Ye Zhe returned to Qingyuntai, greeted Li Jian and others, and told Li Tieying that she was feeling uncomfortable and left early.

Li Jian and the others looked 'Okay, no need to explain', and signaled Ye Zhe to leave quickly and send blessings: "Brother, don't kill anyone."

Ye Zhe wondered for a while before he understood what their blessing meant. Indeed, a sword cultivator during the consecration period said that she was not feeling well was simply an insult to other people's IQ. Of course, the old classmates did not believe it, and they all agreed that they were going to check in.

But the problem is that Li Jianying is really uncomfortable. Now that I’m done, I can’t explain it clearly.

Back at Wuya Mountain, Ye Zhe took out his "idle" ribbon and hung it on the hilt of the sword. In the city, what if you want to wander around the city but don't want to attract attention? Open a rental car, as long as you don't lean towards the starting and landing point, no one will wave to you.

Ye Zhe flew towards the south of the city on the flying sword, and kept whispering to the green girl in his clothes along the way: "What materials do you need to buy if you want to refine the demon and eliminate pill?"

"Don't think about the materials first. First of all, you have to buy a fifth-grade alchemy furnace." Qingmiao said.

"Level 5-level alchemy furnace? Do you need such a high-end one? Can't the furnace at home be used?" Ye Zhe asked in a short while.

Qingmiao said: "Of course not. The magic pill is a level five pill, and it must be refined by a level five or above alchemy furnace."

The pills are divided into nine levels, the first level is the highest, the ninth level is the lowest, the cold medicines that ordinary people take to stop ejaculate and acclimate blood, etc., all belong to the ninth level.

Peiyuan Pill belongs to level 8 and is the most basic cultivation pill, which strengthens the foundation and cultivates the essence, nourishes qi and nourishes essence. But at the same time, Peiyuan Pill is a supplement that monks at all levels can take. The higher the realm, you will eat a few more, so there are also the difference between the big Peiyuan and the small Peiyuan.

In addition, there are differences in medicinal efficacy. If the alchemist has a high level and good effect and low level, the medicinal efficacy will be poor. If the medicinal efficacy is poor, there will be many impurities with poor efficacy. If it cannot be completely digested after taking it, it must be excreted to reduce the medicinal efficacy.

According to the efficacy of the medicine, there are high, medium and low products.

The alchemy furnace can be divided according to the level of the elixir that can be refined. The one who can be refined with a level elixir is the first level elixir. The first level elixir can be refined with a level 9 pill, but it cannot be the same.

The cheapest alchemy furnace is level 8. If the casserole bought by Ye Zhe can be called a alchemy furnace, however, every level higher, the value of the alchemy furnace will be hundreds of thousands. For example, a level 7 alchemy furnace costs more than one thousand yuan, a level 6 of tens of thousands, and a level 5 of million yuan.

So when Ye Zhe heard the fifth level alchemy furnace, he immediately breathed. Why? Because he was poor.

"It seems that I can only sell some spiritual spring water to raise money." Ye Zhe murmured.

"I advise you not to do so. If you don't want the cave sky to dry up, don't over-consuming the spiritual spring water. It is the key to maintaining the ecological balance of the entire cave sky. If it is less than a certain amount, the medicinal fields will be abandoned, the pond will be inactive, the lotus will wither, and the fish will die. It will be difficult to recover at that time." Qingmiao said.

"Ah? Is this possible? You didn't say it earlier. I sold so much before, so it won't be affected." Ye Zhe asked nervously.

"That won't be, it's only a few dozen liters, but your mentality is not right now. You want to sell spiritual spring water when you lack money. If this continues, spiritual spring will always dry up. I just let you know the possible consequences." Qingmiao said.

When Ye Zhe thought that the cave heaven would be abandoned and the pond would turn stagnant, he shuddered: "If you don't sell it, you won't sell it." Many top schools and sects do not have their own cave heaven. How can they break it if you pick it up for nothing?

