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Han Changlin then looked at some of the elixirs on sale.
The types of elixirs here are not inferior to those in Yandan Pavilion, but the price is slightly more expensive.
Han Changlin also browsed the various magic weapons on sale, but what surprised him was that the very ordinary magic weapons with basically no highlights were all worth more than 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones.
Several magic weapons with the attributes of Tiangang Earth Fire were sold for 30,000 to 400,000 low-grade spiritual stones. This price made Han Changlin secretly speechless.
However, the magic weapons here are some of the simplest and most basic magic weapons, which are slightly more powerful than spiritual weapons. For Jindan monks, they are nothing more than nothing.
After leaving Guanghan Trading Company, Han Changlin went to several large shops specializing in various elixirs, but found nothing.
Unconsciously, the sun was about to set. At this moment, Han Changlin's interest became a little dull. After a moment of reflection, he walked down the mountain.
"Fellow Taoist, please stay."
A slightly hoarse voice came from behind Han Changlin. Han Changlin turned around and saw an old man in his fifties standing a few feet behind him. His face was wrinkled and he looked senile.
However, this person's cultivation was a genuine late-stage foundation-building immortal cultivator. After sensing this person's cultivation, Han Changlin was slightly stunned and looked around to make sure there was no one else.
Han Changlin felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.
"Do you want to buy a rare elixir?"
Han Changlin heard this person's voice.
Han Changlin was shocked, but there was no expression on his face, and he looked at the old man calmly.
The old man's voice continued to ring in Han Changlin's ears:
"Fellow Taoist, please come with me. This is not the place to talk."
After saying that, the old man took the lead and headed down the mountain. Han Changlin looked at the old man's back with a hesitant expression on his face, but he still followed the old man's footsteps and headed down the mountain.
Han Changlin followed the old man and wandered around the Muyan Fairy City for two or three hours. Just when Han Changlin felt impatient, the old man finally stopped at the end of a secluded alley.
Seeing the gloomy look on Han Changlin's face, the old man showed an embarrassed smile, and the old man's voice came to Han Changlin's ears again:
"Fellow Taoist, don't be offended. If anyone knows that I have some rare elixirs in my hands, it will be extremely dangerous."
"This is not the place for detailed discussions. Fellow Taoist, please come with me."
After saying that, the old man opened the door of a nearby house and walked inside first.
Han Changlin hesitated for a moment, his mind was spinning. At this moment, he went through the surrounding environment in his mind, and then two faint golden star points flew out from his waist and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Han Changlin took a deep breath and walked into the house.
Passing through the wide courtyard of the house, Han Changlin followed the old man into the side room. After entering the room, Han Changlin saw the old man standing indoors, seemingly waiting for Han Changlin.
Seeing Han Changlin come in, the old man smiled slightly, pinched the magic formula in his hand, and shot out a stream of spiritual light in all directions. After a while of tea, a dark hole suddenly opened on the ground under the two people's feet.
Han Changlin's face showed a look of surprise. The dark cave entrance in front of him was not the entrance to the cave that had been dug out. It was actually the result of some secret technique, controlling the earth spiritual power, and performing some kind of teleportation method.
Of course, these methods are naturally inferior to those magical methods that move mountains and reclaim seas. For immortal cultivators, they are nothing more than minor techniques with limited power.
Han Changlin followed the old man into the cave entrance without hesitation. After falling dozens of feet, Han Changlin landed with his feet, and a corridor with a faint green light appeared in front of him.
The corridor here was man-made. Han Changlin followed the old man through the narrow corridor that was dozens of feet long and came to a secret room.
The secret room is very spacious, and there is a side room on both sides. The secret room is very clean and tidy, and it is relatively simple. There are only two futons placed in the center.
On one of the futons, a dignified woman of about thirty years old was sitting cross-legged.
The woman's hair was covered with black hair and was covered with a black net. She was wearing a set of light yellow robes. She had a rather serious look on her pretty face, and her whole body exuded a faint golden aura. She was obviously in good health. In the midst of cultivation.
As if sensing someone coming in, the woman let out a long sigh of relief and slowly opened her eyes.
Seeing that there was someone in the secret room, and he was also an immortal cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, Han Changlin suddenly became more vigilant, and the mana in his body slowly circulated. As long as the situation was not right, he would take action without hesitation.
"Fellow Taoist, don't be nervous. This is my wife. Her surname is Zhou, and her given name is Li. My surname is Feng, and her given name is Xiao."
After the old man finished speaking, his face blurred for a while, and the next moment, he turned into a strong man in his forties.
Seeing the change in the old man's appearance, Han Changlin did not show any strange expression on his face. He had already begun to practice the deformation technique. He had already recognized this man when Feng Yixiao called him on Tielushan Mountain. It is easy to pass.
This person's disguise skills were not very good, and in Han Changlin's eyes, there were many flaws.
"Don't be surprised, fellow Taoist, I had no choice but to change my appearance."
"What elixir do you two need?"
Han Changlin didn't care about these details. Besides, he was strangers to these two people, so he naturally had no intention of making friends with them.
Moreover, these two people definitely did not invite him here just to have a drink and talk, so Han Changlin asked straightforwardly.
"Although my husband and I don't have the elixir that fellow Taoists need, do we know where it can be found?"
After pondering for a moment, Feng Yixiao spoke.
Hearing this, Han Changlin's face darkened, his eyes flashed with cold light, and a spiritual light even appeared on his hands.
"Fellow Taoist, wait a minute."
Seeing Han Changlin's performance, Feng Yixiao couldn't help but smile bitterly and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him.
"You two don't want to tease me, do you? If you can't come up with an explanation that satisfies me, I won't be polite."
As Han Changlin's mind turned, two second-order soul-eating insects had arrived in the corridor outside.
As long as Han Changlin has a thought, the two second-level soul-eating insects will attack the two of them without hesitation.
Feng Yixiao waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of bitterness, and said:
"Fellow Taoist, can you please listen to what I have to say first?"
"Say it."
Han Changlin said calmly, but his vigilance did not relax at all.
"Fellow Taoist, have you ever heard of the Giant Dragon Sect?"
Hearing this, Han Changlin showed some doubts on his face. He had heard of the Giant Dragon Mountain Range, but he had never heard of the Giant Dragon Sect. Could it be a small sect that had recently risen?
Han Changlin is not a monk near the Dragon Mountains and is not familiar with things here.
Han Changlin didn't understand why Feng Yixiao mentioned such a small sect. Could it be that this giant dragon sect contained the precious elixir he needed? Even if it is true, is it possible that he can still come to kill him?
No matter how small the sect is, there must be at least a few Jindan monks to support it, right? How could someone of his own level be able to compete?
Seeing Han Changlin's expression, Feng Yixiao naturally understood what Han Changlin was thinking, and couldn't help laughing at himself, and then said
: "Tens of thousands of years ago, the Giant Dragon Sect was the only sect within hundreds of thousands of miles near the Wood Flame Immortal City, and with the power of one sect, it once controlled the resources of the entire Giant Dragon Mountain Range."
Feng Yixiao's words made Han Changlin stunned. He thought that the Giant Dragon Sect was just a small or medium-sized sect, but he never thought that it was actually a large sect.
But if there really is a sect like the Giant Dragon Sect, Han Changlin thinks that he shouldn't know anything about it, huh? Han Changlin suddenly grasped the key to the matter. When Feng Yixiao talked about the Dragon Sect, he talked about tens of thousands of years ago.
Could it be that this giant dragon sect has disappeared now?
