After these little twists and turns, the exchange between the people continued to begin.

Everyone was careful, and the exchange went smoothly. Gradually, the atmosphere became warm, and some people who were watching could not hold back and began to exchange.

When everyone had almost exchanged, Fang Xing stood up and said aloud: "I have something to exchange, but at a price, one hundred and fifty spirit stones, no less than one. Alas, in fact, I have already paid for 150 spirit stones. After all, this thing is, but before I entered the Immortal Sect, I begged my father to buy it for 30,000 taels of gold..."

His speech immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The young man had taken out a mid-level flying sword worth 100 spirit stones, which was so shocking, not to mention that there was another one who had a price of 150 yuan at this time? And he said that it would be a loss to only exchange for 150 yuan. Such a strange treasure, who wouldn't want to come and take a look? Especially the big mouse spirit, his eyes narrowed into a slit and he quickly leaned over.

"What kind of magic weapon is it worth 30,000 taels of gold? Take it out and take a look?"

Fang Xing said: "Senior brother, you are also a sensible person. I am about to ask you to identify it and see if this thing is worth three hundred spirit stones. You can add a little more..."

As he said that, he spread his palms and revealed a nifty cigarette bottle, which emitted a slight enlightenment under the moonlight.

“Huh?”

The big mouse looked at it spitterily and felt that it was indeed a spiritual weapon. He just felt something was wrong, and it seemed that it was worth less than 30,000 taels of gold. However, when he heard Fang Xing's confidence, he felt a little afraid to confirm it, so he approached and looked.

The people around them all had the same thoughts and came closer to their heads and looked at them.

"It's indeed a magic weapon, but it seems that it's not worth 30,000 taels of gold. Could this senior brother be deceived?"

"Hey, senior brother won't be asking for a price on purpose. He wants to coax us to pay a high price, right?"

"It may not be true, this senior brother, is there anything extraordinary about this magic weapon? Can I wait and see it?"

Everyone discussed in a low voice, and some people wanted to see the display of this magic weapon.

"Of course, huh, I don't want to say you if this magic weapon is not worth 30,000 taels of gold. I don't want to say to you. My eyes are so damn. Today I will say this to you and let you see what a real magic weapon is!" Fang Xing pretended to behave, spread his palms, pressed it on the cigarette bottle, and whispered: "Everyone opened his eyes wide. The magic weapon lies in the subtleties. It's not okay if you don't look carefully..."

After hearing what he said, everyone couldn't help but get closer.

"Heavenly and the earthly spirit, a magic weapon of 30,000 taels of gold, let's show its spirit!"

Seeing that everyone was almost the same distance, Fang Xing shouted in a low voice and slapped his palm on the cigarette bottle.

"laugh……"

Suddenly, a fog of smoke flew out of the cigarette bottle.

The smoke was light green. After smelling it, it felt sweet and invading the brain.

Several agile first-level disciples who approached the cigarette bottle immediately shook their heads and fainted on the ground.

The two-level agile people also had their bodies shocked and wanted to struggle, but they felt weak all over and slowly fell down.

The mouse spirit had the highest cultivation level and the strongest resistance. After feeling something was wrong, he immediately wanted to escape, but he was closest to the cigarette bottle. When Fang Xing released the poisonous smoke, he sprayed directly into his nostrils. Seeing him retreating, he also jumped suddenly and chased him. The cigarette bottle was always one foot in front of him, spraying violently at his face.

"you……"

The big mouse spirit stared at Fang Xing and wanted to scold him, but he was dizzy and his body slowly fell down.

However, the expression on his face was obviously very unwilling to accept it.

He is usually careful, and after he came this time, he has been guarding against those guys who look like old disciples of Qingyun Sect. However, no matter what, he never expected that a disciple who had just entered the Immortal Sect would have such courage to do such a thing.

If you are not careful for a moment, you will fall into a trap and can only admit that you are unlucky.

"Damn it, I almost failed!"

Fang Xing kicked him hard, and even stepped on a little flesh and crushed it hard. He found that the big mouse spirit had no reaction at all, so he felt relieved. There was no one who could endure the pain and react at all. It seemed that he was really confused.

