Retrograde fairy way

Unexpectedly, the short middle-aged man ignored him at all and walked straight forward.

The old Zhu at the booth saw that he was so shameless, his face flashed with anger, and he was about to rush forward, but the old man beside him grabbed his arm.

"Old Peng, what are you doing, let me..." Lao Zhu looked at Lao Peng with a face of reluctance, but it seemed that he had the intention of retreating. It was Lao Peng who gave him a step down.

But before he finished speaking, he looked in the direction that Lao Peng pointed out. He was stunned for a moment, and then his face was filled with fear, because he saw the empty waist of the middle-aged man.

Subconsciously probed a little with his divine sense, and as soon as he touched the body of the middle-aged man, he disappeared without a trace like a cow falling into the sea. Lao Zhu swallowed his saliva, and sweat dripped down like a bean.

As if sensing his gaze, the middle-aged man paused for a moment, turned his head to look at a few people, then looked at his waist, suddenly revealed a touch of understanding, reached into his arms, took out a storage bag and pinned it waist, and then walked forward.

Lao Zhu trembled all over at his glance, and almost passed out, so did Lao Peng. If they hadn't supported each other, they might have fallen to the ground.

After the middle-aged man disappeared into the crowd, the two of them came to their senses, but there was still fear in their consciousness.

"Old Zhu, don't be so reckless in the future, this problem has to be corrected!" Lao Peng looked at the direction in which the middle-aged man was leaving with lingering fear on his face, and his hands tightened his grip on the arm.

"Yes, yes, old brother, you saved my life today!" Lao Zhu looked scared and grateful, and even changed his address.

"Come on, I saved you, that senior didn't care!" Lao Peng patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Hey, I and other low-level monks are like ants in their eyes, so they don't care about us!" Old Zhu sighed.

"You two fellow Taoists, what are you talking about?" The young man who hit up a conversation before looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression, wondering why they were so afraid of an ordinary middle-aged monk.

"That's a senior alchemist!" Lao Zhu carefully looked around and explained.

"What?" The young man looked disbelieving.

"Young man, you still have a long way to go, learn from it!" Lao Peng patted him on the shoulder, shook his head and walked towards his booth.

The young man looked at the two of them like idiots, he didn't take their words to heart, walked away with a little disdain, and felt worthless in his heart for asking them for information.

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"Fellow Daoist, if you need anything, just ask, I can help you!" A servant in a shop saw a middle-aged monk walking into the shop, and hurried to greet him, his eyes glanced at the storage at his waist. Bag, it is concluded that the other party is a Qi Refining Cultivator.

"Come find your boss!" the middle-aged man said lightly.

"Uh..." The servant was taken aback for a moment, and then said respectfully, "Yes, yes, wait a moment!"

The servant was also very excited. Seeing that the middle-aged man spoke with a certain momentum, he instantly overturned his previous thoughts, and rushed to invite the shop owner.

The middle-aged man walked aside on his own, and casually looked at the various low-level treasures on the shelves, picking up a few small things from time to time to check them out.

This shop seems to have a lot of influence. The treasures placed on this floor are not protected at all, and they look like they are not afraid of being snatched away. Although these low-level treasures are nothing in the eyes of middle-aged people, they are also important to low-level monks. Rare.

Just as the middle-aged man was looking at it casually, the departing servant brought an old man to him.

"This fellow Taoist, here is Lin Youzhong, the second-floor deacon, please come here to talk!" Lin Youzhong looked the middle-aged man up and down, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he still cautiously invited him to the private room to discuss.

"En!" The middle-aged man put down the things in his hands, nodded noncommittally, and followed the old man to a private room.

The two sat down, and Lin Youzhong asked directly: "I don't know what you need?"

"Make a deal!" The middle-aged man said indifferently, then turned his wrist, and saw a blue light flashing on his palm, and a bloody bone blade about one foot long appeared.

As soon as the bone blade appeared, a chill rose in the private room, and a faint blood-colored mist could be faintly seen rising from the bone blade.

"A magic weapon?" Lin Youzhong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help looking at the middle-aged man with a touch of fear. He hurriedly stood up and said respectfully: "Senior, wait a moment, the juniors can't make decisions about this transaction, so please come over!"

"No problem!" The middle-aged man spoke concisely, and put the bone blade directly on the table without putting it away, as if he didn't care.

Lin Youzhong exited the private room with a respectful expression, and a servant entered the private room carrying spirit tea, looked at the bone blade on the table with fear, bent down to put down the teacup, and hurriedly retreated.

The middle-aged man picked up the teacup casually, put it on his nose and smelled it, and took a sip of the tea.

Not long after, Lin Youzhong, who had left before, brought a young man into the box respectfully, and said to the middle-aged man, "Senior, this is Grandmaster Zhang Luoyang, the chief steward of my Huanzhen Building!"

After Lin Youzhong finished speaking, he bowed and retreated.

"Lin Qing, a poor Taoist, I have met a fellow Taoist!" the middle-aged man 'Lin Qing' bowed his hands and said.

"Hehe, poor Daoist Zhang Luoyang, I have met Fellow Daoist Lin!" Zhang Luoyang smiled slightly, glanced at Lin Qing, and finally his eyes fell on the 'Bone Blade' on the table, the strange color in his eyes flashed slightly, no Sit down with vigor.