But in a blink of an eye, he became distressed again: "But if you don't sell spiritual springs, how can you get the money to buy a elixir furnace?"

Qingmiao said: "Don't you have Peiyuan Dan? You will get money by selling it? How can you make money by selling finished products? And you also need to use Lingquan water yourself. Cooking rice and drinking water. If you want to take a shower, you can go to the pond in the cave to wash it."

"Ah? Use Lingquan to cook and drink water? Isn't it too luxurious?" Ye Zhe was startled.

Qingmiao poked her head out of her clothes and said to him seriously: "Master, you are the leader of the Yixian Sect now. You are qualified to enjoy all the luxury, so that you deserve your identity. Besides, you have been using it for a long time. Isn't the food delicious these days? Is the water not delicious?"

Ye Zhe was stunned by the words. A strange immortal sect with only four different kinds of left is no right to enjoy it. Thinking about the food these days, it was really delicious. Ye Zhe thought that the high-level cooking and cooking was Qingmiao. It turns out that he had already used the Lingquan Water?

"Of course, my level is high. Lingquan water is just water. Does it have the function of seasoning? At most, it will only cause diarrhea and cleanse your body." Qingmiao said.

"No wonder I had diarrhea that day. It turned out to be because of Lingquan. But isn't it only ordinary people who cleanse the dust body? I've been practicing for so many years, why do I still have diarrhea?" Ye Zhe asked in confusion.

"I've eaten too much garbage." Qingmiao responded.

The two kept muttering on the road, muttering to their destination - Wuyashan Farmers Wholesale Market.

Last time I bought the materials, Ye Zhe went directly to the pharmacy in the city. It was for convenience and safety and it was not easy to buy fakes, but the price was really expensive.

If you come to the wholesale market, the same material may only cost one-third of the price, provided that you can choose. If you buy fake medicinal materials, you will not only lose the money of fake medicine, but also lose all the costs of a furnace of elixirs.

But he doesn't know how to pick it, Qingmiao will: "If I pull you on the left, it's true, if I pull you on the right, it's false, and if I pull both sides at the same time, it's for you to bargain."

"Uh, then be gentle, it's very sensitive, don't break it." Ye Zhe said helplessly.

However, before going to buy the materials, Ye Zhe first landed on an antique street next to the farmers' market. He wanted a furnace to refine the alchemy, so he bought the furnace first.

Although the antique street is known as antiques, most of the ones sold are from last week or last week. The goods from last year are considered ancient.

But it doesn’t matter. Whether it’s last week or last year, as long as you can refine alchemy, you will be a good alchemy furnace. If you are lucky and have a good vision, you can still find a big leak.

If you really can’t find a gap, you can only buy new ones, and there are new ones sold here.

When I entered the antique street, unexpectedly, the street was deserted and there were almost no pedestrians. I just found a shop that opened and asked: "Where is the Doubao Conference, don't you know?"

The Treasure Conference? Oh my God, I have forgotten such a big thing? Every year the Treasure Conference is a good opportunity to take on the job. Just from Feisuoyi outside the city to the venue, you can run dozens of times a day, and you can earn more than ten days of your daily income in just one day.

I haven't taken on work these days, and I remembered the matter of the class reunion, and I actually forgot such a big thing. Ye Zhe felt so heartbroken that dozens of single businesses just slipped away in vain.

The Treasure Fighting Conference is a competition held by the Artifact Refiners Association every year. For three consecutive days, the Artifact Refiners from all sides present magic weapons and evaluate the first to nine levels, with the upper, middle and lower grades, and the best ones win.

The winner is worth a hundred times the price, and the loser can sell at a good price, with the best of both worlds.

Originally, it was just a competition for the weapon refiners, and the date was only one day, but as their popularity grew, the forces from all sides participated, and the day was not enough, so it was extended to three days.

The scale is getting bigger and bigger. At the beginning, it can be held just a small house, but now it can only be accommodated in the stadium.

