Return to the Valley of the Wind, Cultivation Workshop.
Middle area, outside Bailongxuan.
Gu Qing walked between the monks.
'This Yunyan Talisman is not outstanding. Compared with the Golden Knife Talisman I had back then, the grade is much different. If I had purchased this treasure on a normal day for thirty-five yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones, Undoubtedly, there is a slight loss, but at this time, there are many monks in the shop, and the prices of all kinds of talismans have increased, especially the talismans in large stores such as Bailongxuan. At the price of thirty-five yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones, it is considered a high price. normal.
While thinking.
Gu Qing went to Fangshi.
His eyes scanned the surrounding stalls.
Until he was about to leave the Xiuzhen Dafang, Gu Qing didn't look at anything again. Until he passed by a stall at the end of the market, his eyes suddenly froze and he stopped immediately.
On the stalls here, there are many strange and strange objects, such as bloody human skulls with many holes, mummies of unknown monsters, simple scabbards with dark red rust, and faint ghost fires. Oil lamps and other objects, when you look at them from a distance, you feel that they are eerie and frightening.
Among these objects, there is a skeleton with a bit of jade luster. This skeleton is sitting cross-legged in the center of the stall. There is a slightly blurred gray mark between its eyebrows, with an interesting tone. The frightening power of the soul is condensed and never disperses.
'Um? This thing...
Gu Qingxu narrowed his eyes and stepped forward.
He glanced at the cultivators in the field calmly.
There are thirteen monks surrounding the stall here, six of them cover their figures with breathing robes, and the remaining seven seem to be strangers to each other. They are all in the middle stage of Qi refining.
Gu Qing withdrew his gaze.
He looked behind the stall here.
There, sitting cross-legged, was the stall owner who was also covered by a robe.
Gu Qing immediately sent a message to the stall owner and said, "My friend, how much is the price of this skeleton? I see that there is a spirit power on this skeleton that is condensed and not dissipated, but I don't know why?"
When the stall owner heard Gu Qing's message, his stiff face under the black robe changed slightly. He raised his eyes and looked at Gu Qing: "This man's soul is so powerful!" Could it be that this person is a foundation-building cultivator?
So thinking.
The stall owner sent a message back to Gu Qing with a vague tone: "This skeleton is the remains of the foundation. I don't know the rest. If my Taoist friends are willing, I can take away this skeleton with one hundred middle-grade spiritual stones."
Gu Qing nodded incomprehensibly.
He looked at the skeleton carefully, and then used his spiritual consciousness to scan it inch by inch. He found that although the appearance of the skeleton had turned into a light jade color, with his powerful spiritual consciousness, he could see through the jade skin of the skeleton. Forcefully exploring the inside of the skeleton, he immediately discovered that the bone marrow was already empty.
Even if it is really the remains of Foundation Establishment Xiu, this skeleton has been reduced to this condition and has no value.
Gu Qing frowned.
He once again sent a message to the stall owner: "This skeleton has long been a strong one but a strong one. One hundred middle-grade spiritual stones really makes some lions open their mouths. I am willing to pay twenty middle-grade spiritual stones to purchase this treasure."
Hearing this, the stall owner here did not show the slightest hint of disappointment on his stiff face covered by his breathing robe. Instead, his eyes lit up, and a hint of joy flashed across his expression.
'Where did you get taken advantage of? Except for the soul mark, which is still somewhat valuable after being peeled off, this skeleton is no different from junk. Someone is actually willing to spend 20 yuan of middle-grade spiritual stones to buy it. There was some ridicule in the stall owner's heart.
While mocking in his heart, the stall owner replied in a rather solemn tone: "Twenty pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones are really a bit short, but since Taoist friend has spoken, I am willing to give you this face, twenty yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones." If you want to taste the spirit stone, fellow Taoist can take this skeleton away."
Gu Qing took a deep look at the stall owner.
His gaze seemed to penetrate the breathing robe.
The stall owner felt quite uncomfortable.
Gu Qing did not hesitate, he took out twenty middle-grade spiritual stones and handed them to the stall owner.
Then, he seemed to point to the other two items on the stall: "This scabbard and flying sword can be considered as extras."
"this……"
The stall owner was reluctant at first.
But he glanced at the twenty middle-grade spiritual stones in his hand that exuded dazzling spiritual light. He only struggled a little in his heart. This reluctance quickly dissipated. He pretended to sigh and agreed to what Gu Qing said.
"Alas! How about losing money and making a profit, so what if I give this scabbard and flying sword to my fellow Taoist together? Fellow Taoist, please get them quickly!"
Gu Qing said: "Thank you very much."
Said.
He put away the scabbard and the bones, and held the flying sword in his hand, which was not in good condition and could be regarded as a low-grade magic weapon. He mobilized the blood-colored spiritual power in his body, and wrapped it inch by inch around the flying sword, and immediately took it. Sacrifice.
This move made the stall owner and the nearby monks look shocked. Even if it was a low-grade magic weapon, it could be refined so easily. It was definitely not something that ordinary people in the late stage of Qi refining could accomplish.
"Farewell."
Gu Qing nodded to the stall owner and went to Fangshi.
Soon, Gu Qing left the Cultivation Workshop.
Gu Qing quietly glanced at several directions behind him.
There was a strong cold light surging in his eyes.
