Ask for a monthly pass, a monthly pass, a monthly pass, a renewal ticket!

A Tsukidan in a jade bottle had already rolled on Qian Xing's outstretched palm.

A faint fragrance suddenly filled the hut.

As long as you smell this strange fragrance, you can immediately make people jīng shocked.

Tsukidan is useless to himself and Ugly now, so he just uses it to pay for it.

Although high-grade immortal stones are scarce, as long as you find and control a slightly better vein, it is still possible to dig them.

However, even if a rare raw material is found, it may not be able to be successfully refined.

Therefore, for those who need it, Tsukidan is far more important than a few immortal stones.

The voice on the other side was silent, obviously not expecting that Qian Xing would be able to come up with such a fierce competition among the various sects.

"That's right, this pill is indeed Zhuji Dan, so let's do it, one Zhuji Dan, plus ten high-grade immortal stones. ”

The calm voice on the other side clearly had some mood swings.

Lao Qian sneered, obviously, the other party needs this Zhuji Dan to build a foundation for others.

"I'll give you sixteen high-grade immortal stones, and you can sell me one, okay?

One Tsukidan! Not a single silver coin will be added!"

Old Qian stood up and turned around to leave.

The most basic bargaining method worked.

"Okay, guest, you put ten high-grade immortal stones as collateral first, and wait until the news has been widely spread, and then hand over the Zhuji Dan."

As for whether the two Jindan monks of Xuantian Gate will leave White Deer City, it is not up to our sect to decide. ”

Lao Qian lowered his head and thought about it, it is true, even if he goes for a walk, it may not be guaranteed that the two guys Tukmu and Stink will leave White Deer City.

"Okay! That's it. ”

Lao Qian took out ten high-grade immortal stones. As collateral, it was placed in a tray.

The faint halo emitted by the ten high-grade immortal stones illuminated the entire pitch-black room as if moonlight was falling.

Waiting rìzi is boring. Lao Qian has nothing to do, just wander around the streets and alleys, restaurants, teahouses.

The ability of the Hidden Rat Gate to spread the news is really terrifying, eight days later. There was a merchant who came from the Sinai Dynasty and brought news: I heard that the Heavenly Wolf Gate had obtained the cultivation method of the Nine Heavens Bidai Small Extinction Divine Light left by the real people of the Great Wilderness.

At the junction of the Sinai Dynasty and the Southern Qi Kingdom, stretching for more than 3,000 miles, the Tianluo Gate General Altar is located at the southernmost point of the border line of more than 3,000 miles.

On the second day after the news spread in Qingsha City, dozens of monks in Qingsha City galloped out of the city towards all directions.

Some of them went to inform their own sects. Some monks rushed directly to the main altar of the Heavenly Wolf Gate in the south. Two days later, all the monks in Qingsha City who were above the sixth rank of Qi cultivation disappeared from Qingsha City.

Only those cultivators below the sixth order of Qi cultivation stayed helplessly in Qingsha City.

"The cultivation below the sixth order of Qi cultivation is too low. In this kind of competition, I am afraid that we are not even qualified to be cannon fodder. ”

A young red-haired monk sighed in the teahouse, tilted his head, and drank the whole cup of strong tea.

"That's right, I'm afraid I'm qualified to fight. At least it's a monk above the middle stage of foundation building.,The winner of Zuihou must be a Jindan monk or,A higher-level person.。 ”

The other green-haired monk echoed in agreement. Who calls himself inferior to others?

Old Qian looked at this large group of people with relish, for something that simply did not exist. One by one, they sighed, sighing that the good thing had no place of its own.

Twenty days later, more news came, and a large number of monks rushed to the main altar of the Heavenly Wolf Gate, and dozens of clashes had occurred on the way, and the death toll had risen to dozens.

And Lao Qian finally sat in the small black room again, looking at the information on a white letter: Xuantian Gate two Jindan monks Tukemu. Stink. He had secretly left White Deer City yesterday and headed in the direction of the Southern Heavenly Wolf Gate General Altar.

"Yay!"

Old Qian smiled cheaply. He took out Tsukidan, put it on the tray that stretched out, and took back the ten high-grade immortal stones placed on the tray into his ring.

Great, Lao Qian has to admit that sometimes, the liliang of language is indeed bigger than a sword.

Two days later, at night, Lao Qian was already in a private house in White Deer City, looking at the palace of the king of Nanqi from a distance.

There is nothing on this cultivation earthly star, and the buildings outside the palace cannot exceed the bullshit rules such as the height of the palace wall.

Therefore, Lao Qian was able to rest assured, like an ordinary tourist, to enjoy the goal as a view.

The palace of the king of the Southern Qi Dynasty is arranged in a rectangle, the length of the north and south is almost three times that of the east and west, and the city wall has eight corner towers, which are four corners, and above the middle section of the north and south palace walls.

The overall architecture of the palace presents golden sè, thick and clumsy, I don't know what kind of wood is made of pavilions and pavilions, and there is a bit of Chinese antiquity.

The emperors of China have always been very fond of these two things - yellow sè and gardens.

An artificial lake in the shape of a gourd sits on the west side of the palace.

However, on the side of the lake near the palace, there is a small stream that separates the eastern bank of the lake from the palace wall.

With Lao Qian's aesthetic knowledge of nine tricks and one trick, Lao Qian believes that the setting of this stream is purely a fart off his pants, which is too much.

There must be something strange in this, perhaps, inside this creek, there are many dangers hidden in the imagination of ordinary people.

Lao Qian turned his eyes to the eight corner towers of the palace, the eight corner towers of the palace are not the traditional Chinese cornices and pagoda style, but like the old-fashioned water tower used to send water, the top and bottom are as thick, round as a chimney, and the top of the corner tower is crowned with a mushroom-shaped hat.

On top of the round hat, there is a ring of crimson metal fences, and inside the fence, a circle of archers and swordsmen stands.

Those swordsmen and archers, wearing heavy armor of red sè, those red sè metal, known to Lao Qian, called a kind of burning copper, are much worse than the hundred-layer dark silver armor on the soul shaking pig and the thunder tiger.

However, it is much harder than the dark iron used as a hardening material for weapons in the world.