Exhaled, Yang Ming smiled and said: "Don't worry about the shopkeeper, it's just a little shocking, I just counted it, and the number is about 1.6 million, I don't know if it's accurate." ”

"Well, that's true, one million six hundred thousand. The shopkeeper nodded.

Yang Ming struggled for a long time in his heart, it was not that he couldn't take out so many pills, but in this way, it inevitably seemed that his strength was too strong, and some wealth was exposed, but seeing so many waste treasures, he really didn't want to give up, and finally gritted his teeth, thinking that he should accept it.

With a decision, Yang Ming was not hypocritical, took out a storage ring, and said to the shopkeeper: "There are three hundred and twenty bottles of high-grade Peiyuan Dan in the ring. ”

"Okay, Daoyou is really happy!" The shopkeeper clapped his hands, also took out a storage ring, and said: "There are three thousand two hundred high-grade spirit stones inside, please count them." ”

Yang Ming exchanged storage rings with the shopkeeper, stood up and said, "There is no need to count, I will leave." With that, he was about to get out of here.

"Why should Daoist friends be anxious? I still have a business to discuss with Daoist friends. The shopkeeper said.

"Hehe, next time, I still have urgent matters, so I won't stay longer. Yang Ming dared to stay longer, and said without looking back.

Watching Yang Ming leave, the shopkeeper slowly sat back on the chair, muttering to himself: "Uncle Shi, it depends on your means." ”

But Yang Ming, after leaving the Treasure Medicine Pavilion, obviously couldn't sense that there was a shadow behind him following him, but for some reason, there was always a feeling of palpitations, Yang Ming guessed, either he was suspicious and restless, or there was a master of the Jindan period following him, so his divine sense couldn't find it.

Be careful, Yang Ming fantasized about what if there was really a Jindan monk following him, thinking about it, the most important thing was not to go to a place with few people, after all, in this Qin Guofang City, the other party always had some scruples.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming scurried all the way around in crowded places, and a few hours passed, but the feeling of palpitations behind him always existed, and in desperation, watching the sky gradually darken, Yang Ming knew that he had to make a decision.

Fortunately, Yang Ming has been shopping for the past few days, so he knows that there is a square in Fang City, and many monks will gather every afternoon, which can be said to be a paradise for casual cultivation. When Yang Ming arrived at the square, there was indeed a large group of people gathered here, about four or five hundred people, gathered together in twos and threes to communicate, Yang Ming came to the middle of the crowd, took advantage of no one to pay attention, quickly took out a piece of fourth-order phantom array and threw it on the ground, suddenly, the phantom array rose, the crowd was noisy, Yang Ming took the opportunity to quickly take off the black robe on his body, transformed into a middle-aged man with a solemn face, flashed aside, pretending to be very scared.

After about a cup of tea, the phantom array was broken, Yang Ming looked up, and saw two Jindan monks standing in the air, looking at the crowd below with ugly faces, and one of them said, "Quiet! Now, who told me what was going on?"

"Elder Chen, let's exchange cultivation experience here, I don't know who suddenly sacrificed the phantom array, because the level of the phantom array is too high, everyone is trapped in it and can't get out, until Elder Chen you come, you can't get out, so I don't see who sacrificed the formation. An old man with gray hair said respectfully to Elder Chen in the sky.

"Elder Chen, the villain saw that it seemed to be the work of a monk in a black robe. As for the face, I didn't see it clearly, but it should not be very old. A chubby middle-aged man next to him added.