When Han Sheng first entered the second floor of Qingfeng Pavilion, he was really attracted by the dazzling array of goods inside. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 In the shops on both sides of the info floor, there are magic weapons, charms, pills, and cheats. In the middle hall, monks meditate cross-legged in front of the stalls, waiting for customers. The price of each item was clearly marked, and Han Sheng was shocked speechless after just one glance. The price on the sign is often in the thousands, and hundreds of thousands of items are not uncommon.

On the right hand side in front of Han Sheng, there was an old monk in a wine red robe, quietly looking at what he was selling, a pair of golden armor, domineering. Han Sheng glanced at the price, eight hundred and sixty thousand spirit stones, he retracted his gaze like an electric shock, and walked away silently.

Let's go buy Tsukidan.

In the northeast corner of the second floor, more than a dozen pill shops of various sects are in a row, and the doors are wide open, allowing you to purchase. Each pill shop has its own characteristics, just look at the billboard hanging at the door. The pill shop in Shushan specializes in treating bruises, the pill shop in Emei focuses on beauty and beauty, and the pill shop in Kunlun Mountain is warm and healthy.

Han Sheng walked slowly, passing by one shop after another, and the scene inside disappointed him, this is the Qingfeng Pavilion that claims to be all-encompassing?

There were a few small servants in the pharmacy who greeted him with extreme enthusiasm, and Han Sheng walked away quickly, he didn't believe that there would be good pills inside.

Until the end, I didn't find my favorite pharmacy, but I saw the signboard of Yunhai Sect. Han Sheng was not surprised, Yunhai Sect had three major workshops, weapon pill spirit stone mines, these three were the economic pillars of Yunhai Sect's dominance of Lancang, but the most famous was the Yunhai Divine Soldier.

He glanced at the Yunhai Sect's pharmacy from a distance, and the advertisement in front of the door read: "Dispel fatigue, refresh the mind, let us never stop!"

It's really well written, Han Sheng's mocking look flashed, and he turned his head and walked into the trading market in the center of the hall.

Most of the sellers and buyers in the market are casual cultivators, who are here trying to exchange their treasures with other monks.

Every seller has something for sale in front of them, and next to it is written what they need to barter. If you don't want to run around, you can look up directly at the ceiling, which is a projection screen made of giant spirit stones, scrolling through the sellers' goods and needs day and night.

This is the realm of cultivating immortals.

Han Sheng sighed in his heart, if he doesn't go out of the workshop, he doesn't know the size of the world, and if he doesn't go to Lancang, he doesn't know the prosperity of the world.

A sale message on the screen caught Han Sheng's attention, "Sell Zhuji Dan, Peiyuan Dan, and Yangshen Pill at a high price, the southwest corner of the market, don't disturb if you are not sincere." ”

Interesting, others are crying blood for sale, jumping off the building with free shipping, why is this different?

Han Sheng interspersed and wandered through the crowd, and finally squeezed into the southwest corner. At the edge of the flower market, I saw a young monk in a yellow robe and a hat, hiding in the most remote corner, biting the dog's tail grass in all kinds of boredom.

"Dao friendly," Han Sheng walked up to him and bowed, and the young monk hurriedly got up to salute in return, and there was a black veil covering his face in front of his hat, which ordinary monks couldn't see.

"I don't know where these pills come from, and how are they going to exchange them?" Han Sheng frowned, there were only three or four bottles of pills on the young monk's stall, and there was a big word "money" written on the ground.

"Give me 400,000 spirit stones, and I'll give them all to you. The young monk rubbed his hands together, looking quite excited.

Han Sheng was stunned on the spot, and the young monk saw that the young man didn't reply, for fear that he would leave, so he hurriedly came over and whispered: "Little brother, to tell you the truth, these bottles of my pills are amazing, they were refined by the elders of Kunlun Mountain. If I hadn't been fucking stolen as soon as I got off the mountain, I wouldn't have sold it!"

The corners of Han Sheng's mouth twitched slightly, the dignified Kunlun Mountain, the disciple of the first sect in the world, was stolen by thieves in the mortal world? He pointed to the Kunlun Pill Shop in the northeast corner and asked, "Why don't you sell the pill to them?"

"it," the young monk scolded, "and if I'm discovered, I'll be confined back to the mountain, and I haven't had enough." Little brother, I am really from Kunlun Mountain, you see, I will be Samadhi True Fire! Kunlun Exclusive Secret Technique!"

The young monk's left hand flickered in the air, and his index finger suddenly ignited a beam of ethereal flame, which was extinguished in an instant.

"This is the Samadhi True Fire?" Han Sheng stared motionlessly at the young monk's index finger, although the flame just now was extremely small, it made him feel mortally dangerous.

"Almost. The young monk smiled dryly and touched his head, he had only practiced one of them, and it was of little use except to scare people.

"Can Samadhi True Fire be sold?" asked Han Sheng with an expectant expression.

"How dare you think about it!" The young monk gasped, stunned by the ignorance of the young man in front of him, and said viciously: "The master has an order, and no exercises can be passed on, and those who violate them will not be killed!"

