The road ahead gradually widened, and the muddy path suddenly appeared, and the potholes and water were very difficult. Stepping lightly on the dirt road can leave a shallow footprint, splashing muddy water, mixed with the fragrance of wisps of grass. The mountain town is as prosperous as ever, and little has changed. Although the outside of the city is already full of messes, but the forces of all parties do not dare to stretch out their tentacles into the city to destroy the lives of the people, because all the cities in the Great Wilderness Domain are supported by the Northern Wilderness Dynasty, if there is the strength that does not have long eyes and dares to attack the city, then it is estimated that they will only be left in ashes.

After repeated penances, the young man also received a lot of goods, and almost all the spiritual materials along the way were collected. Du Sheng was not in a hurry to sell these spiritual materials, so he took out a few pieces of incarnation grass first, put them in his mouth and chewed them, and said in his heart: "This is the main medicine for refining the Zhuyan Pill and the Closing Pill, I am really too violent." Forget it, although this incarnation grass is good, it is worth it if it can hide a lot of trouble. It's just that the effect of this medicine is only six hours, so let's save some use. "The bitter juice secreted by the incarnation grass has a peculiar effect, the bitter taste will distort and deform people's faces, but it is not very stable, this is the gap between the spiritual materials and the elixir. After a while, Du Sheng changed his middle-aged appearance, so that the image was completely covered, he raised his legs and strolled, ran into the lively street market, and wandered around at will. He really had never been a good fellow visitor, everything was so new and a little familiar.

Shishan City is not very big, but the four villages are deserted and people gather, and it is also lively. On the streets that are not wide, at the mouth of the alleys, all kinds of vendors are shouting along the streets, and the sound is higher and higher, one after another. When walking past the stall on the corner of the street, Du Sheng stopped, looked at the pile of bottles and cans placed in front of the corner stall, squatted down, approached to pick up a few bottles, unscrewed the lid and sniffed lightly, the bottle was filled with names, such as Qi Gathering Pill, Qi Dispersion, Blood Healing Pill, etc.; At this moment, the stall owner said indifferently: "Boy, look at the signboard clearly, only exchange and not sell." As he spoke, he also used a bamboo stick to knock on the red signboard that was not obvious. Du Sheng glanced sideways slightly, and then noticed the appearance of the stall owner. There are several scars deeply intertwined under the half of the face covered by the bamboo hat, the scars are deeply embedded in the flesh, the rough and hideous face is messy with straw residue and beard, and the expression is sloppy, but there is a faint flash of anger in the eyes, which makes people dare not face it. Du Sheng looked at the middle-aged stall owner in Mai meaningfully, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and asked playfully, "Oh, how do you change it?"

"Soul grass, soul nourishing pill, spirit worm" The scar stall owner didn't mean to raise his head at all, and said coldly.

When Du Sheng heard this, his heart was more confirmed. He immediately leaned over with a smile and whispered, "Senior, you, a demon cultivator in the early stage of the Yudan, are also a figure here. Isn't it too cheap to set up a stall here? Qu Cai, why don't I help you recover your soul, how about you help me do things?"

"Boy, don't think that you can do whatever you want if you put on makeup, and if you don't want to die, get out of here. A hideous cold light flashed under the hat, and the voice with murderous intent slowly came into his ears.

Du Sheng staggered slightly, narrowed his eyes, and said in his heart: "Demon cultivation really can't change the nature of doing things without saying a word, and this middle-aged spirit master's soul will not be damaged, and he won't fall into a field where he only has the primary level of spirit building." As far as he could think, he smiled and said, "It's a lot of offense, but even if you just change these medicines, I'm afraid you won't be able to make up for the wounds on your soul." Besides, with such an elixir with Origin Demon Qi, I'm afraid that after taking it, it will be somewhat restricted by you. ”

The middle-aged stall owner slowly raised his head and looked at Du Sheng's face with some confusion, as if he wanted to find out what was going on. Before the stall owner could answer, the old woman in the neighboring stall heard the words and responded: "Big brother, since you know that this is medicine, you want to buy it, you really ask knowingly, it's strange." ”

Du Sheng glanced at the old woman vigilantly, and there was a hint of strangeness in his heart, and he said in his heart: It seems that this is not the place to speak. immediately hugged his fists at the two of them, and pretended to be abrupt and said, "I want this bottle of elixir, I'm sorry, say goodbye." This elixir smells fragrant, don't blame me for being greedy. ”

The middle-aged stall owner in Mai paused slightly, glanced around, waved his hand as if impatiently, and said, "Go away, go away." ”

Du Sheng was also embarrassed to linger, so he casually dropped a jade box, grabbed a bottle of pill on the stall, and went straight to the wine shop on the street to find something to eat. The middle-aged stall owner in Mai raised his head slightly and glanced at the distant back, then turned his gaze to the other side, and if he had a deep meaning, he shook his head lightly and said nothing. Not far from here, on the attic of "Tianxiang Pavilion", the man is dressed in a gorgeous costume brocade jacket, a little enchanting, is leaning on the railing, and his eyes are green. From time to time, the corners of his mouth showed a strange smile, and a sneering laugh came out. After a few breaths, the man retracted his gaze, turned his head and instructed the servants who were waiting on the left and right: "You have stared that demon cultivator to death for me, and if there is a slight disturbance, come back to report me immediately." Snort, what a good fodder, I'm going to decide. Several people on the left and right agreed in unison, and the fish intestines retreated. From time to time, a few sinister laughter came from the shadows of the attic, and the listeners were all creepy.

