Xianhong Road

Chapter 50 Goodbye Fairy Trail
(Updated early in the morning, rushing to the list to ask for votes)

"Yes." The old man surnamed Xu looked in awe, and raised his hand to signal for Yang Fan to go up.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, walked up the stairs slowly, and the restriction that existed here unexpectedly let him go automatically.

Although he understands that this is a public trading place, and "Xiuyu Pavilion" guarantees that there will be no murders and treasures, Yang Fan is still a little uneasy.

After all, what he was about to meet was a strong man he had never faced before.

Just as he was going upstairs anxiously, he suddenly felt a vague scent of flowers and plants, like the gentle breeze in the forest in the morning, or like the tinkling water in a clear spring and stream.

This is a familiar and friendly atmosphere, and Yang Fan's mind naturally appears the mysterious Yunxianzi's calm and refined fairy posture in the clouds and mists, her bright eyes are like water, the perfect outline under the white veil, the wisp of flowers and plants And the fragrant and fragrant breath, people will never forget it...

"Is it her?"

Yang Fan was slightly startled.

With a bit of surprise and unknown, Yang Fan finally reached the third floor of Yaowang Pavilion.

The layout on the third floor is more elegant, with some calligraphy and paintings on the walls, and a few rare flowers and plants planted on the table, exuding a faint fragrance, which makes people feel peaceful.

There are only three or five people on the huge third floor.

Sitting in the middle is an old man with snow-white hair and old age. This person has an aura of calmness and prestige. The spiritual pressure that descended on the second floor just now was obviously caused by this person.

The old man was hale and hearty, with piercing eyes, and the first sight fixed on Yang Fan's face.

"Do you have a good quality 500-year-old natural treasure?"

The old man glanced at Yang Fan, picked up a cup of tea leisurely, and tasted it lightly.

With such a casual glance from him, Yang Fan's body froze for a moment like a lightning strike.

At this moment, he seemed to feel that all the cover-ups on his body were seen through by the other party at a glance.

Moreover, Yang Fan couldn't see through the opponent's cultivation.

Not only that, he couldn't see through the four or five people on the third floor.

He took a quick glance and found that the other four people were sitting or walking, and there were some jade labels on the wall of the fourth floor, indicating the materials and panacea they represented.

Inadvertently, Yang Fan saw a slim and beautiful girl with bright eyes as quiet as water, wearing a veil, perfect outline and pretty figure, facing him sideways, like a quiet and beautiful landscape painting.

It's her!
Yang Fan's heart moved, but he didn't dare to look too much in front of the old man. He hurriedly glanced at the third floor, and quickly replied, "Returning to the senior, I have a 500-year-old white jade ginseng plant. Because of the purchase of medicinal materials, there are not enough spirit stones. Only this thing was used to replace part of the Lingshi."

"Oh?" The white-haired old man finished his tea and said calmly, "Take it out and have a look."

Yang Fan nodded, and opened the wooden box in his hand, revealing the white ginseng inside, and a fresh and pure aura overflowed.

This slight change made several people on the fourth floor of Yaowang Pavilion cast their gazes.

"500 years of heaven, material and earth treasures, not bad, but why did they appear in the hands of a monk in the mid-stage of Qi refining? Boy, what price do you want, how many spirit stones?"

One of them, a burly man with a dark face, said very heartily.

Yang Fan felt relieved, his cultivation in the mid-stage of Qi training had not been hidden from the few people present after all.

Fortunately, for the cultivators on the third floor, it doesn't matter whether he hides his cultivation or not.

Yang Fan was not discouraged. He could imagine that the monks here must be strong beyond the stage of concentrating.

The first floor of Yaowang Pavilion is the trading place for monks in the Qi refining period, the second floor is for the concentration period, and so on, the third floor is for the foundation building period.

Foundation period.

This is a level that Yang Fan has barely touched, and it is two levels higher than him.No matter how mysterious his skills are, with such a gap, it is indeed impossible to hide his cultivation.

Hearing this, the white-haired old man's expression sank, and he said, "This little brother's trading partner is obviously my 'Yao Wang Pavilion', so it's better for you, Daoist Cheng, not to intervene."

The black-faced monk surnamed Cheng said disapprovingly: "The transaction is free, whoever pays the highest price will be the boss."

"Hmph." The white-haired old man snorted softly, he really couldn't justify it in terms of reasoning.

"Okay, kid, let's make a price."

The black-faced monk surnamed Cheng said carelessly.

"This... This is the first time that this kind of natural treasure is sold, and the price is difficult to measure."

Yang Fan was a little embarrassed.

"I asked you to make an offer, and you just said, what are you tweaking?" Cheng surnamed said dissatisfied.

Yang Fan gritted his teeth and announced a number: "Seven hundred spirit stones, it cannot be lower than this number."

Because he has about [-] spirit stones in his hand, and that batch of medicinal materials needs [-] spirit stones, at least [-] spirit stones, to get together.

Seven hundred spirit stones?

The black-faced monk surnamed Cheng and the white-haired old man frowned.

"Boy, this price is a bit high. Under normal circumstances, 500-year-old white jade ginseng should sell for four to five hundred spirit stones. Even if it is of good quality, it is impossible to exceed six hundred spirit stones."

The black-faced man surnamed Cheng said frankly.

The white-haired old man nodded and said: "The price is indeed a bit high, no one will buy it."

Yang Fan thought for a while, took out the list of medicinal materials, and said to the white-haired old man: "I came out this time to purchase the medicinal materials on this list for Master. This white jade ginseng, plus three hundred spirit stones, is already The limit I can pay."

The white-haired old man took the list of medicinal materials and began to check.

Yang Fan said: "The dragon fruit and thousand-leaf flower among them, the younger generation can no longer afford to buy them. Add up the remaining materials and make an agreement with Senior Xu below, a total of one thousand spirit stones."

After a while, the white-haired old man muttered, "It's about a thousand spirit stones. I wonder which pharmacist or alchemist your master is?"

Yang Fan looked calm, and replied: "I am just a few disciples of the master. He is a pharmacist with extraordinary medical skills. He hides from the world and doesn't let me mention his name."

"Oh?" The white-haired old man obviously became interested in the master Yang Fan mentioned, and said, "But you only have three hundred spirit stones and a white jade ginseng in your hand, which is not enough for the price of one thousand spirit stones."

Yang Fan frowned slightly, and thought to himself: "I still have some elixir and some magic tools in my hand, especially the middle-grade Yunshen elixir that can hit the concentration stage. If I take out these things, it will definitely be enough."

However, Yang Fan was not willing to exchange all these things. He planned to go to the market outside to trade some elixir seeds.

"What items do fellow daoists have in their hands, such as panacea and magic weapons, can be traded."

The white-haired old man smiled and said that he was very eager for the white jade ginseng in Yang Fan's hand.

While Yang Fan was hesitating, a faint fresh air of flowers and plants lingered around him.

"Can Yaoshi Yang show the white jade ginseng in his hand to my little girl?"

The sound of nature, as soft as drizzle, lifted the hearts of the people on the third floor of the Yaowang Pavilion.

Yang Fan looked back, and at some point, the mysterious Fairy Yun was standing beside him, with bright and quiet eyes, and when he met his eyes, there was a hint of playfulness.

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