I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 92 Three Drops (Please subscribe 35)

"Qiankun bag?"

After He Fangwei was stunned for a moment, he immediately reacted and his eyes widened.

"Qiankun Bag, do you have a Qiankun Bag on you?"

No wonder he was surprised. Even ordinary monks in the foundation building stage may not have a Qiankun bag. This is a storage device, but it is also a symbol of status.

Generally, only those in the late Foundation Establishment Stage or the Golden Core Stage will have a Universe Bag.

Seeing Han Yi nod, He Fangwei's view of Han Yi was refreshed again.

"Fellow Taoist, do you want to sell the Qiankun Bag?"

He asked again uncertainly.

Han Yi nodded silently, and then took out the Qiankun bag.

Before coming to Chiyangfang City, he had taken out the purple jade box containing the Blood Bone Spirit Flower from the Qiankun Bag and put it into his storage bag.

He Fangwei caught the Qiankun bag with both hands and carefully appraised it.

After a moment, he nodded affirmatively: "It is indeed a Qiankun bag. Although the space inside is not large and it belongs to the lowest Qiankun bag, it is still a Qiankun bag."

"Tsk, tsk, there are really a lot of treasures on my fellow Taoist."

Han Yi's expression remained unchanged: "Shopkeeper He, please estimate the price."

He Fangwei did not immediately make an assessment, but stood up again: "Wait a moment, fellow Taoist, I have to ask for instructions."

After saying that, he walked out of the quiet room just like before.

After a cup of tea, I came back again.

"Fellow Taoist, this Universe Bag of yours is intended to replace the four extremely yang spiritual objects that you just took out, right?"

Han Yi nodded, this was his purpose, otherwise why would he take out the Qiankun Bag.

"Since it is a replacement, it is equivalent to selling one and buying one."

"Since Fellow Daoist has been here so many times, he trusts Jiulong Shop. For this transaction, my master has said that he can give Fellow Daoist the maximum discount."

"I just heard what fellow Taoist said, maybe I am interested in pure Yang spirit liquid. I have a good eye. Pure Yang spirit liquid is the most expensive among these spiritual objects, and it has the best compatibility. When refining elixirs, there are the fewest accidents. , much loved.”

Having said this, He Fangwei's face straightened.

"Then, if fellow Taoist chooses to exchange for Pure Yang Spiritual Liquid, you can exchange it for three drops of Spiritual Liquid."

He Fangwei made a three sign.

"This is already the biggest discount. This business is treated as a favor from a Kowloon store, and even the handling fee is compensated, just to maintain the trust relationship with fellow Taoists."

"Look, what do you think?"

Han Yi didn't believe even a single punctuation mark when He Fangwei said, "I lost the handling fee." He heard the words "I didn't make any money at all" from He Fangwei at least four times.

But he did not show such an expression of disbelief. Instead, his face lit up and he said sincerely: "Then I have to thank Shopkeeper He and the owner of your shop."

We are all old foxes. We can still be friends without exposing each other. If we expose each other, we will be slapped in the face. How can we do future transactions?

Han Yi didn't want to find another store to do business, and it was not easy to establish trust between the two parties.

Seeing Han Yi nod, the deal was concluded, and He Fangwei's face couldn't help but be happy.

"The Qiankun Bag, this is the Qiankun Bag, Taoist friend is willing to take it out, it's really, really..."

He Fangwei found it difficult to choose the right words to describe it.

Han Yi's heart suddenly moved: "Shopkeeper He, why do you think the Qiankun Bag is so valuable?"

He Fangwei was not afraid of Han Yi's retort, holding the small Qiankun bag with light flashing in his eyes.

"Fellow Taoist, you don't know something right now."

"The so-called Qiankun bag is a bag with Qiankun inside. The reason why it is so valuable is not because it is large enough, but because it involves another more valuable thing."

"Another more valuable thing?" Han Yi wondered.

"Yes, that is, a magic weapon."

Speaking of the word 'magic weapon', He Fangweixin felt emotional.

"That's a magic weapon."

"Although there is only one word difference between a magic weapon and a magic weapon, their power is as powerful as a bright sun is to an ant."

"Generally strong men in the foundation building stage, even the golden elixir stage, and even some great monks in the early Nascent Soul stage, all use magic weapons."

"The reason why the magic weapon is related to the Qiankun Bag is because the storage conditions of the magic weapon are relatively harsh. It is not impossible to use a storage bag to store it. If it is short-term, it will be fine, but in the long run, it will cause harm to the magic weapon. Damage, or even regressing its power."

"And if you use a Qiankun bag to store it, you won't have this problem."

"Fellow Taoist, you don't need to ask why. This old man doesn't know. Maybe only the foundation-building monks who have magic weapons understand the reason."

After He Fangwei finished speaking, although Han Yi still had some doubts on his face, he still had a preliminary understanding of the connection between the magic weapon and the Qiankun Bag. He would naturally have the opportunity to understand the deeper reasons when he reached the foundation building stage.

After a while.

Han Yi walked out of the Kowloon store, with unbearable excitement hidden on his calm face.

Even because the things on his body were too important and related to his immortality, his eyes were extremely vigilant.

After leaving Chiyangfang City, as soon as they reached Qinglong Peak, they met a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was dressed in white and stood on the most precipitous edge of Qinglong Peak. This place was not the Qinglong Cliff where you could view the sea of ​​clouds, but just a protruding steep rock.

A few dozen meters away, Han Yi noticed his eyes falling on him.

The consciousness in this look was obvious, he was here, waiting for me.

Although Han Yi was in a hurry to return to the courtyard, he quickly used the extremely yang spiritual object to refine the blood and bone spirit flower, and took it to transform his bones.

But at this moment, he still stepped forward respectfully.

Because this middle-aged man is Yuan Shun, the leader of Xuandan Sect whom he met more than three years ago.

"I have never encountered any spies from the Blood God Sect, nor have I reported them. I even followed the rules within the sect. I don't know why Sect Master Yuan is looking for me."

"I just went to the Ten Thousand Demons Mountains recently, but I didn't do anything extraordinary."

"No, I actually killed several monks from the Blood God Sect. Was Yuan Shun present at the scene?"

"By the way, and just now, I sold the Qiankun Bag and bought Pure Yang Spiritual Liquid. Is this what caught his attention? Did it come so fast?"

At this moment, many thoughts and conjectures flashed through Han Yi's mind.

But it was not reflected in his face.

He stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Disciple Han Yi, pay homage to the sect master."

Yuan Shun stood on top of the steep rocks. He was dressed in white. He was not bulging due to the steep mountain. On the contrary, the space around him was calm and without any disturbance.

"On the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range, Han Xuxiao is chasing you, right?"

Yuan Shun looked at Han Yi and said, his eyes fell on the Yingying Sword at Han Yi's waist, and a glimmer of light flashed.

Han Yi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be this.

"Disciple also thinks so." Han Yi did not deny it.

"You can be chased by Han Xuxiao, and you also happen to escape. Should I say you are lucky, or that you are not weak?"

This time, what Yuan Shun said was a question.