"What level are the demon pills you have here?" Lin San asked calmly.
"Oh, there are all levels," the Eight-Character Hu said with a smile, "What level of demon elixir do you want to buy?"
Lin San narrowed his eyes: "That's not a small tone. Then let me ask you, do you have the demon elixir of the Nascent Soul stage demon beast here?"
"Yes," Mustache nodded.
"Uh, it really does exist." Lin San's eyes suddenly opened. He was just asking casually, but he didn't expect it to actually exist here.
"Of course, we have been here for more than ten years. Our store has always been the most reputable and never deceived customers," the mustache said with a smile.
Lin Sanba chirped: "How many Nascent Soul stage demon pills do you have here?"
The mustache stretched out a finger.
Lin San's pupils suddenly shrank: "One hundred,"
The mustache shook his head: "Too many,"
Lin San frowned: "Ten,"
The mustache still shook his head.
Lin San's face darkened: "It can't be one, right?"
This time the mustache did not shake his head: "That's right, our store only has a Nascent Soul Demonic Pill,"
Lin San grinned: "I heard you bragging just now. I thought you had so many Nascent Soul stage demon pills here. After a long time, there was only one."
The mustache smiled bitterly and said: "Friend Taoist, Yuan Ying stage demon beasts are not that easy to kill. Even the Yuan Ying stage demon pill currently in our store was obtained by chance..."
"Okay, just one..." Lin San waved his hand: "There should be a lot of golden elixir stage demon elixirs,"
"There are more demon pills in the golden elixir stage, probably more than three hundred," the mustache nodded.
Lin San's eyes lit up: "I want them all,"
"You want them all." The mustache looked Lin San up and down: "I don't know why you bought so many demon pills."
"I have my own uses, so hurry up and get the demon elixir, including the Nascent Soul stage demon elixir," Lin San said impatiently.
The mustache frowned, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes. A small early-stage Golden Elixir cultivator actually dared to be rude to me. Humph, if it weren't for the fact that you are a customer, I would definitely want you to look good.
"What are you still doing? Go and get the demon elixir." Lin San's face suddenly darkened when he saw the mustache standing still.
"Wait a minute, fellow Taoist, I'll get it right away," the mustache turned and walked into the counter. After groping in the corner of the counter for a while, he took out two boxes, one large and one small, one red and one black.
Lin San couldn't help but scan the two boxes with his consciousness: "Hey, these two boxes can actually block my consciousness,"
The mustered man chuckled: "These two boxes are made of high-quality purple nanmu. Purple nanmu can naturally block the spiritual consciousness of cultivators." As he spoke, the mustered man put the two boxes on the table and gently After tapping lightly, the two box lids were easily opened, and a pungent fishy smell suddenly filled the air. The big box contained a bunch of colorful demon pills, which were quite large. There were many in the small box. There is a blue demon pill. This blue demon pill is larger, as big as two fists.
Lin San picked up the blue demon elixir in the small box and examined it carefully: "Yes, it is indeed the elixir of the Nascent Soul stage demon beast." Lin San put down the blue demon elixir and examined the elixir in the big box. There are a pile of demon pills, a total of three hundred and one, all of which are golden elixir stage demon pills.
"Bah bang," Hu Zihu casually closed the two box lids and smiled slightly: "The goods are not bad,"
Lin San nodded: "Yes, let's make a price."
BaZiHu thought for a moment: "Our shop spent a lot of time and effort collecting these demon pills, especially when we collected the Nascent Soul stage demon pill, our shop even lost two of its subordinates..."
"It's no use talking anymore, just make an offer," Lin San raised his hand to interrupt his mustache.
The mustache stretched out his hand and gently touched the two boxes: "One price, 20,000 high-level spiritual stones,"
"What," Lin San bared his teeth: "There are more than 300 demon pills in total, and you are asking for 20,000 high-level spiritual stones. This is too outrageous,"
"It's not outrageous. As I said just now, our store really paid a lot of money when collecting these demon pills..." the mustache said seriously.
"I want ten thousand high-level spiritual stones," Lin San said, cutting off half of the price.
"Eighteen thousand," the mustache said.
"Twelve thousand,"
"Fifteen thousand, one less spiritual stone, I won't sell it,"
Lin San gritted his teeth: "Okay, just fifteen thousand," after saying that, Lin San stretched out his hand and an extra storage bag appeared on the table.
The mustache picked up the storage bag and took a look: "The number is just right, these demon pills are yours." After saying that, the mustache handed the two boxes containing the demon pills to Lin San.
Lin San took the two boxes and threw them into the storage ring. He glanced at his mustache and said, "Can you still get demon pills in the recent period?"
"It will probably take a few months to get another batch of demon pills," Ba Zi Hu said after thinking about it.
"That's it," Lin San turned around and left the shop.
Looking at Lin San's leaving figure, the corners of his moustache curled up slightly and he smiled, a very weird smile.
…
Tianshan Sect.
Chaotian Peak.
Ouyang Xue sat on the edge of the mountain peak, gently stroking the xylophone with both hands, and chanting "The Immortal Sword Asks for Love". Ever since Lin San left Chaotian Peak, Ouyang Xue felt extremely bored and could not calm down while meditating every day.
After the song ended, Ouyang Xue sighed softly: "What's wrong with me? Didn't I practice alone at Chaotian Peak before? I didn't feel uneasy..."
"Boom," a bell rang from the bottom of the mountain.
Ouyang Xue said calmly: "Come up and talk." Although Ouyang Xue's voice was not loud, it could be clearly heard down the mountain.
"Whoosh," Dong Hanxiang, dressed in white robes, flew up from the mountain and saluted Ouyang Xue respectfully: "See our ancestors,"
"What's the matter?" Ouyang Xue asked without looking back.
"I just received news that Junior Brother Guo Lin and others were attacked by the Ghost Cultivator Sect on their way to the Cultivation Alliance..." Dong Hanxiang said respectfully.
"Are they okay?" Ouyang Xue's face darkened.
Dong Hanxiang shook his head: "Fortunately, fellow Taoist Lin San... helped and drove away all the people from the Ghost Cultivator Sect. I heard that several Nascent Soul Stage monks from the Ghost Cultivator Sect died, but our Tianshan Sect also lost ten Several golden elixir level disciples,"
"Hmph, our Tianshan Sect will have to pay back the debt of the Ghost Cultivator Sect sooner or later," Ouyang Xue snorted coldly: "Where are Guo Lin and others now?"
"Now Guo Lin and others have arrived safely at the Cultivation Alliance," Dong Hanxiang replied hurriedly.
"Send a message to Guo Lin and ask him to take more precautions against the Ghost Cultivator Sect and try to avoid casualties among Tianshan Sect disciples," Ouyang Xue ordered in a deep voice.
"Yes," Dong Hanxiang responded, turned around and left Chaotian Peak.
Ouyang Xue stared at the mountains in the distance and whispered softly: "Ghost Cultivator Sect...Lin San..."