"Fellow Daoist Chen?"

Seeing Chen Ping's hesitation, Weng Fuhong tapped the stone table and called softly.

He is one of the leaders of Inner Sea, a foreign Yuandan, and he has gained enough face by being able to win over Yan Yuese.

However, when he thought of this person's identity as a puppet master, the unhappiness in his heart instantly disappeared.

"Commander Weng, Chen Moudu..."

Chen Ping pursed his lips, and was just about to politely refuse with a thoughtful look, when he heard two maids outside the box call out delicately, "I've seen Mr. Park," and then there was a knock on the door.

"Is it convenient for you, fellow Taoist Weng, now?"

An extremely feminine male voice floated into the box.

The two exchanged glances quickly, and after seeking Chen Ping's consent, Weng Fuhong loudly replied: "Mr. Park, please come in."

"I deeply apologize for disturbing your enjoyment."

Along with the fragrance, a handsome and unattractive man slowly opened the door and walked in, holding a stone pot carved with dragons and phoenixes in his hand.

"Friend Park."

Looking at the visitor, Chen Ping smiled slightly.

"Young Daoist Chen turns out to be Commander Weng's guest, so you are disrespectful and disrespectful."

The corners of Pu Lingying's mouth curled up, revealing a spring-like smile.

A few years ago, when he was promoting the benefits of Hongyan Palace at the entrance of the dojo, he had a conversation with Chen Ping.

I had even invited him warmly at the beginning, but I just waited and waited and didn't see him coming.

He thought that this person was not good at this, so he quickly put it aside.

It was not surprising that the two recognized each other at a glance.

The monk enlightened the soul and after embarking on the path of spiritual practice, his memory was greatly enhanced, and he could clearly recall every little thing that happened within decades.

"What do you want to do, Mr. Park?"

Weng Fuhong raised his eyelids and said leisurely.

"No hurry, Mr. Park will toast you two first."

After filling the two empty wine glasses, Pu Lingying said seriously: "Pu was entrusted by the palace master to exchange for a treasure."

"Mr. Park's words are a bit confusing."

Putting down the wine glass, Weng Fuhong said with an unchanged expression.

Chen Ping has nothing to do with himself, and the old god is waiting for the next step.

"It's like this. The palace master recently wanted to cook a Hibiscus Golden Bough, but the only thing missing was a 2,000-year-old Qingfenglong muscle grass. Park went to all the major shops in the city but came back empty-handed."

"That's why I try my luck with fellow Taoists. Of course, if you two can come up with the dragon's muscle grass that meets the conditions, our Hongyan Palace is willing to buy it at a price that is 20% higher than the market price. In short, I will never give in to Taoism.

Friends are at a disadvantage!"

Pu Lingying toasted and spoke eloquently.

Tonight, he repeated these words countless times. The two distinguished guests in front of him were his last hope.

"Qingfengyu muscle grass."

After hearing this, both Chen Ping and Weng Fuhong were moved in their hearts.

"It is rumored that your palace has recently been purchasing high-end spiritual delicacies on a large scale. Could it be that Palace Master Yu has become cunning and issued the order?"

Thinking of a piece of gossip he accidentally heard a few days ago, Weng Fuhong asked with a smile.

Chen Ping also raised his ears, with a hint of curiosity on his face.

The so-called Lord of Yu Palace refers to Yu Suoxin, the first cultivator of Hongyan Palace.

Before, he was invited to go to the Yuan Qing League and saw a group of monks passing by on the street carrying high-end dishes. According to Yu Zeqiu, these people were all attendants of the Hongyan Palace.

In order to satisfy his appetite, he spent 200,000 to 300,000 spirit stones on one meal. This extravagant behavior made even Chen Ping dumbfounded.

"Park acted as ordered and knew nothing else."

Pu Lingying answered calmly, but after a few breaths, a flash of light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

I saw the storage ring between Weng Fuhong's fingers flashing white clouds, and a two-foot-long luxurious brocade box suddenly appeared on the stone table.

Then, he was

The lock of the box was pressed hard, and a strong wood spiritual energy spread out!

