When the shopkeeper heard this, his old face turned pale, as if a major artery had been cut off by Lin Chuan's knife. He waved his hands outward feebly, saying in his heart, I asked you to bargain, but I didn't ask you to cut to death. You kid thinks this is a vegetable market.

? Even if you bargain like this in the vegetable market, you will be chased away by the vegetable seller.

Fortunately, the shopkeeper was kind-hearted and thought of him as a young man, so he no longer cared about it and just wanted to make Lin Chuan disappear from his sight.

Instead of leaving, Lin Chuan turned around and walked back. He stretched out his left hand, and there were two more teeth in his hand.

"Plus these two corpse ferret teeth."

The shopkeeper carefully picked up the fangs from Lin Chuan's hand and put them in front of his eyes to observe carefully. These were the two fangs of the Corpse Weasel King. After the Corpse Weasel King died, several people dismantled all the useful objects from the Corpse Weasel King.

After splitting, Lin Chuan got two fangs.

Luo Xinghe told Lin Chuan that these two fangs were extremely hard and not corroded by poison, so they should be more than enough to make low-grade spiritual weapons.

The old shopkeeper of the alchemy shop is not an expert here, and he couldn't understand it after looking at it for a long time. However, with his cultivation experience in the fifth realm of Xuanling, he was frightened by the evil spirit contained in the fangs and determined that the fangs should be

The objects on the body of a high-level earth demon, not to mention the rare corpse weasel, are far more valuable than a bottle of medium-grade spiritual pulp.

"These two fangs are pretty good, but they are still far from being worth a bottle of mid-grade spiritual pulp..."

Before the shopkeeper finished speaking, the two fangs in his hand were snatched away.

"Hey, these two tusks are in good quality, but if you look at the length and texture of this tooth, you can tell that this is no ordinary corpse weasel. It is the fang of the corpse weasel king who is close to the strength of the sky demon. This fang can be refined.

It is made into a spiritual weapon and worn close to the body. Most poisonous insects and poisonous beasts dare not get close to it. It is really a rare treasure. If those barbarians in the southeast Gu region see it, they will fight for it with all their lives. Is it just a bottle of mid-grade spirit?

The pulp can be replaced!”

The shopkeeper's hands were empty and he was about to curse when he saw that the person coming was the sluggish young man with a longevity lock around his neck. He lost his temper at that moment.

Lin Chuan couldn't help but secretly praise him. This sluggish young man seemed to be a fool but he didn't expect that he had some skills.

"I want these two fangs, one for a bottle of medium-grade spiritual jelly!" After saying that, he ordered his men to give Lin Chuan the spiritual jelly.

"Young Master Wan, please don't break the rules! The things are already in the old man's hands, how can you take them away like this!" The old shopkeeper's face turned into an old chrysanthemum.

"Old man, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense! The two of you have not reached a deal, so naturally I can take it at a high price! How can it be called robbery?"

Lin Chuan suddenly felt that the arrogant Mr. Wan was so cute.

"That's against the rules..." the old shopkeeper muttered quietly.

"What rules! My master's rules are rules in Mingcheng! If the old man mentions any rules to me again, you will be thrown into the river immediately!" Wan Gongzi pointed at the tip of his nose and scolded him loudly.

The old shopkeeper was angry but dared not speak. He drooped his head and his gray beard trembled.

Lin Chuan took the spiritual essence from Mr. Wan's servant and accidentally caught a glimpse of the snowflake tattoo on the servant's tiger's mouth. He didn't have time to think about it. Seeing the domineering Mr. Wan looking at him, Lin Chuan immediately raised his hand. Who said Mr. Wan's head

He walked away without paying any attention to Lin Chuan.

Sure enough, profiteers still need to be tortured by evil people. Lin Chuan sighed in his heart and was about to leave, but was stopped by the old shopkeeper of the alchemy shop.

Lin Chuan's eyes were alert and he thought, "How dare you touch me in broad daylight?"

