I am farming in the fairyland

Chapter 63 I would like to call it - Qiushui

Wherever they pass, everyone avoids.

Because the young man was so ugly that people couldn't take a second look, and he would give a big smile back to anyone who looked at him.

The gaping mouth was full of blood, and although the teeth were white, they looked uneven, which really irritated the eyes.

There are several monks in the market who have been exposed to the disguise technique, but they are lost in thought when they look at the back of the young man who is fooling around.

It is very likely that he used the disguise technique, and he suddenly took out more than 1000 bigu pills, what kind of terrifying number is this?

Even though Bigu Pill is the most common elixir in the cultivation world, it is absolutely impossible to refine so many in a short period of time.

The monk looked at the young man inquisitively, not knowing where he came from.

Shopping around?Or... did you refine it yourself?

It would take at least half a year to refine so many bigu pills with his mid-stage qi training, and he had to refine alchemy day and night, and it was impossible for him to put the cart before the horse for the sake of alchemy, and he didn't even care about cultivation what……

But if he bought it, he really didn't understand, and he didn't hear rumors that monks were buying bigu pills everywhere?

But it's hard to say, when he saw the monks around Fangshi who didn't want to look at his ugly face, but quietly looked at him with probing eyes.

He understood the purpose of the young man's disguise technique, and he had to cover it up, but he really couldn't appreciate the young man's disguise technique, and he had never seen such an ugly one. home...

At this time, there were only disciples wearing robes from the outer sect in Fangshi, so Liu Yixiang was not afraid of them poking at her secretly.

They just looked at her and didn't use their spiritual sense to walk around her body. She felt that the style of the Misty Sect is really good.

Ignoring the monks watching the excitement all around, he strode towards the spirit weapon booth.

There were a total of more than a dozen spiritual weapons on the booth, including guns, bows, swords, knives, and a green fan with tassels.

Liu Yixiang imagined the scene of the female cultivator fighting with a fan in her mind, she couldn't help but get excited all over, she really wanted to see the appearance of dancing around with a fan during the fight.

She put her eyes on the spirit sword she was thinking about, and at this moment, her eyes seemed to be glued to it, and she couldn't move it away.

……

There were two swords, and Liu Yixiang immediately fell in love with the three-foot-long sword. The dark blue sword body clearly reflected the dark golden lines, and on the hilt, there was an inch-long blue tassel fluttering.

The spirit sword opened its edge, and the blade was shining with cold light. She lightly touched the blade, and the spirit sword let out a soft moan, and his bony hand was cut by the blade, revealing bean-sized drops of blood.

"Don't! Oh! I said what's wrong with you..."

The stall owner was angry, anxious and annoyed, what if he couldn't afford it?But thinking about the rumors in the market, he felt a little relieved.

What's wrong with this ugly young man, he is so angry that the bladed spiritual weapon is very sharp, and he doesn't even know about it.The annoyance is why he didn't stop him just now, but let him touch it...

There are two ways to identify the owner of the spirit weapon in the cultivation world.

One is branded with spiritual consciousness, and the other is to recognize the master with a drop of blood.

The identification of the master with the brand of spiritual consciousness is not firm, as long as the other party's spiritual consciousness is higher than yours, you can easily erase the spiritual consciousness on the spiritual weapon and take it as your own.

Recognizing the owner with a drop of blood is a blood bond with the person. If others want to take away the spirit weapon, they can only kill the owner who has the blood bond with the spirit weapon first.

Liu Yixiang's storage bag is her divine sense imprint, because there are not many important things in it, and she puts all the important things in the system backpack.

In fact, Liu Yixiang was also frightened by the blood on her hand, she is a country bumpkin who has never seen a spirit weapon, how could she know that just touched the tip of the sword a little, and her fingers turned red.

She looked at the stall owner with apologetic eyes, still looking foolish, and asked: "How many spirit stones does this spirit sword cost, can I still buy it?"

The cultivator who sold the spirit weapon looked him up and down. Although there were rumors that he sold more than 1000 bigu pills, the rumors were just rumors. Who knew what the original thing was like?
Liu Yixiang couldn't understand what kind of eyes he had, what was it, afraid that she didn't have a spirit stone?

As long as it doesn't exceed ten middle-grade spirit stones, she can still afford it.

Since he was pretending to be a young boy, he naturally had to put on an appearance.

Liu Yixiang gave him a contemptuous look, with a look of disdain in her eyes, touched her waist with her big hand, and put the storage bag in front of his booth.

"I have plenty of spirit stones."

A touch of yellow hidden behind the crowd flashed thoughtfully in his eyes.

It will do the same thing next time, throwing out a storage bag of spirit stones, then pretending to be disdainful, and say: I have plenty of spirit stones.

This yellow is naturally rhubarb. It has seen Xiangxiang change from a cute and cute appearance to a particularly ugly one...

No, Xiangxiang is not ugly, it just changed from super cute to cute. At that time, it rolled its eyeballs, followed her quietly, and came here.

All the monks: Do you have any misunderstandings about cuteness?
Liu Yixiang was obsessed with the spirit sword, so she didn't notice a small tail attached to her back.

"This matter is indeed my fault, I just bought the spirit sword."

The cultivator who sold the spirit weapon looked slightly relaxed, "It's the same price, eight middle-grade spirit stones."

Liu Yixiang originally wanted to bargain with him, but thinking of the stupid thing she did just now, she couldn't help but stop thinking, and readily paid eight middle-grade spirit stones.

The monk's gloomy face finally burst into a smile, fortunately he thought the spirit weapon was lost, and he was still thinking about what he should do to replace the spirit stone of the spirit weapon.

I never thought that the young man had so many spirit stones. Although the process was a bit unpleasant, he was very happy when he got the spirit stones, and he couldn't help smiling like a flower.

Liu Yixiang: "..."

The gap doesn't need to be so big, as soon as she paid for the Lingshi, he immediately beamed with joy...

"By the way, does this spirit sword have a name?"

The monk smiled cheerfully, "No, do you want to give me one?"

Liu Yixiang looked at the dark blue sword again, and a name came to her mind.

She would like to call it Qiushui.

"The Autumn Water Sword."

The monk praised, "A good name matches a good sword, brother has vision!"

Liu Yixiang looked at the monk's wrinkled face with a smile, she somehow felt that as long as he was given the spirit stone, even a piece of shit would be able to boast a flower.

The young man ignored him and left Fangshi holding Qiushui.

Rhubarb, who was hidden from the crowd, also dispersed to the outside of Fangshi, it didn't forget Xiangxiang's appearance after disguise, if he passed, everyone would know that the boy was Liu Yixiang.

It can be regarded as empathetic, right?
Liu Yixiang walked out with the dispersed crowd, inadvertently glanced into the crowd, suddenly saw a fat figure, paused, pretended not to see it, and brushed past it.

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(End of this chapter)