Fatty Luo took out everything in the storage bag. Most of them were low-level spiritual weapons. The best ones were two small knives, a black flag, twenty or thirty elementary Taoist charms, and a

More than a hundred elementary spirit stones.

Brother Chicken twitched his eyebrows and looked at the fat man with great disdain, "I said, is this what you call getting rich?!"

"Murong, there are more than a dozen spiritual weapons, and these two mother-in-law knives are elementary magical weapons. Look, this is the black flag used by the fat monk, which is also an elementary magical weapon!" Fatty Luo said in his eyes.

Little stars twinkle wildly.

To be honest, it seems that the only possessions the two of them can use now are a few elementary spiritual weapons they exchanged from Ye Weixin. The best one is the small jade sword. In such a destitute situation, they have harvested so many things.

He really made a fortune.

However, Brother Ji's real financial resources are amazing, so he naturally looks down on these rubbish.

"Ahem, fat man, you need to take a longer view. There are more than a dozen spiritual weapons, each with two or three spiritual stones at most. The total of the things here is a hundred spiritual stones. But the more than twenty Taoist talismans are still good, hehe

..."

Brother Ji waved his hand, took the Zimu knife in his hand, and took the Taoist talisman over, "These belong to me, and the rest belong to you!"

Fatty Luo was stunned, "Is that all you want? Well, can you give me a few of those magic talismans to play with?"

"Damn, these low-level magic talismans are just some low-level spells. You, a magic genius, need these talismans to make knitting!" Brother Ji was speechless to Fatty Luo, "You keep those spiritual stones, I don't need them."

Fatty Luo nodded, put everything in his storage bag, rolled up the eight empty bags, tied them in a loop and threw them in.

Compared to Fatty Luo's excitement, Brother Ji was not interested in anything.

These knives are made of metal, which is exactly the same as the spiritual root attribute that Brother Ji currently uses, and they are pretty good at handling it. Fatty Luo doesn't care, for him, quantity is what makes him awesome. With his kind of cheating,

Bao's spiritual power reserve is about the same as that of three people of the same level.

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"Fat Luo, pack your things, let's go back!" Brother Ji woke up Fatty Luo, who had fallen into a beautiful fantasy, and called to Xiao Bai to turn him back into his original form.

Fatty Luo rubbed his hands and came to Xiaobai, "Hey, what, Xiaobai, please give me back my jade sword!"

"Roar!" Xiaobai shook his head.

Fatty Luo was suddenly shocked, "Xiaobai, I won't do this with you! We were acting at the time, you can't hack my treasure!"

Brother Ji smiled helplessly, "Fat Luo, isn't it just a high-level magic weapon? Let's go to the 'Taoyuan Festival' to exchange for a few more!"

Fatty Luo almost burst into tears, "No! Murong, this is the first treasure I have ever seen. It's very memorable. I used a whole bottle of Bai Gu Dan to exchange it with Xiao Bai."

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"What?!" Brother Ji suddenly opened his mouth wide and pointed at Fatty Luo angrily, "I... How many times have I told you that this Bai Gu Dan is a second-level elixir, let alone a golden elixir?

Stage, even for Nascent Soul stage monks! You actually exchanged a whole bottle of Baigu Dan and Xiaobai for a magic weapon with more than 100 spirit stones?!"

"Yes!" Fatty Luo nodded, "Well, didn't you say that the remaining Baigudan we have is used to exchange for things? I... I still have two bottles in my hand, so I used one to exchange.

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Brother Ji looked up to the sky and sighed, "I'm an immortal... One Baigu Dan is worth a hundred spiritual stones! One bottle of yours can be exchanged for ten high-level magic weapons or two treasures. Luo

Fatty, you prodigal son, I hate you!"

Fatty Luo was as stunned as if his whole body had been struck by lightning. After a dozen breaths, he swallowed, "Mu...Murong, don't scare me!"

"I'm scaring you!" Chicken Brother screamed, his balls hurt, this damn fat guy is such a spendthrift.

"Xiao Bai, please give me back the Bai Gu Dan! Brother Bai... No, Master Bai, please give it back to me. I won't change it..." Fatty Luo suddenly wailed and lay on Xiao Bai's chest.

By his legs, he hugged its forelimbs and refused to let go.

"Roar!" A very humane secret smile flashed in Xiao Bai's eyes, and then he opened his mouth and put the small emerald sword in front of Fatty Luo.

Fatty Luo was stunned and quickly shook his head, "That's not it. I want my Baigu Pill. Master Bai, please show mercy and give it back to me!"

Brother Chicken’s head is full of black lines, this damn fat guy is too naughty.

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"Okay, Xiaobai is also eyeing those bottles of Baigu Dan with me. If you give it to me, it will be eaten immediately!" Brother Ji said angrily to Fatty Luo and said from his arms.

He took out two more bottles of Baigu Dan and said, "Here... damn fat man, now the two of us have six bottles in total, please weigh them carefully! The 'Taoyuan Festival' will start in three months. By then,

If we like a good treasure but can't get anything to exchange it for, we will suffer a big loss!"

Fatty Luo immediately burst into laughter and quickly put away the two bottles of Baigudan, vowing never to touch these things again.

