The Yuan Infant Demon Cultivator who greeted him, one eye was a gold-edged double pupil, and the other was an ordinary black single pupil, with a face in his early forties, looking very kind.

He got down the wooden ladder and walked straight to the door, looked at the two of them, and saw that they were a little overwhelmed, and explained with a smile.

"I'm the owner of this shop, Yin Qun. You're monks who came from Jinshan a few days ago, aren't you? There are many shops in the city, so you don't have to worry about your safety. ”

He Miaomiao and Bai Lian were not worried about safety, but they were shocked by the two high-level human slaves for a while, and they didn't know whether to salute and greet according to the rules outside, or simply ignore it and treat it as if they didn't see it.

These high-level monks who walked with the token of servants of various clans, like the spiritual pets who came and went in the cities outside, were all sincerely accompanying the Lord, growing, fighting, and cultivating together, and at the same time, they did not do what the Lord could do.

They don't feel how they look at the spirit pet, but they still feel weird when they look at the human slave, this is an inevitable emotion, and He Miaomiao doesn't deliberately suppress it.

Just as demon cultivators don't like small beasts to be taken away, even if they are not close to the blood relationship, they are also beasts, and they will have a strange sense of humiliation when they see the spiritual pets that are obedient to people.

Yin Qun diverted the topic, and the two simply went down politely, saving themselves from worrying about things that could not be changed.

The three of them walked upstairs, greeted politely, and came to the second-floor compartment, He Miaomiao said bluntly, "The junior wants to buy Yuxiu Stone and Flowing Firefly Grass, I don't know if the seniors still have stock in the store?"

These two things are not rare in the vast Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, Yin Qun shook his sleeves, and saw two storage bags falling on the low table, "You pick and choose by yourself, take as much as you want." ”

After He Miaomiao thanked him, he picked up the green storage bag and checked the flowing fireflies inside, Bai Lian took the gray storage bag, looking for the Yuxiu stone in good condition.

The two of them moved quickly, and after picking out the amount needed to refine the defensive skirt, they also took five more copies of each sample, so that they could get it at any time when they needed it in the future.

Bai Lian took the first step to pay for the spirit stone, and then said to Yin Qun: "The junior still wants to buy some high-grade materials, any ...... Any ethnic group is fine. He said that he was a little uncomfortable, and he always felt a little strange when he asked for materials on others in front of demon cultivators.

Yin Qun saw that his expression was twisted, and he couldn't help laughing. After a while, they shook their sleeves again, took out a number of storage bags, and placed them on the love table for them to choose. "You don't have to be polite, just like the Terrans robbed the storage bags, we demon cultivators will also fight each other. ”

The two laughed dryly, but they were no longer embarrassed to mention the materials.

The storage bag is full of everything from birds to animals, to insects, snakes and fish, whether it is the third or fourth order, it is a high-quality material in good condition, and it is a smile to see it.

He estimated the spirit stones that could be called in one go, and made a lot of purchases, filling the storage bag half full before he stopped. He Miaomiao was not interested in the materials, and looked at the five demon pills with mild spiritual breath, intending to use them to develop the elixir.

Because there were too many spirit stones in the hundred refining flowers, the things she chose became an additive, and she didn't take a penny.

"If you don't have anything to use, you can also sell it from me, the price is definitely negotiable. Yin Qunxi smiled, there was no Yuanying Monk's superiority, seeing that both of them were wealthy, he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot and started trading.

Bai Lian has a lot of low-level magic weapons in his hands, but he plans to get along with Qinglang monks for a long time, because he wants to use the inventory on those little monks, which means that he will collect some spirit stones, and he should have a good fate.

In He Miaomiao's hands, there are a large number of "wastes" that will have time to be taken out in the future, all of which were obtained from those disciples when the Yin Yang Sect rescued people.

Batch after batch was taken out, and Yin Qun went from joy to surprise when he saw it, and his demonic eyes widened, but he didn't expect that the little monk in the early stage of Jindan had so many trophies in his hands.

"Xiaoyou's things are both many and miscellaneous, roughly calculated, make up an integer, three thousand medium-grade and five high-grade spirit stones, what do you think?"

"Thank you seniors for taking care of you, it's the juniors who take advantage. He Miaomiao was overjoyed, originally these things were placed outside, and they were only worth more than two thousand medium-grade spirit stones, and three high-grade spirit stones, and some of them couldn't even be exchanged for medium-grade spirit stones.

"You're welcome, in fact, I'm not at a loss, there are some things that are rare to see in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain. Yin Qun picked out some and pointed them out to He Miaomiao and Bai Lian, and at the same time said a lot about the situation in the demon city, so that the two of them knew a lot of information.

After chatting in the compartment for nearly half an hour, the two of them said goodbye to Yin Qun, and when they went down to the hall, the two high-ranking monks were no longer there, and most of them had left with the demon cultivators who had come to shop.

Out of the tree house, the two of them entered a few more pills and talisman shops, whether they were in charge of human slaves or demon cultivators, their attitudes were very enthusiastic.

He Miaomiao also found that many of the shops that opened here were Chongming birds with impure blood, all of them had the surname Yin, but the treatment was not exactly the same as the Yin family's demon beasts. They are sheltered in Chongming City, and they also have to pay a certain fee to the clan.

After walking around the city for a while, the two also found that the relationship between many slaves and demon cultivators did not seem to be as tense as they thought. Occasionally, the master and servant passing by would hear noisy jokes, which opened their eyes.

But after thinking about it, the same is true of the spirit pet and the master, regardless of the subordinate relationship, because of the connection between the gods and souls, most of the feelings are excellent.

It's just that this kind of affection also has a limit, but whoever is linked to his life and sacrifices first is always the one who is a slave. It's not fair or unfair, it's just one thing that exists in the world.

"Master, look, is there a real person on the boat over there?" He Miaomiao's eyes were sharp, and he saw a familiar female cultivator from a distance, following behind a demon cultivator, looking quite proud.

Mingyue is really good at charm and illusion, and she refused to leave the boat that day, just because she wanted to hug the demon and repair her thighs, but she didn't expect to change the way, but she still let her hug her.

She was shy and timid on her face, extremely obedient to the middle-aged Zhenjun in front of her, and when she looked at others, she had a somewhat arrogant look.

He Miaomiao and Bai Lian only glanced at it twice, and the Zhenjun immediately noticed the sight, and his gaze shot like a sword, which made the scalps of the two of them tingle.

Mingyue Zhenren followed, and whispered a few words in Zhenjun's ear, He Miaomiao's heart was not good, and before he could pull Bai Lian into the tree house behind him to dodge, he was dragged by a strong force on the street.

"You're the sub-family?"

The coercion exuded by the demon cultivator made He Miaomiao a little breathless, even if it was only in the early stage of transforming into a god, it was not something she could resist. This sentence was not very polite, and as soon as she heard it, she knew that this person would definitely not be one of the five flying demon clans.