Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 241

If you want to buy a waste elixir, does this person have any special means to turn waste elixirs into treasures?
Thinking of this possibility, Fang Qingyuan looked at this person carefully and saw that this person had a chubby figure, round facial features, and small blurry eyes. His cultivation was in the late stage of Qi refining, but he had not yet entered the realm of perfection.

It doesn't look like a protagonist template.

Being looked at by Fang Qingyuan, this person quickly explained:

"Senior, don't get me wrong, I want to buy some Blood Qi Pills and Waste Pills purely to catch sea beasts and use them as bait.

Originally, blood energy pills were the best bait, but the price was too high, so they had to use waste pills instead. "

After hearing this explanation, Fang Qingyuan was a little disappointed, but he then asked:

"Fishing for sea beasts. The waste pill is poisonous. Can sea beasts eat it?"

Fang Qingyuan himself had tasted the waste elixir that had just been refined. According to his cultivation and body, he had a rejection reaction. If the sea beast ate it, would his body still be usable?
"It can be eaten, but the sea beasts are stupid. Although the waste elixir is not as useful as the good elixir, it can still deceive some stupid and greedy sea beasts. Moreover, the erysipelas in the blood and energy waste elixir is very strong for monks, but it can be used for people weighing tens of thousands of kilograms." For sea beasts, the effect is much worse.”

The Qi Refining cultivator in front of him was talking eloquently, and it was obvious that he had done this kind of thing with this Blood Qi Waste Pill.

When Fang Qingyuan saw this, he felt something in his heart. He couldn't sell the Blood Qi Pill for a long time. Maybe he was in the wrong direction. The Blood Qi Pill was not a high-end pill and there was no shortage of it in the market.

But looking at the needs of the Qi Refining monks in front of them, the bait for fishing for sea beasts is relatively lacking in emotions.

Then Fang Qingyuan got interested. He had been selling the Blood Energy Pill for most of the day, but not a single bottle was sold. If the idea in his mind was feasible, it wouldn't be long before he sold it.

At that moment, Xia Qingyuan closed the stall and said to the monk in front of him:
"Jia Changqing, a poor Taoist, would like to ask fellow Taoist to find an elegant place to chat. I wonder if you are willing."

Being called a Taoist friend by Fang Qingyuan, the foundation-building monk, the Qi-refining monk's bones felt two ounces lighter, and he quickly said:
"I dare not bear the term fellow Taoist. You are a senior. If you don't mind, Wan San would like to hold a banquet and invite senior to the 'Chunhua House'."

Chunhua Tower is a place of fireworks, and the female cultivators there are very seductive. Fang Qingyuan only heard about it and never had time to go there.

This place is outside the core area and not far from Fang Qingyuan's rented mansion. Fang Qingyuan is also relieved about this place.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey. My fellow Taoists, please lead the way."

Wan Sancai looked overjoyed. Being able to meet a foundation-building alchemy master was also a valuable connection for a late-stage Qi-refining monk like him. In comparison, the hundreds of spiritual stones he spent to go to Chunhua Tower were just as valuable. Nothing.

"Senior Jia, please come here. I have booked a private room. I will be accompanied by a few female cultivators later. If Senior Jia likes it, let them stay and serve you. If they don't like it, I will change it for you." One batch.”

Wan Sancai led the way, greeting several beautiful female cultivators around him from time to time. It seemed that he came to this place frequently.

Fang Qingyuan followed Wan Sancai with a smile on his face, but the telepathy in his heart was always fully activated.

'Two of the five foundation-building monks are in the late stage of foundation-building, but judging from their energy, they are just ordinary characters. '

Fang Qingyuan first went through the foundation-building combat power in Chunhua Tower in his mind, so that he knew it well.

Now Fang Qingyuan is not afraid when facing the monks in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. The mana in the body of the monks in the late stage of Foundation Establishment is more than double that of the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. Coupled with the spiritual consciousness that is more powerful than that in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, there will be no difference between the two. Surprisingly, those in the middle stage of foundation building are generally no match for monks in the late stage of foundation building.

But this situation does not apply to the disciples of the big sect.

