Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 157 The Lonely Guest

With the heroic sacrifice of the Green Copper Vermilion Python Spider Queen, this also means that the Chijin Lingsha can be officially mined.

For this reason, Yang Fan temporarily refined fifteen Xiong's troops, which were specially used to mine Chijin Lingsha.

Bai Jie and the investigation team assisted.

At the same time, Ke Yang was asked to set up a teleportation array here.

After all, the Chijin Lingsha Mine is very large, and it cannot be mined in a day or two. In addition to the long distance, it is very necessary to arrange a teleportation array.

Facing such a long distance is a bit challenging for Ke Yang.

Therefore, Yang Fan also understood that he did not say that the teleportation array must be sent back to the farm directly, as long as the distance is not far away.

With his words, Ke Yang was completely relieved, and even patted the fat on his belly, confidently assuring.

After dealing with trivial matters, he took the red gold spirit sand that had just been sent out, and started repairing and retraining Gailun.

……

At the same time, Xiannong Pavilion.

A crooked old man leaning on a walking stick walked into Xiannong Pavilion with the support of a boy.

"Senior, welcome to Xiannong Pavilion. Is there anything I can do for you?" An Miao walked over and greeted politely.

The old man didn't speak, he just glanced at An Miao with his cloudy eyes, and then he scanned the Lingmi warehouses on the first floor one by one, until he saw the Binghun rice, he stopped suddenly.

This ice soul rice is in an inconspicuous corner, and it is not for sale at present. The reason why it is placed here is to give people the feeling that there are many kinds of spirit rice.

The usual customers are almost all Benjinling rice and Longya rice. As for the ice soul rice, few people ask, even if there are, they just ask casually.

An Miao saw that the old man was silent and was about to ask again, when the old man walked directly to the spiritual warehouse where the ice soul rice was stored with the boy's support.

Opening the coffin, he grabbed a handful of ice soul rice with his skinny hand and smelled it under his nose. The next second, his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned to look at An Miao excitedly.

"What... is this rice called? How do you sell it?" His voice was hoarse and harsh, which made people feel a little eerie after hearing it.

Although An Miao felt a little uncomfortable, she said out of politeness, "Senior, this rice is called Binghun rice. As for...the price, I'm sorry, it's not for sale now, but we have other Lingmi rice here, which are very good. You see..."

"Ice Soul rice..." the old man murmured, and then with that resolute tone, he shook his walking stick lightly on the floor, "No need, I want this ice soul rice, let's make an offer!"

"Senior, this..." An Miao didn't know how to explain it, and she was a little annoyed at the old man in her heart for being so ignorant.

At this time, An Qian, who had been paying attention on the bar, hurried over, winked at An Miao, and then smiled politely, "Senior, although this ice soul rice is not for sale, it is not impossible to sell it. After all, people are alive, rules are dead, but we only have two catties of this rice, and it is not for sale, the price you see..."

"Needless to say, I have a lot of spirit stones. Let's wrap up these two catties!" The old man said boldly, showing that he didn't care about money at all.

"Okay, senior, please wait a moment." An Qian nodded with a smile, and then urged An Miao to quickly pack up two catties of ice soul rice.

"Senior, plus the record-breaking one hundred spirit stones, there are five hundred low-grade spirit stones in total."

The old man was expressionless, and waved his hand to put away the ice soul rice.

The boy who helped him was very clever, and quickly took out 500 yuan of low-grade spirit stones to pay the bill.

An Qian thought that the old man was going to leave, but she turned around and walked up to the second floor.

He is old and doesn't talk too much.

At first glance, it looks like a master who has pretended to be for many years.

"Sister, this old man is really weird!" An Miao muttered softly.

An Qian glared at An Miao quickly after hearing this, "Don't talk nonsense!"

After finishing speaking, he remembered something again, and quickly took out two catties of ice soul rice from the storage bag and handed it to An Miao, "Put this rice into the spiritual rice warehouse."

An Miao froze for a moment, then showed a wicked smile.

The second floor.

Yingzi is refining weapons in the refining room.

Yang Huaqing wiped the shelves with the fur made by monsters, very seriously, over and over again.

The old man came up with the help of the boy.

Yang Huaqing quickly stopped, ran over with a smile, quickly glanced at the old man and the boy, and asked politely, "Welcome, what do you need, senior?"

The old man was still extremely cold, ignored Yang Huaqing, and browsed around with the boy's support.

