"I'm afraid that you won't have so many spiritual energy bottles by then, so I'll let you know in advance so that you can be prepared," Old Yan said.

There are not many glass bottles on the earth, how many are there?

"You can have as many bottles as you want, but I'm afraid you don't have the medicinal ingredients to return them." Yang Xiaole said with a smile.

But seeing Mr. Yan's mysterious smile, he seemed to have expected what Yang Xiaole would say. He mysteriously took out a square book wrapped in yellow cloth from his arms and put it on the table, "Little brother, you know this

What is it? Do you know how much this "True Collection" is worth? Do you know how many people are fighting for his head?"

"What chicken?"

"It's the "True Collection"."

"Don't worry about the chicken, just open it and let me take a look."

Mr. Yan carefully opened the yellow cloth and revealed a very thin yellowed booklet with "True Collection One" written on it. He patted the booklet and said: "This is a rare treasure that can help ordinary people reach the sky in one step."

What a wonderful baby!”

"Just tell me what it is for." Yang Xiaole was so intrigued that he couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing that the other party was a little impatient, Mr. Yan stopped trying to keep things in check and said bluntly: "This "Zhenji 1" records the method of entering the Qi Refining Stage from a mortal. It also includes the cultivation methods of the first level of the Qi Refining Stage. With this,

It means you are a cultivator."

Yang Xiaole broke into cold sweat and felt speechless, "That's it? It's gone?"

Mr. Yan didn't understand why the other party showed such an expression, and nodded dullly, "No. Isn't this enough? What else do you want? I have been in contact with you for so long, and you have never entered the Qi refining stage. I must have

You must be looking for this secret book of cultivation, so I spent a lot of money to get it from..."

As he was talking, Mr. Yan stopped because he had accidentally checked Yang Xiaole just now and felt something was wrong.

Yang Xiaole sat at the table with a smile and raised the corner of his mouth, "You should investigate again."

Mr. Yan scanned Yang Xiaole's body carefully, his face suddenly changed, and he lost his voice in shock, "You...you...you are actually at the third level of the Qi Refining Stage?"

He clearly remembered that Yang Xiaole was still a mortal when he came here last time. In less than ten days, he suddenly became a noble cultivator, and he was still at the third level of Qi refining stage!

Even so

It’s impossible to be a genius!

How on earth did he do it!?

Could it be that he made a mistake last time when he checked?

No, even if he checked wrong last time, it's impossible for him to check wrong every time, right? The first time he saw Yang Xiaole was only a month ago. Even if Yang Xiaole started practicing from that time, it would be impossible for him to reach that level.

Three levels of realm!

"I must have seen it wrong." Mr. Yan checked again in disbelief and found that Yang Xiaole had indeed entered the third level of the Qi Refining Stage. The fact was before his eyes. He had to believe it even if he didn't believe it. "You...

how did you do it?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mr. Yan knew that he had said the wrong thing.

Every cultivator has his own secret, even his own partner cannot reveal it. The more he knows, the more dangerous he is. And Yang Xiaole began to become more and more mysterious in the eyes of Yan Lao.

There must be a huge family power behind him!

After the deal with Mr. Yan, Yang Xiaole was ready to go for a walk in the city. After all, he had been here so many times and had never taken a good tour of the scenery of the cultivation world.

The street was bustling with people, and the shouts of vendors on both sides were endless, selling everything.

Yang Xiaole took a quick look at the flowers and was quickly attracted by a pair of jade bracelets.

This jade bracelet is exquisitely made and is emerald green all over. It would be a good choice to buy it as a gift for my mother.

"Uncle, how much does this bracelet cost?"

"Ten taels of silver."

For the wealthy Yang Xiaole, ten taels of silver was simply a drop in the bucket. But just when he was about to pay, a group of people suddenly rushed out and pushed him away. A young man with a gloomy face holding a folding fan slowly walked over and pointed at the crowd.

The jade on the table said arrogantly: "I've covered everything here."

When he saw the visitor, the old man selling jade suddenly turned bitter and took a few steps back in a panic.

Not only the old man, but other people passing by also stayed away, for fear that they would not be able to dodge and anger Mr. Folding Fan.

Helplessness, timidity, and panic all piled up on the old man's face. He cupped his hands and begged, "Master Feng, please give me a way out."

The name of Mr. Folding Fan is Feng Kuo. He is one of the seven evil boys in Jinzhou City. He is arrogant and domineering, bullying men and dominating women. Recently, he has fallen in love with this beautiful old man with jade.

A beautiful daughter. Fortunately, Feng Kuo had an upright brother who kept him in check, otherwise the old man's daughter would have been forcibly taken away by him.

As long as his brother is around, he doesn't dare to use force, so he can only harass the old man from time to time. And as long as he is around, no one dares to buy the old man's things. He said that he would buy all the jade items, but he refused.

Pay money, unless the old man agrees to marry his daughter to her.

Yang Xiaole pieced together the whole story from the whispers around him. He smiled slightly. There were too many injustices in the world, and he couldn't care about it. He was not in the mood to care about it. He walked forward, dropped ten taels of silver, picked up the jade bracelet, and

"Uncle, I put the money here."

His move made the crowd who were just talking quietly explode with a loud bang, and even the old man selling jade bracelets was shocked.

"Who is this person? How dare you ignore Feng Kuo?"

"Is he crazy? Don't want his life? I wonder if Feng Kuo's beating is serious or not? Are you not afraid of being beaten to death?"

"I don't think so. He obviously knows Feng Kuo's identity, but he still dares to buy it, which shows that he has a bigger background."

"Tsk, tsk, I think he is just a fool. I bet that within ten, he will be beaten until he cries for his father and mother."

…

The crowd became commotion, and almost no one thought highly of Yang Xiaole.

Feng Kuo's frivolous eyes scanned Yang Xiaole from top to bottom. Seeing that he had an ordinary appearance, ordinary clothes, and did not wear any accessories of a certain family or sect, his contempt became even more intense, "Boy, you know I

Who is it? I am Feng Kuo, the second young master of the Feng family in Jinzhou City! Put down the bracelet and get out of here! Now! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude."

Yang Xiaole tilted her head and glanced at him, unfazed by his rude words, and said: "I saw the bracelet first, and I gave it some silver, why should I put it down?"

If an ordinary person heard Feng Kuo's identity, he wouldn't be so frightened that he ran away. However, when Feng Kuo announced his home, the young man in front of him didn't show anything strange. He looked panicked and didn't seem to take him seriously at all.

inside.

Such an action made Feng Kuo feel unsure.

He dared to argue with his own name after hearing his name. Could it be that this person really has a background?

No matter what, I have more people, let’s fight first and then talk!

Feng Kuo waved his hand.
Chapter completed!