Pu Lingying looked towards the jade box with an ecstatic expression in her eyes.

But Chen Ping just swept away, and his body was shaken, and he could no longer look away.

In a ball of milky white light, there lay a snow-white spiritual grass with its roots resembling five claws spread out.

Miraculously, the surface of this grass is surrounded by two circles of pattern-like shadows, and the third circle covers half of it and then stops abruptly.

Qingfenglong muscle grass!

And the year is as high as two thousand five or six hundred years!

Chen Ping's eyes were so hot that he never expected that Weng Fuhong would actually have such a rare spiritual object in his hands.

If this 2,000-year-old spiritual herb is added, and the auxiliary materials are strictly selected, the effect of the Qingfengyu soup brewed will not be inferior to that of the four-line cultivation elixir.

No matter what means you use, you must capture this dragon muscle grass!

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes and immediately decided to seize the opportunity.

"Mr. Park, Mr. Weng's spiritual grass should meet your requirements?"

Weng Fuhong stroked his beard and smiled, saying quite contentedly.

"It completely exceeded Park's expectations."

After staring for a moment, Pu Lingying finally calmed down and said slowly: "However, the specific year of this grass needs to be carefully identified. Commander Wang Weng should not be surprised."

"Master Park, just cast the spell."

Weng Fuhong said with a normal expression.

Pu Lingying nodded, flipped it over with one hand, and suddenly placed a slender stone tablet with dozens of spiral-shaped strange carvings imprinted on its entire body.

With a flash of his eyes, he lifted the stone tablet and threw it straight towards the spiritual herbs in the jade box.

As a result, as soon as the stone tablet came into contact with the milky white brilliance emitted by the spiritual grass, it hummed in response, and at the same time, almost half of the purple carvings on the stone tablet lit up in the blink of an eye.

After a few breaths, when the purple light was completely motionless at the twenty-sixth circle of carvings, Pu Lingying said excitedly: "This grass has been growing for about 2,640 years. It is longer than Pu Lingying's.

It’s better than you can imagine.”

"Gongyan Palace is willing to pay 280,000 spiritual stones to take over this dragon muscle grass. What do you think, Commander Weng?"

It's not that Pu Lingying is being deceptive. Although this herb is of high age, it is still only a third-level product and can only be used to refine some third-level elixirs.

Two hundred and eighty thousand spiritual stones is really not low.

Weng Fuhong obviously knew a thing or two about the market situation, and he became very interested.

"Three hundred thousand spirit stones."

At this time, a Gujing Bubo voice sounded between the two of them.

Pu Lingying's complexion changed drastically, and her expression turned as gloomy as ditch water.

Just when the transaction was about to be successful, a roadblock suddenly appeared, and no one would look down upon it.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, everything is done on a first-come, first-served basis. This herb is an urgent need requested by the Palace Master. Please give me some face, Friend Daoist."

Pu Lingying tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart, and said with a smile: "Pu will cover the expenses for the two of you this time, and we will give you a 20% discount next time you enter."

There was a bit of a threatening tone in his words.

Not only was the territory of Hongyan Palace under his feet, but the palace owner was also a well-known local monk. He felt that this outsider would retreat in spite of the difficulties.

"The treasure belongs to those who are capable of it. Commander Weng, Chen wants this dragon muscle grass."

Chen Ping laughed nonchalantly and cupped his fists at Weng Fuhong.

Qingfengyu muscle grass is related to the progress of cultivation. Putting aside the cheap gentlemanly demeanor, he has no burden in his heart.

What's more, just like soliciting customers in the Beauty Palace, Chen Ping has always been extremely versatile in this regard.

If it weren't for the shock of Fuyou City's ban, anyone who dared to snatch treasures from him in the middle stage of Yuandan would have been punished earlier.

He stretched out his fingers and crushed him to death on the spot.

"what happened."

The two instantly fell out and fought for the spiritual grass, which made Weng Fuhong start to be confused.

I once wondered if Chen Ping was secretly preparing to help him raise the selling price.

"What a talented person to live in!"
To be continued...