Fang Nan was stunned, and when he looked back, he saw a blue-robed monk with a wide body and a fat body, full of momentum, striding towards the inner circle. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as the surrounding monks saw this person, they all consciously gave way to it, and the voices of discussion immediately surged like a tide.

"Eight hundred spirit stones?"

"It's a rich senior, a rich predecessor is here!"

"It can actually make the rich seniors excited, but I'm afraid that it is indeed a foundation puppet. ”

"Lao Zheng is lucky this time, if he can have enough pills, maybe he will return to Zhuji......"

Fang Nan was silent, and after listening for a while, he finally figured out the origin of this blue-robed monk.

The monk surnamed Fu is named Fu Jian, who is the predecessor of Qingquan Mountain, the largest local sect in Hanzhou, who is responsible for the procurement of the sect, and has always been generous, and has a high reputation in the entire Fang City.

And itself, it has the realm of the late stage of foundation building, and the one-handed Biyan Jue is even more famous in the Hanzhou Immortal Cultivation Circle, and in terms of status, it is even higher than Mu Hai, the contemporary head of Qingquan Mountain.

As for the middle-aged monk who made the foundation building puppet, he was originally the head of a small cultivation immortal family in the south of Hanzhou, and he entered the foundation building realm more than ten years ago, but it was only because the family was annexed later that he lost his divine spirit essence in the war, and he fell all the way to the current tenth layer of qi refining.

Now that the family is in ruins, if he wants to enter the foundation building again, he has to earn enough spirit stones to buy the foundation building pill, which can be described as extremely difficult.

After thinking about it, Fu Jian had already arrived in front of the monk surnamed Zheng, his eyes turned left and right, and he looked at the young man surnamed Mu standing on the left side with a little surprise: "Mu Qinghe, you kid, don't cultivate well in the family, what are you doing here?"

The young man surnamed Mu changed his face slightly when Fu Jian's voice came, and he retreated a lot into the crowd, and Fang Cai even shrank behind Fang Nan and didn't dare to show his face. Seeing that he still didn't escape, he had to stand up with a wry smile, bow down and say, "The little nephew has seen the uncle." ”

"Don't you say that I know, it's your puppets again?" Fu Jian waved his hand and shook his head angrily, "When you can concentrate on cultivation, you will be able to break through Qi refining long ago." The hopes of the junior brother are now placed on you, don't play wild outside the sect. ”

"What the master taught me was that the little nephew had planned to return to the sect for a period of time after tomorrow. Mu Qinghe calmly seemed to be a different person at the moment, and said respectfully.

"That's in the past. Fu Jian stroked his beard with satisfaction, turned to look at the monk surnamed Zheng, looked the puppet up and down, and said with great satisfaction, "Yes, yes, the old man has been lacking such a helper recently, Zheng Daoyou, can you sell it to me at the price offered by the old man?"

"This ......" The monk surnamed Zheng was obviously tempted by this price, after all, so many spirit stones were enough for him to buy a Zhuji Dan, and the opportunity to return to Zhuji was close at hand, how could he not care a lot.

After hesitating for a moment, the monk surnamed Zheng looked at the little fat man beside him, and after stroking the top of his head lovingly for a long time, he finally shook his head.

"Since it is the rich seniors who speak, it is not easy for the younger generations to hide it. The monk surnamed Zheng groaned and said with a wry smile, "The junior took out this puppet just to prove his puppet skills." After all, the south of Fang City is full of fellow qi refining practitioners, so that the puppets can resist everyone's attacks, Zheng still has confidence. ”

"Oh, the old man gave out the spirit stone to buy your spirit stone, why don't you want to?" Fu Jian raised his eyebrows slightly and said lightly.

"To tell you the truth, this kid of my family was favored by the Huangshi seniors who passed through here a few years ago, and he has been accepted as a registered disciple, and when he cultivates to the sixth layer of qi refining, he can officially worship the entrance wall. This puppet is actually a gift from the younger generation to the dog, so that he can take it on his body for self-defense. After hesitating for a while, the monk surnamed Zheng patted the shoulder of the little fat man next to him and said proudly.

"Huangshi seniors, could it be the Huangshi Daoist of the Wanzhu Sect!"

I heard that Huangshi's predecessor stepped into the late stage of foundation building forty years ago, and now he is afraid that he has only touched the realm of Jiedan, and he can be accepted as a disciple by his old man, I don't know how much immortal fortune it is!"

"Hey, isn't the kid of Zheng Daoyou's family a three-spirit root, how can he be favored by Huangshi's seniors?"

"I heard that the main peak of the Wanzhu Sect has always paid attention to puppetry, and Zheng Hao, this little guy, has been extremely talented in puppetry, so I'm afraid he has taken a fancy to this. ”

......

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Fang Nan glanced at Zheng Hao quite unexpectedly, the little fat man's face was slightly red, and he just met Shang Nan's gaze, scratched his head, and smiled embarrassedly.

Fu Jian's face at this time was not so good-looking, he stared at the monk surnamed Zheng for a long time, and said coldly: "A thousand spirit stones, Zheng Daoyou, haven't you always wanted to return to Zhuji, but think about it." ”

In contrast, I still feel that the life and future of the dog are more important. The monk surnamed Zheng did not hesitate at this moment and refused.

Fu Jian's eyes suddenly became gloomy, and when he saw that many monks around him were watching, he didn't want to say anything, so he snorted coldly, "I don't know how to lift", and left by himself through the crowd.

Even Mu Qinghe on the side didn't take another look.

Fang Nan looked at Mu Qinghe behind him, and saw that there was no joy on his face, staring closely at the back of Fu Jian who was leaving, his expression was quite complicated.

"Sure enough, it's a monk of the Mu family......" Fang Nan muttered secretly, these two seemed to be close to each other when they first met, but in fact, they were a lot of cats. Mu Qinghe is not as heartless as he did before, and his mind is not simple when he comes out of a big sect and a big family.

Suddenly, Fang Nan's eyes flashed, and he found that Fu Jian turned his head and looked at the puppet again before he walked away, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

Fang Nan sighed secretly, turned his head to look at the stall, at this time, the monk surnamed Zheng was afraid of causing any more trouble, so he had already picked up the spirit stone on the puppet and put it all into the storage bag.

If the father and son don't go far, I'm afraid that they will not be able to escape the poison. Fang Nan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Judging from the discussions of many Qi Refining Cultivators, Fu Jian's status is so high and his strength is that he is afraid that he is among the best in the entire Hanzhou.

How could such a person be willing to let the junior lose face and not get what he wanted?

"Hmph, this old thief, sooner or later, one day will ......" An extremely subtle voice suddenly came from beside him, Fang Nan tilted his head, glanced at Mu Qinghe on his side, and saw that his face was calm, only his lips were moving slightly.

Looking at the unresponsive appearance of the monks around him, Fang Nan instantly reacted, this kid was just muttering to himself in a voice that he could only hear, but his ears had been transformed by soul power, and he was much sharper than ordinary people.

His heart moved, but Fang Nan was silent.

He looked at Mu Qinghe and said with a smile: "Since Zheng Daoyou has put away the puppet, why don't you go back to Brother Mu's stall?"

"Why, isn't it, do you really want to buy it?" Mu Qinghe looked surprised when he heard this, and looked Fang Nandao up and down.

Fang Nan smiled slightly, bowed his head and said, "Not bad." ”