Sitting by the window, Du Sheng was a little juvenile and hunted the street scene with great interest, with a bowl of steaming noodle soup in front of him, which seemed to be ready to feast. The wine shop was also very lively, and a few strong men were sweating profusely in front of the wine table, which attracted the attention of the rest of the individual customers. Suddenly, the noise and frolic overshadowed the whispering, and the noise became one. The diners seemed to want to stop talking, and they didn't step forward to stop them, but only cared about their own bowed heads and devoured them, and even swallowed a few bites hastily, then settled the food money and left. Du Sheng slipped through the noodles, watching the changes on the street corner from time to time, a few vague breaths lurking in them, all of them had the cultivation of the Ning Dan period, and the two early stage breaths of the spirit building in the east of it did not shy away from walking towards the center of the crowd. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he was eating steaming noodles, and said in his heart: "It seems that this demon cultivator tiger was bullied by dogs in Pingyang, and he is in trouble." This person is a good combat power, if he uses it for his own use, he will rely more on going to Black Rock City. Look at his nature, he is making decisions!"

Sure enough, at the corner opposite the wine store, there was a surge of people, and more and more people gathered. It's really changed from the usual deserted, but now it's very lively. The onlookers were surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, and the core of the storm was the scar-faced demon cultivator. At this time, he was standing on the edge of the stall, his hat was pressed very low, his fists were clenched, and he had been in peace for a long time, as if he was about to make a move if he disagreed. On the other side of the stall, there were three people standing, the leader of the master was dressed as a thief, with thief eyebrows and mouse eyes, pointed ears and monkey gills, playing with a few bottles in his hand, and from time to time he used words to ridicule and ridicule others, and said with a wicked smile: "I said brother, my son-in-law said that your pill is not authentic." I don't believe in evil yet, I have to try, do you give it or not, the food is good, I'm giving money. And it won't be bad for you. The master's words caused a commotion in the crowd, and everyone in the onlookers talked about it, and most of them muttered quietly, for fear of getting into trouble. The general idea is that the two men behind the master are amazing, and their cultivation has reached the early stage of spiritual building, and they can let two people who have cultivated in the early stage of spiritual building come to be servants and are willing, in this stone mountain city, I am afraid that only a few major families in front of it are possible, so it is no wonder that this master is so arrogant and domineering, it seems that no loose cultivator in this stone mountain city dares to provoke them, it is simply lawless.

"Hmph, just exchange and don't sell, these two bottles are the best healing pills, but they are more than a hundred times better than ordinary gold sore medicines, if you have no intention, please put them back in their original places." Obviously, this demon cultivator didn't want to make trouble, and he had already pushed back in his words, and his cold gaze skimmed over the few people in front of him.

"Oh, what kind of dog thing, you dare to stare at me, deceive me for not knowing the goods, and the best healing pill can be stronger than the gold sore medicine?" The master was very rude, and shouted: "Come on, come on, stab him, and then give him a dose, I want to see if he bought real medicine or fake medicine in the gourd." ”

Hearing this, the two spirit masters behind the master released their momentum one after another, drew out their waist knives, and the sword light Huo Huo forced towards the demon cultivator, and the people around him also fled in fear, but there were also bold people who still stopped to watch the movement of the situation. When the demon cultivator saw the two spirit masters coming towards him, he was not afraid, he seemed to be confident, his hands clenched into fists, and the corners of his mouth smiled evilly: "Friend, you are going to pick things, everyone does business based on harmony and integrity, I don't want to sell you, it is really a valuable medicine." Otherwise, you take one bottle and try it, use it well, and then take the good thing back and exchange it for another bottle. What do you think of this?"

"Hehe, I knew that it was like this, so why be reckless, haha, everyone heard it, he had to accept this medicine, but I didn't force him, ahhahaha" The master squinted at the crowd of onlookers, forced himself to quibble, and then turned his face away, and continued to laugh evilly: "But ......"

"But what?" the Demon Cultivator asked casually when he saw the enemy approaching.

"This still needs to ask, are you not clear in your mind, I take this medicine back is good or bad, no one has tried the drug, and there is no ready-made test drug, how can I be embarrassed to miss it, give it to me, hack to death, maybe you can come back to life if you die." The master laughed wildly on his face, causing the onlookers to be indignant and want to beat him. The demon cultivator knew that this dispute was inevitable now, so he had to face it head-on. Feeling the oncoming sound of breaking the air, the demon cultivator did not dodge or dodge, but actually faced the blade with his empty hand. When the fists were about to touch the blade, the onlookers let out a burst of exclamations, originally thought that the hands of the hat stall owner would be broken, but after the two touched, they were intact, and they also bounced the opponent's waist knife, which was really powerful.