Silence! Silence! In the small room, only a suffocating silence spreads.

The treasure connoisseur of Wanbaolou had been completely petrified, and the white-clothed wind envoy who came in with Lu Mi was also shocked beyond measure, and he didn't know how to describe his mood.

At this time, there were only three of them in the house, Meng Yigang and Meng Xingyi abided by the rules that no outsiders were present at the treasure exchange site, drinking tea outside, and listening to the introduction of the people in Wanbaolou by the way.

The table was messy with hundreds of fruits and fruits...... There are many kinds of fruits that have never been seen before, and some fruits look very inconspicuous, just like the unripe green apricots on the roadside, green and small, but no one in the white-clothed wind envoy or treasure connoisseur dares to underestimate them.

There were many other strange spirit plants, things they hadn't seen before. The white-clothed wind was shocked, he was also well-informed, but he had never heard of it, either it was too ordinary, or it was too precious to come from a world that he didn't know at all.

But these can be put together with the hundred fruits, the Vientiane Fruit, any of the things that are placed in the immortal cultivation realm will be enough to cause a crazy bloody storm, who dares to doubt that it is ordinary?

"Is there any? The treasure connoisseur's eyes lit up, and his mouth kept urging.

Lu Mi shook his head: "No." "In fact, there are many more, all of them are similar, if these are not valuable, it is useless to take them out, if they are very valuable, these should be enough.

As soon as she finished speaking, the white-clothed wind envoy suddenly pointed at the treasure connoisseur's temple. The treasure connoisseur was unguarded, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he fell straight back.

"Ah, you killed him?" Lu Mi looked at the white-clothed wind envoy who suddenly made a move in shock, and he didn't know why.

"He knows so much. The white-clothed wind envoy frowned and looked at the grass and fruits on the table, and hesitated in his heart.

The cultivation of a treasure connoisseur is not easy, but compared with the hundred results, it seems too insignificant, not to mention that there are other things. What if there is something in it that he doesn't know but is more precious than a hundred fruits and a thousand fruits, but he leaks it?

That being the case, doesn't she know more? Lu Mi looked at him vigilantly, and quickly took a step back to prevent him from suddenly inflicting a poisonous hand.

"Don't worry, I will never hurt you. As he spoke, the white-clothed wind envoy ignited a spirit rune, and the ashes of the spirit rune quietly disappeared at his fingertips, turning into a spiritual light that shot out of the window.

In a moment, a young man with an ordinary face walked outside the house, and he couldn't find it if he threw it in the crowd. He lifted the curtain and walked in, not much nor fierce, but it didn't seem to cause a fluctuation in the air. If it weren't for the fact that the people in the room were too nice, the land demon and Ben wouldn't have felt his presence at all.

"Master. As soon as the young man appeared, the white-clothed wind envoy immediately put down the spirit fruit in his hand and said respectfully.

This person was actually the master of the white-clothed wind envoy, but he looked almost twenty years younger than the white-clothed wind envoy, and the age of the immortal cultivation world was really incredible.

"Lu Daoyou, this is my master Fan Zhenjun. The white-clothed wind said.

Lu Mi took a sharp breath of cold air, she had taken a morning class in Fahua Temple for a month, and it was not without effect. At least I know the basic common sense that the immortal cultivation world is divided into names according to the monk realm.

The monks in the period of contemplating the spirit, inducing qi, and entering the country are collectively called monks, and only when they reach the foundation period will they be called Taoists, so strictly speaking, lame Taoists cannot be called Taoists at all;

This means that this unattractive young man is actually a god-turning monk, a legendary god who can move mountains and reclaim the sea and call for wind and rain. The cultivator's cultivation is to be able to ascend to immortality one day, but not everyone can achieve cultivation, and only when they enter the god transformation period can they step into the immortal gate with half a foot.

Unexpectedly, there was such a great power hidden in Pingchao City.

It's just that An Zhi said that ordinary god-transforming laymen either live in the mountains for a long time and practice in retreat every day, or accept offerings in the sect, constantly pursuing breakthroughs, hoping to ascend to immortality one day as soon as possible. This great god is good, but he entered the world in this bustling city, he doesn't need to cultivate, doesn't he want to become an immortal?

"My master is the founder of the airless door, and he also opened this Wanbao Building. The white-clothed wind said, and then said to Fan Zhenjun: "Master, the thing was brought by this girl, and the disciple is clumsy, and he really can't tell it, so he takes the liberty to invite you to come." ”

Fan Zhenjun raised his feet and stepped over the corpse of the treasure connoisseur on the ground, without blinking an eye, and came to the side of the case. He only glanced at the things on the table, and his eyes were more solemn than ever.

He picked up a spirit grass that was only the size of his palm and looked at it carefully.

Lu Qiqi saw that he was holding the jade ginger grass behind her house in Qingmiao Mountain, but because she was angry when she left at that time, she casually destroyed and dug up, so the leaves were mostly damaged, and the appearance was very unsightly. Fortunately, the space and time in her sleeve were stagnant, so that it did not rot, and she could barely see what it looked like, it was Yan'er, like a child who had done something wrong and was dying.

"Hehe, can this, can this be worth a spirit stone?" Lu Mi asked cautiously, this grass is the master that no one cares about in Qingmiao Mountain, and she doesn't ask for more, even if it is a spirit stone.

Fan Zhenjun looked at her with a strange face, looked at her for a while, put down the jade ginger grass, and said softly: "Girl, please take a seat." ”

A monk who turned into a god was so polite to himself, Lu Mi was flattered, she was a person who couldn't even beat An Xian, a monk who had just entered the Ning Dan stage.

However, the True Monarch in front of him, who was two realms higher than the Ning Dan Period, actually had such a gentle attitude towards her, and Lu Qiqi was suddenly full of good feelings towards this Fan Zhenjun.

"Where is the girl practicing?" Fan Zhenjun also sat opposite Lu Mi, and casually conjured two cups of steaming tea, one was held in his hand, and the other automatically flew in front of Lu Mi.

"Three ......" Lu Mi just wanted to say that it was a three-element view, but then he thought about it, now there is no cover for Shi Fei's degree, and no one believes it, it is better to be honest, anyway, Ao Tuo said that Qingmiao Mountain is an overseas immortal mountain, and it is estimated that no one has heard of it. Moreover, this true gentleman was so good that he lied and deceived him, so that he seemed to have a low character, so he said honestly, "Qingmiao Mountain." ”

Sure enough, Fan Zhenjun's face showed a look of doubt.

The white-clothed wind envoy said: "I haven't heard of this place in the five continents and ten countries. ”

"Qingmiao Mountain is overseas. Lu Qiqi added.

"The open sea beyond the Sea of Mysu. The white-clothed wind envoy blurted out, and his expression was indescribably shocked.

The Sea of Mysu is a collective name for the vast oceans surrounding the ten countries of the five continents, and legend has it that there is a sea area outside of the Sea of Mysu, which is larger than the Sea of Nyuksu, but no one has ever been able to go there.