Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

The middle-aged man surnamed Qin looked at Ji Lingyu with an inexplicable expression: "How do you deal with me, little friend? Your thousand spirit stones are not enough."

Ji Lingyu secretly thought, since the tiger's skin is trying to pull the big flag, let's just play with the big one.

"Senior, do you want to receive middle-grade Qi Gathering Pills here?"

The middle-aged man named Qin was a little surprised: "Take it and take a look."

Ji Lingyu threw out a jade bottle, and the middle-aged man surnamed Qin took it with one hand and scanned it with his spiritual consciousness: "Mid-grade Qi Gathering Pill, I have collected 150 spirit stones from this pavilion. How many do you have, little friend?"

Ji Lingyu threw out another box, and the middle-aged man surnamed Qin took it and opened it to see the four bottles inside. His consciousness swept away and he smiled and said: "My dear friend, these forty-one middle-grade Qi Gathering Pills are indeed worth more than six thousand spiritual stones. You are not kidding me, right?"

"These elixirs are all made by the seniors in the clan. If they are to be sold, of course they should be sold together. Since we have defensive magic weapons, how can we not have offensive magic weapons?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Qin nodded, and when he turned his left hand, a golden flying sword appeared. It was three inches in size and had spiritual patterns flowing on it, making it lifelike.

With a touch of magic power in his right hand, the golden flying sword kept buzzing: "This is the best magic weapon. Not everyone who is a foundation-building monk may have it! It can be used for sacrifice at the peak of Qi training. At the later stage of Qi training, if you drain the magic power, you may be able to shoot it. !”

Ji Lingyu looked at him with a fiery expression, but shook his head: "Senior, do you have a fire element?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Qin looked at Ji Lingyu playfully: "But it's easy."

The golden flying sword in his hand disappeared and was replaced by a red flying sword. He sighed: "This sword was originally a spiritual weapon embryo, breeding a sword spirit! But when it was fused with the sword spirit, it was a little unstable, so it was reduced to a top-grade magic weapon. Once the weapon is ready, it can be used even at the peak of Qi training.”

Ji Lingyu looked at this red flying sword. It was one foot long, with red spiritual lines flowing on it, and a three-legged firebird-shaped pattern engraved on the joint of the sword hilt, which was lifelike.

"If its sword spirit is stable, can it change size like a spiritual weapon?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Qin nodded and said: "Do you know why spiritual weapons all look like long swords? This is a very difficult thing. The fusion of spiritual weapons with soul has always been possible only during the refining of the spiritual weapon. Never I’ve heard that after a spiritual weapon is destroyed, it can be fused to repair it.”

The middle-aged man surnamed Qin smiled again and said, "It's really far away to say this to a friend like you who is in the middle stage of Qi training!"

With a flash of light in his eyes, he looked at the storage bag on Ji Lingyu's waist: "Forty spiritual elixirs, and two thousand spiritual stones, take both."

Ji Lingyu felt a little creepy, her back was soaked, but she gritted her teeth and said, "Thank you, senior, for your help."

After speaking, he threw two storage bags to the middle-aged man named Qin.

The middle-aged man surnamed Qin threw the bottle of elixir containing only one elixir and the red spirit sword back into Ji Lingyu's arms. He also threw a flashing blue water spirit bead on it with his right hand: "Take it."

Ji Lingyu pretended to be calm and quickly walked out of the Jubao Pavilion and disappeared into the east square.

At this time, the middle-aged man surnamed Qin in the last room on the second floor of Jubaozhai was thinking deeply about something. The middle-aged woman just came up the stairs and said, "The monk from the Ye family has left."

"Funny boy, come on! Another profit."

When Ji Lingyu returned to the inn, her heart was still pounding and her shirt was soaked. The middle-aged man surnamed Qin actually saw at a glance how many spiritual stones were in the storage bag.

What kind of strength is this? Judging from his performance, there is no malice, could he really be fooled into thinking that I am a descendant of a foundation-building monk from the Ye family?