Brother Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and he still had a large handful of the thousand-year-old fairy grass given by Yuxi’s wife. When the time comes, if it doesn’t work out, I’ll take out the most rubbish one, and it should be able to exchange for a lot of very awesome things!

Fatty Luo's ups and downs in mood made Xiao Bai despise him very much. On the way back, he almost threw Fatty Luo off several times, so scared that he screamed.

After flying all the way, about three or four hours later, Brother Ji and Fatty Luo stopped in the woods outside Dayu County, "Okay, let's walk back!"

Brother Ji was afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstandings, so he asked Xiaobai to follow him like a big cat. Fatty Luo walked side by side with him. After walking for less than ten minutes, they turned around a mountain and could see

We arrived at the city wall of Dayu County.

At this moment, Brother Ji and Fatty Luo's expressions suddenly changed.

"Murong...why are there so many immortal cultivators' auras?" Fatty Luo looked a little nervous.

Dayu County alone can feel hundreds of spiritual power fluctuations of varying strengths and weaknesses. The strongest ones are almost at the early stage of Gongji, and the weaker ones are at two or three levels of Qi training.

"How did I know!" Brother Ji shook his head and suddenly thought to himself, "Let's go back to Wufang quickly. If there are immortal cultivators who are greedy for the secular world and get the attention of Wufang, we will be in big trouble!"

Fatty Luo was also panicked, "Then let's..."

"First go to Dayu County to buy two horses, and then ask for information!" Brother Ji and Fatty Luo quickened their pace and walked quickly towards Dayu County.

Dayu County is the same as before. As a very important official hub in Zhezhou of the Southern Yan Kingdom, the county is still bustling with people and caravans and travelers.

However, the passers-by here are now mixed with a large number of immortal cultivators. Ordinary people cannot see it. Only those who are also immortal cultivators can realize how mixed up they are here.

When Brother Ji and Fatty Luo entered Dayu County, they clearly felt several rays of divine consciousness scanning their bodies.

Now their cultivation level is controlled at the sixth level of the Qi training period, which is not very conspicuous. In Dayu County, it is considered to be at the middle level at most. Therefore, after those few divine senses swept over them, they were withdrawn as if they were no longer interested.

Only one person was still watching.

Brother Ji's spiritual consciousness also spread out quietly. Compared with those low-level monks, his spiritual consciousness was comparable to that of the Nascent Soul stage and had reached the ultimate level. Even if it was spread over a large area, ordinary monks would not be able to detect it at all.

Fatty Luo chuckled, he naturally knew what Brother Ji was doing now.

"Fat Luo, my acquaintance is here!"

"That Wilson Ye?"

"Not bad!" Brother Ji nodded.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, a chubby middle-aged man trotted towards the city gate.

"It's really Fellow Taoist Murong!" Ye Weixin was overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward to salute, "It seems that Fellow Taoist is really punctual!"

"We have talked in advance. If it is before the start of the 'Taoyuan Festival', there will be a talk. By the way, Fellow Daoist Ye, this is Fellow Daoist Luo whom I met on the way." Brother Ji introduced Fatty Luo to Ye Weixin.

"I've met Fellow Daoist Luo!" Ye Weixin didn't care about Fatty Luo. Murong Qi had a better background. If he could be attracted to join his small team, it would be a big help!

Fatty Luo felt a little displeased at being neglected, and unknowingly raised his cultivation to the eighth level of the Qi training stage, "Ahem, Fellow Daoist Ye, you came here in a hurry, you didn't just say hello to Murong.

Say hello!"

Only then did Ye Weixin react, feeling Fatty Luo's cultivation level, and was shocked, he was actually at the eighth level of Qi training stage!

"Fellow Daoist Luo is joking!" Ye Weixin quickly raised his hands respectfully to Fatty Luo and said, "Fellow Daoist Luo and Daoist Murong are from the same family?"

"Haha, let's go together!" Chicken Brother nodded.

Ye Weixin was immediately overjoyed, "By the way, I forgot to congratulate fellow Taoist Murong for his great improvement in strength. Earlier, when we met, fellow Taoist was only at the third level of Qi training. Now, he is already at the sixth level. I'm very happy to congratulate you.

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Brother Ji smiled lightly, "Thank you!"

Fatty Luo rolled his eyes fiercely at the side. Well, if he knew that this wretched man standing in front of him was a golden elixir monk, he would be scared to death!

Ye Weixin quickly invited Brother Ji and Fatty Luo to his shop for a chat. Along the way, the three of them kept talking.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, there are still nearly three months left for the 'Taoyuan Festival'. Why are there so many immortal cultivators from all walks of life now?" Brother Ji was quite puzzled.

Ye Weixin smiled bitterly, "It's not like who was talking too much earlier and said that he wanted to hold a small trade fair first."

"Well? The location of this trade fair..." Brother Ji was surprised, "It can't be Dayu County, right?"

"What fellow Taoist said is true..." Ye Weixin looked around and whispered, "Actually, this is just a common practice! Most of the people who come to our Dayu County are casual cultivators. Everyone is very interested in participating in 'Taoyuan' alone.

There is no certainty about the grand event, so we first use a trade fair as a gimmick to form their own forces. If there are seven or eight people in a small team to take care of each other, then when the 'Taoyuan Festival' begins, there will be no fear of other people harboring evil intentions.

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Chapter completed!