The smoky bottle that the fourth uncle gave him was really good, but he was also taking risks. Fang Xing knew that although this smoky was extraordinary, the higher the opponent's cultivation, the stronger the resistance. At that time, the fourth uncle himself had one bigger than this, but after spraying it at Xiao Jianming and the iron eagle under the seat, the other party just shook it, and then cut him into two with one sword.

It can be seen from this that this Miyan is almost completely invalid for the disciples of the True Sect who are at least seventh level of spiritual power.

Du Fang dared to do this vote, and had tested it on himself before. He released a little smoke at himself and immediately fell asleep for a day and a night. Based on this, it was determined that it was possible to use it to do a vote.

"What happened?"

Someone asked in a low voice not far away, Fang Xing felt a little nervous and immediately knew that it was the two guards who heard the movement.

Fang Xing was slightly shocked, thinking that he had forgotten that there were these two guys at the door.

"Damn it, don't rob it. I won't be able to replace this baby? Get out of here, I'm leaving!"

Fang Xing's eyes turned and suddenly shouted loudly. The sound of the sound frightened a group of birds.

The two guards were shocked and rushed in to check. They bumped into a figure in front of them. But they saw the man staggering, a small cigarette bottle in his hand was about to fly out. The two guards subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but they saw the man's figure turning in the air, pressing his palm on the cigarette bottle, and immediately a ray of blue smoke sprayed out, spraying on one of the faces.

"you……"

The guard was slightly startled. Before he could react, he felt a rich sweet fragrance in his mouth and nose, and his body was soft.

"What do you want to do?"

The other guard was shocked. He only smelled a little. Although he felt dizzy, he did not faint.

Fang Xing smiled coldly and said, "Do this!"

He pulled out the knife and stabbed him.

The guard was shocked, hurriedly flashed to the side, reached out to get his magic weapon in his arms.

But he was also a little bit crazy after all, and his reaction was a little slower. The magic weapon was a little slower. After one blow, Fang Xing had already jumped up in the air, turned around and kicked him in the chest, kicking him to the ground.

At this moment, the guard finally had the opportunity to take out his flying sword. He endured the dizziness in his mind and wanted to lock Fang Xing and sacrifice the flying sword. But at this moment, Fang Xing suddenly took out something and raised it at him.

"Smack it..."

A silver light flew over, and the dust was flying around the guard, and a terrifying sound sounded.

"It's not good to nail this thing to your body. If you don't want to die, throw the flying sword aside..."

Fang Xing's voice sounded coldly, but in his hand, he was holding an iron cylinder, and silver light shot out from it.

The guard was shocked and turned to look, but saw a row of silver needles on the ground beside him, most of which had been inserted into the ground, and even a few shots were shot on the trees beside him, all of which were sank into the whole body, only a little head and tail were exposed.

This made his heart chill. If such a terrifying silver needle hit his body...

"Since you are seeking death by yourself, you must not blame me..."

Fang Xing suddenly shouted, and the iron tube in his hand rose up.

"No, I'll throw away the flying sword..."

The guard was just an ordinary outer disciple. He had just entered the Taoist sect and was still dreaming of a free and illusory immortal. How could he give up his life at this time? He immediately shouted and threw the flying sword aside.

"Hey, you know what you know!"

Fang Xing sneered, stuffed the iron tube into his arms, strode forward, and kicked the guard in the face.

The guard's head shook, slowly fell down, and suddenly he raised it again, and said in a crying voice: "What are you doing?"

"Fuck, why haven't you fainted yet?"

Fang Xing was also a little embarrassed, so he had to take the cigarette bottle and spray it on his face. Now that he was done, the guard fell down and did not wake up again.

"Hehe, today is a big harvest, what a group of fat sheep..."

Fang Xing had a great joy and dragged the two guards to the middle of the valley, and then began to collect his own spoils.

First, I took off the storage ring on the hand of the young man who seemed to be a wealthy family, and then began to search for spirit stones on everyone.

He had already remembered what these people had when they were trading with each other just now, and he was familiar with it at this time.

(Thanks to [YangZhiGang], [Zhangzi Tandan], [Xinjia] for the reward, thank you for your support!)
Chapter completed!