There is no need for Huo Hu to give an example to bully others. Take Qu Jianyan, who Fang Qingyuan had fought against before. This core disciple of the Southern Xinjiang Beast Control Sect, to the outside world, was someone who could easily defeat ordinary people in the late stage of foundation building in a one-on-one fight.

The disciples of the great sect have such strong backgrounds that fighting enemies across realms is their basic operation.

At present, in Chunhua Tower, Fang Qingyuan does not have the energy to be like a monk from a big school.

Therefore, there is no existence here that can threaten his life.

After learning this situation, Fang Qingyuan immediately relaxed. He followed Wan Sancai to a private room on the third floor, sat down with peace of mind, and waited for the next step.The private room is not small, measuring forty or fifty square meters. The door is blocked by a screen with a fairy benevolence picture. Behind Fang Qingyuan, there is a large floor-to-ceiling sliding window.

After taking a few glances at the picture of the fairy giving grace, Fang Qingyuan felt that it was quite charming. This picture showed the fairy's sacred aura vividly, without much charm.

The painting skills are first-rate, and the taste is even higher, without looking vulgar at all.

After a while, some delicacies made with spiritual materials were served. Fang Qingyuan glanced at them, mostly seafood.

The dishes were served, and behind the screen came a group of female cultivators who were in the early stages of Qi refining. They were all in their twenties and eight years, with fair skin and beautiful looks.

Wan Sancai sat aside and flattered Fang Qingyuan:

"These Qinghuang people are all extremely talented. Are any of them worthy of Senior Jia's attention?"

Fang Qingyuan looked at the Yingying Yanyan in front of him, nodded, and said seriously:

"My monks have high aspirations. Although the beauty of the woman in front of you is good, you should not indulge in it. If it only delays your practice, it will not be beautiful."

Hearing Fang Qingyuan's words, Wan Sancai's smile froze. He didn't expect that Fang Qingyuan was such a Taoist gentleman. In this way, it would be difficult to get closer.

Seeing Wan Sancai's expression, Fang Qingyuan changed his voice:
"However, although food and sex are the main enemies of monks of our generation who aspire to the great path, Jia believes that in the face of this shortcoming, monks of our generation must face the difficulties and face them bravely, so I think It challenges my heart to pursue the Tao, so I want all of these female cultivators."

Seeing Fang Qingyuan's appetite, Wan Sancai was shocked, he turned out to be a prude.

But if you want them all, my spiritual stones will bleed profusely.

Wan Sancai's heart was bleeding, but the smile on his face remained unchanged. As the group of female cultivators gathered around Fang Qingyuan, Fang Qingyuan also looked happy and unwilling to miss Shu.

Surrounded by many light-bodied girls, Fang Qingyuan's beauty and soul inspired him, but he knew very well in his heart that this was just his disguise.

If Fang Qingyuan doesn't act like a woman, then Jia Changqing will become a lecher. In this way, he can try to avoid people seeing the connection between the two.

"What are your names? Let me hear them."

Fang Qingyuan looked kind, but his hands were not very honest.

"My name is Zingyun, her name is Keqing, and these are Ganyu, Xiangling, Qingque, Hutao, and Sushang."

There were seven women in total, all clinging to Fang Qingyuan, while Wan Sancai next to him wisely stayed far away.

"They are all good names. The clouds are still and the sky is clear, and the sweet rain is moistening the fragrant bells. I just want to recite a poem about this situation."

Wan Sancai's eyes lit up, and he praised at the right time:

"Senior Jia, please recite it. If this poem is approved by all the sisters, maybe today's spiritual stone fee will be waived."

Only then did Wan San make up his mind. No matter what nonsense poems Fang Qingyuan came up with later, he would praise them as the Immortals of Poetry.

Fang Qingyuan looked at the expectant eyes of the seven women, stood up, smiled evilly and slowly said what he was thinking:
“One moment the clouds stop and the next it clears, and the next moment the sweet rain moistens the fragrant bells.

Holding walnuts in hand to tease the green bird, wearing plain clothes and undressing until dawn. "

　I'm joking, please forgive me for smiling.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)