"It seems that fellow Taoist's injuries are not only serious, but also very strange." The brocade monk stopped the anger that surged in his heart, and instead said with some gloating pleasure, as if he had some intentions and had the idea of ​​inspiring the water to the east.

Zhang Shiping's eyes fell on the green-robed monk, and he couldn't help but be stunned. This man didn't even look down on Zhou Tianji Spirit Pill? It seems that this man is not a problem with his soul.

It seems that he can't exchange Geng Jin this time, Zhang Shiping thought with some disappointment. Over the years, he has been injured once while fighting with the Three Ghosts of Lushan. Although he was seriously injured that time, he has recovered in a short time with the help of a bronze lamp, and has not left any disease like this green-robed monk.

Because of the bronze lamp, Zhang Shiping's spared elixirs over the years are mostly emergency items that can suppress injuries in a short period of time. These elixirs are at the cost of stimulating their own potential, and they can eliminate all the injuries of monks in a short period of time, and even their own strength will be stronger than usual. However, this kind of elixir will naturally have some future problems.

After the pill is effective, the monk's injuries will further aggravate. Other monks have already made great plans to take this kind of elixir. No matter what the consequences are, it is important to save their lives first. However, Zhang Shiping, the rare treasure of the bronze lamp, is naturally not taking this little bit of the consequences to heart. As long as he can save his life, no matter how serious the injury is, it is only a trivial matter for him. However, other fellow Taoists have to think about it again and again when taking this elixir.

This green-robed monk probably had physical problems and had an old disease in Chen Ke. Zhang Shiping's medicines for tigers and wolves must not look down on him.

"The Zhoutianji Spirit Pill is useless, it seems to be a very difficult and complicated disease." I don't know who said in a low voice, with a surprising tone.

"It seems that I have no fate with this piece of Gengjin." A self-aware monk said self-deprecatingly, then closed his eyes to rest, and stopped saying a little more, but he still had some spiritual consciousness to see who the Gengjin fell into.

"I won't bother with fellow Taoists. But there are other fellow Taoists who want to exchange with me. If not, I won't waste my time anymore. It's the next one." The green-robed monk tapped the table and said calmly, not to bother with this brocade monk.

The atmosphere became a little colder, and after two or three breaths, the green-robed monk frowned and no one sent a message to him. He sighed, then raised his hand, gently pressed his palm down, and the three brocade boxes on the table immediately covered it with a "splash" and then he made a gesture to put it away.

"Please wait a moment. If it is convenient, can fellow Taoist tell me why he was injured? Fellow Taoist should also know that some strange and complicated diseases want to be cured, but you don't have to just seek any magical medicine. You have to prescribe the right medicine. Of course, if fellow Taoist thinks it is inappropriate, then forget it and just pretend that I am taking the liberty." An old man sitting in the corner leaning against his silver hair said slowly.

The man was not wearing a mask, his two long white eyebrows drooped down, looking kind and kind.

This old man is a casual cultivator, named himself Huafeng Sanren, and is considered a guest elder of Xuanyuan Sect. This man has good methods of refining alchemy, forging tools, and drawing talismans. He also likes to study some strange things on weekdays. He has broad but not sophisticated skills, and is broad but not profound. Fortunately, he has a good temper, is kind to others on weekdays, and hardly fights with others, so he naturally rarely makes enemies with others.

The green-robed monk paused, and he knocked the lid of the brocade box silently, thought for a while, then he spoke casually:

"My fellow Taoist said it is reasonable. Forget it, since that's the case, let me talk about it. My injury was taken down by a sneak attack in the fog in the past. However, I didn't see clearly what kind of monster this thing was. I saw it covered in a ball of black air and kept making 'mooing' sounds, which was similar to a child's crying. I wonder what kind of monster this thing is?"

The green-robed monk did not transmit a voice, but spoke it openly. Although the voice was not loud, the Jindan monks here are now all the monks, all of whom are extremely smart and can hear clearly.

"Based on such a simple description of fellow Taoist, I really can't tell what kind of monster it is. But I will make moans and like to hide in the demon clouds. As far as I know, there are only about twenty kinds of people, among which the most vicious and weird ones are 'evil' and 'hate wind. These two monsters can hurt human body in front, and the latter can defile human souls. Since Zhou Tianji Spirit Pill is useless to fellow Taoist, then the one who seriously hurts fellow Taoist is 'evil' this guy?" The old man gently twisted his white eyebrows, thought for a few breaths, and asked in confusion: "I'm sorry, why are fellow Taoist so reckless? The fog of the sacred person dare to stay in it?"

"Haha, there is no warning to the appearance of Shangwu. Who can know in advance?" The monk in green robe shook his head and did not answer the question of the silver-haired old man.

However, the one who can make a Jindan monk stay in the fog and not leave even though he knows the danger, must have some benefit that can make them fight with their lives, and it is right in front of him, and it cannot be separated from half a step.

He then said in a little disappointed manner, with regret in his words:

"My fellow Taoist said it right. That monster is indeed 'evil'. It's just that I delayed for too long and could not be cured in time, so I left the root of the disease, which has troubled me for decades. Over the years, I spent all my savings and took countless spiritual medicines, but the indicators did not cure the root of the root. Now there is only this little thing left on my body. I have also asked several seniors for advice, saying that if I take the soul spiritual lotus seeds for a long time, I still have some chance of curing them. But I have searched for many years and found only a few. Forget it, I don't have any hope, and I will not waste other fellow Taoists. I don't know if the fellow Taoists present have such lotus seeds in their hands, or if I know the news, I will thank you very much!"

"I don't have Soul Spirit Lotus Seeds, but I have three insect pills made of secret Tiangu larvae, which can just relieve fellow Taoist's injuries." The silver-haired old man was a little overjoyed, but he endured it and did not show any signs on his face. Tiangu worm pills are not a magic pill, but they also have some toxicity. However, this insect poison has a little effect on "evil". A pill can relieve it for about a year and a half.

"I thought fellow Taoist why I asked so much. It turned out that I had already seen it. Fellow Taoist has good eyesight. I have taken the Tiangu Insect Pill that fellow Taoist said, and it has not cured the root cause. If fellow Taoist wants to exchange for Gengjin, don't think about it. Flying swords and demon pills, fellow Taoist can choose one of them. If fellow Taoist wants spirit stones, it would be even better." The green-robed monk suddenly realized. He took the jade bottle thrown by Huafeng Sanren, poured out the insect pill and looked at it a few times, then shook his head and said.

"I understand, I have never thought of exchanging the insect pill for Gengjin. Three Heavenly Gu insect pills have been exchanged for one demon pill. What do you think, fellow Taoist?" Huafeng Sanren nodded with a smile and said.

"It's all right." The green-robed monk reached out to the brocade box, and a golden demon pill flew towards Huafeng Sanren.

Sanren grabbed it in his hand, felt the demon pill slightly, and immediately turned his hand away, "Thank you, fellow Taoist."

"Everyone can get what you need." The green-robed monk said with a constant expression. The value of the demon pill is much greater than that of the insect pill, but it depends on when.

Just as the green-robed monk put the insect pill in his hand into the jade bottle, he suddenly turned his head, with an unconcealed look of joy in his eyes, and said loudly: "Is there really a soul-spirited lotus seed in his hand?"

The green-robed monk's eyes fell on a medium-sized monk. This person was no one else, but Zhang Shiping.
Chapter completed!