Chapter 137 Fat Sheep

The thug who could easily kill two mid-stage Qi training cultivators must be at least in the late stage of Qi training, right?

Moreover, he was a senior late-stage Qi training cultivator.

Since He Song could easily kill two mid-stage Qi training cultivators.

Then, killing him would be easy.

Facing such a thug who could easily take his life, even if the stall owner had a backer, he still felt a huge pressure at this moment.

Under He Song's gaze.

The stall owner swallowed his saliva, and then began to check with a serious look.

Check the storage bag.

Pick up the magic weapon to check the quality.

Open the jade bottle to check the pill.

Turn over the sundries and calculate the price.

After a while, when all the prices were calculated.

The stall owner's forehead was sweaty, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes when he looked at He Song.

These things were obviously the relics of two mid-stage Qi training cultivators, and at the same time, they were the wealth that only a strong mid-stage Qi training cultivator could have.

And now.

But all of them went to He Song's hands.

It is conceivable what happened in this.

Facing such a fierce man, the stall owner was afraid that if he quoted a low price, he would bring himself a fatal disaster.

But He Song had already looked at him, and he had to speak even if he was unwilling.

"This senior, the total is 800 spirit stones. I wonder what the senior thinks."

There was a slight tremor in his words, and the stall owner was ready to raise the price at any time.

He just wanted to save his life now.

Four storage bags, normally you can get 400 spirit stones.

Four low-grade magic tools, normally you can get 400 spirit stones.

The elixirs, various spirit talismans, and other sundries prepared by Chen Zhong in advance, these things should be worth a lot.

However, since they are selling stolen goods here, the price will naturally be discounted.

According to He Song's own calculations, these things can be exchanged for 700 spirit stones, which is already quite good.

Unexpectedly, there is an unexpected surprise.

With an extra hundred spirit stones, He Song's eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Feeling that the price was fine, He Song nodded and agreed to the deal.

Seeing this, the stall owner was overjoyed and quickly paid He Song with the spirit stones.

When the money and goods were settled, He Song left the small teahouse and quickly headed for the inn of Wanhua Xianfang.

Last time.

When he was in Lingtu Xianfang, He Song left the inn.

That time, his departure did not alarm anyone, nor was he targeted by anyone.

From the time he left to the time he returned to Zhushan Xianfang, no one appeared to intercept him.

Therefore, leaving Wanhua Xianfang in the same way again became He Song's first choice.

He Song went to the inn.

But outside the small teahouse.

The stall owner who took He Song's things was in trouble at this moment.

"Stop, what did the man you just traded with sell?"

Just as the stall owner collected the things he received from He Song and left the small teahouse and headed towards his base.

A black-robed figure stopped him.

Then, the breath of a late-stage Qi training cultivator appeared.

Although it was only a short moment, it also made the stall owner's face change suddenly.

In this small Wanhua Xianfang.

A late-stage Qi training cultivator is not a cabbage.

Even he, a black market stall owner, is only at the sixth level of Qi training.

Even if he has a backer behind him, it is still a question whether the backer will help a small character like him.

"This senior, the things that the senior has sold are all here. If you want them, just treat them as a tribute from the younger generation."

In just a short incense stick of time, he met two late-stage Qi training cultivators in succession. The stall owner felt that he was unlucky today.

In order to survive, he could only reluctantly hand over all the things in his hand to the black-robed man in front of him, hoping to escape.

At the same time, he also observed the black-robed man in front of him calmly.

A bold idea came to his mind.

Could it be that the man wanted to take the things back after selling them to him?

Really freeloading?

But soon, he gave up this idea.

The black-robed man in front of him was different from He Song, who had traded with him before.

Although they were both wearing black robes, there were still some differences.

On the side, a figure in a black robe heard this and immediately took the package from the stall owner without hesitation.

This person was Fang He, the deacon of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion under the Wanhua Xianfang.

After He Song left the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion, Fang He followed He Song all the way to this place.

He happened to see the process of He Song's transaction with the stall owner in front of him.

Under doubt, he stopped the stall owner and wanted to see what He Song had sold.

However, when he saw the contents of the package clearly.

Fang He's expression changed suddenly.

In the package.

Four storage bags.

Four magic tools.

There are also some elixirs and magic talismans.

And some other miscellaneous items.

There are so many and messy things, which indicates that these things are all stolen goods.

As for the origin, perhaps they were looted from people like himself who have set their sights on him?

For a moment, cold sweat broke out on Fang He's forehead.

I thought I had set my sights on a fat sheep.

Unexpectedly, the other person was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Looking at these things that He Song casually took out, he could sense that He Song's strength must be strong.

Moreover, if he was really a fat sheep, how could he know about the existence of the black market in the Immortal House?

If he was really a fat sheep, how could he reach the late stage of Qi training as a casual cultivator.

If he was really a fat sheep

Too many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Fang He felt a sense of fear in his heart.

If he hadn't been careful, he would have stopped this person and wanted to check what He Song had taken out.

I'm afraid he would have followed him and wanted to kill He Song at this moment, right?

By then.

With He Song's behavior of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, he might have capsized in the gutter and his entire fortune would have been handed over to He Song.

Thinking of that scene, Fang He felt a chill coming down from the sky, which chilled him from head to toe.

In an instant, he felt that he had sobered up, and the greed in his heart had completely disappeared at this moment.

Instead, there was only a strong sense of fear.

How could an ordinary person take out so much spiritual rice at will?

Spiritual rice worth 10,000 spiritual stones.

How could an ordinary cultivator afford such a large amount?

Could it be that these spiritual rices were all looted from cultivators after the other party killed people?

The more he thought about it, the more scared he felt. He felt that he had seen through everything.

If he hadn't been more careful

"Go away."

Leaving a word, Fang He was so scared that he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Disappeared with him.

There was also a package that the stall owner bought from He Song at the cost of 800 spiritual stones.

Original place.

Spending 800 spiritual stones to buy a lonely stall owner, he felt that he was really unlucky today.

However, the two people who made him lose face were all cultivators in the late stage of Qi training. Although he wanted to kill them quickly, he was weak, so he could only endure it and swallowed it with gritted teeth.

Looking around, seeing that no one stopped him, the stall owner's figure also went away.

But looking at his staggering appearance.

He didn't seem to be in a good mood.

Doing this business, with enough benefits, will naturally be accompanied by enough risks.

Black market, black market.

Things like black eating black are also common.

At this moment, He Song, who was already in the inn, had no idea what happened after he left.

In the inn room, He Song opened the formation to hide his own breath.

Then he burned the black robe.

Then he used spiritual power to wash himself and the storage bag.

To ensure that there would be no residual marks on his body and he would not be tracked.

After doing all this, he changed into a new black robe.

Then, he went underground and quickly left the Wanhua Xianfang.

Underground, walking all the way.

His figure quickly left the Wanhua Xianfang without anyone noticing and went away.

He Song had no idea that his act of selling stolen goods had actually scared away a late-stage Qi training cultivator who had been eyeing him.

However,

After being hundreds of miles away from Wanhua Xianfang and seeing that no one was chasing him, He Song turned around and did not return to Houtu Sect, but instead headed towards the location of Zhushan Xianfang.