"Which thing related to spiritual consciousness is not valuable? You just opened your mouth and walked away with millions of spiritual stones. Why are you dissatisfied?"
Muchen naturally knew how precious these eyes were and it was impossible to give them all to him.
The Firebird cursed and got into the Mingshui Bead in Muchen's arms.
Muchen flew to the nearest market where the Jubao Pavilion was located, and walked in carelessly.
The steward of Jubao Pavilion smiled and stepped forward to receive him: "Hey, senior is here! It seems that this trip has been fruitful again!"
This steward was also in the concentration state, but he didn't mind calling Muchen senior, and his attitude was extremely respectful.
That's because in the past month, every time Muchen came back from hunting, he would bring a bunch of materials for the Golden Core stage monsters. From this, anyone could tell that Muchen's cultivation was extraordinary.
At least it's definitely not the Concentration Realm!
Which state of concentration can kill the golden elixir stage like a pig?
Jubao Pavilion immediately regarded Muchen as a guest and did not dare to be negligent in the price.
Muchen just nodded indifferently, and the two of them went upstairs into a private room. Muchen poured out the materials from the storage bag.
"Oh! There are quite a lot of demons that we hunted this time. Well, that wild boar demon is something that even the late Jindan doesn't dare to provoke. It has to be you, senior!"
The steward's eyes shone as he picked up these materials to observe and taste them.
Suddenly, the steward's mouth closed, and he took out the fallen eyeballs of the human-headed demon from the monster materials, his eyes full of shock.
"This...if I read it correctly, this is the material on the flying man's head!"
He glanced at Muchen, his expression mostly filled with disbelief.
Muchen just nodded and said, "Yes, it took a lot of effort on my part."
The steward swallowed a sip of saliva: "The flying heads have been harming one party for a long time. Several golden elixir-level monks have joined forces to defeat them, but they still failed to gain any benefit. They actually died in the hands of seniors. This and this..."
Muchen waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, since I took it out, I just want to sell it."
The steward couldn't help but nodded: "No problem! It's just that the shop can't produce so many spiritual stones now. I wonder if senior is willing to exchange things for things?"
When Muchen nodded, the manager packed up the materials and went out to get his things.
After a while, the person who came in again was not the manager, but a middle-aged man with an imposing manner like a dragon or a tiger.
"Fellow Taoist, this is such a good trick! It's also very generous. If someone else got this material that is beneficial to their spiritual consciousness, they wouldn't be willing to sell it! They would have kept it for themselves."
The middle-aged man raised his fist towards Muchen and said, "Here comes Xiong Ye, the master of Jubao Pavilion!"
Golden elixir stage monk.
Muchen also raised his hand: "I have met senior and junior Tianlan Sect Muchen."
Reputation is also a resource that can be used. Muchen is someone who will become famous sooner or later, so naturally he doesn't mind telling his real name.
"Are you really in the state of concentration?"
Xiong Ye couldn't believe it. He looked at Muchen up and down, with a look of deep fear in his eyes.
Xiong Ye naturally saw that Muchen was confident enough in his own strength, so he frankly admitted his cultivation level.
"The Tianlan Sect is full of talented people! Fellow Taoist, there is no need to call me senior. People like you are like dragons and phoenixes. In the future, we at Jubao Pavilion will still look up to you!"
Kumano made a close move, took out a box from the storage bag, and placed it on the table.
"Our spiritual stones are temporarily unable to be recycled, so we have to take out this thing. I wonder if you can see it?"
Muchen couldn't help but pay attention to this box. According to Xiong Ye, he wanted to use this thing to exchange himself for all his materials worth nearly ten million spiritual stones?
As a large chamber of commerce, Jubao Pavilion will definitely not do anything to ruin its reputation.
Muchen opened the box and couldn't look away anymore.
There are two swords, one long and one short, in the box. They are filled with cold light. You can feel the sharpness of these swords just by staring at them.
The ultimate mysterious weapon!
It’s worth the materials!
As soon as Xiong Ye saw Muchen's eyes, he knew that the deal was done.
"This pair of Youye Zimu Swords was left behind after the death of a great master in our Jubao Pavilion. Our Jubao Pavilion mainly deals in materials, and this is the only magic weapon we can get our hands on."
Kumano introduced.
Muchen didn't hesitate at all: "Okay, I'll change this thing!"
Muchen picked up the Youye Zimu Sword. He was now used to using the sword with his left hand, so he held the long sword in his left hand and the short sword in his right hand. As soon as he held it in his hand, he could feel the powerful power of the Zimu Sword.
Desire! Desire for blood!
Muchen was overjoyed, as this mother-child sword could almost give birth to a weapon spirit. This was a feature only found in Xuanbao-level magic weapons, which fully showed how precious this mother-child sword was.
"Wait a minute!"
Kumano took out another object from his arms and placed it on the table.
Muchen glanced out of the corner of his eye and his eyes immediately became shocked.
Storage ring! This is a storage magic weapon that is countless times more valuable than a storage bag.
"This storage ring is a gift from me, Jubao Pavilion. I just want to make friends with fellow Taoists! If there are any other materials in the future, I, Jubao Pavilion, will definitely buy them at the best price!"
Muchen is not polite, this storage ring is rare and hard to come by, Jubao Pavilion's sincerity is also quite high.
The purpose of his trip to hunt monsters was mainly to hone his spiritual fire and sell some materials to earn some spiritual stones.
After all, no one would think that they have too few spiritual stones.
After bidding farewell to Jubao Pavilion, Muchen returned directly to Tianlan Sect.
Now that the Wanli Golden Roc has become a great achievement, Muchen's escape speed has reached a higher level, even faster than the spirit boat.
Although they were thousands of miles apart, Muchen rushed back to the sect in less than half a day.
His biggest shortcomings now are the amount of spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness, but they only become apparent when fighting across realms.
The sect is already preparing to set off and is gathering the disciples who will participate in the sect competition.
Huang Tianhu and others had been waiting on the spirit boat for a long time. When they saw Muchen, they immediately greeted him.
"You're a busy man, what have you been doing? We heard that you were back and we went to look for you, but you weren't here again!"
Ma Changchuan said.
Muchen smiled faintly: "I went out to practice my newly learned magical powers, so I wasted time."
Huang Tianhu scolded: "You monster, I feel like you are a lot stronger. I still want to fight you, but I feel like you can hold me down with one hand and beat me."
Everyone was chatting and laughing, but Xia Qingcheng looked a little unnatural.
Muchen saw it and didn't say anything.
The people participating in the sect competition this time were all the elites of the Tianlan Sect. All the famous guys from the new generation were here, including Wei Long, who was defeated by Muchen before.
When the man saw Muchen, his expression was very unkind, but he did not dare to provoke him, and just looked at him secretly with resentful eyes.
"Now that everyone is here, get ready to go!"
Huan Sanshan's voice came from above the spirit boat, and then his figure appeared on the spirit boat.