Walking out of the cave where he had been staying for a few days, Wang Fan took a deep breath, in this dense mountain forest, the fresh air will always make people feel refreshed and refreshed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Throwing out the distracting thoughts in his head, Wang Fan flew towards the Demon Hunting City without thinking about it.

Along the way, Wang Fan flew slowly, enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way, and from time to time met one or two little monks who practiced qi standing with their hands arched, and did not dare to breathe when they saw Wang Fan passing by, for fear of annoying this master who did not know his temperament.

In fact, Wang Fan is so terrible, but he didn't give any explanation, making people afraid of you is also a way to reduce trouble, and it is also a means to protect yourself.

After a while, Wang Fan returned to the towering demon hunting city. He casually paid two spirit stones to the monk guarding the door, and walked in generously.

He wasn't afraid of being recognized, because he had changed his appearance slightly, and besides, he had been outside for so long, and it was not certain how many people remembered it.

Along the way, the monks on the street were like hawkers selling things on the ground, looking lively and lively, and a familiar feeling immediately surged into Wang Fan's heart.

After all, as long as he is still a human, he can't get out of this society, and as for whether the legendary immortal is the same as him, he doesn't know.

Subsequently, Wang Fan looked at the teahouse where people came and went, then walked up to the second floor, came to a corner by the window and sat down, and after a while, a small servant ran over to greet the guests.

"Senior, I don't know what you want to do?" asked the little guy respectfully.

"A cup of good spiritual tea, is there one?" Wang Fan said lightly.

"Yes, yes. ”

After speaking, the little guy was not afraid that Wang Fan would eat the overlord meal, so he walked downstairs and made tea.

After a while, the little servant came over with a cup of steaming spiritual tea, and a green fragrance was revealed from the gap between the teacup and the lid, which caused the guests on the side to shout, and the generous guests also ordered a cup of good tea like Wang Fan.

At this time, Wang Fan didn't care about the reaction of the people around him, threw a large amount of spirit stones to Xiao Er with his backhand, and then looked out the window.

At this time, Wang Fan's mind was thinking about his experience of coexistence of opportunity and danger this time, although he had the last laugh, but he remembered clearly who made him have to flee to the Demon Spirit Mountain Range.

Zuo Yu is like a boulder that always weighs on his heart, as long as he meets it, then he must be dead and have no place to bury, or there is not even a scum left of the dead.

Besides, he has now reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, as long as he is cultivating hard, he will definitely be able to break through to the late stage of foundation building, but he doesn't know how long it will take, but he doesn't want to leave a chance for Li Sheng, he can't wait, with so many of his current means, he must be able to save his life under Li Sheng's hands?

However, he didn't have much confidence in himself, and Li Sheng, who appeared in the chaotic sea for a while, was already a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, and he also killed a monk in the false Dan stage, and finally left.

Thinking of this, Wang Fan's heart sank, his face was a little hideous, and the momentum in the middle stage of foundation building unconsciously spread, but he immediately took it back, but this was a pain for some people next to him, because most of them were some monks in the Qi cultivation period, and only a very small number of figures were not affected.

There is no doubt that they all have the same cultivation as Wang Fan, and they are all some foundation building period monks, as for whether there are stronger monks in the Yudan period, Wang Fan's divine sense has not detected it.

I saw a group of Qi cultivation period cultivators around me showing a trace of panic, and I didn't know when I angered this foundation building senior.

But then a voice came, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fellow Daoist, this is a teahouse, please don't be impatient. A voice suddenly came from the depths of the teahouse, and said lightly.

Wang Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, Fake Dan Stage Monk, this is an existence that is stronger than Si Wuyan, and then said: "I will pay attention to it later. ”

Maybe ordinary people will feel a little embarrassed, but everyone present doesn't think it's normal, because in this kind of scene, you should bow your head when you should bow your head.

......

Then there was no sound, and Wang Fan no longer paid attention to everyone, came back to his senses and continued to taste his tea.

