After hearing what the other party said, Jing Hua couldn't help but cheer up.

Ji Xiu'an didn't keep it a secret and explained directly: "Zhaizhong and 'Ziyao Pavilion' have been dealing with each other, and Jieling City has always been responsible for it. A few days ago, the forks came out, and the worm cultivators who came from somewhere were really bold. They didn't count the robbery caravans, but they also killed all the monks and coachmen who accompanied them, leaving no living..."

Speaking of this, Ji Xiu'an couldn't help but shake his head.

"... Although those spiritual medicines are valuable, there are no rare treasures in them. The worm cultivators are so vigilant that they are crazy and use such cruelty. The upper class of the middle and middle school are furious about this and ordered the Lord of Sima City in Jieling City to solve the problem within a time limit, so the receiving task was sent to us."

Jing Hua heard the anecdotes in the vegetarian camp for the first time and felt very strange.

The casual cultivators talked about "Guanyuezhai" behind their backs. In addition to praising the fair transactions and the rare goods, they also vaguely envy its huge power, rich resources, and its stores and businesses all over the world. Although they do not have the name of a sect of cultivation, they have the potential to surpass all sects.

But after entering the Liyue City, Pang Bai's story first came out, and then Ji Xiu'an's feelings. Even the big forces like "Guan Yuezhai", there are also many Zhu Xiu who dared to provoke.

I don’t feel deeply living in the city. It seems that after leaving the city, especially in the deserted place, “order” is gone, “chaos” and “killing” are the norm.

Thinking of this, Jing Hua smiled self-deprecatingly.

In the wilderness, I was also unscrupulous and had gained a lot of benefits from it. As the saying goes, follow the customs of the countryside, and after several years, the monks became more and more selfish and ruthless in their actions. Their original youth and simplicity had long disappeared.

Seeing Jing Hua's face strange, Ji Xiu'an thought he had taken on the heavy responsibility first, and felt nervous, and said in a stressed tone: "Although it's a business that is used to leaving, it's always right to be careful. This time, the city sent Zuo Yuan and Tai Jisheng, two leaders, and Jie Ling City, there will be a few experienced people, including you, a total of 16 people. Let's set off in the middle of next month, and prepare well after going back..."

Leaving the "Yayuan", the monk returned straight to the "Yishantang".

He told the two elders about the matter, and Jing Furen and Yao Gu were inevitably worried. But as a worshiper, his grandson could not refuse to arrange his errands.

Besides, when Zhao Yiming made things difficult for him, Ji Xiu'an once reached out to help. Fortunately, it was a business path that he was used to, and two masters of the alchemy were fighting for the formation. The two elders did not stop him, but just ordered them to go early and return early, pay attention to safety, etc.

The rest of the time is still plenty, so Jing Hua sorted out his personal belongings, leaving three magic weapons: "Golden Snake Li Fire Sword", "Soul-losing Golden Bell" and "Half-moon Glass Flywheel".

The flywheel was obtained from the "Snake Demon Cave". After sacrificing thirty layers of ban, it is considered a good attack weapon. There is also a bronze mirror magic weapon with a low number of sacrifices and refining layers and is not suitable for his own use. Jing Hua handed it over to the two elders.

He was about to travel, but he was still missing a protective armor. He had been staying in the city before, and things were delayed again and again until he suffered a great loss in the cave.

But then again, if it weren't for the Earth Demon and Tiangang-level treasures, ordinary magic weapons could not withstand the Earth Fire calcination, and at most they could reduce the damage.

Seeing that it was still early, Jing Hua greeted the two elders and walked towards the center of the city.

Since it is a purchase of magic weapons, "Guanyuezhai" is the most important thing to sell goods. The four cities of Tongtian are sorted in sequence, including the largest number of people in the two cities of Tongtian, and the level of casual cultivators is low. There are many high-level monks in Tongtian City, and the treasures sold are even more precious.

Jing Hua has limited wealth and is not enough to buy magic weapons in this city, so he does not need to waste time elsewhere. He still has a "huge sum" in the vegetarian city, but over time, the monk's horizons of the monks have been growing.

True genius treasures cannot be purchased with spirit stones, and most of them can be exchanged for spiritual marrow. The five spiritual marrows are not too much, and the less is not much. It is justified to stay when needed.

Most of the magic pills, magic weapons, skills, and strange flowers and plants required for the rice balls in the future will be supported by "giant funds". At present, only one inner armor is purchased, and it is a routine errand. Jing Hua has put his mind on it and has not used the reserve spiritual marrow.

"Guanyuezhai" is located in the center of the inner city. It is tall and majestic and magnificent. The store is crowded with people, most of whom are monks who come to sell "baby", but few buy it for the price.

Jing Hua stepped into the store and was about to take out the jade token and reveal his identity, but was interrupted by a noise.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? This is 'Guanyuezhai'! How can you stop at the counter and bid for intercepting goods? Do you understand the rules? Go out! Go out!"

The surroundings were all alarmed and looked back. Several worshippers walked out of the room and surrounded the counter.

Jing Hua followed behind the crowd to watch. He saw a short and fat man with fear on his face and dancing with his hands. He was wearing a black cloth shirt, less than five feet tall. Seeing the worshipper surrounding him, the short man's knees softened and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Hi! Hi! Sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so anxious! I'm so anxious! Someone at home... is in a hurry! That medicine, medicine... this gentleman, I'm so happy... I'm so willing to increase the price by 10%!"

The short and fat man was just an ordinary person, and his head was rumbling and black green appeared. Seeing that the other party was so handsome, the guy couldn't say anything else, so he curled his lips and said contemptuously: "Your patient wants to take the 'hundred-foot pole head'? Do you think your life is too long? You talk nonsense, get out quickly!"

The short and fat man looked embarrassed and kowtowed a few more times.

"Hi! Hi! I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

"Bang!"

The short and fat man kowtowed a few more times, stood up and ran out of the shop in shame. After he made such a fuss, the casual cultivator at the counter made a plan.

He was originally planning to sell "Hundred-foot pole head", but now he laughed dryly, packed up his package, and turned around and left "Guanyuezhai".

"Hundred-foot pole head"?

Jing Hua was immediately attracted by the conversation. He had traveled all over the four cities to buy spiritual grass for rice balls, but the store was out of stock and said it was bought. Could it be that the short and fat Japanese man who rushed to buy the "head of the hundred-foot pole"?

Driven by curiosity, Jing Hua followed the cultivator out of "Guanyuezhai".

As expected, the short and fat man stayed close by and had not left. When he saw the cultivator coming out, he hurriedly ran over to talk. The two of them spoke in a few words, negotiated the price, and took each other's package.

The Japanese were obviously a master who observed the words and expressions. After the transaction was over there, they immediately noticed that someone followed behind him. He packed the package, ran over again, and stood in front of Jing Hua with a flattering smile on his face.

"This immortal master, I am Kenji Kameda, big dick, big dick... I need that spiritual herb. I... I am willing to buy it at a high price."

Jing Hua shook his head and said, "I don't have the 'Hundred-foot pole head'. But..."

He took out a wooden box from his arms, lifted the lid to reveal half of the purple root bag.

The short and fat man heard that Jing Hua had no spiritual herbs, and his face was full of disappointment. Then he saw the purple root bag, and his white face suddenly turned red.

His eyes suddenly opened wide, and the ecstasy and greed inside could not be concealed, so that his entire face was distorted.

The other party recognizes the goods.

Jing Hua was about to speak when he suddenly felt something strange, and a warning came from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. He turned around and saw a few kimono monks wandering around, as if they could not see obvious malice.
Chapter completed!