Starting Liver Proficiency from Alchemy

Chapter 92 Three Drops (Subscription 35)

"Qiankun bag?"

After He Fangwei was slightly stunned, he immediately reacted and widened his eyes.

"The Qiankun bag, do you have a Qiankun bag on you?"

It's no wonder he was surprised. Even ordinary foundation-building monks don't necessarily have a Qiankun bag. It's a storage device, but it's also a status symbol.

Generally, only the late monks of the Foundation Establishment Stage or the Golden Core Stage will have Qiankun Bags.

Seeing Han Yi nodding, He Fangwei's view of Han Yi refreshed again.

"Fellow Daoist, are you going to sell the Cosmos Bag?"

He asked again uncertainly.

Han Yi nodded silently, and then took out the Qiankun bag.

Before coming to Chiyangfang City, he had already taken out the purple jade box containing the blood bone spirit flower from the Qiankun bag and put it in his storage bag.

He Fangwei caught the Qiankun bag with both hands, and carefully appraised it.

After a while, he nodded affirmatively: "It is indeed a Qiankun bag. Although the space inside it is not large, it belongs to the lowest level of Qiankun bag, but it is also a Qiankun bag."

"Tsk tsk, fellow daoist, there are really a lot of treasures."

Han Yi's expression remained unchanged: "Shopkeeper He, give me an estimate."

He Fangwei did not evaluate the price immediately, but stood up again: "Fellow Daoist, wait a moment, I have to ask for instructions."

After speaking, he walked out of the quiet room as before.

After a cup of tea, he came back again.

"Fellow Daoist, are you planning to replace the four extreme sun spiritual objects that you just took out with this Qiankun bag?"

Han Yi nodded, this was his purpose, otherwise why would he take out the Qiankun bag.

"Since it is a replacement, it is equivalent to selling and buying."

"Since fellow daoists have come so many times, they trust the Kowloon shop. My master has said that we can give fellow daoists the greatest discount for this transaction."

"Just now I heard what fellow Daoist said, that he has taken a fancy to Pure Yang Spiritual Liquid. You have a good eye. Pure Yang Spiritual Liquid is the most expensive among these spiritual things, and its compatibility is the best. When refining alchemy, accidents are the fewest. , much loved."

Having said that, He Fangwei's expression straightened.

"Then, if Fellow Daoist chooses to exchange for Pure Yang Spiritual Liquid, you can exchange for three drops of Spiritual Liquid."

He Fangwei made a gesture of three.

"This is already the biggest discount. For this business, I have the right to treat it as a favor from a Kowloon shop. I even paid a handling fee, just to maintain the trust relationship with my fellow practitioners."

"Look, how is it?"

Han Yi didn't believe that He Fangwei's "lost the handling fee" was a single punctuation mark. He Fangwei had heard the words "no money at all" at least four times.

But he didn't show such an expression of disbelief. Instead, he looked happy and said sincerely: "Then I have to thank shopkeeper He, and thank the owner of your store."

They are all old foxes, and they can still be friends if they don't expose each other. If they expose each other, they will be slapped in the face on the spot.

Han Yi didn't want to find a store to do business again, and it was not easy to establish trust between the two parties.

Seeing Han Yi nodding, the deal was concluded, and He Fangwei couldn't help but smile.

"The universe bag, this is the universe bag, fellow daoist is willing to take it out, really, really..."

He Fangwei unexpectedly found it difficult to choose the appropriate words to describe him.

Han Yi's heart suddenly moved: "Shopkeeper He, why do you think the Qiankun bag is so valuable?"

He Fangwei was not afraid of Han Yi's rebuttal, holding a small Qiankun bag, his eyes flickered.

"Friend Daoist, you don't know something now."

"The so-called Qiankun bag is a bag with Qiankun inside. The reason why it is so valuable is not because it has enough space, but because it involves another more valuable thing."

"Another more valuable thing?" Han Yi wondered.

"Yes, that is, the magic weapon."

When it comes to the word 'magic weapon', He Fangwei feels emotional.

"That's a magic weapon."

"Although the difference between a magic weapon and a magic weapon is only one word, its power is like a bright sun to an ant, which is incomparable."

"Generally, the strong ones in the Foundation Establishment Stage, even the Golden Core Stage, and even some great monks in the Early Nascent Soul Stage, all use magic weapons."

"The reason why the magic weapon is related to the universe bag is because the storage conditions of the magic weapon are relatively harsh. If you use a storage bag to store it, it is not impossible. If it is fine for a short time, but in the long run, it will cause damage to the magic weapon. damage, and even reverse its power."

"And if you store it in a Qiankun bag, you won't have this problem."

"Fellow Daoists don't need to ask why, this old man doesn't know. Maybe only the foundation-building monks who have magic weapons understand the reason."

After He Fangwei finished speaking, although Han Yi still had some doubts on his face, he still had a preliminary understanding of the connection between the magic weapon and the Qiankun bag. The deeper reason, after he reached the foundation building period, he would naturally have the opportunity to understand.

After a while.

Han Yi came out of the Kowloon shop, with uncontrollable excitement hidden on his calm face.

Even because the things on his body are too important and related to his immortality, his eyes are extremely vigilant.

After leaving Chiyangfang City, he met a middle-aged man as soon as he went up to Qinglong Peak.

The middle-aged man was dressed in white and stood on the most precipitous edge of Qinglong Peak. This place is not Qinglong Cliff where you can watch the sea of ​​clouds, but a steep and strange rock that protrudes.

A few tens of meters away, Han Yi noticed that his eyes were on him.

The consciousness in this look, it is obvious that he is here, waiting for himself.

Although Han Yi was anxious to go back to the courtyard, he hurriedly used the extreme sun spirit to refine the blood bone spirit flower, and took it to transform his own bones.

But at this moment, he still walked forward respectfully.

Because this middle-aged man is the suzerain of Xuandan Sect, Yuan Shun whom he met more than three years ago.

"I have never met any spies from the Blood God Sect again, nor have I reported them. I have even followed the rules within the sect. I don't know why Sect Master Yuan is looking for me."

"Recently, I went to the Wanyao Mountain Range, but I didn't do anything out of the ordinary."

"No, I killed several monks from the Blood God Sect. Could it be that Yuan Shun was there?"

"By the way, and just now, he sold the Qiankun bag and bought the pure Yang spiritual liquid. Could it be that this incident caught his attention? Did it come so quickly?"

At this moment, many thoughts and conjectures flashed through Han Yi's mind.

But it didn't show on his face.

He stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Disciple Han Yi, pay homage to the suzerain."

Yuan Shun stood on the steep and strange rock, dressed in white, which did not bulge because of the high mountain, but the space around him was calm without any disturbance.

"In the outskirts of the Wanyao Mountain Range, Han Xuxiao is the one chasing after you, right?"

Yuan Shun looked at Han Yi and said, his eyes fell on the Yingying Sword on Han Yi's waist, and a gleam of light flashed.

Han Yi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be this matter.

"The disciple also thinks so." Han Yi did not deny it.

"For Han Xuxiao to chase and kill you, and even escaped unharmed, should you say that you are lucky, or that you are not weak?"

This time, what Yuan Shun said was interrogative sentences.

(End of this chapter)