The woman in the green cloak stared at Xie Feng's leaving figure.
Under the brim of the hat, her red lips pursed lightly.
Her whole person exuded a sense of elegance and depth.
"Master, just now we were able to fight him to the end and take pictures of the exhibits. Why are you a little worried?"
Behind the woman, two men in mysterious clothes appeared, and they were also tightly wrapped in cloaks.
The woman in the green cloak said: "If you have strength, you must show it in full? Do you have to fight to the end? Do you have to show off your edge? Is this what I teach you?"
The two of them lowered their heads: "I know my mistake!"
The woman in the green cloak said: "No, you are right. It is me who is wrong. It is my faulty teaching that makes you so stupid."
The two of them were shivering and extremely embarrassed.
"That man has a young voice and a restrained aura. Even with my eyesight, I am a little confused and cannot see through him. There are not many such existences in the first heavens, but there are not many.
"Anyone who can easily take out two holy pills must be an extraordinary person. Either he has a profound knowledge, or he is a holy alchemist.
"Who among the first heavens has this ability?"
The woman in the green cloak thought.
One person said: "There are many younger Star Lords in the Seven Stars Region, maybe he is one of them."
Another person asked: "Could it be from the Holy Demon Heaven?"
"Forget it, instead of guessing here, it's better to take action. Jiuzao, let me find out his origins."
The woman in the green cloak shook her head slightly.
"Yes, Palace Master!"
Someone behind him cupped his hands and replied respectfully.
The woman stared forward. After a moment, she lifted her cloak and hat, revealing a stunning face.
She has dazzling blond hair, a bright and delicate face, and her lake-blue eyes are like a deep pool, undulating with water.
Her red lips were raised lightly, her posture was arrogant and elegant, like a blue crane floating out of the dust with a city in its chest.
She stared in the direction of the door!
After a while, he slowly put down the brim of his hat and left slowly!
…
Fairy Temple.
Yun Muchen and Xie Feng separated and began to wander around.
He is looking for an old man!
He had been to the Fairy Market before and fell in love with a sword, but he had no money, so he made an agreement with the stall owner, an old man, to keep it for him and buy it next time!
However…
no more chance.
Because as soon as he left, he was exiled to the wilderness for murder!
Two hundred years have passed. I wonder if that old man is still there?
Do you still remember the original agreement?
Yun Muchen was full of hope and searched everywhere!
only…
Why are so many stall owners old?
Look, everyone looks like the one from back then!
What's even more troublesome is that these people are all tightly packed, and whether they are found or not depends on luck!
Yun Muchen's expression gradually became complicated.
The fairy market is very big. He searched repeatedly for a long time. As time passed by, it was only a quarter of an hour before the fairy market was about to close!
Yun Muchen was sweating.
He stood on the street, looking in all directions and listening in all directions.
"Boy, move here, you're blocking my business."
A stall owner behind him was blocked for a long time, which seriously affected his business. Moreover, the stall owner was looking around, but not looking at him!
He blocked his own way and refused to buy his own things. The stall owner couldn't bear it anymore and finally spoke out in anger!
Yun Muchen hurriedly stepped aside.
His toes scratched the ground in embarrassment.
"oh!"
He casually glanced at this man's stall and suddenly became excited!
What does it mean to find no place after wearing iron shoes?
What does it mean to be far away in the horizon and close at hand?
Just! Right! This! Moment!
Most of the things on this stall are old groceries, but underneath the groceries, a sword hilt is exposed, which is what he had his eye on back then!
Absolutely right!
Yun Muchen held the stall owner's hands tightly: "Old man, you are the person I am looking for!"
The stall owner was startled, thinking that a gangster had come to harass this bad old man like him!
After taking a closer look, he said, "It's you."
"Yeah!"
"Two hundred years ago, it was you who took a fancy to this sword."
"Yeah!"
"This sword has always been reserved for you."
As the stall owner spoke, he pushed aside the debris and took out a long sword. The scabbard was simple, the sword body was gray, and the blade was extremely dull. It looked ordinary...
In fact, it's just bland and unremarkable.
Otherwise, no one would buy it in two hundred years...
The stall owner complained in his heart.
His grandfather picked this up casually. Instead of taking up space, he might as well sell it. If he can trick a stupid boy into buying it, he won't lose money.
Yun Muchen took the sword and was very satisfied.
He comes from Yun Palace. What is the most powerful thing about Yun Palace?
kendo!
He has amazing eyesight, so he can naturally recognize the extraordinary quality of this sword, but it has been covered in dust for too long and its edge has dimmed.
If you sharpen it, you will be able to regain your sharpness!
The stall owner said: "Take the three hundred cent coins as much as you can."
It was only three hundred cents back then, and it hasn't changed now. What a conscientious businessman!
Yun Muchen paid readily!
When he was about to leave, he took a casual look and saw a pair of dark horns lined up in the corner of the stall. They were covered with three inches of dust and were quite large.
Yun Muchen was a little interested.
"How to sell this thing?"
Just as he was about to ask the price, a man in red asked first. His face was covered by the brim of his hat, and his voice was low and cold.
The stall owner smiled and said: "This is what my great-grandfather got from hunting. However, it was so long ago that no one knew the origin of the horns after my great-grandfather passed away."
The man stared at the horns in silence.
The stall owner said: "These are all household items and are worthless. Take them for twenty cents!"
The man said: "Okay!"
The two of them paid with one hand and delivered the goods with the other.
The stall owner was happy.
Why are there so many idiots today?
Whether it is the sword or the horn, they have been left untouched for hundreds of years and are worthless!
How lucky I am!
After giving the fairy coins, the man took out a delicate wooden box and handed it to the stall owner.
When the altar owner opened it and took a look, he was stunned on the spot.
Pill!
There are ten pills neatly packed in the wooden box!
The stall owner was stunned: "Is this?"
Yun Muchen couldn't help but said: "Look at this appearance, is it an intermediate level of immortality?"
The stall owner's eyes widened instantly.
Is this an elixir?!
Ten elixirs!
One hundred thousand immortal coins, ten coins are one million!
Sent! Sent!
The stall owner seemed calm on the outside, but he was turbulent in his heart.
The man said: "I thought about it, charging me 20 cents for such a good thing, this advantage makes me feel uneasy!"
Are there such people?
Do you think you are taking too much advantage?
How noble and great a character this is!
The stall owner was almost moved to tears.
The man put his horn into a space stone, suddenly turned sideways and pointed at Yun Muchen's sword: "This is worth nine elixirs!"
The stall owner blinked and was startled.
Yun Muchen: "..."
I am Cao/your mother!
If you know it’s valuable, there’s no need to tell it, right?
Brother, do you know that you are too kind?
At this moment, the stall owner looked at Yun Muchen, his eyes filled with enlightenment.
"Depend on!"
Yun Muchen covered his sword, took two steps back, turned around and ran away.
The man in red turned his head and looked at Yun Muchen's retreating back.
Ah.
He let out a chuckle.
He raised his chin, and the brim of his hat was blown by the wind, revealing half of his face.
Thin cheeks, red eyes.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his whole person instantly became evil-looking.
His name is Canglingzi, he was once called Blood Emperor! He was once called Blood Demon! He was once called Mo Ren!
Live before the wind and rain, step on the blood and fly into the sky, make every step of the way!
Now, he has abandoned all the past and is just the direct disciple of the Master of the Heavenly Pavilion! He is the fourth existence on the Heavenly Ranking!