"Young master, do you still want to buy that Jiuyao imitation elixir?" The old shopkeeper grinned, his smile uglier than crying. He was afraid that Lin Chuan would tell the elders in the family about this and come back to cause trouble for him. Then he would still have trouble if things got serious.

How to do business.

"I want to buy it, but I won't buy it from you!" Lin Chuan turned around and left.

"A bottle of medium-grade spiritual pulp!" The old shopkeeper stretched out a finger tremblingly.

A smile appeared at the corner of Lin Chuan's lips, probably guessing what the old shopkeeper of the alchemy shop was thinking.

"It's really Jiu Yao's imitation pill! You won't use low-quality imitation pills to help me, right?" Lin Chuan put away his smile and turned around, questioning.

"I vouch for my character to guarantee that it is true. I was really confused just now and wanted to earn more spiritual fluid from the young master. The price of a bottle of spiritual fluid for the young master is now considered as compensation for the young master. The young master is a thousand

It must be kept secret, and this matter must not be spread outside, otherwise the colleagues will inform the ship owner on the grounds that the old man has broken the rules, and the old man will be expelled from the merchant ship. The young master sees that the old man is old and has to support the whole family..."

Lin Chuanxin said that you have such a cunning and cunning personality, but after seeing what he said was true, he agreed to him. Anyway, he would definitely make a profit.

The ring light flashed on the old shopkeeper's hand, and there was a palm-sized wooden box in his hand. He slowly opened the wooden box, and a fragrance came out. It was not as rich as spiritual pulp, but it had an indescribable smell.

The penetrating power is really refreshing.

Lin Chuan stretched his head and looked around. The wooden box was divided into nine compartments. In each compartment lay a dark green pill. The old shopkeeper took out another wooden box similar in size to the compartment and carefully took it out from the big box.

Put one into the small box and reluctantly handed the small box to Lin Chuan's hand.

Lin Chuan put away the wooden box and went to visit other shops to roughly understand the prices of the things used by the spiritual master. Then he saw that it was getting late and planned to go back to the inn. But he didn't want to have a few people sneaking behind him.

Lin Chuan must have noticed it, and the people behind him must have become malicious after seeing what he did on the merchant ship.

The East Market is still some distance from the inn in the city. If you take the shortcut, you will need to go through many back alleys. Then this group of people will definitely choose to start looting here. If you take the main road, they will pass by the awning boat where Wu Tai is, revealing the

It's inappropriate to tell someone off. According to Wu Tao's bandit nature, he had to kill himself.

Lin Chuan thought for a long time and chose to take a shortcut. Wan'er was not around. He relied on the heart-protecting python clothes and ghost hands, and had two bottles of spiritual essence in his sleeves. It should not be a problem to escape. Maybe he would encounter some enemies on the way.

To Lu Liubao and Zhonglai.

Lin Chuan quickened his pace, and several people behind him also quickened their pace. Lin Chuan stopped and walked, looking for the tall Lu Liubao and the gray-haired Zhong Lai, while feeling the spiritual energy fluctuations of the people behind him.

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Walking to the alley, Lin Chuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. God really didn't care about him. There was no trace of Lu Liubao and Zhong Lai. They should have returned to the inn by now.

Lin Chuan lowered his head and looked at the moon-white attire he was wearing, and thought it was a pity for this fine piece of clothing.

The back alleys of Min City are inaccessible. There were people living here originally. Later, due to the diversion of the Min River, the area was low-lying and would be flooded by the river during heavy rains. The people could not bear the pain and moved away one after another. Over time, it became a ruin.

As they went deeper into the alley, the people behind him no longer concealed their auras. Just as Lin Chuan had judged before, only one of the five people was above him, and he must be at the Xuanling realm.

It was impossible to outrun the leader of the Mysterious Spirit Realm by running, so one could only wait for an opportunity to severely injure him or kill him.
Chapter completed!