Mortal Ascension

"Fuck, seventy bottles of pills? I've never seen so many high-grade pills in my life!"

Someone exclaimed and said, he looked at Wang Qingshan with envy and unwillingness on his face, and there was also a trace of jealousy and hatred hidden. He was also on the sixth level of Qi training, and he had never seen it in his life, but he could easily take it out. What a difference. so big.

"It's too arrogant. I thought that there were only a few thousand spirit stones in the number of monks in the Qi training state. Then I can imagine that the net worth of these sect disciples can be comparable to those in the foundation establishment state."

Someone sighed and said that the voice was neither loud nor low, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Some disciples of the sect glared at this man, but although the old man was stooped, he had a nine-level cultivation of qi, and he didn't care about the anger of the disciples of the sect, he ate and drank food and wine.

There was a strange look in the eyes of some monks, and they whispered to themselves, since these sect disciples are so rich, why not do a good deed of robbing the rich and helping the poor.

Many people in the sect felt the eyes of some monks, and their faces were ugly, but they still didn't want to give up the millennium stone milk, and planned to join forces with their fellow disciples to see if they had the opportunity to continue bidding.

Wang Qingshan looked at the old man who had just provoked dissension with a shocked expression. He must have admitted the wrong person!

How could it be him?

How can an old guy who seems to live soon improve his cultivation faster than him.

"Friend Daoist, do you really have seventy bottles of pills?"

The masked man asked Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan ignored it, he was still immersed in the shock of seeing the old man.

This old man was exactly Qi Buyi, the fourth-level qi trainer who came out from Tai'anfang City and chased him down. He said that he would never return empty-handed, and blacked out that handsome man.

An old guy, I haven't seen him for more than two years, his cultivation is due to taking a big tonic, why is he running so violently?

Maybe Wang Qingshan stared at it for too long, Qi Buyi, who was eating and drinking, looked up suspiciously, saw that it was the cultivator wearing the green leaf faceless mask, knew that this was a fierce man, smiled, lowered his head and continued to eat .

"Friend Daoist, are you trying to amuse me?"

Seeing that Wang Qingshan didn't answer, the masked man deliberately raised his voice and said with some spiritual energy.

Wang Qingshan came back to his senses suddenly, seeing the masked man was a little angry, he hurriedly cupped his hands and apologized and said, "I'm being rude, fellow daoist, I would like to exchange seventy bottles of elixir for thousand-year stone milk."

"Do you have seventy bottles of pills?"

asked the masked man.

Qi training period disciples, who is free to carry so many pills with them, even those who are strong in the foundation establishment state are rare.

"Haha, I'm an alchemist, just some pills, not just handy."

As Wang Qingshan said, he casually took out forty or fifty bottles of elixirs from the jade slips stored in them, and placed them on the ground. The elixirs in each jade bottle were plump and ruddy, full of aura, and with such a large quantity, Some monks saw it, and their breathing became a lot faster.

"Alchemist! Really powerful,"

Someone said in admiration.

"Could it be that he is a genius cultivated by a big force? Not to mention that he has entered Xiaocheng's magic arts and secret arts, even alchemy is so strong."

"It turns out that the alchemist is here, so let's compete with each other, it's really unlucky."

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Not only the rest of the disciples of the Sanxiu family were helpless, but also some disciples of the sect showed unwillingness. No matter how many pills they had in their hands, could they compare with an alchemist?

And seeing that the pills that the other party took out were not bad, it was estimated that they were at least an alchemist who had reached a small level of success.

A small success in spells and a small success in alchemy made many people seriously suspect that Wang Qingshan was a genius specially trained by a big force.

The masked man nodded and remained silent.It seems to be considering, and possibly waiting, to see if other bids are made.

Wang Qingshan felt a little emotional, if it wasn't for the fact that when he was refining pills in Fengquan Mountains some time ago, his alchemy rate was higher than that of alchemists of the same level of Xiaocheng realm, otherwise he would not have intercepted so many pills.

But in fact, Wang Qingshan only has 47 pills in his hands, which is still a little short of the [-] bottles of pills mentioned.But as long as you let them believe that you are an alchemist, it will be easy to handle, at worst, give a few more bottles afterwards.

Qin Longhu looked at Wang Qingshan very unkindly, and at the same time, there was a strong sense of greed.

This guy turned out to be an alchemist, so don't beat him to death after that, it would be better to capture him alive and become an alchemy slave.

After a while, no one was able to produce more than [-] bottles of elixirs. Some monks took out some spiritual objects used by the monks in the Foundation Establishment Realm. In terms of value, they were not inferior to [-] bottles of elixirs.

But the masked man shook his head, he only agreed to exchange for the pill.

Seeing that no one came out with more pills, the masked man looked at Wang Qingshan and said, "That friend, let's find a time to exchange, or now"

Before the masked man finished speaking, suddenly several figures rushed out, some rushed towards Wang Qingshan's brimming pills on the ground, and some rushed towards the masked man.

"court death!"

Before Wang Qingshan had time to be happy, he saw someone disturbing the situation and couldn't help being furious. The spiritual power of his hands was concentrated, and the two big kun hands emitted terrifying spiritual power fluctuations, stirring the spiritual energy of the entire third floor, and slapped several people brazenly.

bang bang bang...

Three casual practitioners on the seventh floor of qi training spurted blood and flew out backwards, and a monk on the eighth floor of qi training was shaken back step by step, stepping out holes in the third floor, and the second floor's exclamation could be vaguely heard Voice.

"Fellow daoists, don't you just sit back and watch them break the rules of the exchange meeting!"

Repelling four late-stage Qi training monks with one move, Wang Qingshan's momentum greatly increased, and he took a step forward, even if he was very strong, he did not take back the elixir, and he showed two Dakun hands, and said in a cold voice.

"Go!"

The disciples of Tai'an Sect took the lead in attacking those monks who violated the rules, and the rest of the monks, whether they wanted to or not, used Taoism.

Two of the three seven-level qi practitioners were killed by random techniques, and one escaped by chance.

The cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training has already fled away, and none of the spells hit him.

On the other side, the monks who wanted to rob the masked man would be miserable. Three old men of the ninth level of qi training suddenly appeared, protecting the masked man, and killed all those who wanted to rob. Lived in all the monks.

When the monks who wanted to snatch the treasure ran away, the whole third floor suddenly became quiet, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. The masked man glanced at the others coldly, as if wanting to see who else dared to make a move.

"No, you can't go in, it's full of distinguished guests,"

"Get out, Ma De, I'm almost scared to death, I'm going to skin them alive today and feed them to the dogs."

The sound of quarreling sounded outside the door on the third floor.

Because of the fierce fighting just now, the simple sound-isolating formation was destroyed a lot, so the outside sound came here.

bang bang bang,

Two strong men guarding the door were knocked down and tumbled down the stairs.

The door was kicked open with a bang, and two mortal masters of the rivers and lakes walked in, followed by a man in a splendid costume.

Beside the man in Chinese clothes, there was a three-level Qi training monk with an arrogant expression. The last one who walked in was a woman in a white dress with a long piano in her arms, and a maid in a tunic.