Zhou Tong did not wear sect clothes and dressed up in disguise, pretending to be a rather large old man.

Seeing someone coming in, a female disciple of the Xuanling Sect came up to him and said, "What do you need, fellow Taoist?"

Zhou Tong looked around and said, "You can buy elixirs here."

The female cultivator smiled: "Of course I bought it, Taoist friend wants to sell that kind of elixir."

Zhou Tong took out a wooden box from the storage bag and looked around cautiously.

Such an appearance made the female cultivator find it a bit funny. A cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining could still be mysterious about selling elixirs.

Seeing that no monks around him were paying attention, Zhou Tong opened the wooden box and lowered his voice and said: "Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum."

When the female cultivator heard this, she was also shocked.

This cold Ganoderma lucidum is the main ingredient in refining Qi Gathering Pills. In the world of immortality, most of them are about three hundred years old. This is the first time I have heard of it.

He still wanted to take another look, but Zhou Tong had already quickly put away the elixir.

The female cultivator had never dealt with such a thing before, so she asked Zhou Tong to wait a moment and quickly went up to the second floor.

Not long after, an old man who was on the tenth level of Qi Refining came down. When he saw Zhou Tong, he bowed his hand politely and invited him to the second floor for a discussion.

In the private room on the second floor, the old man stroked his beard and said: "Fellow Taoist, you can take out the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and let me have a look."

Zhou Tong turned his right hand, and the wooden box appeared in his hand, pushing it in front of the old man.

The old man opened the wooden box carefully, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He took the wooden box and looked at it carefully.

"Yes, it is indeed a thousand-year-old medicine, and its medicinal properties have not been lost at all. It seems that it was just picked not long ago."

Zhou Tong knew as soon as he heard that this person was definitely an expert, so he said in a hoarse voice

"You Taoist friends have great eyesight, so you have to be lucky to get this thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. How much do you think this thing is worth?"

The old man pondered for a moment and said: "Five thousand low-grade spiritual stones, what do fellow Taoists think?"

"Five thousand? Could it be that fellow Taoist deceive me into not knowing the market?"

Zhou Tong doesn't know what the market is, so he said this based on the idea of ​​​​taking a shot if there is no date.

"How much do fellow Taoists think?"

The old man said.

Zhou Tong calmly stretched out a finger.

"Ten thousand spirit stones!"

When the old man heard this, he almost tore off his beard.

"Fellow Taoist, are you kidding me? Ten thousand spirit stones is impossible. This pavilion is the property of Xuanling Sect, so it is natural to do things fairly. Let's do this, six thousand spirit stones."

Zhou Tong thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes!"

Six thousand low-grade spiritual stones were put into his account, but Zhou Tong didn't keep much. He didn't have much confidence in his disguise skills that he could hide from high-level monks.

Carrying a huge sum of money and walking on the street, he felt that there were monks everywhere around him who were ready to kill people and seize the treasure.

Facts have proved that he was overthinking it. After wandering around, he also found that someone was staring at him.

While wandering around, I came to a casual cultivator stall in the market.

Although there are not as many casual cultivators here as in Jialan Valley, most of the cultivators are above the fifth level of Qi Refining.

As he walked, Zhou Tong paused, and a stall caught his attention.

The stall owner is a young monk who looks very sick. He has a frown and seems to be worried.

Seeing someone coming over, the young man just said lightly: "The price is written there, there will be no counter-offering."

Zhou Tong was startled, then smiled and picked up a book on the stall.

"First explanation of the formation!"

I flipped through it at random, but found that I could only view the first two pages, and the content behind was obviously banned and could not be read.

I looked at the price again and couldn't help but take a breath.

"One hundred spirit stones? So expensive?"

The young man glanced at Zhou Tong and said, "This is something inherited from my family. If I don't have any choice, I really don't want to take action. If my fellow Taoist really wants it, I can give you the experience of the formation."

Zhou Tong is very interested in these miscellaneous studies of cultivating immortals. Drawing talismans and making alchemy can be regarded as his first glimpse of the art, but he has never been exposed to formation techniques, which naturally aroused his great curiosity.

Due to the limitation of lifespan, normal monks, especially low-level monks, seldom distract themselves from these miscellaneous studies, but what Zhou Tong does not lack most is time.

"Okay, I want this."

Now he is also a monk with a net worth of nearly ten thousand, and he only bought a hundred spiritual stones.

The young monk took the spirit stone, lifted the restriction on the book, and handed the book's formation experience to Zhou Tong.

"I hope that my Chen family's formation method can be effective in the hands of fellow Taoists, and I will not be considered as an insult to my ancestors."

After the young monk finished speaking, he bowed his hands to Zhou Tong, closed the stall, and turned around to leave.

Zhou Tong looked at the two booklets and put them into his storage bag, ready to go back and study them carefully.

After wandering around for a while, I bought some elixir seeds, drank a few bottles of good wine, and left Xuanling Zongfang City.

"Today I have gained a lot. I am one step closer to the path of immortality. When I come out of seclusion, it will not be easy to build a foundation."

After entertaining myself for a while, I took out the flying sword and disappeared into the horizon with a "whoosh!", much faster than a Qi Refining monk.

As soon as he flew out of the mountains, Zhou Tong let out a light sigh and slowed down.

"It's actually this person."

Below, I saw a young monk and a female cultivator surrounded by two monks.

This young man is exactly the sick man who sold him the formation.

"Two people at the seventh level of Qi Refining? Is it a vendetta, or killing people to seize treasures? It's interesting."

Zhou Tong didn't leave either, he just stopped in the sky, pretending to be watching the excitement.

Zhou Tong was hovering undisguisedly under his head. As long as he was not blind, he would naturally not miss him.

The two monks frowned slightly and saw that their cultivation was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

But at this time Zhou Tong had restored his original appearance and put on the clothes of an outer disciple of the Xuanling Sect again.

"Brother, what should I do?"

One of the thin-faced monks looked at the other one. He would not look down upon a mere sixth-level Qi Refining monk, but this was the realm of the Xuanling Sect. If he didn't handle it well, he might be killed.

Another tall monk's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"What can the monks of the sect do? You take care of these two, and I will go and meet the disciples of the sect."

After saying that, Yu Jian took off into the air.

Zhou Tong saw someone flying towards him and muttered, "It's rare to see the excitement. The melon seeds and drinks are almost ready. Why don't we fight now?"

The tall monk stared at Zhou Tong and said coldly, "Fellow Taoist, my two brothers have some private matters to deal with? Don't meddle in other people's business."

Zhou Tong waved his hand and said: "Uh... you are busy with your business, I will just take a look, don't pay attention to me."

The tall monk's face turned cold when he heard this.

"Fellow Taoist, is this really the case?"

"Yeah, I'll just take a look."

Zhou Tong smiled.

The corner of the tall monk's mouth twitched, and he felt angry.

"If you want to die, I will help you."

A strange little flag floated in front of him. He chanted a spell quickly, and several ferocious ghost heads rushed out from the flag and rushed towards Zhou Tong.

"This special effect is definitely more than fifty cents?"
Chapter completed!