I live forever in the realm of comprehension

Chapter 138 The Fat Sheep
A murderer who can easily kill two monks in the middle stage of Qi training must be at least in the late stage of Qi training, right?

Moreover, he is still a senior monk in the late stage of Qi training.

Since He Song can easily kill two mid-qi training monks.

Then, killing him is also a piece of cake.

Facing such a murderer who could easily take his own life, even if the stall owner had a backer behind him, he still felt tremendous pressure at this moment.

Under He Song's gaze.

The stall owner swallowed, and then began to check with a serious expression.

Check the storage bag.

Pick up the magic weapon to check the color.

Open the jade bottle to check the pill.

Flip through the sundries and calculate the price.

After a while, wait until all prices are calculated.

The stall owner was sweating on his forehead, and there was already a tinge of fear in his eyes when he looked at He Song.

These things, at first glance, belonged to the relics of two mid-stage Qi training monks, and at the same time, they were the kind of wealth that only mid-stage Qi training monks who were not weak could have.

And now.

But it all fell into He Song's hands.

It is conceivable what happened in this.

Faced with such a murderous person, the stall owner was afraid that if his price was lowered, he would bring himself a disaster of death.

But He Song has already looked at himself, even if he doesn't want to, he still has to speak.

"This senior has a total of eight hundred spirit stones. I don't know what the senior wants."

There was a trembling sound in the words, and the stall owner was ready to raise the price at any time.

He just wants to save his own life now.

Four storage bags, you can get 400 yuan of spirit stones with normal shots.

With four low-grade artifacts, you can get four hundred spirit stones with normal shots.

The pills, all kinds of talismans, and other miscellaneous items that Chen Zhong prepared in advance should be worth a lot.

However, since the stolen goods are being sold here, the price will naturally be discounted.

According to He Song's own calculation, these things can be exchanged for 700 yuan of spirit stones, which is quite good.

Unexpectedly, there was a surprise.

There was an extra 100 yuan of spirit stones for no reason, and He Song's eyes suddenly flashed a hint of satisfaction.

Feeling that there is no problem with the price, He Song also nodded and agreed to the transaction.

Seeing this, the stall owner was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly gave He Song the spirit stone.

After the money and goods were cleared, He Song also left the small teahouse and quickly headed towards the inn in Wanhuaxianfang.

Last time.

When he was in Lingtu Fairy, He Song left from the inn.

That time, his departure didn't alarm anyone, nor was anyone following him.

From his departure to his return to Zhushan Xianfang, no one appeared to intercept him.

Therefore, leaving Wanhua Xianfang in the same way again became He Song's first choice.

He Song went to the inn.

But outside the small teahouse.

The stall owner who took He Song's things is now in trouble.

"Stop, what did the person you traded with just now sell?"

Just as the stall owner put away the things he received from He Song, he had already left the small tea house and headed for his stronghold.

A figure in black robe stopped him.

Immediately, a breath of a monk in the late stage of Qi training appeared.

Although it was only for a short moment, it also caused the stall owner's complexion to change suddenly.

In this small Ten Thousand Flowers Fairy Square.

A monk in the late stage of Qi training is not a Chinese cabbage.

Even he, the black market stall owner, is only at the sixth level of Qi training.

Even if he has a backer behind him, it is still a question whether the backer will make a move for him in a small role.

"This senior, what that senior has sold is all here. If you want it, you can honor it as a junior."

In just one stick of incense, he met two monks in the late stage of Qi training in a row, and the stall owner only felt that he had a bad luck today.

In order to survive, he could only reluctantly pass all the things in his hands to the black robed man in front of him, hoping to escape.

At the same time, he quietly observed the man in black in front of him.

In my heart, a bold idea appeared.

Could it be that after that person sold something to himself, he wanted to take it back?

Really free prostitution?
But soon, he dismissed this idea.

The man in black robe in front of him has a different figure from the He Song he traded with before.

Even though they were dressed in the same black robe, they were still different.

On the side, the figure in black robe heard the words, and immediately took the package from the stall owner's hand without any politeness.

This person is Fang He, the deacon of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion under the jurisdiction of Wanhua Xianfang.

After He Song left the Lingyao Pavilion, Fang He followed He Song all the way to this place.

I happened to see the process of He Song's transaction with the stall owner in front of him.

Puzzled, he stopped the stall owner, wanting to see what exactly He Song was selling.

However, when he saw the contents of the package clearly.

Fang He's complexion suddenly changed.

in the package.

Four storage bags.

Four instruments.

There are also some pills and magic symbols.

and some other miscellaneous items.

So many, and messy things, all indicate that these things are all stolen goods.

As for the origin, maybe it was searched from people like himself who had their eyes on him?

For a while, cold sweat gradually broke out on Fang He's forehead.

I thought I was eyeing a fat sheep.

Unexpectedly, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Looking at these things that He Song casually shot, he could tell that He Song must not be weak.

Moreover, if it is really a fat sheep, how would it know the existence of the black market in Xianfang?

If it is really a fat sheep, how can it be possible to cultivate to the late stage of Qi training with the body of a casual cultivator.

If it is a fat sheep.
Too many thoughts flashed through his mind, Fang He only felt a moment of fear in his heart.

If he hadn't been careful, he stopped this person on purpose, wanting to check what He Song had shot.

I'm afraid I have already followed up at this moment, wanting to intercept and kill He Song?

By then.

With He Song's behavior of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, he is likely to capsize in the gutter, and all his wealth will be sent to He Song.

Thinking of that scene, Fang He only felt a cold air descending from the sky, pouring a chill on his heart from head to toe.

In an instant, he felt himself awake, and the greed in his heart completely disappeared at this moment.

Instead, there was only deep fear.

How could an ordinary person be able to take out so much Lingmi at will.

Lingmi worth 1 yuan of Lingshi.

How could such a large amount be obtained by an ordinary monk.

These Lingmi, could it be that the other party scavenged them from the monks after they killed each other?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he just felt that he had seen through everything.

If it wasn't for him to be more careful.
"get out."

Leaving a word, Fang He, with deep fear, disappeared in place almost in an instant like the wind under his feet.

disappeared with it.

There is also a package that the stall owner bought from He Song for 800 yuan in spirit stones.

in situ.

After spending [-] spirit stones to buy a lonely stall owner, I just feel that I am really unlucky today.

However, the two people who made him suffer were all monks in the late stage of Qi training. Although he wanted to kill them quickly, but his strength was not good, he could only endure it, gritted his teeth and swallowed.

Looking around, seeing that no one stopped him, the figure of the stall owner also went away.

But look at his staggering appearance.

His mood does not seem to be beautiful.

In this line of work, there are enough benefits, but there are also enough risks.

Black market, black market.

It is not uncommon to see black people eating black people.

But at this moment, He Song, who was already in the inn, didn't know what happened after he left.

In the inn room, He Song activated the formation to hide his breath.

Then the black robe was burned.

Then flush himself and the storage bag with spiritual power.

Make sure that there will be no residual marks on your body, and you will not be tracked.

After doing all this, he changed into a new black robe.

Then, he escaped into the ground and quickly left Wanhua Xianfang.

Being underground, walking all the way.

His figure quickly left Wanhua Xianfang and headed for the distance without anyone noticing.

He Song didn't know at all that his behavior of selling stolen goods at random scared away a late-stage Qi training monk who was eyeing him.

but.

After hundreds of miles away from Wanhua Xianfang and seeing that no one was chasing him, He Song turned another corner, instead of going back to Houtu Sect, he headed towards the location of Zhushan Xianfang instead.

(End of this chapter)