The quotation was old and hoarse, and it sounded a little familiar. Jing Hua walked to the window and looked closely. The other party was indeed an "old person", Li Yong, the chief alchemist of "Fengguzhuang".

During the previous entanglement with Zhao Yiming, Master Li Dan came forward to testify and accused the "Yishantang" of refining inferior pills and harming his fellow practitioners.

Li Yong came to the "Hundred-foot pole" this time. There was no response in the quotation background. He hesitated for a moment and continued to shout: "Ninety yuan..."

The green branches held the wooden box and stopped in place without moving at all. Seeing that Master Li's expression was gloomy, Jing Hua immediately took out fifty spiritual crystals and put them in the flower buds again.

Li Yong could no longer hold back at this time, and stood up and shouted: "One hundred spiritual crystals!"

Unfortunately, the "Thousand-Handed Bodhi Tree" did not move at all and was not affected at all.

Master Li's face turned pale and his breathing gradually became rapid and unstable.

The hundred-dollar spirit crystal was approaching his entire wealth, but he still couldn't get the "100-foot-head". The waves of boredom and depression surged into his heart, making Master Li a little restless.

This time, "Fenggu Village" changed hands, and Li Yong's job was naturally not guaranteed. Fortunately, Zhao Yiming was half crazy and half crazy after being arrested, Qian Dafu died suddenly, and no one came to cause trouble for him.

After finally begging grandpa to sue his grandma, he successfully escaped from "Guanyuezhai", and the way out became a problem again.

Li Yong knows how to refine elixirs and refine medicines, so he doesn’t have to worry about his livelihood. However, due to his cultivation, the spiritual cultivator can refine not many elixirs, and his income is not much different from that of ordinary cultivators.

Originally, Master Li Dan was flattering in "Fengguju" and even helped frame others. He had already obtained the "promise" of Zhao Dong's family's dry stock. As soon as Zhao Yiming fell, the "dry stock" dissipated with the wind, and Li Yong had to find another way out.

His "elixir skills" are not superb, and his reputation is very bad at low-level scammers. It takes opportunity to cling to the offerings, so Master Li can only use other ideas.

Li Yong's cultivation has been stagnant for many years and has been trapped in the state of perfect gathering of spirits. He is old and it is difficult to make any breakthroughs through cultivation. For him, taking the "Hundred-foot-head" has more harm than benefits, and gains than losses.

After seeing the world in Li Yue City, Li Yong was unwilling to return to his hometown to bury it. The four cities of Tongtian are rich and prosperous, with genius and treasures, and spiritual elixirs and immortal grasses. He thought about it and hoped to get the opportunity here, so he decided to "take a gamble" in the end.

After roundabout and inquiring from multiple sources, he found that the "Yi Tian Pavilion" had a "Hundred-Football Pole" for sale. Li Yong pawned all the treasures on his body, so he could definitely win.

At this moment, Bobuy was not good, and Master Li was a little angry and attacked his heart. His face turned red and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "One hundred and ten yuan!"

The "Thousand-Handed Bodhi Tree" is still the same.

"One Hundred and Thirty!"

"One hundred and forty dollars!!"

"One hundred...puff!"

Li Yong's throat felt sweet, and suddenly he sprayed a large mouthful of blood. One hundred and forty spiritual crystals were already pouring out. His legs trembled violently, and he suddenly fell to the ground and fainted.

The guys around were not confused at all. A few people quickly stepped forward, dragged their hands and feet, and lifted Li Yong outward. Everyone in the field was not surprised and quickly returned to peace.

Jing Hua took back the spirit crystal and breathed a long sigh.

Just now, Li Yong was crazy and could not tell what price he would call. He was about to increase the price, but he didn't expect the other party to faint first, but he saved a lot of spiritual stones.

Although the "Hundred-foot Pole Head" is scarce, one hundred and fifty spiritual crystals have exceeded their value. The other monks did not use it urgently and were unwilling to bid for it at a high price. Jing Hua successfully bought the spiritual plant and put the wooden box in his arms.

The fat rat did not rush to eat, but instead fell asleep. Jing Hua didn't ask much. As a stakeholder, he quickly returned to the corner downstairs to stand.

The treasures on the stage were taken in sequence, but there were no items that failed to be taken. Zhou Yizhi was so proud that he turned around to the last item.

"My fellow Taoists, the last treasure this time comes from a medieval inheritance. The martial arts "Three Thousands of Woil Water" are recorded. I don't need to introduce it. I believe everyone has heard of it. The starting price is a piece of spiritual jade..."

Jing Hua has heard of the "Three Thousand Skills of Weak Water". It is a water-based exercise, with its own alchemy technique, and can be practiced until the elixir stage.