Probably for fear of scaring away the only customer, the young monk hurriedly added: "If the Fa is not passed on to the six ears, didn't your master say this? Casually asking people for exercises is equivalent to slapping the face in public for many sects." It's good that you've met me, and if it were someone else, I'm afraid there would have been a fight. ”

"Okay," Han Sheng smiled helplessly, the Immortal Cultivation Realm was strictly controlled and there were many rules, it seemed that he would have to learn more about it in the future, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Little brother, you see that these bottles of pills are all genuine Kunlun products, if you put it in that store, at least 200,000 bottles of it, now I only need you 400,000, 400,000 four bottles, it's cheap enough." The young monk rubbed his hands anxiously, he had been waiting here for a long time.

Han Sheng sighed: "It's really cheap, but I only have 70,000 spirit stones in my body now, of which 50,000 are borrowed from the elders, which bottle do you think I can buy?"

"Wouldn't it?" the young monk's jaw was about to fall to the ground, "You only brought seventy thousand spirit stones with you to shop in Qingfeng Pavilion?"

"Do you think I'm rich?" Han Sheng sneered, "I just want to buy a Tsukidan and go back to Tsuki." ”

"One?" the young monk tilted his head to look at Han Sheng, "It turns out that you are a casual cultivator, and you still need to build your own foundation." ”

Han Sheng's heart was stabbed by the young monk's last words, his face was gloomy, and he turned around and left. Unlike you young masters, we have done our best to stay alive.

"Don't go!" the young monk screamed, "70,000 is 70,000, can't I sell you a bottle of Tsukidan?"

Under the young monk's hard pull, Han Sheng reluctantly went back.

"Na," the young monk grabbed a bottle of pill casually, "Kunlun Zhuji Dan, there are three in it." If one is not enough to build the foundation, take another one, two is not enough to build the foundation, take three, three is not enough to build the foundation, then ...... Then I can't help it. ”

Han Sheng didn't pay attention to the chattering young monk, his eyes were completely attracted by the transparent jade vial behind the bottle of Tsukidan, and a blue pill was lying quietly in the bottle. Its surface is so smooth and perfect, but the colors are not very harmonious, the top is bright sky blue, and the bottom is a thick dark blue.

The young monk followed Han Sheng's gaze and was stunned for a moment, "This is also a Tsukidan, but it is of little use to you, I originally planned to sell it to those rich people for collection." ”

"Collection?" Han Sheng turned around and asked, "Can't you eat this Tsukidan?"

"That's not it," the young monk shook his head, "This is the Zhuji Pill refined by the previous generation of Kunlun Sect Masters for the disciples of the True Transmission, but unfortunately the previous generation of Masters of the Dao is thorough, but the alchemy is, cough cough," the young monk consciously lost his words and hurriedly coughed twice.

"In short, this Tsukidan has no medicinal power, so it is more suitable for viewing and admiration...... cough cough cough, anyway, for casual cultivators like you who need to rush through the level and build a foundation, those three are more practical. ”

"Isn't there any medicinal power?" Han Sheng's eyes were brighter than ever, "Then I'll want this bottle." ”

"Are you sure?" said the young monk in astonishment, "with your financial conditions, I think it is still ......"

"Needless to say, I just need this bottle. Han Sheng interrupted him, handed all the money tickets in his arms to the young monk, and left in a hurry after the count was finished.

"See you soon!" the young monk waved happily behind him, "You are my Chen Shuzhi's first customer, and you must succeed in building the foundation." ”

In the inn room, Han Sheng stared at the mysterious blue Tsukidan, and swallowed hard, Rao is young and old, and he was also a little stressed and entangled at the moment.

Is it really going to be swallowed? He wasn't sure if the backward deduction method was useful for the master-level mental method, and he had only done experiments with Bigu Dan before, what if the backward deduction method was ineffective against the Zhuji Dan? Even if this Zhuji Dan was shallow, what if it was like Boss Huang's son, before he deduced the mental method, he exploded and died?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help but take a step back, and happened to see the prosperous and busy Lancang Mansion outside the window. In an instant, it was like a slap in the head, and the days of working hard day and night in the workshop flashed in front of me, those days that were unwilling to despair, pain and confusion!

The opportunity to change your destiny is right in front of you, how can you be afraid of death and run away?

I don't even dare to accept Zhuji Dan, what kind of immortal do I cultivate? What revenge!

Han Sheng laughed and picked up the jade bottle and swallowed Tsukidan in one gulp.

Lancang Mansion, Qingfeng Pavilion, and Yun Si stood at the door of Qingfeng Pavilion, scratching their ears and cheeks, very anxious. Seeing that it was going to be dark, he didn't even see the shadow of that kid, and he couldn't go in Qingfeng Pavilion, he was ignorant and reckless, and he made a fuss inside, biting a civet cat to death, and has since been blacklisted: demon cultivators and dogs, not allowed to enter.

You can't enter, you don't dare to break in, Yunsi has been cultivating for decades, and he has never been so aggrieved. In order to find the kid, he had to cast a spell again, turned into a dog, sniffed outside the door, and suddenly made a "whoosh", ran wildly on all fours, and rushed to the inn in front of him.

Right in front, just upstairs!

Yun Si was furious, he was fed up with this kid running around, and the humiliation he experienced today could only be washed away with blood!

Bite him to death, eat him, pull him out again!

"Boom!" The wooden door of the guest room shattered, and in the midst of the debris in the sky, a huge greyhound pounced in and bit Han Sheng's throat!