Of course, it is not all about the fighting equipment, but also all kinds of small commodities, second-hand antiques, elixirs and rituals. Whether you are a rookie in the Qi Refining Stage or a powerful golden elixir, you may encounter what you need at the fighting equipment conference.

How could Ye Zhe miss this good opportunity to find a bargain? He ran straight to the stadium not far away with a quick walk.

Wuyashan Stadium is a square with a length and width of 600 meters, and a circular track with a diameter of 500 meters in the center, with a circumference of more than 1,500 meters, which is very suitable for flying sword racing.

At this moment, all the facilities on the runway and the middle playground have been cleared, leaving only the lawn, surrounded by people, and the sounds are buzzing, and it is very lively.

Many people are sitting cross-legged on the ground, laying a rag in front of them, and then starting their career as a small vendor. Some of them are well prepared and will bring tables, chairs, parasols, etc.

Some ordinary people scramble to fish. After taking up a seat, they put ordinary materials and items in front of them. Such stalls were quickly cleared out.

But it doesn’t matter. At this moment, the streets outside the stadium have become a world of small vendors. Whether it is pots, pans, or bedding, they can be bought. However, the most common are stalls of various snacks and food. After all, there are still a few people who can fast in this world.

Two days before the bucket meeting, it became a time for various professional monks to communicate with each other, including those who refine alchemy, collect herbs, plant spiritual valleys, train animals, and forests.

Ye Zhe never attended a fighting weapon conference before, and just wanted to attract customers to make money, because the sword cultivator was a flying sword to travel around the world, and there was no need for anything outside his body. If he didn't buy a flying sword, there was no need to wander around at all.

Now he has a need, including the alchemy furnace, medicinal materials, and the Peiyuan Dan, and there is no chance to get a bargain than the general meeting of the driver.

It was noon, and the most lively moment of the bucket conference, someone at the door waved a stack of yellow paper and shouted: "Cold talisman, cool talisman, one hundred yuan per piece, put it on your chest to make you feel cool, like a spring breeze, avoiding being slaughtered."

It was okay if I didn't hear this, but when I heard such a hawking sound, Ye Zhe became stuffy and hot. There was wind on the flying sword. No matter how strong the sun was, it didn't feel hot. However, when I walked on the ground, my head was sunny and my feet were covered with floor tiles. It was very uncomfortable to fry and roast them.

As a sword cultivator, he didn't sweat from the heat, but he was just uncomfortable. The ordinary people who set up stalls and went shopping were uncomfortable and paid for them.

Ye Zhe said: "I'll buy one too."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Zhe felt a heart-wrenching coolness soaking through his skin, and he became cool in an instant.

"If you think it's hot, just say it. Using the cool talisman is too low-level. Alas, it's a pity that the magic weapon of this sect has been lost too much, otherwise any magic armor will have the function of cooling down." Qingmiao sighed.

Ye Zhe thought of the full magical instruments in the humble room of the cave, and asked in confusion: "Isn't it in the humble room? Is there something missing?"

"Oh, sect master, who would throw the useful magic weapons in the humble room? Of course, I will carry them with you. The humble room is full of things that are not useful. The practical and useful things that are carried with you are gone."

Puff, Ye Zhe almost spurted out a mouthful of blood. It turns out that the magic weapons in the humble room are not easy to use or garbage that cannot be used? How powerful are those magic weapons that are carried with you? If so, why did the alien immortal sect fall to this point now? Ye Zhe strongly suspected that Qingmiao was bragging.

"It's not true that garbage is not consumed, but it's not practical. There are a few magic weapons that are too powerful and no one can use them, so they are idle. Come on, the master of the sect and try to make those magic weapons regain the light of day." Qingmiao encouraged.

"Okay, work hard, work hard." Ye Zhe responded perfunctorily, but he felt a magic weapon that could not even use the nine-level green seedlings of the Golden Pill, so he could fight for them again. Is it kidding? Can he still cultivate to the nine-level Jin Pill?

