The masked stall owner looked horrified and stood up in shock.
"How did you tell?"
"Of course I have my own methods."
Tang Fan didn't say much, stretched out his hand to take the crystal bottle in his hand, and said: "This divine fire is very rare, and I won't take advantage of you. When I refine the elixir, I will give you a bottle of rejuvenating jade ointment.
, I’ll help you get rid of the scars on your face!”
"Sir, are you serious?"
The masked stall owner asked breathlessly.
Tang Fan said proudly: "We cultivators are cultivating the word Tao. If the Tao is not righteous and the spirit is not peaceful, how can we achieve the right result? If I am not sure, why should I deceive you?"
"Well said sir!"
The masked stall owner bowed deeply and felt that he knew the master.
"After refining the elixir, how can I give it to you?"
"I heard that your husband doesn't seem to be from Tiannan, so he won't last long. I wonder how long you will stay here?"
Tang Fan thought for a while and said: "Let's do this. Within three days, if I have time, I will refine the elixir. If I don't have time, you can only go to Jiangbei, the provincial capital of Songjiang to find me!"
"Okay, everything depends on sir!"
The masked stall owner nodded repeatedly.
Bai Jingyi was confused after hearing this, and said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that he will kidnap your medicinal materials?"
The stall owner smiled and said: "If Sir can kidnap and run away, that's his ability. It also proves that I misjudged the person. I don't blame Sir!"
"Ha ha……"
Tang Fan laughed loudly, took out his mobile phone and exchanged contact information with him.
"My name is Xu Teng, from Donghai."
Tang Fan refused to be polite to him, packed up the medicinal ingredients and left.
This Xu Teng was decisive in his work and had a good temper towards Tang Fan, and he had a deep friendship with him.
The two of them continued to walk around. When Bai Jingyi saw no one around, she whispered: "That divine fire is not simple, isn't it?"
"Did you see it?"
"Huh, I don't know you well yet. If you weren't my dear, would you agree?"
Bai Jingyi pouted her lips, as if she knew you well.
Tang Fan said: "This is the Nine Phoenix Divine Fire, but obviously only the residual spirit is left, but it is also very precious!"
"Oh my god, you're getting a big deal then!"
Bai Jingyi opened her mouth in shock and said: "When I was at the Nine Puppet Sect, I heard the sect leader say that the Nine Phoenix Divine Fire can not only make elixirs, but can also be practiced as a magical power. It is extremely powerful. He once mobilized the power of the entire sect.
I looked for the Nine Phoenix Divine Fire, but unfortunately I couldn’t find it.”
"So, I have to be careful in the future and not treat it as a human being easily."
There was caution in Tang Fan's words. His cultivation base has not been established yet. He is just a newcomer in the world of cultivation. He must not be discovered by those powerful people.
Next, Tang Fan bought a lot of medicinal materials, sorting them into categories.
In addition to improving cultivation, there are also some medicinal materials for healing and concentrating. He is preparing for the future.
The Zhenyuan Pill is only effective for monks below the Foundation Establishment stage. After the Foundation Establishment, if you want to improve your cultivation, you will need higher-level pills.
For example, Naling Pill, Yuanling Pill, etc.
Tang Fan spent money like water, and his attitude was very arrogant, making noises, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he bought a lot of treasures.
In other words, in the blink of an eye, he spent four billion, leaving only a few hundred million in hand.
Soon, his behavior attracted the attention of others.
"Are you done?"
Bai Jingyi secretly pulled him.
"What's wrong?"
Tang Fan gasped and his face turned red. This money was spent so happily!
"If you keep buying like this, you won't be able to leave for a while!"
Bai Jingyi glanced around and saw that there were several people with malicious intentions secretly following Tang Fan.
Tang Fan smiled mysteriously and whispered: "Do you think I'm the kind of guy who shows off his wealth arrogantly?"
"What bad idea did you have again?"
Bai Jingyi knew that Tang Fan had secretive thoughts, and with his caution, he would not deliberately cause a sensation unless he had other purposes.
