Retrograde fairy way

"Fellow Daoist Huyan, don't you want to make a deal? Why do you make such a request?" Yang Weihong's expression froze, and he was a little bit honest, but there was a hint of uneasiness in his narrowed eyes.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Yang was just joking. The transaction is naturally a matter of your own will. If your bank doesn't have it, then I won't force it. It's just that the wind and sand are uncertain, so I can only continue to follow the old man!" Wang Mo smiled slightly, Noncommittal.

But he sneered endlessly in his heart. Yang Weihong's previous performance was by no means simple. If he didn't give him some ruthlessness, maybe the other party would cause him some trouble.

"Fellow Daoist Huyan, you..." Seeing him like this, Yang Weihong couldn't say anything, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, Fellow Daoist Huyan, wait a moment, I want to discuss this matter with my brother one time!"

Wang Mo nodded noncommittally, and stretched out his hand slightly to signal the other party to be free: "I hope Fellow Daoist Yang will not discuss for too long, the old man is in a hurry to go back to retreat and practice!"

Yang Weihong, who was about to step out of the room, froze, turned around and cupped his hands slightly to Wang Mo, and then went out.

Looking at the closing door, a cold light flashed in Wang Mo's eyes.

Ever since Lu Fengluo appeared at Lieyang Store, he felt something was wrong.

But looking at Lu Fengluo's performance every time he appeared, he was completely a stupid pig with no brains, unable to understand the situation.

Then he called out 'Senior Brother Jiang'. Thinking of the cloud with a ghostly face printed on Lu Fengluo's sleeve and Yang Weihong's speech and behavior, Wang Mo made a seemingly impossible request.

But it happened to be such an impossible request that the other party agreed to discuss with his elder brother, otherwise there was something tricky about it.

Wang Mo's eyes flashed with thought, and he drank tea silently. This was not a battle of skills, but a battle of patience and wisdom.

……

Just as Wang Mo was thinking, Yang Weihong came to the small courtyard again and discussed with Jiang Zhenhua.

"Senior Brother Jiang, Hu Yanlie actually offered Wuding Fengsha as a deal!" Yang Weihong frowned tightly, and said all about what happened in the box before.

"Oh?" Jiang Zhenhua was also quite surprised, but thinking of the treasure he had been looking for for a long time, he couldn't help asking: "What treasure does he want?"

"Blood soul red spirit iron!" Yang Weihong was a little nervous and said every word.

He was very aware of the preciousness of this item, if Jiang Zhenhua did not agree, they could only make preparations.

"What? What a big appetite!" Jiang Zhenhua also seemed taken aback, his complexion changed: "Has this Hu Yanlie noticed something? Why do you want this blood soul red spirit iron alone? You must know that this treasure is in my blood. Among the Soul Sect, only the core disciples can have it, and the production is so rare that it is more precious than ordinary fourth-order spiritual objects!"

"Probably not. It's just that junior brother Lu's sudden appearance should have aroused his suspicion. This old boy has always been cunning, but he can't guess everything. Moreover, he has been collecting various refining materials for a while. According to what he said, it is really Prepare to refine a treasure!" Yang Weihong thought for a while, a little uncertain.

Although he has dealt with Huyanlie for a hundred years, he is still a little uncertain at this time, and he always feels that something has changed in 'Huyanlie'.

"Hmph, forget it. Although the blood soul and red spirit iron are precious, I still have a little bit. The indeterminate wind and sand give me the most important thing now!" Jiang Zhenhua's eyes flashed with thought, and finally he snorted coldly and flicked his wrist slightly. Turning it over, a dark red brilliance flashed in his hand, and a jade box appeared.

Seeing the jade box, Yang Weihong's eyes flashed with greed, but he kept it in the deepest part of his heart cautiously, because he knew that if he spoiled Jiang Zhenhua's affairs by greedy for ink, his blood would probably be stained with him.

Yang Weihong stepped forward to take the jade box, put it in the storage ring, and was about to say goodbye when Jiang Zhenhua frowned, and took out a scarlet jade slip.

On the jade slip, black light mist can be vaguely seen, and there is a gloomy chill mixed with blood.

"Unexpectedly, I can't help it so soon!" Jiang Zhenhua said coldly with a flash of disdain in his eyes.

Looking at the jade slip, Yang Weihong showed understanding, nodded slightly at Jiang Zhenhua, and then left the room, leaving Jiang Zhenhua alone to stare at the jade slip and sneer endlessly.

.......

Wang Mo, who was sitting and drinking tea, saw Yang Weihong walking in with a serious face, he couldn't help putting down his teacup, and asked, "How is the discussion between Daoist Yang and City Lord Yang going?"

"Hehe, it's a good luck not to be disgraceful!" Yang Weihong took out a jade box from his hands, put it on the coffee table, and signaled Wang Mo to check it out.

Wang Mo was not polite, and he took off the talisman and seal on it, and the lid of the box was swollen by the fluctuation of the vitality of the treasure inside.

Looking around, I saw a thumb-sized treasure lying in the jade box, with golden lines on it, and an irregular dark red treasure as a whole.

Seeing this treasure, Wang Mo's eyes flashed with joy, it was the Blood Soul Scarlet Spirit Iron that he had not been able to find for a long time, but there was only this little thing, which made him a little dissatisfied: "Yang Daoyou, you are not here Are you fooling me?"

At that time, Sun Mingyun once said that the blood soul red spirit iron is only unique to the blood soul sect in the Demon Realm, and it is quite scarce.