There is no need to buy the cool talisman. With the Qingmiao Shi Wei, Ye Zhe walked into the stadium happily.

Without rushing to buy things, Ye Zhe found an empty stall, sat cross-legged, turned the ribbon of the flying sword, and spread the word "the side" facing down on the ground, put out the Peiyuan Dan, then took out the flying sword, and peeled up a wooden stick that was casually copied on the antique street.

First, cut it to half a palm, then cut it round, hollow it out, plug it with a rounded wood plug, and a small bottle is ready.

Pour out five Peiyuan Dan and put it in a new bottle, which is a small amount of Peiyuan Dan.

There are ninety-three elixirs made by Qingmiao. Ye Zhe had eaten two last night and in the morning, and he had to eat one at night. It takes five days to refine one elixir, two a day. In this way, Ye Zhe still has eighty elixirs for sale.

Eighty Yuan Danshes are not much, and they can be eaten at any time when they are sold in pharmacies like Huichuntang. However, considering that there are many casual cultivators here, many of them are poor people like Ye Zhe, so how can they buy dozens of them?

If you want to sell quickly, it is the most practical thing to pack, and Ye Zhe also wants to benefit the poor monks.

I spent a few months on my income to buy a few Peiyuan Pills, and I could take one to impact it at the bottleneck, and maybe I could break through. Just like Ye Zhe, who paused on the first level of foundation building for six years, rushed over last night with a Peiyuan Pill.

The idea is good, but unfortunately Ye Zhe still underestimates the rich, especially in the last few days of the Warehouse Conference, there are dragons and snakes, and there are all kinds of old monsters. Just when Ye Zhe poured out the Peiyuan Pill, a middle-aged man's nose moved not far away: "Hey, the top-grade Peiyuan Pill?"

Following the breath, I happened to see Ye Zhe pouring the pills into the wooden bottle.

"Let's wait!" The middle-aged man flashed and rushed to Ye Zhe with a whoosh, grabbing Ye Zhe's wrist like lightning.

Ye Zhe was shocked and almost wanted to use the flying sword in his hand to cut the other party. Fortunately, there was no, because the power from the other party's hand, the middle-aged man's cultivation was far superior to Ye Zhe.

The middle-aged man looked at the elixir and wooden bottle in Ye Zhe's hand, then looked at Ye Zhe, and asked expressionlessly: "You don't want to put Peiyuan Pill in such a bottle, right?"

Ye Zhe nodded, that's exactly what he did.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and had an expression of trying to hit someone. When Ye Zhe was studying, the teachers in his class basically had this expression before he was scolding people.

However, Ye Zhe is not a student. After taking a breath, the middle-aged man said, "Sell it to me, how many are there? Alas, it's all wooden bottles. No one told you that the wooden bottles are not sealed well and aren't suitable for elixirs?"

Looking at the wooden bottle that was originally filled with pills in Ye Li's hand, the middle-aged man felt heartbroken and grabbed a handful of soil on the ground on the spot. His palms were shaking, and the impurities in the soil were shaken up, and the remaining soil was filled with white smoke, and the moisture in it was quickly dried.

The dry soil was kneaded by the middle-aged man and turned into powder, then heated and melted, turning into a red melt.

The high-temperature red melt was held in the hands of middle-aged people. After a few kneading, it turned into a bottle with a big belly and a thin neck. The temperature quickly cooled down, and a dark blue porcelain bottle with a smooth surface was formed.

The middle-aged man pinched a lid, refined it with the same method, and then stuffed it on the bottle mouth, tightly sewing it. Just by its own friction, the lid was bitten tightly on the bottle mouth.

The middle-aged man handed over the bottle and said, "Use this, use this."

Ye Zhe was shocked and refined a bottle out of thin air in just over ten seconds. Is this middle-aged man a weapon refiner?
To be continued...