None of this is known.

It's not safe to think about the storage bag now. Important items that are not needed temporarily should be placed in the psychic gem space.

This psychic gem has recognized its owner and has already learned to control its aura. He would never recognize it. If that were the case, how could he still be alive?

Thinking of this, he put the best red flying sword, blue water spirit beads, black flying sword, and golden books into storage bags respectively. The figure flashed and came to the land of psychic gem law. He looked at the black land under his feet.

"When the elixir is used up, we have to cultivate some, but now there are only a few dozen spirit stones left. It seems that we have to sell some things to get the spirit stones for emergency use."

Mind the matter at hand first, turn over an empty storage bag and throw it into the black earth. There was no reaction at all. Sure enough, he threw down the four bags with a swish.

Ling'er's voice sounded at this time: "Master, you actually use this place of my great supernatural power as a storage bag."

"Ling'er, at this critical moment, the storage bag outside is not safe. I'm going to leave first. I still have important things to do."

After saying that, he didn't care what Ling'er's reaction was, he quickly returned to the inn, closed his eyes, meditated, and adjusted his breathing.

In the middle of the night, Ji Lingyu quietly appeared in the West Market stall area wearing a black invisible suit. After thinking about it for a while, I didn't bother to use any decorations. I threw a dozen low-level magic weapons directly on the ground and closed my eyes to rest.

At this time, no one who was wandering around the stall area was a novice, and the stall stalls were either fierce or menacing, or they were all dressed in black and masked.

After a while, a burly man in the late stage of Qi training stopped in front of Ji Lingyu. He looked at the man in black but didn't understand the cultivation level of the man in black. He pondered for a while and said, "What's the price of this set of four flying knives? Don't be too dark. It’s for the juniors to play with.”

Ji Lingyu's voice was hoarse and rough: "Take away a hundred spirit stones if you like it."

The burly man: "Seventy."

"Take it away."

The burly man was a little surprised. He took out a storage bag and threw it to the man in black. Ji Lingyu scanned it, nodded, and motioned for the other person to take away the four flying knives.

However, less than an hour later, several people gathered at the stall in front of Ji Lingyu. Because of this stall owner, as long as you like some low-grade magic weapon, even if you pay sixty, this stall owner with unknown cultivation in black will always say, "Take it away." "

After Ji Lingyu sold the last black flying sword, he counted eight hundred spiritual stones. He was quite satisfied and saw a few people who were disappointed and about to leave.

The hoarse and rough voice sounded again: "The one who pays the highest price for the five Qi Gathering Pills will get it."

Several people turned back to look at the ground. Ji Lingyu swept the bottle cap open, then put it back on after a few breaths: "The goods are genuine, Jubaozhai sells them for twenty spirit stones."

"I want all fifteen of them."

A dark-skinned man in the late stage of Qi training had a fierce look in his eyes!

"You want them all, even if you are a little girl."

A somewhat charming female voice was also crowded aside. This woman was also in the advanced stage of Qi training.

Ji Lingyu said to the big man: "Sell it!"

The big black man took out a storage bag and threw it to Ji Lingyu, checked the jade bottle and left with satisfaction.

After Ji Lingyu checked the storage bag, he took out another bottle and said to the angry-looking woman, "Sold too."

The woman picked up the jade bottle, opened the lid, smelled it, and left.

A sharp voice said: "Do you still want them all?"

Ji Lingyu looked at a thin figure, also dressed in black, staring at himself carefully, and then at the storage bag on his waist.

Ji Lingyu glanced at him and his eyes moved: "Are you so rude, Your Excellency? There are still sixteen more."

The thin man in black threw out a storage bag. Ji Lingyu glanced at it with his consciousness and nodded. The man grabbed the bottle and left without even looking at the bottle.

Ji Lingyu's expression changed again, and he hurriedly walked out of the West Market Gate. The crowd of onlookers also dispersed.