"Can't even afford to wear a defensive weapon?"

Changjong almost vomited blood.

The disciple of the Biluo Sword Sect is known for his attack power, and like the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion of the Northern Shenzhou, most of his life savings are invested in the natal flying sword behind him, which is indeed a little worse than his belongings, but he is poor? These two words are also too exaggerated, right? Didn't you see the natal flying sword behind me, uncle? That's the best pinnacle treasure!

Xiang Yang didn't care about his face, and continued to say to himself: "What kind of supreme sect is there, and the big competition has not been held... He knew that he would definitely be selected? Could it be that there was an inside story in this opening of the sect? Isn't the Liuhe Immortal Sect known as 'just, fair, and open'?"

Speaking of which, in fact, within the major sects, the ten places have already been arranged, just like the Liuhe Immortal Sect, except for Ning Shendou, this Ren Mu and another real disciple are all on the list of required candidates, but this can't be spread out, being stirred up by Xiang Yang like this, there was a whisper next to him.

That Ren Mu's face was also gloomy, and he glared at Changzong who had just pulled out his tiger skin to use, it didn't matter if he said it in private just now, but if it was going to spread, he couldn't hold it back, in case it was known by the Liuhe Ancestor, his old man would be unhappy, and this time he might not have anything to do with himself.

You must know that within the Liuhe Immortal Sect, there are six people in the real realm of Shouyuan below a thousand years old, not the four legends outside, if it weren't for the fact that he was already at the peak of the catastrophe, he had a slight upper hand in the realm, plus there was an elder-level grandfather, it is estimated that he might not be able to rank among the popular choices.

This is because of some trivial things that went wrong, and he really has to regret it in the future, he pondered here, and looked at the dark crow Fengzhi, this heavenly treasure is actually dispensable to him, and he is also going to please his grandfather, or just forget it?

However, so many people watched, if they let go, it would be tantamount to losing the face of their own Immortal Sect, and now it is a little difficult to ride a tiger.

Before he could make a decision, Xiang Yang had already squatted down, looked at the dark crow Fengzhi over and over a few times, and then sighed: "It's really a good thing, there are still fire-based spirit veins in the land of extreme yin, and the fire spirit that is born can't be enlightened for millions of years and then turned into this thing, which is a little worse than those innate spirit things..."

He touched his chin there, pondered it carefully, and then threw out a Sumeru ring, stretched out his hand and wiped it, and a stack of top-grade vitality stones were neatly stacked in front of him, and then he looked up and smiled.

"Senior brother, this is what the young master asked me to send to you... Said that if you fancy something in this market, just buy it, our Wanfa Immortal Sect, there is not much else, just a lot of money... Those poor ghosts... Hey, hey!"

He squinted and glanced at Changzong and Ren Mu, although he didn't finish his words, but the meaning was very clear - what about you, poor ghosts!

Ren Mu was really angry now, and in front of everyone's eyes, if he was really bought by the Ten Thousand Law Immortal Sect with this Dark Crow Fengzhi, wouldn't he have settled on the title of this 'poor ghost'?

According to the legend, his own supreme ancestor is very good-looking, this matter will fall on his old man's ears, let alone want to worship his subordinates, if he is not kicked out, it will be a good life, right?

"But this little guy took out the best vitality stone... That's a little bit too much, isn't it?"

He lowered his head and glanced at the stall, and his heart was shocked, that stack of stacks, at least a few hundred...

Xiang Yang glared at him, without the slightest consciousness as a minor monk in the Yudan period, as if he decided that he didn't dare to act rough in front of the public, and directly pushed those Yuan Qi stones with a big grin: "Look at what? That's all... Well, it's not much, it's just two hundred... Plus the forty-eight yuan that our senior brother has on hand, a total of two hundred and forty-eight, if you want to bid higher than us, just take it..."

He pouted behind the two of them: "Why don't you make it up?" But looking at your poor and sour appearance, I don't think you can make up much..."

Ren Mu's face turned white, he did have some top-grade vitality stones on his body, but the eighty of Jia Fangcai was only in his early 100s, more than two hundred, even if he went back to the cave now, he couldn't turn it over...

But now in front of so many people, it is really difficult to ride a tiger, and he can't leave if he wants to, so he turned to Changzong beside him with a gloomy face: "Senior Brother Chang, I'm a little inconvenient now, if you have it, can you lend me some?"

Changzong was also very embarrassed when he heard this, he originally wanted to take advantage of Ren Mu's majesty to lose Shen Yan's face, but he didn't expect that the peak of the peak of the nine turns plus a genius of the real realm was actually squeezed like this by a little monk in the Dan period with words, but so many people watched, how can this be done?

He does still have a lot of vitality stones in his pocket, but it is the public money of the Sword Pavilion, and he can keep it for his own use, this Ren Mu said that it was borrowed, and the ghost knows if he will pay it back? After all, this matter is also his own beginning!

Seeing that he was a little hesitant, Ren Mu sneered and said, "What's the matter? Senior Brother Chang has doubts about my credibility?"

As soon as he said this, where did Changzong dare to say more, he took out a Sumeru ring with a bitter face, and counted out the pieces of the best vitality stones, his movements were extremely slow, and his face was ugly and black, as if he had just died.

When the two of them stacked the two hundred and forty-nine pieces of top-grade vitality stones, Xiang Yang sighed, stretched out his hand, and put his own away, and then shook his head: "The two poor ghosts have been together for a long time, and they still have some net worth, but they are also a little stingy, no more, no less, just add a piece, sure enough, the little family is very angry... Forget it, I'm different from others, I talk about it, this treasure is yours!"

After speaking, he turned around directly, pulled Shen Yan and left.

Ren Mu and Changzong looked at their backs, and then looked at the stall owner in front of them and put away their Yuan Qi stones with a smile, no matter how they thought about it, they felt that they had been wronged once, and they had the urge to vomit blood.

Xiang Yang had already pulled Shen Yan into the crowd, and before leaving, he looked back at the stall owner, and suddenly showed a strange smile.

After the stall owner finished collecting the vitality stone, he handed over the dark crow Fengzhi with a smile, for some reason, his hand suddenly trembled, and a voice came from the sea of knowledge: "Boss, I helped you slaughter two fat sheep, and I will add five ha to the second and one, I only need one hundred and twenty-four yuan, you take one more, otherwise... Hehe, can you really think that no one knows this unjust soul Huozhi? If you let our Ren Mu Zhenren know... You know..."

Ren Mu and Changzong's faces were so dark that they could already drip water, but they didn't pay attention to the stall owner's face, which was also wonderful...