"Here I am, a poor man. I want to exchange magic treasures for third-level refining materials. I don't know if your shop can do this business?" Lin Qing said his intentions lightly, and pushed the bone blade forward.

"It's natural!" Zhang Luoyang swung his sleeves and took the bone blade in his hand. After examining it carefully, he looked at Lin Qing and said, "I don't know how you can exchange it?"

"Equivalent exchange, how much primordial stones the magic weapon is worth, you can exchange for the same refining material!" Lin Qing nodded slightly.

"Well, yes, I don't know how many other magic weapons are there?" Zhang Luoyang asked again, as if he felt that Lin Qing could still take out the magic weapons.

Sure enough, Lin Qing flipped his wrist without changing his face, and saw that there were several more magic weapons on the table again, all bone magic weapons, with a strong smell of blood and a chill, and there seemed to be a low-pitched devil's cry vaguely, which made people smell I shuddered.

Seeing these magic weapons exuding blood, Zhang Luoyang finally changed his expression, took a deep look at Lin Qing, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist, wait a moment, I will come as soon as I go!"

Seeing Lin Qing nod his head slightly, Zhang Luoyang immediately got up and left the house.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, a cold light flashed in Zhang Luoyang's eyes, and he hurried to the top floor.

Coming to a shining door, Zhang Luoyang casually played out a formula, and the door opened automatically.

I saw that this small room was full of shelves, and all of them were jade boxes of various colors with jade charms pasted on them.

Zhang Luoyang stepped into it, first turned his wrist, took out several blue jade slips, and then shot out several beams of brilliance, submerged in it.

Seeing the blue jade slip lightly shook, it instantly turned into several streaks of light, breaking through the roof and leaving.

Zhang Luoyang took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to take down a jade box covered with talismans from a side shelf, then took out a jade bottle, uncorked the bottle, and pointed the mouth of the bottle to the jade box with his index finger lightly. A pinch of light green powder fell on the jade box and disappeared.

After doing this, Zhang Luoyang took out a storage bag, put the jade box in it, walked to the end of the shelf, and specially selected those jade boxes with many seals and seals to put them in the storage bag, and collected dozens of them before giving up. Take it again.

Zhang Luoyang took the storage bag, walked out of the secret room, opened the restriction again, drank a cup of tea in the room, and then went to the private room below.

When he came to the door of the private room, he looked down at the storage bag, showed a sneer, then returned to normal, opened the door and entered.

Seeing that Lin Qing was still sitting in front of the coffee table without moving at all, Zhang Luoyang looked slightly relaxed, smiled heartily, and handed over the storage bag and said, "I've kept fellow daoists waiting for a long time, this is the third-level refining material that you need , please check it!"

Lin Qing took the storage bag, moved slightly with his consciousness, and saw a jade box covered with talisman seals appearing on the coffee table, waved off the talisman seals, and the jade box opened automatically.

A wave of strong vitality came out, and there were three fist-sized refining materials lying quietly inside, which were crystal clear and covered with red dots.

"The third-tier top refining material Xuanyu cinnabar, Guilou is a big deal!" Seeing the contents, Lin Qing narrowed his eyes, and gave Zhang Luoyang a meaningful look.

"Hehe, where is it? The magic treasures brought by fellow Taoists are not low-level, so naturally they can't be filled with ordinary treasures!" Zhang Luoyang smiled slightly, glanced at the magic treasures on the table as if quite casually, and waved his sleeves. Put it away.

"Then Lin will leave!" Lin Qing didn't say much, got up and bowed, and was about to leave.

"How about another cup of spiritual tea, fellow daoist?" Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhang Luoyang stood up to persuade him to stay.

"Lin still has important things to do, so he won't stay any longer!" Lin Qing didn't stay any longer, opened the door and walked out.

"Alright!" Zhang Luoyang didn't insist anymore, and personally sent it outside the store.

Looking at Lin Qing who disappeared into the crowd, a strange look flashed in Zhang Luoyang's eyes, he smiled coldly, turned and walked towards the store.

Half an hour later, seven or eight monks arrived in front of the Huanzhen building one after another. They went straight up to the third floor without saying hello to the servants.

Zhang Luoyang had already prepared tea, and when he saw the visitor, he hurriedly welcomed him into the private room and opened the restriction.

"Lord Zhang, why did you ask me to come here?" One of the brocade-robed men was not polite, took a sip of tea from a teacup, and then asked.

The rest of the people didn't drink tea when they heard the words, and all looked at Zhang Luoyang.

"Presumably fellow Taoists already know something about the destruction of Blood Bone Hall and Huagumen?" Zhang Luoyang pondered for a moment, then turned to look at the crowd.

"Well, what's the matter? Does Mr. Zhang have any clues about this matter?" The man in the golden robe raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.

"That's right! Everyone, please take a look." Zhang Luoyang waved his left hand to the coffee table, and there were several magic weapons exuding strong blood on it, which were exactly what Lin Qing had traded here before.

"This is... the cold blood blade of Liu Yueshan, the master of Huagumen, how could it appear in Master Zhang's hands?" The man in the brocade robe didn't shy away from it, grabbed the bone blade that was about a foot long, and looked at it with a frown. To Zhang Luoyang.