After walking around the south, Fang Nan's storage bag had a pile of blank rune paper exchanged for ten spirit stones, as for the pen and ink needed to make talismans, it was not that there was nothing here, but the production was poor, and he couldn't look down on it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he turned back to the north near the mountain gate, Long Tao had already stood up, holding the mountain gate with one hand and covering his swollen cheeks with the other, looking at Huang Laosan who was following Fang Nan viciously.

Huang Laosan frowned when he saw the other party's injury, but he didn't confront the opponent again.

This time he just wanted to vent his anger, but he didn't hold back for a while, he used more strength, but he didn't expect the injury to be so obvious.

Although he really wants to be opposed, he is not very afraid of the other party, but such an opponent can naturally be less or less, and he still can't hold back his temperament after all, and he is a little impulsive.

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Fang Nan also saw Long Tao's appearance at this time, he was stunned, and smiled slightly, when the other party appeared in front of him before, he had always looked bright and serious, and he had never seen this kind of embarrassment.

Long Tao saw Fang Nan looking at him, a little embarrassed, but he still stepped forward and said vaguely: "Fang ...... Fang Daoyou, trap the ......"

When Huang Laosan heard this, he immediately snorted coldly and said, "Long Tao, are you still thinking about the spirit rune?" I am willing to give out forty spirit stones, do you think Fang Daoyou will give you the spirit rune?"

Long Tao's face changed, and he stopped talking and looked at Fang Nan, obviously not believing that he had been cut off like this.

"Interesting. Fang Nan glanced at Huang Laosan and said with a smile: "Did I say I wanted to sell it to you?"

"This ......"

Huang Laosan choked suddenly, in his mind, he added three more pieces on the basis of the thirty-seven spirit stones, it stands to reason that this deal should be stable, but he didn't expect Fang Nan to be so faceless.

"I'm not short of spirit stones right now. Fang Nan glanced at the two of them, and his tone was leisurely, "It's that the spirit pen I used before has been damaged recently, you go and find me a better spirit pen, whoever brings it to me first, this batch of spirit runes will be sold to whoever you want." ”

"Spirit pen?"

Huang Laosan and Long Tao were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other, obviously not expecting Fang Nan to propose such an exchange condition.

"We're just cultivating, and it's hard to find a good spiritual pen...... Why don't you change the conditions?"

After being silent for a while, Long Tao suddenly said with a bitter face.

"Although you don't have it on Lingyun Peak, can't you buy it on Longshou Peak? You have also rented it in this Spirit Beast Mountain for many years, don't tell me that you don't have a way to trade with Longshou Peak in private. Fang Nan snorted coldly and said lightly.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the fact that he had spent less time on this Lingyun Peak, and had not been able to retreat for many years in the first two years, he had never had the opportunity to meet formal disciples, how could he still use them.

"If the pen I found is satisfactory to me, it is not impossible for him to hand over the monthly talismans in the future......"

As soon as Fang Nan said this, Huang Laosan and Long Tao had a fiery look flashing in their eyes.

"This ...... All right. Long Tao smiled bitterly and nodded.

In fact, of course he knew that he could find it on Longshou Peak, and the reason why he said this was just to earn some sympathy points in front of Fang Nan. But since the other party can see through it at a glance, there is no need to say anything more, it is only serious to find a spiritual pen before Huang Laosan.

Immediately, he secretly made a decision, planning to wait for his eldest brother to return to the mountain gate tomorrow and then go to Longshou Peak.

"No problem, Fang Daoyou, don't worry, the matter of the spirit pen is wrapped up in the next body, and I promise to make you satisfied!" Huang Laosan on the side was not to be outdone, and hurriedly responded.

"It seems that I have to find a way to Longshou Peak......"

Fang Nan saw that the two of them agreed happily, knowing that this was not a difficult thing for them, and couldn't help but groan.

You must know that after being allowed to enter Longshou Peak, you can enter the library pavilion of the main peak, where the classics are vast, I don't know how much stronger than those on this Lingyun Peak, and many of your own problems, maybe you can find solutions in them.

Just as he was thinking about it, a monk who was as thin as a bamboo pole suddenly ran over in a panic, still more than ten zhang away from the mountain gate, and shouted loudly: "Brother Liu!

"What?"

The crowd suddenly opened a way, and the short and fat old man from before walked over surrounded by three or four scattered cultivators, he looked at the monks who ran over, and frowned: "What nonsense, didn't Gu Ci'an also die in the miasma a few days ago?"

"I don't know what the situation is, but someone saw him in front of the gate of Longshou Peak Mountain, with a menacing look, as if he knew about us. The tall monk paused, gasping for air.

"Isn't it, Gu Ci'an is really not dead?"

"How is it possible, Brother Wang, think about it, which of the Qi refining cultivators who went to the Qi Refining Mountain Range last time came back alive?"

"Could it be that someone is spreading rumors and wants to stand up for this kid?"

"It doesn't look like it, what if we really come here?"

"Alas, last time the old man said that he would postpone it for a few days, but you didn't believe it......"

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The scattered cultivators behind the short and fat old man changed their expressions one by one at this moment, and they began to discuss, and the short and fat old man stood in place with his eyes squinted, and his face became extremely gloomy.

"Gu Ci'an?"

Fang Nan's heart moved slightly, this name could be described as thunderous among the low-level disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain, even a monk like him who had been in retreat for many years knew a little bit of the demeanor of the first disciple of Spirit Beast Mountain's Qi refining.

I heard that this Gu Ci'an was originally a disciple of Wanjianmen in Nantang Prefecture, and in the twelfth year of Wanjianmen, he was destroyed by the ancient sword sect, the first sect of the Jin Kingdom, Gu Ci'an was still young at the time, and was rescued by the monk of Spirit Beast Mountain who passed by Nantang and brought back to the sect.

And after Gu Ci'an arrived at Spirit Beast Mountain, he quickly showed his extraordinary cultivation talent, breaking through the realm all the way, and two years ago, he stepped into the twelfth layer of qi refining at the age of less than thirty, and began to hit the bottleneck of foundation building.

On top of last year's sect competition, Gu Ci'an was even more alone, without using spirit beasts, with a single hand of magical swordsmanship, he defeated all the challenging qi refining disciples, and I don't know how many people's eyes were broken.

Fang Nan glanced at the old man's waist, saw a bulging spirit beast bag, and knew that the other party had already obtained it from the young man surnamed Guan.

Now it seems that the original owner of the marmoset beast is not only an official disciple on Longshou Peak, but also has a close relationship with Gu Ci'an, so it is no wonder that the Humpty Dumpty Old Man and his gang became so flustered as soon as they heard the news.

At this moment, a commotion suddenly sounded behind him.

"Look at the sky!"

"The best flying spirit weapon, sure enough, it's Gu Ci'an!"

"Gu Ci'an is really not dead, hehe, now Lao Liu's gang is going to suffer......"

In the boiling discussion, Fang Nan's eyebrows moved and turned around.

I saw a cyan sword light suddenly lit up behind Lingyun Peak, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through the sky for hundreds of zhang and crossed the peak to the front of the mountain gate.

As soon as the sword light fell, a figure jumped down and landed steadily on the bluestone mountain road.

Fang Nan's heart was slightly cold, and he squinted.

Dressed in a black robe and carrying a four-foot Qingfeng, he was a young man with a delicate appearance, his expression was cold at the moment, and he looked at the many scattered cultivators present.

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