The flying sword flashed past and took away the life of a monster beast.
Muchen raised his hand and hurriedly left.
There were demon corpses to raise, and he also had needs for practicing blood refining, so Muchen had to go hunting every now and then.
Fortunately, the strongest monsters in this mountain range are only Concentration Realm monsters, and there are no Golden Core Realm monsters. Otherwise, he really wouldn't dare to wander around like this.
The main purpose of coming out this time is to find monsters with suitable realms for practicing blood refining.
Now his blood refining technique has reached the sixth level, and his blessing on the physical body has reached an extremely powerful level.
It is no exaggeration to say that Muchen would dare to fight hand-to-hand with even monsters of the same realm.
Time flies by.
A few months later.
Muchen left the mountains with all his belongings.
The injuries on the demon corpse have been completely recovered, and its strength has probably reached the fifth or sixth level of the Concentration Realm.
The strength is not high, but Muchen has no intention of using it as a weapon for the time being.
The blood refining technique has also reached the seventh level, and going up further requires the blood essence of monsters and beasts at the Dzogchen level of the Condensation Realm.
After wandering around for so many days, Muchen didn't see any demonic beasts in the Dzogchen Realm of Concentration.
If it weren't for this, he really wouldn't want to leave here.
The Spirit-Building Pill helped him reach the seventh level of the Concentrating Soul Realm, and his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. However, this is already the limit. The pill resistance has made it impossible for him to take the Spirit-Building Pill to have any effect.
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Castle Peak.
It's the small town in front of the mountains.
What impressed Muchen the most was that there were actually branches of three major business alliances here.
There are even branches in such a remote place. You can imagine how powerful the three major business alliances are.
But this also saved him a lot of trouble.
The reason why Muchen came here was to get rid of the large amount of monster materials on hand.
The monster blood and blood essence were refined by him, and the remaining fur, horns, claws and other materials were naturally left behind.
Over time, these monster materials become a considerable fortune.
Following his past habits, he went straight to the Jubao Pavilion branch.
"Brother, wait a moment."
Before Muchen could step into the door of Jubao Pavilion, he was stopped by a young monk.
"What?"
Muchen frowned slightly, how dare a Foundation Establishment monk stop him?
Even though he has gathered his spiritual power now and looks like he is just a Foundation Establishment monk, when did there ever be such a look-down guard at the entrance of Treasure Collection Pavilion?
Muchen was obviously overthinking. The other party was not the guard of Jubao Pavilion, nor was he looking for trouble, but a person from a small shop. The reason why Muchen was stopped was to steal business from Jubao Pavilion.
"No matter what the price of your monster materials is from Jubao Pavilion, we will add 10% to them all!"
The young monk said confidently.
"One percent higher?"
Muchen's eyelids twitched, 10% didn't seem like much, but there were so many materials on hand, even if it was just 10%, it was still a lot. After all, he could get it just by walking a few more steps.
"That's right."
The young monk nodded vigorously, much like the fledgling salesmen he met in his previous life.
"How did you know that I wanted to sell monster materials?"
Muchen frowned and suddenly realized something was wrong.
"It's not difficult to guess. Your Excellency has such a strong aura of monsters and beasts. People around you will be able to guess it as soon as you pass by."
The young monk said with a smile.
"So that's it."
Muchen suddenly realized that he had long been accustomed to this smell during this period, but others were different. It was called the smell of monsters, but in fact it was just the smell of blood.
"Then I'll go to your place and have a look, but before that, I have to go to Jubao Pavilion to check the price."
It was sold wherever it was sold anyway, so it was a good thing to be able to sell it for a good price. However, he had to go to Jubao Pavilion to find out the situation first, and he couldn't let others take a huge amount of money without knowing it.
When it comes to money, Muchen is very cautious whether in the Dragon Kingdom or in this world of immortality.
"No problem, feel free to inquire about the price, our price is guaranteed to be fair."
The young monk patted his chest in assurance.
Muchen entered the Jubao Pavilion to get a general understanding of the market, and then left with the young monk.
"Sir, looking at you, you must have been in the mountains for a long time. Speaking of which, you are alone. You are really brave and talented."
After successfully attracting guests, the young monk seemed very happy and talked a lot.
The two of them came to a remote alley together.
The store is opened in a ghostly place like this?
Muchen looked around at the damp and narrow alleys, and felt that something was not right.
Could it be that I encountered a black shop?
This young man seems to be quite sunny, and his face does not look like that sinister look.
"Our store has limited funds. In order to reduce costs, we can only rent the store in a relatively remote place. This is also to save money and increase the price of goods received."
The young monk seemed to notice Muchen's doubts and immediately explained.
Muchen reluctantly nodded. This explanation was a bit far-fetched, but it still made sense. If it weren't for this, the other party probably wouldn't have gone to the gate of Jubao Pavilion to pull people away.
Go all the way deep into the alley until you enter a secret passage and enter a place similar to a basement.
"Crunch!"
Muchen heard the sound of the door closing, followed by words that made veins pop out on his forehead.
"Brother, I tricked another fool."
The young monk blocked the door at this time, holding a long sword and sneering. He was completely different from before.
"Well done bro!"
On the other side, from several rooms, several fierce-looking men walked out.
"Damn, this guy is so good at pretending. Who will give him an Oscar if he doesn't?"
"I remember there was a barrage just now saying that this young man is sunny and handsome and calls him husband."
"Bah, that's because I'm blind!"
The barrage was very lively, but no one cared whether the current situation would be dangerous.
Are you kidding me? A few people in the Foundation Establishment Realm still want to rob Muchen?
Muchen agreed with this.
A group of big men surrounded Muchen, with grins on their faces.
"Be honest and hand over everything you have on you."
A man with a scar on his face stepped forward.
"Are you killing people or just robbing things?"
Muchen frowned and asked, Ning could smell the smell of blood in the air.
"Then it depends on whether you are honest or not. Not long ago, a few disobedient guys were killed by us. Their belongings were gone and their lives were lost."
The scarred man said with a ferocious smile.
"I can rest assured that."
Muchen nodded.
The scarred man and his gang looked puzzled. What are you worried about?
Is it possible that this kid was frightened out of his wits?
next moment.
What a sword.
A big head flew up.
The scarred man flying in the air had disbelief written all over his face. His body froze in place as if he didn't react. After a breath, he fell to the ground with blood spurting out.
"died?"
The robbers were dumbfounded.
Big brother is just gone? This chapter has been completed!