Before I went into exile, I was rich as hell.

Chapter 478 Exchange One
Don't make it so obvious that Murongli doesn't want to talk nonsense with Qingyuan.

The corner of Qingyuan's mouth twitched fiercely. He knew that Su Yue's words were direct and venomous. Murongli followed her, and his mouth was not simple.

He also made a detour, and said directly: "The poor monk is here for your elixir, the benefactor Murong is waiting for the poor monk here, presumably the benefactor Murong already knows, and the benefactor of the Dragon Palace has already arrived."

Murong Li's face sank: "Master, are you sure that we have the elixir?"

Qingyuan put his hands together: "Amitabha, monks don't talk wildly, the poor monk has long known that there is a space on Su Shi's body that can plant elixir, but please rest assured, the poor monk can't covet the things on Su Shi, The poor monk just wants to exchange the things you want for some elixir to refine the elixir. After the poor monk's cultivation level breaks through, he will go to another interface. He will not stay here to make you unhappy, let alone Make you feel a sense of crisis."

Murongli's face was frighteningly cold, even Qingyuan could feel the chill on his body, but it didn't work for him, he fixedly looked at Murongli.

The current situation does not allow Mu Rongli to refuse, if they do not agree, he believes that Qingyuan has ten thousand ways to make them agree.

That being the case, then exchange according to what Yueer said.

So he said coldly: "I don't care if Master covets Yue'er's things or not, but I will say a word here, if Master dares to have any unreasonable thoughts, even if I fight for both sides, I will not lose." It will satisfy the master."

Qingyuan waved his hand: "Don't be afraid Murong benefactor, if the poor monk really wants to attack you, there will be a hundred top experts like you on this continent who are not the opponent of the poor monk, Murong benefactor, you can't even imagine that ordinary people are cultivating They exist like ants in front of you, so there is no need for Master Murong to scare the poor monk, and the poor monk will not have such greedy thoughts. The poor monk just wants to use the things on his body to exchange some elixir for you, that's all."

In the realm of comprehension, if you can't get any treasure in exchange, Qingyuan won't throw away the watermelon to pick up those few rotten sesame seeds, and cause karma.

Although Su Yue has space, she is a mortal.

The last time he shot and wounded the two masters of the Dragon Palace, although he didn't die, he still had to recite some karma.

Therefore, he will not attack mortals if it is not necessary.

After hearing what Qing Yuan said, Murong Li was noncommittal, he said: "This king still believes what the master said, how about this, this king calls Yue'er here, what we all want, let's talk face to face."

Qingyuan nodded.

Murongli left the house and called Su Yue over.

"Amitabha, Lord Su, we meet again."

As soon as Su Yue entered the room, Qingyuan got up and made a Buddha ceremony to her.

Su Yue waved her hand: "Master, please sit down, you are welcome."

After speaking, he sat opposite to Qingyuan with Murongli.

"I already know the purpose of the master's visit. What does the master want to exchange, and how much?"

As soon as Su Yue sat down, she asked Qingyuan, same, she listened to his conversation with Murongli.

As Qingyuan already knew about her space, but she didn't have any perverted thoughts about her space, her view of Qingyuan changed a little.

She is willing to fulfill such a person, but she has to pay a corresponding price, and she is not a philanthropist.

After hearing her words, Qingyuan felt relieved, and immediately took out all the things from his storage ring, and said, "Two benefactors, all the belongings of the poor monk are here. What do you want to exchange for yourself?" To choose, the poor monk only needs five second-level elixir, twenty plants of each kind."

There are a total of one hundred elixir. If they can be matched together, there will be twenty pairs of medicinal materials. Each pair of medicinal materials can produce ten pills. In this way, he can train two or two hundred pills for him to cultivate to the foundation building stage. Dzogchen is more than enough to impact Jindan.

Su Yue and Murongli looked at the pile of things on the table. There were more than a dozen pieces of jade, which should be jade slips, and several swords about one foot long, which were magic swords, and an umbrella-shaped Things, the size of a palm, and a shield-like thing, those should be magic weapons.

There are also a few empty jade porcelain bottles, presumably they were used to hold elixir.

There is also a palm-sized incense burner.

In addition, there are piles of gold and silver treasures, the corners of Su Yue's mouth twitched, unexpectedly the great monk would not be able to avoid these worldly things.

She glanced at Murongli, while he looked at the pile of things and said, "Yue'er, you decide."

Su Yue nodded and asked Qingyuan: "Since the master wants five kinds of elixir, and I don't know which five kinds, can the master tell me about it?"

Qingyuan nodded, took out a pen and paper, drew five more drawings and placed them in front of Su Yue.

Su Yue looked at the image on the blueprint, and thought about the elixir in her own space, and there really were these elixir in her own space.

So she entered the space with mental power, pulled out the five elixir, and placed them in front of Qingyuan.

Qingyuan looked at the five elixir plants in front of him, his eyeballs were about to pop out, his handsome face was cracked at this moment, his God, a cultivator like him is not as rich as a mortal.

He nodded excitedly: "Benefactor Su, it is these five kinds of elixir. If benefactor Su can gather [-] plants of each, you can take these things from the poor monk. You can take all of them."

Su Yue didn't take out any more elixir, but asked Qingyuan: "Can we practice all the exercises you practice?"

Doesn't one need to have spiritual roots to cultivate one's true self?

Qingyuan shook his head: "The exercises practiced by monks need spiritual roots, and the poor monk can test them for you two."

Sure enough, Su Yue thought, she and Murongli looked at each other and nodded.

Qingyuan said: "Then benefactor Murong please extend your left hand."

Murongli stretched out his left hand, Qingyuan placed both hands on his wrists, and immediately input a trace of spiritual power, straight to his dantian.

After the spiritual power arrived at the dantian, the spiritual power was indeed absorbed by his dantian. As he expected, Murongli did have spiritual roots, but he didn't know how many spiritual roots he had. Those who need to test the spiritual roots specially, he here No.

When he was helping Murongli get promoted before, he guessed that Murongli had spiritual roots, and he was right.

He let go of Murongli's wrist and said: "Murong benefactor can practice."

Then he looked at Su Yue again, Su Yue also stretched out his left hand, and Qingyuan also put two fingers on her wrist, and also output a trace of spiritual power, until her dantian, the spiritual power was also absorbed.

The corner of Qingyuan's mouth twitched, there are very few mortals who have spiritual roots, unexpectedly they both have them.

What a monstrosity, then he let go of his fingers, pursed his lips and said, "Congratulations to the benefactor who also has spiritual roots, and can also practice the skills of a poor monk."

Su Yue said lightly: "In this case, we want to exchange cultivation methods with the master, as well as pill recipes, and some spells. Of course, it's okay to give us a magic sword."

(End of this chapter)