'Six tails?
He could sense that six deliberately hidden auras were following him closely at the moment. They probably had some evil intentions after spying on his rich wealth, and were preparing to intercept and kill his monks.
Gu Qing curled his lips.
He sneered in his heart: 'Are you treating me as a fat sheep? I just don't know who is the prey and who is the hunter! I am looking forward to it, looking forward to the moment when you catch up and die!
He mobilized the blood-colored spiritual power in his body and swung the unsightly flying sword in his hand forward. With a swish sound, the flying sword immediately broke through the long wind and turned into a bloody sword rainbow, shooting forward quickly.
Gu Qing roared.
With one step of his foot, his body rose into the air, stepping on the bloody sword rainbow thrown out by him, and soared into the sky.
call out!
The sound of sharp breaking wind suddenly became loud.
Gu Qing turned into a streak of blood-red escaping light, heading towards the direction of the Xianhe Sect, and suddenly disappeared into the sky.
The development of things was somewhat beyond Gu Qingzhi's expectations.
After just a few breaths.
He could not fly more than thirty miles, and the six auras that followed him before had all disappeared and no longer followed him. .
The reason why these six monks gave up on intercepting him was that a group of monks sent by the three immortal sects in Fenggu appeared in front of them, about fourteen or five of them.
Gu Qing said hello to two of the familiar Xianhe sect cultivators, and after some questioning, he found out the reason why this group of cultivators were here.
Now, the monks from the three Immortal Sects in the Return Wind Valley have been ordered to seal off the entire Return Wind Valley and guard it to prevent any monks from clashing in the Return Wind Valley. Every thirty miles, there is a group of powerful warriors. Three Immortal Sect cultivators were stationed there, and there were even Foundation Establishment cultivators secretly assisting.
'It seems I can't make any extra money.
'That's fine, do less killing.
Gu Qing felt a little disappointed.
He said goodbye to two familiar cultivators from the Xianhe sect among this group of monks, turned into a bloody fleeing light and continued on his way.
Less than half an hour later.
Gu Qing returned to the Xianhe Sect unhurriedly.
He pressed the escape light in a relatively hidden mountain forest within the Xianhe Sect, and then used the Wandering Dragon Sword Step to avoid fellow sect members and arrived in front of the cave he had given to Ren Chan.
"This girl, has she changed the formation? I hope she has never given this cave to others, or sold it to others."
Gu Qing stood in front of this cave, in a forest, on the thick trunk of a towering tree. He touched his chin and muttered to himself, then sat cross-legged here and waited quietly.
He didn't want to look for Renchan and Lin Tingxue in a big way and then give them those magical weapons. After all, he was going to deal with Sun Yufu.
If he takes action, after that, he might be labeled as a traitor by the Xianhe Faction. If Ren Chan and Lin Tingxue are implicated, that is not what he wants.
Gu Qing sat quietly like a dead tree.
The fellow monks who occasionally passed by this place were all Gu Qing who did not realize that he was under the cover of tree trunks and branches. In the evening of the next day, Ren Chan finally walked to the cave alone from a distance.
Ren Chan has changed a lot.
As expected by Gu Qing, her cultivation has reached the sixth level of Qi Refining.
Her figure became taller and plump, and her temperament was calm and cold. She was obviously different from the neurotic girl Gu Qing saw in the house in Feilei City, Huaining County.
But nothing seems to have changed for Ren Chan.
Her expression was one of looking forward, with a hint of cunning hidden in it. She was carrying a long piano case on her back, and she was skipping through the mountains, rocks and streams, skipping and jumping, as lively as ever.
Just now.
Her face was slightly pale, and she was obviously injured. She had a conflict with someone and suffered a secret loss.
Gu Qing thought.
"Junior sister Ren Chan."
His message sounded beside Ren Chan.
Ren Chan's figure paused.
"Senior Brother Gu?"
She replied with a hint of surprise.
Ren Chan looked around.
There was gurgling water under her feet, and the sound of the mountain wind blowing against the trees could be heard in her ears. She had searched her surroundings, but she had never seen the dead-faced senior brother Gu Qing in her memory.
Gu Qing continued to transmit messages to Ren Chan. His tone was indifferent, without any emotion: "Gu is in the forest in front of Junior Sister Ren Chan. I came here this time to give you a few things."
Ren Chan heard the message.
She turned around and quickly ran towards the forest where Gu Qing was.
After a while.
Ren Chan went up with his sword and came to the tree trunk where Gu Qing was sitting.
The pale white light dispersed.
Ren Chan, whose figure was revealed, stared at Gu Qing's back.
Seeing the dead-faced senior brother Gu Qing again after such a long time, Ren Chan felt a little nervous and felt at a loss as to what to say.
It wasn't until Ren Chan's eyes swept over Gu Qing's shiny bald head that she turned around with a smile and teased tentatively: "Senior Brother Gu, I haven't seen you for many days, why did you shave your head?"
Gu Qing did not respond to Ren Chan's words.
He glanced at Ren Chan coldly.
Ren Chan stood as silent as a cicada and stood with his hands down.
Strange to say.
The feeling of being at a loss when she was given such a cold look by Senior Brother Gu Qing disappeared completely without a trace, as if she had returned to Huaining County again when she first met this Senior Brother Gu Qing.
