The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 522 522. Taking the Can
There was a little eagerness between Pei Xihe's brows, which made the old woman think a little bit, maybe she was a cultivator from some rich family, with a rich family, and she was curious about everything.

The kindling that the old woman took out was really rare and rare, but only three of the 37 pots were worthy of praise, and the other 34 pots were nothing more than ordinary animal fire or ground fire.

She knew that some gifted people could perceive the extraordinary aura exuding from the three treasures, and would definitely be attracted, and such cultivators were often born with extraordinary backgrounds and rich wealth, and she set up a stall here to slaughter them. fat sheep.

Pei Xihe didn't move immediately, and the old woman didn't urge her either.

The monks all pay attention to fate, and they must act when they feel a flash of inspiration.

At that moment, Pei Xihe felt that her heart was as clear as glass, the air around her was flowing, and the dark air was coming towards her, so she immediately made a move and chose a clay pot that was most suitable for her eyes.

The magic power in her palm lifted up the clay pot. The pot was dark brown, engraved with lotus patterns on the surface, and the aura-sealed runes shone with dim light, making it somewhat dark and introverted.

The old woman saw that she had chosen this clay pot, and there was no strange look in her eyes.

There is still a basic bottom line for doing business on your own. The runes on these 37 clay pots have sealed the breath inside, and even the old woman can't perceive the contents inside, and even messed up all of them. She won't say much about the three treasures.

The aura of the bottom of the pot dissipated, and it fell into the palm of Pei Xihe's right hand. The pot was not big, and she held it firmly.

"Not open here?"

asked the old woman.

Pei Xihe backhandedly put the pot into the Sun Moon Small Realm, and instead of answering the old woman's words, he asked, "If I open it here and find it's not what I want, can fellow daoists return it to me?" Can't the three magical artifacts work?"

The old woman smiled a little: "Of course it's impossible, then I wish fellow Taoists that this pot happens to be an extraordinary fire."

At this time, Pei Xihe's eyes were pure black, and looked a little dark, with a faint gleam visible, and said, "That is to thank fellow Taoist for your kind words, and I will leave."

She would like to continue to choose fire seeds, but the price is really expensive. For monks from the Xiaoqian world, most of the three magic weapons would not be worth their value.

Only the masters of Zhu Yin, Linghu Ming and others who were beheaded before were Mahayana, one of the people in power of the great forces, so they were able to give them many magic weapons.

Pei Xihe turned around and left, disappearing into the crowd, and the old woman also looked away, the black gauze hat swayed slightly in the wind, and the place returned to silence, after all, there were very few people who could draw lots with the three magic weapons.

Pei Xihe walked into the bustling crowd. Cultivators who have cultivated to their level seldom yell and sell. They are all spread out on a piece of animal skin, and all the things they want to exchange are laid on it, and then they make a trick to volley Sitting cross-legged, An Ran closed his eyes, with a posture of immortality.

And Pei Xihe walked to a stall again, where there were also six monks watching what the stall owner wanted to sell.

After a rough perception, she knew that four of the six cultivators were gods, and two were fusion bodies.

And the stall owner looked like a young man in his early twenties with a baby face, but the faint breath of life was not young. He might have lived for six to seven hundred years, but he was just pretending to be young with the technique of a monk to keep his face.

But its aura is deep and restrained, and it can be perceived that it should be at or above the level of fitness.

Seeing that seven monks, including Pei Xihe, were all interested in the goods he put out, he no longer crossed his legs in the air, but stood on the ground waiting for their selection.

The wide animal skin spread on the ground should belong to snake monsters, with dense black and purple patterns intertwined on it, and there are plain white, blue and crimson pill bottles placed on it.

The pill bottles of the three types of colors are divided into three areas, the number is different, the plain white is the most, but there are only a few bottles of crimson red, and the smell of the pills is also different, but she can't feel it very clearly.

In the open space around these elixir bottles, there are some precious medicinal materials randomly scattered.

It has been a long time since Pei Xihe entered the world of holy demon trials. During the period, there were many dangers, and the pills prepared before entering had been consumed a lot, and he just needed to replenish one or two.

She asked the stall owner.

"Fellow Daoist, I don't know how the elixir is sold here?"

The stall owner with a youthful baby face smiled, with two dimples, and said to Pei Xihe: "Daoist friend, you just came here, then I will tell you that the bottle of Su Bai Dan is a fifth grade." For the elixir, the dan qing color elixir bottle contains the fourth-grade elixir, and the six bottles of crimson red elixir contain the third-grade elixir."

"Each bottle contains three capsules. A fifth-grade elixir requires 30 top-grade spirit stones, a fourth-grade elixir costs 100 million, and a third-grade elixir costs 500 million. That can also be used as a deduction..."

"The elixir I sell here only depends on the grade and not the type of elixir. Those who want to buy it, and those who don't want to return it by themselves."

The young man said this with a baby face, with a smile that made people feel quite friendly. Before Pei Xihe could reply, a female cultivator in a green and green fairy dress with wide sleeves spoke. .

"Why are the pills you sell so expensive here? Isn't this time just sitting on the ground and raising the price?"

She has beautiful features, dressed in a green skirt, with the immortal air of a cultivator, but she frowned when she looked at the pill bottle placed on the ground.

The baby-faced young man's smile disappeared suddenly, he pulled his face down, and snorted: "This Taoist friend is rude, I said my medicine pill is worth this price, it is this price, if you want to buy it, buy it. Don’t buy and step aside.”

"This sale is also a matter of your choice. How to set the price is up to me. I set the price of the fairy crystal. It is also my business if it cannot be sold,"

"It should be noted that this place is not the Little Thousand World you were born in, but the Holy Demon Realm. If you really want pills, you might as well find those monsters to refine pills for you."

Pei Xihe's eyes dimmed, yes.

There is no complete civilization of cultivating immortals in the holy demon world here, and the creatures that turn into monsters also rely on the legacy of real demons to practice. How can they know the four skills of cultivating immortals, such as pills, talismans, formations, and refining weapons?

Most of the demon cultivators who broke into this world are brave and good at fighting, specializing in cultivation, and there are very few alchemists, so what if the price is low?
The alchemist may use medicinal materials worth ten high-grade spirit stones to refine a furnace of elixir. In this holy demon world, you have to buy ten thousand high-grade spirit stones, and you can't say no.

The nun in the green dress turned pale in an instant. She seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by a man in yellow shirt beside her.

(End of this chapter)