The power of "Three Thousand Arts" itself is mediocre, and its water system skills are not high or low, so it is not considered a rare masterpiece. The reason why it is famous is because it has the miraculous effect of nourishing one's appearance and prolonging one's life.

The lifespan of monks is longer than that of the people, and they cannot resist the invasion of aging. Therefore, "Three Thousand Art of Weak Water" is very popular among female cultivators.

After several rounds of auctions, the Jade Shop market rose sharply, with three thousand spirit crystals added, and it is still further rising. Apart from the only piece of spiritual jade, Jing Hua only had a few spirit stones left on his body, and even the qualification to bid was owed.

The branches of the "Thousand-Handed Bodhi Tree" stretched out again, and a top VIP took action. Jing Hua put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and focused on patrolling the order of the venue.

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The treasure appraisal meeting of the "Yi Tian Pavilion" ended successfully. After the worship of the enthrones were handed over, they said goodbye. Jing Hua returned to the north of the city and came to the new "Yi Shan Hall".

“Get out of the way, get out of the way…”

"Uncle Dong, put the box behind the counter..."

There was endless crowds inside and outside the gate, and the two elders were busy. This was originally the former site of "Fengguzhuang", located in the center of Beicheng Avenue. The shop was spacious and spacious, and a deep courtyard was connected to the back.

"Fengguzhuang" originally not only sold medicine, but also engaged in the business of brewing and selling wine. The Jing family had just taken over and had many miscellaneous things.

The monk did not disturb the two elders and went straight back to the study. Before the man could sit down, the rice ball slipped out. It climbed onto the desk, drank the remaining tea in the cup completely, and ran towards the teapot.

"Squeak...squeak..."

Unfortunately, the fat rat is only the size of a palm. No matter how hard it is, the teapot is always swaying and not very stable.

Jing Hua shook his head, raised his hand and poured a cup of tea. The rice ball lowered his head and sucked it hard, and in a moment he drank all the tea. It raised its head and looked at Jing Hua pitifully.

"Boss..."

The monk was surprised and poured out another cup, and soon the tea cup was found. This happened several times in a row, and eight large cups were drunk in a row.

The tea accumulates in one place, which is much larger than the fat rat. I don’t know how it is poured. The fat rat usually eats spiritual plants, and it’s not a problem to eat elixirs, and it doesn’t drink much water. It seems a bit abnormal today.

Several liters of tea entered the abdomen, and the rice ball stood on the table, twisted his waist and kicked his legs, shook his head and tail, as if he was dancing and doing exercises. The fat rat was filled with mist, wrapping it up, and it was vague and unable to see clearly.

The monk moved his heart and took out the wooden box sold by Bo and placed it next to Fei Rat.

After a while, the rice balls were still twisting and there was no sign of stopping. Jing Hua ignored it and set up a "spirit gathering array" in the room, entering the meditation and practicing on his own.

Close your eyes and visualize, sink into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The spiritual energy around is abundant and rich, and it flows into the body along the acupoints around the body, and enters two spiritual circulations. The spiritual flow revolves around and repeatedly nourishes the internal organs, meridians, and skin.

More spiritual treasures are then separated and added to the cycle. The spiritual flow gradually changes from a trickle stream to a surging river, reaching the limit of the body's endurance, and there is almost a sense of breaking through the cycle and finding another way out.

At this moment, the two spiritual streams rushed to the left hand and disappeared into the gourd that flowed into the palm of the palm. Not long after, the spiritual stream surged out again, reducing by 60% to 70% from the previous face, but the essence was restrained and mellow. It reentered the body and circulated. The spiritual stream passed by faintly transformed the artistic conception of changing the sky and the earth.

The monk silently used the "Great Method of Eternal Life" to supplement the lost spiritual treasures. I don't know how long it took, but the "contemplation and visualization" was suddenly interrupted.

Jing Hua's soul was extremely powerful, and his intuition about danger was far beyond ordinary people. His hair suddenly stood up, as if his body was shrouded in the power of the demons in the prehistoric world. He felt a little strange and familiar.

"Swish!"

The "Golden Snake Li Fire Sword" flew out of its cuffs, and Jing Hua opened his eyes.

I saw the rice ball standing in front of me, shaking my tail and looking at me. The wooden box on the table was lifted, and it was empty inside. The fat rat was still the size of a palm, which was exactly the same as before.

Is it an illusion?

Jing Hua was about to ask, but the rice ball took the lead in speaking.

"That...Boss...I ate the green grass, it tastes good, it's...just..."

"What is it?"

"Can you just have another one?"

“…”
Chapter completed!