"Ninth grade Huang rank spiritual soldier!?" The old man paused.

Shouldn't such a high-level spirit soldier be the finale?Why is it placed so casually?

Smack your lips and continue to look down.

Holy crap, another ninth-rank spiritual soldier of the yellow rank!
The old man paused again, but he thought, maybe the Xiannong Pavilion's arrangement of this precious spiritual weapon is just a way to attract customers' attention!

Heh, although this way of selling is very effective, it is useless for people like me who have experienced big storms!

He smiled dismissively, and then looked down.

A ninth-rank spiritual soldier of the Huang rank.

"Hiss, I still don't believe it." The old man muttered unconvinced, looking at the next item.

"This... is this a mysterious spirit soldier?"

……

Soon, as the old man looked through the shelves on the second floor, he was completely confused.

The Ninth Grade Huang Rank Spirit Soldiers turned out to be the hottest ones!

"Senior, do you have a crush?" Yang Huaqing asked with a smile.

The old man wriggled his throat, resisting the shock in his heart, "I... am watching!"

Yang Huaqing didn't speak, but followed behind.

After a long time, the old man chose a first-grade gourd of the Xuan rank.

Pay the bill and go to the third floor.

Although the third floor is not officially open, the door is not closed.

The entire hall was empty, there were no salespersons, and there were only a few bottles of pills pitifully placed on the shelves.

Yang Ting is making alchemy in an alchemist, and she is at a critical moment.

The old man thought about it, and finally walked in.

Looking at the pills on the shelf.

"Huh? Dragon Essence Tiger Ferocious Pill?" The old man was a little curious about the name, picked up the medicine bottle and smelled it, and then picked up the note introducing the pill.

"Dragon Essence Tiger Ferocious Pill, the fifth product of the yellow rank, can nourish the kidney-yang qi perfectly and without sequelae after swallowing, regardless of age. (Friendly reminder, the effect is best for older people.)"

Seeing this, the old man's excited body shook, he glanced down, and put away the Dragon Essence Tiger Pill without hesitation.

"Pay!"

The boy was stunned for a moment, but without saying anything, he took out the storage bag, but he didn't know how many spirit stones should be placed.

"One thousand low-grade spirit stones." The old man thought for a while and said in a deep voice.

Pay the bill and go up to the fourth floor.

As soon as they walked away, Yang Ting came out of the alchemy room on the back, and when she saw the low-grade spirit stones worth 1000 yuan on the shelf, she was stunned.

Fourth floor.

Zhen Youcai was lying down and dreaming about Ji Xiaoyan in every possible way.

When the old man came, he just glanced at it and continued to fantasize.

The old man didn't say anything, he didn't bother to talk anyway.

Check it out with the help of the boy.

The first thing he saw was the male spirit puppet. He was a little surprised at the realism, but that was all.

But as he walked further in, until he saw those female puppets, his brain slammed and he fell into a state of deafness for a short time.

After more than 30 seconds, he recovered, his eyes lit up, he broke free from the boy's support, and strode forward

"This...how could this be so...realistic!" the old man tremblingly asked himself, while poking the arm of one of the female spirit puppets with his finger.

"What are you doing? Why are you poking around?" Zhen Youcai shouted with his eyes wide open.

Regarding Zhen Youcai's attitude, the old man was not angry. He withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and asked with obscene excitement, "Ahem, do you support custom-made?"

"What... are you doing?" Zhen Youcai asked with a foxy face.

"Ahem, if possible, I'd like to order one. The appearance is according to this. The spirit stone is not a problem." The old man did not answer Zhen Youcai's question, but directly took out a scroll from his arms.

Zhen Youcai looked at the woman in the portrait, and vaguely felt that he had seen it somewhere, but couldn't remember it for a while.

After thinking about it, I simply didn't want to.

"It can be made to order, [-] spirit stones, and the goods will be picked up in three days."

The old man was overjoyed when he heard that, and quickly called the boy, took the storage bag and took out [-] spirit stones and put them in front of Zhen Youcai.

"Then it's time to work, I'll come back in three days, old man, and I'll take my leave!"

Close the words, the old man left directly.

A cool batch.

Zhen Youcai looked at the [-] spirit stones in front of him and paused.

He just said this price casually, but he didn't expect the other party to actually give it to him!

Put away the spirit stone and look at the stairs on the fourth floor.

"Old driver!"

　There are not many cold words, let's vote... "The Corpse Fairy of Immortals"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)