The disciples of the Danwang Sect have always had a good reputation abroad.
These alchemists need to cooperate with others for a long time, and they also need credibility. Li Yang can be shameless in front of outsiders, but Fang Yizhou and the Alchemy King Sect cannot.
Since the image stone recorded this sentence and it was seen by others, he must carry it out.
The man was holding back his anger again and took out two bottles of spirit-gathering pills from the mustard bag and threw them into Li Yang's hands.
Li Yang accepted it with a smile without checking.
Just as Fang Yizhou was about to leave, he heard her hawking: "Take a look. The Spirit Gathering Pill, which is personally refined by Fang Yizhou, the chief disciple of the Dan King Sect, only costs a thousand spirit stones. If you buy it, you will earn it. Come and buy it, everyone, it’s first come, first served.”
"Li Yang!" Fang Yizhou's voice was filled with disbelief: "You want to sell the pill I gave you?"
Alchemy repairs are rare, and elixirs are even more rare. Things like the Spirit Gathering Pill, which have always been priceless and unmarketable, cannot be bought by anyone who wants to buy them. She got two bottles in one go, and then sold them directly?
Li Yang said confidently: "You also said it was for me, so what happens if I sell it?"
He sneered: "Are you crazy about being poor?"
Li Yang ignored his ridicule and even introduced the elixir to people around him in a friendly way: "This is the elixir refined by Fang Yizhou. Everyone knows that he is the chief of the Alchemy King Sect, the Divine Phoenix Alchemy Body, and the most talented. Dan Xiu, don’t you still believe in his reputation? The quality of these two bottles of spirit-gathering pills is at least of the highest quality. If you can’t buy a thousand spirit stones, you will suffer a loss and you won’t be fooled.”
Fang Yizhou's eyelids twitched.
It wasn't until this moment that he understood what Li Yang meant.
This person was doubting the quality of his elixir and felt that what he gave her was not good, so he proposed to sell it to others.
Let other casual cultivators buy it, and let others know that what Fang Yizhou made was low-quality, low-grade spirit-gathering pills.
It's unreasonable to not believe him.
Fang Yizhou's face turned red with anger. He stepped forward and snatched Li Yang's Spirit Gathering Pill, replaced it with two bottles of good ones, and yelled at her: "I took the wrong one."
She smiled even more happily: "Thank you, boss!"
Fang Yizhou's words were stagnant, like a fist hitting cotton. He felt that he was almost out of breath and lacked oxygen. He stopped talking and led the other disciples of the Danwang Sect away with a cold face.
Before leaving, Feng Yao looked back at Li Yang, her eyes full of dissatisfaction and accusation.
She was chased by snakes and rats in the Medicine Stone Secret Realm, and was scolded by her senior brother. She remembered this grudge.
Feng Yao had been favored since she was a child, and no one had ever hit her so repeatedly. She felt very uncomfortable.
It even felt like Li Yang was working against her.
But in fact, Li Yang was working against every disciple of the Alchemy King Sect.
The quality of the pills given by Fang Yizhou this time was definitely of the highest quality, so she naturally refused to sell them. She gave them all to Zhuang Churan and shook her hand: "Second Senior Sister, let's go back!"
Zhuang Churan frowned, and while following her, he began to mutter: "Your level is already low, so you should absorb more spiritual power..."
"Do not worry!"
The girl seemed to be in a good mood, humming: "I have my own way to improve."
"If you don't want the Spirit Gathering Pill, I will sell it."
Two large bottles of elixirs can be sold for at least 20,000 spirit stones.
Zhuang Churan pursed his lips: "Then I'll buy it and give you the spirit stone."
Li Yang made a gesture: "We got it together, half for each person. Just give me 10,000 spirit stones." If you have money, you can't give it up.
When it comes to spiritual stones, the eyes of little money fans are bright.
Zhuang Churan couldn't help but find it funny, Lingshi Kali transferred 20,000 Lingshi to Li Yang.
Li Yangshun took a look at the balance in her card.
Li Yang: ‧˚₊*̥(∗︎*⁰͈꒨⁰͈)‧˚₊*̥
Damn it, didn’t you say that all swordsmen cultivators are poor?
Second Senior Sister's series of numbers is longer than her lifeline.
Li Yang was so frightened that he quickly hugged Zhuang Churan's arm: "Second senior sister, Tie Tie."
She curled her lips.
The next second, she looked down at the card, and the curve of her lips smoothed out little by little.
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After returning, Li Yang spent the rest of the time in the courtyard except for taking the basic courses of Yufeng Sect.
The girl freed up the small room on the east side and made a simple kitchen for cooking and cooking.
The things in the space can be kept fresh and warm, so she simply made some more delicious food and saved them for later eating.
She even bought a lot of lunch boxes in advance.
Ever since, the residential area of Yufeng Sect has been emitting various fragrances almost every day these days.
The mountain where the school is located is the highest mountain of Yufeng Sect. The rest of the sect stood in a row outside, looking at the smoke curling from the kitchen.
Bai Yu couldn't help but sigh: "Junior sister has been cooking fifteen meals in three days. Is she reincarnated as a starving ghost?"
Ning Shiyan put his head in his hands and looked at it eagerly: "It smells so good..."
Li Yang's cooking skills have always been good.
With just one pot and several dishes, she can make more than a dozen variations.
Bai Yu patted him: "Junior brother, just take a look at the things made by junior sister, but don't even think about eating them."
Not everyone can eat monster meat.
No, it should be said that except for Li Yang, everyone else couldn't bear it.
"But……"
Ning Shiyan tilted his head: "Second Senior Sister has already brought her own bowls and chopsticks in."
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Bai Yu lowered her eyes and continued to watch. Zhuang Churan entered Li Yang's yard at some point and helped her serve food.
Bai Yu nodded her chin: "Little Junior Sister has been here only a short time, why does Second Senior Sister like to play with her so much?"
And it was really just for fun. Zhuang Churan didn't pick a fight with Li Yang, but went to Li Yang's place all day long just like teasing a child.
This made the boy who was also a sword cultivator and had been beaten by his senior sister feel incredible and even a little angry.
The junior sister who co-wrote is a treasure, but the junior brother is just a piece of shit?
Bai Yu pulled Ning Shiyan and stepped on the Qingfeng Sword: "Let's go, little junior brother, let's go have a meal too."
The fearful young man was about to refuse, but Bai Yu moved very quickly and flew away in a flash.
By the time Lou Qi came to his senses, the junior brothers around him had already abandoned him and joined the other side's camp.
Xu Siqing asked: "Aren't you going to go?"
Lou Qi shook his head: "I don't fit in with others."
After returning from Siguo Cliff last time, the junior sister seemed really angry, and they didn't speak to each other in the past few days.
Xu Siqing rolled his eyes: "Li Yang doesn't seem to be someone who can handle minor matters. I tricked her into going to Yufeng Sect, and she didn't care about it. She probably forgot about your bad thing a long time ago. Don't think too much, you are from the same sect, and you will be teammates who can rely on each other in the future. Keep in touch when necessary. As a senior brother, you should try to be more gregarious."
While they were talking, Bai Yu and Ning Shiyan had already landed in Liyang's courtyard.
I don’t know what they were talking about, but the number of people serving rice became four.
Lou Qi frowned and even curled his fingers.
Xu Siqing said: "The illusion of the afterlife will open in half a month, and each sect will select disciples to go there. You should join in the fun and lead the team seriously."
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