangled in his heart, should he report this matter to the top?

"This Chen Daoyou must be a person from the three major sects, it is impossible for a casual cultivator to have such an alchemist, the opportunity is hard to find, and I will report it next time. With a swipe of his right hand, the two jade bottles disappeared.

Yi Heng in the exercise shop temporarily let go of his heart knot, and began to ask if there was any exercise to cover up his cultivation, but there was really an exercise called the Breath Gathering Method, although it could only cover his own two layers of breath, but it was better than nothing.

After spending ten spirit stones, he hurried back to his residence with the method of breathing, and today he decided not to go out again.

At that time, Yi Heng woke up from meditation, and he had already figured out the method of breathing overnight, and it was not difficult to cultivate.

As long as you use a weak aura to maintain the breathing method, you can cover your own two-layer realm, for example, now, if others use the spiritual eye technique to check, they can only see that they are a fifth-level qi refining monk.

But in the eyes of a great realm higher than himself, it has no effect.

Of course, there is no need to cover it up if you are only refining the seventh layer of qi, but in the future, if you use the Bagua Disk to cultivate, your cultivation will improve rapidly, and you must cover it up.

The sky was still a cloud from the top of the mountain, and occasionally monks came in and out, all in a hurry.

On this day, after a gray-clothed monk came out, he chose the direction and leaped down, it was Yi Heng who was filled with spirit stones and elixirs in his bag.

After three days, he finally slowly replaced the elixir with spirit stones, and used the spirit stones to buy thirty copies of the elixir of gathering elixir and ten copies of the healing elixir.

It was difficult to exchange the elixir with the thin monk of the Treasure Pavilion inside the door, but as long as there were spirit stones here, it would not be a problem to buy dozens of copies.

But on that day, after the medium-grade pill was revealed in the Judan Pavilion, he didn't dare to take out a large number of them, and he didn't dare to sell a single pill of the top-grade pill.

Despite this, he still felt that he had been targeted, but he didn't know if it was his own weakness or real, and the same person was vaguely following behind him for two days in a row.

Dressed in linen clothes, his face was brown and yellow, his face was unclear, and he was about nine layers.

Therefore, Yi Heng did not come out for the first time, but rested in his residence for two days, and only came out quickly early today and flew directly down the mountain.

There is no fear in Fang City, there are three major sects in this Fang City that specially send elders to sit in the town, and no fights are allowed.

But when you get out of Fang City, it's hard to say, there are many monks who die in the battle every day, all to grab resources.

Yi Heng didn't dare to stay all the way, although no one saw it when he came out, and there was no warning on the gossip board, but it was always good to be careful.

On the way down the mountain, he changed direction several times in half an hour, but there was no movement.

"Am I being too careful? At this time, we are halfway up the mountain, and the further we go, the more difficult it should be. Yi Heng was secretly happy in his heart.

Looking for a remote place, he quietly leaped through the woods.

But at this moment, the soul suddenly throbbed again.

The gossip plate is warning again?

Yi Heng stopped on a tree, covered his body, and looked carefully behind him.

"You're careful, but what's the use?" the sudden sound made his heart tighten, and he turned to look up at the sound, and a sackcloth monk flew towards him from the front.

"How can you be at the bottom of the mountain? Could it be that this person actually knew that I was going to pass through here and deliberately ambushed here?" Yi Heng suppressed the panic in his heart.

After a while, the man flew to a distance of ten feet, completely defenseless against Yi Heng, and was looking at him carefully.

When Yi Heng saw his face clearly, he was even more panicked.

"This is definitely not the one who stalked me in the market. ”

Though he did not see the man's appearance clearly, though the man was also dressed in sackcloth.

This shows that they are a group of people, and that there are people guarding each direction, and this person can fly with objects, and it must be above the eighth floor.

"The second child said that there is a young alchemist, it must be you, I hope you can really do alchemy. The man looked at Yi Heng like a baby.

"But if you can't, then you can only hand over your belongings and send you on your way. ”

"How many of you are there?" Yi Heng was extremely anxious in his heart, he couldn't imagine that the immortal cultivation world was so sinister, and if he didn't pay attention to it, he would have to fight between life and death.

"I'm enough for myself, don't force me to make a move, it's not good to hurt you. "The man wasn't fooled.

Yi Heng knew that he only had one chance to strike, and he had to make a quick decision.

"Why do you want to force each other?" he entered the Purple Mansion with his mind, and the villain sitting cross-legged began to pinch the law.

"Why do you force each other? I will not owe you the alchemy for us, our name is very loud here. The man tried to persuade.

"Aren't you even afraid of the three major sects?"

"You are a member of the three major sects? That's right, only the three major sects can cultivate such a young alchemist. The monk was clearly a little scrupled.

"Yes, it's not too late for me to leave, my master is a foundation monk. Yi Heng saw that he hesitated, so he also began to bluff him.

Maybe it's because I've been arrogant and accustomed to it over the years, maybe it's because I think that with an alchemist, my cultivation will definitely grow rapidly, and I have quietly killed a lot of ordinary disciples of the three major sects over the years, so I'm not safe and sound?

Thinking of this, the monk laughed and said, "Although I have some scruples, I can't control it so much, the disciples of the three major sects have always been arrogant, and it seems that I still want to do it." ”

When Yi Heng heard this, his heart was cold, and he knew that it was inevitable.

The villain's law decision in the Purple Mansion has been pinched, and as soon as the little hand moves, the faintly appearing gossip plate slowly and flexibly rotates.

Then the villain who sat cross-legged operated the exercises, and a stream of soul power went straight towards the Bagua Plate, and the Bagua Pan immediately disappeared in the Purple Mansion.