"Fellow Daoist Huyan, my brother managed to get this blood soul red spirit iron, not to mention Zhongyang City, I'm afraid the outside world will find it hard to find it. To get this, my brother spent a lot of treasures in exchange for it!" Yang Weihong saw him Dissatisfied, he quickly explained.

"Forget it!" Wang Mo's complexion changed for a while, the palm of his hand lightly touched the Blood Soul Red Spirit Iron, feeling the coolness conveyed by it, thinking about how to use this treasure.

"I don't know what kind of treasure you want to refine?" Looking at Wang Mo with a happy face, Yang Weihong asked tentatively.

"Hehe, this is Unfixed Sandstorm. Fellow Daoist Yang will check it out and take out the remaining refining materials, but the old man is going back!" Hearing this, Wang Mo was stunned, then reacted with a slight smile, and took out a jade box with his palms turned , change the subject.

But in my heart, I secretly reminded myself that when faced with something that I couldn't find for a long time, there would be times when I lost my mind.

"Alright!" Seeing his avoidance, Yang Weihong didn't want to ask any more questions, so he opened the jade box, and after confirming that it was Wuding Sandstorm, he took out a storage bag from his bosom and handed it to Wang Mo .

After receiving the storage bag, Wang Mo stuffed it into his arms without even looking at it, got up and bid farewell to Yang Weihong and left.

In this regard, Yang Weihong was not good at keeping him, so he had to send him out in person.

After sending 'Huyanlie' away, Yang Weihong hurriedly walked inside, and came to the inconspicuous courtyard again.

After offering the sound-transmitting jade talisman, Yang Weihong entered it not long after, and handed over the jade box containing the unfixed wind and sand to Jiang Zhenhua.

As soon as he saw the jade box, Jiang Zhenhua couldn't wait to open it. When the golden treasure like stars appeared in it, Jiang Zhenhua finally couldn't help but raised his head and laughed loudly: "Haha, good, good, good!" ! This sect is in love!"

"It's right to do things for Brother Jiang!" Yang Weihong said with a straight face.

"Junior Brother Yang is not going to Lu Fengluo's place for the time being, our sect has imposed restrictions on the periphery!" After a while, Jiang Zhenhua calmed down, put away the jade box and instructed.

"Oh? Brother Jiang means, Junior Brother Lu... No, Lu Fengluo has started to advance?" Yang Weihong asked with a face full of questions.

"That's right, when he succeeds in advancing, our sect will sacrifice and refine it again, and the Xuanmo Nine Soul Puppet will be successfully refined. At that time, the chance of our sect breaking through to Nascent Soul to survive the catastrophe will increase by several tenths! "Jiang Zhenhua nodded slightly.

"Congratulations, senior brother, congratulations senior brother, Yuanying is just around the corner!" Yang Weihong hurriedly stood up, saluted, and congratulated in haste.

"Where, where, it's all thanks to Brother Ling and Junior Brother Yang that this sect's secret technique can progress so quickly!" Jiang Zhenhua said modestly.

"Then Junior Brother won't bother you, take your leave!" Yang Weihong cupped his hands slightly, and then exited the room.

Not long after Yang Weihong left, Jiang Zhenhua's body flashed with brilliance, he quickly stopped his whereabouts, and quietly left the room.

……

In another elegant small courtyard inside Zhongyang Commercial Bank, a series of obscure gray-red bars flickered outside. People passing by here turned away without even looking at it, as if they didn't notice it at all.

The exotic flowers and plants planted in the courtyard look beautiful on the outside, but in places invisible to the naked eye, there is an invisible silk thread that is pulling the vitality in their bodies, overflowing into the houses in the courtyard.

Bursts of insignificant roars and chills swelled out of the room, but they were all isolated in this room.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a clear roar came from the room, as if something was being suppressed, there were waves of strange vitality fluctuations, and ripples in the turbulent air.

Just when the ripples were about to break through the surrounding restrictions, a dark red brilliance flashed in the air, and a figure appeared, it was Jiang Zhenhua.

Looking at the courtyard where fluctuations were coming out from time to time, Jiang Zhenhua smiled coldly, and swung a restraint with his right hand towards the courtyard, driving back all the surging waves.

With a slight movement of his body, he walked into the courtyard, and those restrained brilliance automatically stepped aside, as if they were welcoming Jiang Zhenhua.

Not seeing his footsteps, the phantom came to the door in a flash, the door opened automatically, and suddenly a gust of cold wind blew out, mixed with howling ghosts and wolves, which made people shudder.

Jiang Zhenhua didn't seem to notice it, and he narrowed his eyes slightly enjoying it, took a few sniffs, and then looked inside.

I saw that the originally magnificent house was now full of mess, surrounded by black and red mist, and bursts of bloody air surged.

Lying on the ground were seven shriveled corpses that looked like dead wood. Seeing that there were no torn clothes on their bodies, they were obviously four women and three men. The protruding eyeballs and the wide open mouth revealed the empty throat inside. The scratches on their bodies and the ubiquitous scratches on the ground all showed the pain they had experienced during their lifetime.

Especially those three mummified corpses dressed in men's clothing, there is a hole in the dantian, and it is obvious that the contents inside were forcibly taken away by someone.

There was a person sitting upright on the inner bed, his whole body was surrounded by dark red mist, a round but somewhat mottled golden pill was floating above his head, surrounded by three mottled fake pills, it was Lu Fengluo this person.

Depending on the situation, I don't know what kind of magic power this Lu Fengluo is practicing, but he killed the four maids and three guards, and took their fake pills to practice.