Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 97

Time passed bit by bit, and more and more monks came from the passage.

Perhaps it was because they were not familiar with each other, most of the people in the secret room were silent and seemed very quiet.

A foot away from Chen Ping, sat two monks with their faces wrapped in black cloth.

It seems that the relationship between the two should be good, and they have been whispering.

"Old Xu, this underground secret room is much dilapidated compared to the venue in Fengming Town. There is not even a beautiful girl serving tea!"

The speaker deliberately lowered his voice, and muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, it's not because of the incident that Fellow Daoist Zou Tong disappeared for no reason after the last exchange meeting."

"Zou Tong is a high-grade earth spirit root, the foundation-building seed of the family!"

"I heard that the head of the Zou family personally put pressure on Jin Quxing. If an elder of the Jin family hadn't come forward to make peace, it's still a matter of whether his exchange meeting will continue."

The monk surnamed Xu said slowly, with a gloating tone in his tone.

"Zou Qing, head of the Zou family?"

Even though the voices of these two people were like mosquitoes, Chen Ping could hear them clearly with his strong spiritual sense.

This Zou family is the number one family power in the Jinrui city platoon.

The family built three foundations, and the patriarch Zou Qing's cultivation reached the late stage of foundation establishment.

"Zou Tong is at the pinnacle of Qi training anyway, and possesses several top-grade magic weapons, and ordinary people can't touch him."

The first person to speak continued.

"There are too many rogue cultivators in Fengming Town, who knows which one is responsible for it."

"I think it's a good thing to change the venue of the exchange meeting to Jinruifang City. I'm a cultivator, and I don't pay attention to ostentatious services."

After the monk surnamed Xu accepted the words, he closed his eyes and stopped talking with his friends.

Chen Ping's expression was as usual, he was not interested in what happened in the last exchange.

He came here purely for the gas-eating gadfly.

If someone who is not long-sighted really provokes him, he will kill him with a backhand.

……

As the time for the official start of the exchange meeting drew closer, only a slight sound of footsteps sounded from the passage.

Then, two figures approached slowly one after the other, it was Jin Quxing and the old Xiu Jinwei who had just been escorted.

The two jumped onto the platform at the same time, and Jin Wei took the initiative to stand behind Jin Quxing, like his guard.

"Jin sent 62 invitations, and only one person was absent. I am very grateful to all the fellow Taoists for their trust and support."

With sharp eyes, Jin Quxing looked around in the secret room and said, "Since the exchange meeting is held in Xianlu Pavilion for the first time, no tickets will be charged this time."

"I hope that fellow Taoists can help me do more publicity in the future. The introduction fee will still be calculated on the basis of the original [-] spirit stones per person."

Hearing what he said, most of the monks on the field couldn't help nodding slightly, obviously quite satisfied with the reduction of tickets.

After ten breaths, Jin Quxing stepped aside and mustered his spiritual energy and said, "Next, the exchange meeting will officially begin."

"As a rule, one person can display at most three treasures, and the time is limited to a quarter of an hour."

"The reverse side of the invitation is engraved with a preview, starting from the 62st to the [-]nd. Please also display the treasures in order."

"34."

Hearing this, Chen Ping turned over the invitation and turned it into powder.

Unless he encounters something he likes, it's really boring to communicate with a group of Qi training monks.

"The number one invitation is here with me."

The first person to come on stage was a fat male monk with a skull mask on his face.

A bulging spirit animal bag was pinned to his waist.

"Snapped!"

The fat monk slapped the bag, and the body of the scorpion, whose head was about ten feet long and whose body was pure black, fell to the ground.

"The Poisonous Scorpion King, a monster in the late stage of the first order. Mr. Ma wants to exchange for [-] spirit stones, or a defensive talisman of the second level."

The fat man surnamed Ma stated his exchange needs in a deep voice.

"what?"

"Fatty Ma, are you crazy about Lingshi?"

"Even if the scorpion king with the blood of a mortal demon is alive, he will never exceed a thousand spirit stones. Fatty Ma, step down quickly, don't lie to others!"

Everyone said something to each other, and they unanimously counted down the monk surnamed Ma.

Chen Ping smiled faintly. This fat man was obviously a frequent visitor to the exchange meeting, and he tried to cover up his true appearance with a low-grade magic weapon.

Interesting.

Seeing that others could easily see through his disguise, Fatty Ma simply took off his skull mask, and said with a bland smile: "Don't worry, everyone, this is indeed a dead body, but it is a female scorpion."

Fatty Ma smiled strangely, grabbed the two demon pincers of the Scorpion King, and lifted them up, letting the poisonous blood stain his body without realizing it.

"Did you see it?"

Fatty Ma stretched out his fingers and said proudly.

I saw the slightly bulging abdomen of the Scorpion King wriggling tumors about half an inch from time to time, as if there were living things inside.

"The pregnant Scorpion King?"

"No wonder, I said Fatty Ma won't get his head flooded."

Everyone couldn't help but suddenly.

"This female scorpion was beheaded by Ma not long ago. The larva in the belly can survive for at least a month. Is there any fellow Taoist who wants to take it away?"

Fatty Ma folded his arms and asked loudly.

"Ma Daoyou, a thousand spirit stones is feasible? After all, the number of offspring produced by the poisonous scorpion varies from a few hundred to a few thousand each time, and the difference is huge."

In the next breath, a female cultivator with sallow skin stood up and discussed.

"One thousand and five, no bargaining."

Fatty Ma first clearly rejected her bargaining price, and then said strangely: "Fellow Daoists are too naive. If you can determine the number of young scorpions in your belly, doesn't Ma know that you can make a fortune by cutting them open?"

The toxin in the blood of the Scorpion King Scorpion can isolate the consciousness, and Qi practitioners cannot detect the situation in his body.

But Chen Ping was not restricted by this.

His consciousness penetrated into the belly of the demon scorpion, and he found that there were more than 1000 live eggs in the body of the female scorpion, plus the larvae that had hatched in advance, the number was about [-].

Fifteen hundred spirit stones are quite a bargain.

"Then let it go."

The female cultivator frowned and sat back slowly.

"Give it a go, magic weapon that transforms into a spiritual weapon!"

After a while, seeing that no one was buying, Fatty Ma rolled up his sleeves and said bewitchingly.

"I want it."

In the cave at the front, a bald man said in a low voice.

I saw this person jumped down and handed the spirit stone to Fatty Ma.

"I wish fellow Daoists the best of luck!"

Fatty Ma said with a smile.

The bald man rolled his eyes at him, and quickly took away the body of the Scorpion King.

The first transaction was successfully completed, Fatty Ma did not bring out the second treasure, and left the platform contentedly.

Then, a person wearing a red cloak quickly stepped onto the stage, and what this person showed was a Qiyang pill with one pattern.

As soon as he finished speaking, everywhere in the arena sprung up like mushrooms, and the sounds of exchanging purchases resounded one after another.

In the end, the red-cloaked monk chose a top-grade defensive magic weapon that a female nun took out, and then left the secret room straight away.

Next, the No.3 monk continued to take the stage.

……

The efficiency of this exchange method is not slow, and there are a few people who skip it directly, so it will be Chen Ping's turn after two hours.

I saw that the old god was closing his eyes to rest, and he didn't intend to go up.

After [-] breaths, seeing that no one came out, the next monk immediately understood, took a long knife, and jumped onto the stage.

　Sorry, the company has been too busy recently, so I didn't send it out until now, making fellow Taoists wait for a long time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)