After a while, Wang Fan left the teahouse, after all, he still had something to do, and it was impossible to stay here for a long time.

After a while, Wang Fan strode towards a shop, because he had a large number of things on him that he didn't need.

That was to be able to exchange for spirit stones, and then buy pills for cultivation, which was also the purpose of his coming to Demon Hunting City.

Then Wang Fan walked into a shop called Yunya Pavilion, and a young man in white saw a guest coming in, and hurriedly greeted: "Senior, I don't know what you need, we have everything in Yunya Pavilion, and keep it to your satisfaction." ”

"Oh, is it?" Wang Fan then said with a little doubt: "I don't know if you accept things here?"

"This one is for sure. The little guy replied.

Hearing this, Wang Fan immediately took out a large pile of things from the Demon Spirit Mountain Range from the storage bag.

Seeing Wang Fan's movements, the little guy was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Senior, I'm afraid I can't be the master of these, I'll call the steward later." ”

"No, you can go and do the rest! A middle-aged monk in the late stage of foundation building stepped out of the tent and said lightly.

"The surname is Huang, the name is meritorious, and he is the steward here, and the Taoist friends can call me a steward of Huang. The middle-aged monk first introduced himself, and then said lightly, "Daoist friends want to sell these things in exchange for spirit stones!"

"That's right!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded affirmatively, and then stopped talking, concentrating on calculating the value of these things that Wang Fan took out.

"A total of 56,600 spirit stones, which is counted as 57,000 spirit stones, I don't know what to do with friendship?" asked the middle-aged monk tentatively.

Hearing that this price was not much different from his estimate, Wang Fan was sure in his heart, so he said: "Since this is the case, it is 50,000 spirit stones. ”

When the middle-aged monk heard this, his heart was happy, after all, after doing this business, he could also make a lot of profits, and even looked at Wang Fan with a lot of friendliness.

Just as the middle-aged monk was about to hand a storage bag full of spirit stones to Wang Fan, the middle-aged monk said lightly: "Fellow Daoist, I see that you have already built a foundation for the cultivation of the peak of the middle stage, presumably your daily cultivation must lack the auxiliary cultivation of pills. Although Cloud Cliff Pavilion is not ranked among the top few in Demon Hunting City, there are still a lot of good things, and even pills that help break through. ”

After that, the middle-aged monk looked at Wang Fan seriously, as if he wanted to see Wang Fan's reaction.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Fan knew the middle-aged monk's calculations, but this was a matter that was beneficial to both, and he naturally would not refuse.

"I don't know what elixirs are available in Huang Daoyou's Cloud Cliff Pavilion?" Wang Fan said in a deep voice.

As soon as Wang Fan's words came out, Huang Gong knew that there was a play, maybe he could earn a lot of spirit stones, and more importantly, he was able to add another sum to his merit book at the annual meeting of Yunya Pavilion once a year, and maybe he could exchange it for a golden pill in the future.

"Wang Daoyou, for you now, breaking through to the same late stage of foundation building as me is only one step away, although you will break through sooner or later, but the sooner you break through, the better, this is well known, not only to leave more time for future cultivation, but also to ......" The middle-aged monk said slowly, never seeing the meat play.

In the end, the middle-aged monk saw that he was selling a little too much, smiled awkwardly, and ordered the little guy behind, "Go and take out the few pills in the pavilion for this fellow Daoist." ”

After speaking, a small servant next to him hurriedly walked towards the inner room, and after a while, he cautiously walked out with several boxes in his hand.

I saw Huang Gong's big hand wave, and the boxes held by the little guy immediately flew to the counter and lined them up in turn, and then I saw Huang Gong playing a series of unknown legal decisions in his hands.

"Click...... ......" made a crisp sound.

An emerald green box on the left suddenly opened.

"This is the Bailing Pill, it was ...... by an alchemy master with agave," Huang Gong began to introduce at the same time.

A quaint fragrance of the pill slowly spread with the opening of the box, which shocked people's spirits, and Wang Fan in front of the pill felt the most intense.