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With just 200 of them, they bought more than 60,000 talismans in Dong Bufan's hands, and contributed more than 120,000 spirit stones to Dong Bufan.

Now, in Dong Bufan's hands, he only has about 110,000 talismans, and the spirit stones in his hands are as high as 720,000.

After Dong Bufan purchased 50,000 pieces of spirit paper, he returned to his attic and began to continue writing Vientiane talismans.

He made up his mind that he must write it, he must be!

And what happened today soon finally spread to the Ling Sword Sect and the Holy Spirit Valley, and after many disciples heard about it, they were all a little moved, but they were also a little moved, and none of them dared to go to Dong Bufan to buy the talisman.

Not to mention, these third-level talismans only sell two spirit stones, even if Dong Bufan gives them away for nothing, they don't dare to take them.

Because, no one knows, if they go, when they come back, they will still have storage bags, maybe, a talisman, they will not be able to get it, and at the same time, they will have to take all their net worth.

Late at night, at this time in the Biyou Palace, the sea and blue sky sat on the first seat, and below him, there were three old men standing respectfully.

And these three old men are the three elders of the Law Enforcement Hall.

"Sect Master, that's the way it is, that Deputy Sect Master Dong, he actually took out nearly 400,000 third-level talismans for sale, and now in the sect, the disciples in our sect can be said to have a third-level talisman in their hands. The old man in the middle spoke, with a hint of joy in his tone.

You must know that among the more than 1,000 disciples in the Biyou Palace, all of them have third-level talismans in their hands, which makes the strength of the disciples in the Biyou Palace increase a lot.

In other words, Dong Bufan's sale of third-level talismans now can be regarded as an indirect improvement, and the overall strength of their Biyou Palace.

Seeing that the strength of the sect had improved, he, as an elder of the Law Enforcement Hall and a high-level member of the Biyou Palace, was naturally happier in his heart.

At this moment, the elder standing on the far left suddenly showed a solemn look on his face, and he clenched his fists and said, "Sect Master, the old man has something to say." ”

Say. Hai Lan looked at the man, still with his trademark smile on his face.

"Sect Master, please forgive the old man for being courageous!"

The elder on the left side said with a solemn face: "Sect Master, Deputy Sect Master Dong, he is weird, there are so many talismans, the origin is unknown, we can't just forget it, we have to track it out, otherwise, I am afraid of trouble!"

Hai Lantian smiled and said, "Elder Wang, I am a monk, who doesn't have a few opportunities? This Dong Bufan has encountered an opportunity, so he has obtained so many talismans, this matter, Poor Dao knows." ”

Hai Lantian naturally didn't know the origin of Dong Bufan's talisman, and when he said this at this time, he was deceiving the old man in front of him.

"Sect Master, do you know?" Elder Wang looked stunned.

Hai Lantian nodded and said, "That's right, you can rest assured about this." ”

"Yes, the old man knows. A trace of disappointment flashed in Elder Wang's eyes, and he nodded slowly.

"Okay, Elder Wang, you go down first, Poor Dao, Elder Li, Elder Hai, there is still something to say. Hai Lantian said.

Hearing this, Elder Wang frowned slightly, glanced at the other two old men beside him, nodded slowly, and turned around and left here.

The old man on the far right, watching him leave here, suddenly showed a gloomy look on his face, and the murderous intent in his eyes was violent: "Sect Master, Elder Li and I have secretly found out the matter, this Wang Xiao, he is indeed secretly connected with Aotian." ”

"Do you want to ......," Elder Li made a gesture to wipe his neck.

Hai Lantian waved the dust in his hand and said with a smile: "No, if you kill him, you will startle the snake, and now that we know his identity, then while he helps Aotian, he can be regarded as helping us, don't you say?"

When the two of them heard this, they suddenly realized and said, "The sect master is wise. ”

"Okay, you go down too, or he will have doubts in his heart when he sees that you have been with Poor Dao for a long time. Hai Lantian said.

The two of them nodded and walked away quickly.

After Hai Lantian waited until they left, a smile appeared on his face, and he said to himself: "Zhao Li, you have a good apprentice, you control the Ghost Sect, maybe, you can rely on him to recreate the glory of the past!"

Speaking of this, Hai Lantian's eyes showed a trace of envy and admiration.

He was envious that Zhao Li had such a disciple, and he was admiring the former Ghost Control Sect!

As for Dong Bufan, where did he get the talisman, he didn't want to inquire, Dong Bufan has his own opportunities, although he cares about Dong Bufan, but he will not be too willing to Dong Bufan's affairs.

In his opinion, the path taken by the disciples of the Ghost Control Sect was different from theirs.

More than half a month has passed.

Dong Bufan is here, he still fails, and the Vientiane Fu is still not written by him.

At this time, he stopped writing for the time being, and came to Fang City again with the remaining third-level talismans.

The sect has already distributed resources, and he wants to take advantage of the fact that many disciples now have spirit stones in their hands, so that they can sell all these talismans.

Dong Bufan's arrival made the Fang Market hit again, and many disciples rushed over directly to buy third-level talismans.

Of course, now it can't be compared with the last time Dong Bufan sold the third-level talisman half a month ago, the last time it caused a sensation in the entire sect, and this time, it only made the people in the market a sensation.

For a whole day, when night fell, Dong Bufan still had more than 20,000 third-level talismans left in his storage bag, which were not sold.

"It seems that in a short period of time, it is impossible to earn spirit stones by selling talismans. ”

Dong Bufan shrugged his shoulders, looked at the disciples who had passed, and no longer came to buy talismans from him, and said a little unwillingly.

For such a thing, Dong Bufan was also prepared in his heart.

In the sect, all the disciples now have third-level talismans in their hands, and some disciples have a lot of third-level talismans in their hands, in this case, they are not short of talismans in a short period of time, since they are not lacking, then they will not be buying.

Dong Bufan thought for a while, and shouted loudly: "In the end, there are more than 20,000 third-level talismans, one spirit stone, hurry up, don't you have it!"

The cost of these third-level talismans is simply a drizzle for Dong Bufan, a spirit stone, he can make more than ninety or so, and now, although it is half cheaper, for Dong Bufan, he still earns it.

Besides, there was no use for him to keep these talismans, so it was better to sell them all.

Half an hour later, Dong Bufan left here.

All the third-level runes in his hands have been sold by him, a piece of spirit stone, this price can be said to be a price that shocked countless disciples, which makes some disciples, even if they still have a lot of third-level runes in their hands, they are willing to buy some.

Even, when the matter of a spirit stone and a third-level talisman spread to the inner gate, some disciples regretted it, why, at that time, he was not there with Dong Bufan?

After Dong Bufan received his resources for this month, he returned to his attic with 50,000 spirit papers.

Time flies, a month flies by in a blink of an eye.

In this month, everything is very calm, and Dong Bufan is the same here.

For a month, every morning, he would go to buy spiritual paper and write the Vientiane talisman.

"Its array is intentional, but invisible, a little all-encompassing, it is a formation, it is also a prohibition, Vientiane talisman, give it to me!"

In Dong Bufan's room, the aura was rampant, his long hair was flying, his eyes were closed, and he was muttering to himself, entering a kind of artistic conception.

At this moment, he felt that he was not writing the Vientiane Talisman, but the third-level talisman, or the second-level talisman, or maybe the first-level talisman.

All in all, at this moment, he felt that he was writing any kind of talisman in the world.

The brush waved in mid-air, and ten drops of cinnabar liquid floated out of it and landed in front of him on ten pieces of spiritual paper floating in mid-air.