"If they have the courage, they can come and rob it. I'm afraid they won't dare!"
Tang Fan licked his lips maliciously, gently hugged Bai Jingyi's waist, and said loudly: "My dear, let's practice together tonight!"
Bai Jingyi gritted her teeth with hatred and struggled: "Are you crazy?"
"These treasures I bought, coupled with this little beauty like you, should make their hearts flutter, right?"
"You...you actually used me!"
Bai Jingyi rolled her eyes in anger, not to mention how depressed she was.
While the two were having fun, Tang Fan suddenly saw a stack of yellow paper, a jade box and a red-haired jade pen placed on the stall in front of him.
These were all talismans used for drawing talismans, and he quickly walked over.
"You two, what kind of talisman do you want?"
An old man with a white beard sat in front of the stall and asked with a smile.
"Uh... you're not a paper seller?"
Tang Fan asked strangely.
The white-bearded old man snorted coldly, pointed to the banner on one side with dissatisfaction, and said: "You two, didn't you see it?"
Tang Fan really didn't pay attention before, but when he took a closer look, he saw the banner written on it: "Asking for talismans, the future is worry-free!"
"It turned out to be a fortune teller!"
Bai Jingyi was amused for a while, then she pulled Tang Fan and said, "Let's go, I'm a talisman seller, not talisman paper!"
"Little girl, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"
The old white-bearded Taoist glared at Bai Jingyi with dissatisfaction and said proudly: "I am not a fortune teller. I am the real disciple of Wanghaizong's outer sect, Xuantong, who is nicknamed the Talisman Painter!"
Tang Fan coughed dryly and said seriously: "I dare to ask the real person, what kind of talisman can you draw?"
"Hmph, as long as you can tell it, you can't draw the talisman without my Xuan Tong!"
Tang Fan finally figured out that this Master Xuantong was probably a liar.
At his age, he is only at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, and his qualifications can no longer be described as inferior.
If he puts on such a show, he can probably bluff one after another.
However, the purple pupil divine eye has already seen that those papers and pens, and the jade box are all good treasures.
Tang Fan thought about it for a moment and had an idea in his mind, and said disdainfully: "Master, what's the price for painting a talisman?"
Master Xuantong immediately put on the face of a profiteer and said with a smile: "A low-level talisman only costs two million, a mid-level talisman costs 5 million, and a high-level talisman costs 10 million!"
Tang Fan almost laughed out loud, his eyes turned cold, and he said with a straight face: "How do I know whether the talisman you drew is effective?"
"Believe it or not, please feel free to do it yourself!"
Master Xuantong simply put on a sophisticated look and refused to talk to anyone anymore.
Tang Fan thought for a while and said, "Let me see it this way. You draw me a high-level protective talisman. If it works, I will give you 10 million. If it doesn't work, I will smash your sign and take your paper."
Pen, I will save you from harming others again!"
"good!"
Master Xuantong immediately spread out a piece of glittering talisman paper and opened the jade box, revealing cinnabar-like ink.
He held the jade pen in his hand, dipped it in ink, and then started drawing on the talisman paper.
Tang Fan had already hidden his aura, and he looked like he was only at the second or third level of Qi Condensation.
Master Xuantong thought that he was a Qi Condensation monk and had never seen a high-level talisman, so he could just draw one randomly.
Tang Fan watched him draw the talisman coldly, verifying his judgment. This old guy was indeed a liar, and the talisman he drew had no effect at all.
I don’t know where he found such a good talisman, but it was really wasted!
Master Xuantong quickly finished the drawing, handed it to Tang Fan and said, "This is the high-level protective talisman!"
Tang Fan nodded, suddenly struck out with lightning, put the talisman on his forehead, waved his hand and said, "I will give you money after I try it!"
"You...what are you doing!"
Master Xuantong was so frightened that his face turned pale. Even if Tang Fan didn't seem to have a high level of cultivation, he would still be injured if he was really hit with a palm.
He knew in his heart that this so-called high-level talisman was nothing more than a piece of waste paper!