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Qin Fengming went straight to the stone platform, where there was a three or four-foot-high palace. This palace looked extremely simple, showing that it was very old, and there was no plaque hanging above the main entrance.
Sensing the energy fluctuations at the palace gate, Qin Fengming knew that this palace was completely surrounded by some kind of powerful restriction. Even if his spiritual consciousness was released, he could not detect anything in the hall.
Although there are crowds of people in front of the stone platform, there are very few people here, and no monks stay here.
"Does this fellow Taoist have any precious items that need to be exchanged?"
Just when Qin Fengming stood in front of the hall door, he saw a flash of light at the door of the hall, and a figure appeared in a flash. This person was wearing the clothes of the Green Snake Valley Fair and had a cultivation level in the middle stage of Chengdan.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Qin has a piece of weapon refining material here, and he wants to exchange it with other Taoist friends through the stone platform here." Qin Fengming saw this and said with no strange expression on his face.
"Since fellow Taoist has exchanged items, please invite fellow Taoist Qin to enter the hall to speak."
Qin Fengming didn't hesitate at all. He followed the man and walked towards the palace gate.
The restriction at the door of the palace was also mysterious. Qin Fengming seemed to have entered the main hall without feeling anything.
Entering the main hall, Qin Fengming couldn't help but be stunned. There were nearly twenty or thirty monks inside the hall, which was only a dozen feet in size. More than a dozen of them were sitting in the center of the main hall. These monks were all wearing the clothes of the Green Snake Valley Fair.
Although the uniforms were uniform, Qin Fengming could see that these monks belonged to different sects because there was a stone tablet where the monks sat around, but it had different names written on it: Jingyun Sect Wen Family, Feihuang Valley, Baihemen It seems that these monks are undoubtedly the guardian monks of this trading desk.
At this time, a dozen other monks were sitting on wooden chairs beside the four Eight Immortals tables on both sides of the hall, sipping fragrant tea. Seeing Qin Fengming recently, they all turned their heads to look at Qin Fengming and then lowered their heads to drink. fragrant tea
There is also a huge stone mirror on the front of the main hall, which is very similar to the stone mirror I saw in Jingyun Sect. At this time, a lot of materials are revealed on the stone mirror. Some of the names of the spiritual herbs are dim, and some are dim. Still shining brightly
"Fellow Daoist Qin, as long as you pay a thousand spirit stones and take out the treasures to be exchanged, I will make arrangements in a while."
Qin Fengming would not hesitate. As soon as he raised his hand, a jade box appeared in his hand. With a flick, the lid of the box opened, revealing a piece of black weapon refining material inside.
"This is a piece of black sapphire crystal. Qin plans to exchange it for a purple sapphire crystal of the same size or a blue waterfall crystal of the same size."
"What? It turned out to be a piece of black stone crystal. How could such a precious material appear here?"
"Black crystal is a precious material for refining top-notch magic weapons. Is this fellow Taoist crazy?"
Following Qin Fengming's words, dozens of monks in the hall opened their eyes almost at the same time. They all looked at Qin Fengming with incredulous expressions. Some of them could not help but speak out.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, do you really plan to exchange this piece of black stone crystal here? This piece of weapon refining material is too precious. Even if it is placed in the official trade fair of Green Snake Valley, it has already met the conditions."
Looking at the jade box in the hands of the black-faced monk in front of him, the monk who led Qin Fengming into the temple said with a look of shock on his face, and his tone also showed a trace of difficulty in keeping steady.
"Yes, this is a thousand spiritual stones. Just ask Taoist friends to arrange it for Qin."
The monk took the spirit stone and the jade box, looked at Qin Fengming again, then turned and walked towards the huge stone mirror.
"Wait a minute, fellow Taoist, I want to get this piece of black stone crystal, but I don't know which two materials to remove. Can you, fellow Taoist, intend to use the spiritual stone to trade? As long as you, the fellow Taoist, intend to part with you, no matter how many spiritual stones there are, I will never refuse."
Just when the leading monk turned around to handle the transaction, an old man with yellow hair suddenly stood up from the side of the hall. The old man was sitting at the Eight Immortals Table, but there was no monk with him. Sitting at the same table
The yellow-haired old man stepped forward quickly and came straight to Qin Fengming. He stretched out his hand to intercept the monk.
The face of this old man was hidden in a layer of gray mist, making it difficult for ordinary people to see his face clearly. As the old man approached, an extremely cold aura swept towards Qin Fengming. This man knew that he was a doctor without even looking. Demonic cultivation is undoubtedly
"This fellow Taoist is sorry. Qin removed those two materials but would never exchange them for anything else." Facing the demon cultivator at the peak of the Pill Formation in front of him, Qin Fengming's expression remained unmoved and he spoke directly.
"I, Huang Xuzi, am practicing in Yanyun Mountain, hundreds of thousands of miles away from here. I believe fellow Taoists have heard of Yanyun Mountain before."
The yellow-haired old man did not comment on Qin Fengming's answer, but suddenly said this
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that Qin is deaf. I don't know where Yanyun Mountain is. However, Qin only exchanged this piece of black stone crystal for purple lin stone and blue waterfall crystal. But he will never exchange it for anything else."
As Qin Fengming said these words, more than a dozen Chengdan monks sitting at the Eight Immortal Tables on both sides of the hall almost simultaneously let out a whisper. Some monks even whispered:
"Ah, that monk in the early stages of becoming an elixir didn't know about Yanyun Mountain. It's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. It seems that this person must be in serious trouble today."
"Humph, that black-faced monk actually dared to say such things to fellow Taoist Huang Xuzi. You really don't know how generous the world is."
Although everyone's whispers were extremely weak, under Qin Fengming's powerful spiritual consciousness, he heard every word.
After hearing the people's words, Qin Fengming immediately knew that the yellow-haired old man in front of him must be a person of great background. He must have an extremely powerful person behind him. However, although Qin Fengming was slightly shocked by these comments, he did not let go. in heart
Since the Evil God Sect has withdrawn the original reward under pressure from Manghuang Mountain and the two super sects at this time, and promised in person that he would not do such unscrupulous things again, Qin Fengming can now blatantly walk in the world of immortal cultivation in the Yuanfeng Empire
As the young master of Manghuang Mountain, he can be used as a powerful amulet. Even those famous Ying-Transformation monks will show courtesy to him.
With the knowledge of all the old monsters, they will know that Qin Fengming must have had some surveillance secrets placed on him by the five great monks of Manghuang Mountain. As long as he dies, Manghuang Mountain will definitely know about it. In this way, there will be no Yingying monks. Willing to risk offending Manghuang Mountain to kill Qin Fengming
Although this kind of protection is not omnipotent, for Qin Fengming, it gives him a huge room for maneuver. Even if there are Yingying monks who want to do evil to him, if the other party hesitates, he can use secret techniques to escape.
"Hum, okay, okay, okay. I have remembered what you said. I hope you don't leave Green Snake Valley as soon as possible."
The yellow-haired old man stared at Qin Fengming for a moment, then shook his sleeves, snorted coldly, and sat back down at the Eight Immortals Table where he had been sitting, and then stopped looking at Qin Fengming.
