Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 69 Sorry, Artifact Refining Is Just My Entertainment Hobby

The aftermath of the explosion in the void dissipated.

The sky quickly returned to calm.

All the sects were in shock at this moment, everyone was thinking in their hearts, what would happen if they had such an army of spirit puppets?
To say that the most exciting thing is Yin Lingzi, as if in a dream, such a powerful spirit puppet was just given to me as a gift?
real or fake?

Yang Fan glanced at everyone's expressions, proudly took out a piece of Shuiyang sugar cane and chewed it.

"Hiss, Master Yang, I was blind just now, and I hope you don't take it to heart."

"Yes, Master Yang!"

...

At this moment, seeing this, all the sects quickly bowed to Yang Fan solemnly, showing their friendship.

"By the way, Master Yang, do you plan to sell this puppet? I, Kunlun, are willing to offer [-] low-grade spirit stones." Mr. Kunlun Yao rolled his eyes and asked tentatively, saluting.

Seeing this, the others hated letting this old man take the lead, while they all waited for Yang Fan to speak.

Yang Fan spat out the sugar cane bagasse, smiled and shook his head to everyone, then looked at the time, looked at Yin Lingzi and said, "Sect Master Yin, are you satisfied with this gift?"

"Satisfied, satisfied." Yin Lingzi put away his puppet with a wide smile, and nodded cheerfully.

"As long as you are satisfied, when will your ancestor worship ceremony start?" Yang Fan asked again.

"Waiting for an hour." Yin Lingzi looked at the sky, and then glanced at everyone happily, "Everyone, the spiritual porridge is ready, please move to the main hall, and the ancestor worship ceremony will start in an hour."

Zhu Zong looked at Yang Fan with regret and envy, then at Yin Lingzi who had a smile on his face, and turned back to the hall.

"Huh? This porridge?" Mr. Kunlunyao's eyes lit up when he saw the Jinling rice porridge, he quickly picked it up and took a sip. After savoring it carefully with his eyes closed, he said three good words in succession.

Seeing this, other people also picked up the Jinling rice porridge and tasted it, and the expression after that was almost the same as that of Mr. Yao.

Yang Fan's expression was indifferent, and he sat down and chewed Shuiyang sugar cane in every possible way bored.

"Sect Master Yin, which sect does this rice come from?" Someone asked curiously.

After all, almost all of the people present were foundation-building monks, and they knew that this rice was a top-grade yellow-grade spiritual rice. However, in the case of the Yin Lingzong, it is obvious that they do not have this ability, unless they encounter some kind of opportunity.

"Hehe." Yin Lingzi stroked his beard and said with a mysterious smile, "This Lingmi didn't come from the sect, but from Daoist Yang."

"What? Master Yang?" Everyone was taken aback and quickly turned their attention to Yang Fan.

"Master Yang, is this Lingmi really from you?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"That's right." Yang Fan nodded, then stretched out his hand to touch his bare chin, and said, "My main occupation is a cultivator, and as for refining weapons, it's just my hobby."

Hearing this, all the sects took a deep breath. Artifact refining is just entertainment?

At this time, Mr. Kunlun Yao hurriedly said again, "Master Yang, do you know the price of this Lingmi? Can you give me some from Kunlun?"

Damn it, why did this old guy take the lead again?
The others glared at Mr. Yao viciously, wishing they could beat this old fellow to death with a stick.

"Of course, as for the price, 25 low-grade spirit stones per catty."

"This price is innocent, I buy two thousand catties from Kunlun."

The first-class sects are different, they are so self-willed as soon as they say it, this great immortal likes it.

"No problem." Yang Fan nodded excitedly, and took out two thousand catties of golden spirit rice from the storage in front of everyone.

hiss!
Two thousand catties of golden spirit rice were suddenly piled up in the hall, everyone was stunned, and Mr. Na Yao was also stunned for a while, but he didn't think much, just took out a storage bag, and handed it to Yang Fan.

"Master Yang, please make an inventory."

Yang Fan took the storage bag and counted it with his spiritual sense, the quantity was just right, [-] low-grade spirit stones.

"Just right, happy cooperation."

Mr. Yao smiled, waved away the two thousand catties of golden spirit rice and returned to his seat.

Seeing this, the others hurried out.

"Master Yang, I also bought two thousand catties from Longhushan." Xu Yizui from Longhushan seemed to be afraid of being preempted by others, so he directly took out the counted spirit stones and handed them to Yang Fan.

"Okay." Yang Fan couldn't close his mouth happily, after counting the spirit stones, he quickly took out two thousand catties of golden spirit rice and handed it to Xu Yizui.

"Everyone, there are only two thousand catties of golden spirit rice left, how quickly you want to buy it!"

"Master Yang, I want these two thousand catties from the Blood Evil Palace."

"Master Yang, I want the remaining two thousand catties from Wan Jianmen. This is the spirit stone." Wan Jianmen Chi Xiao raised his eyebrows, and just like Xu Yizui, he directly placed the spirit stone in front of Yang Fan.

"Old Chi Xiao, do you dare to jump in line?" Wu Di of the Blood Demon Palace's complexion darkened, murderous, as if he was about to start at any time.

"What? Want to fight? Are you Chi Ye afraid that you won't succeed?" Chi Xiao snorted coldly, the sword box on his back was buzzing and trembling, as if something was about to break out of the box.

"Get out of here, old lady." At this time, the Puhui real person of Emei said abruptly, and then looked at Yang Fan after he finished speaking, "Master Yang, I want this Lingmi from Emei, and this real person wants to represent Emei and Master you Long-term cooperation, I don’t know what the master wants?”

Pratt Hui has a good face in her life, exuding the mature charm of a woman, and her voice is even more charming.

"This is your Lingmi. As for cooperation, it's easy to say, 25 low-grade Lingshi per catty." Yang Fan admired Puhui's body, took out a piece of Shuiyang sugarcane and chewed it.

"Okay." Practitioner Puhui put away the Lingmi, looked at the Shuiyang sugarcane in Yang Fan's hand, and said, "Master Yang, I wonder if this is in your hand?"

Hey, this woman actually noticed Shuiyang sugarcane, she has good eyesight!

Yang Fan chewed hard, and said, "This is just something I planted in my spare time, it's nothing magical."

"Oh? Can I have a taste?" Pratt & Whitney asked with a half-smile, his nose straightened out.

"No." Yang Fan refused very simply, without giving the other party a step.

Are you kidding me, he doesn't produce much sugarcane in Shuiyang, and I don't have enough for him, so you want to try it?What are you thinking?

When the others heard this, they immediately took a deep breath, as if they were afraid of being implicated, they quickly backed away.

"Master Yang, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly, can I trouble you to say it again?" Pu Hui's face was gentle, and his eyes were fixed on Yang Fan, but there was a faint smell on her body. murderous look.

Let me wipe, this old woman wants to be strong?

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, quickly chewed the Shuiyang sugarcane calmly, then took out a five-element spirit bomb from the storage, and tossed it for fun.

"Really, I am a little deaf. What did you say to me just now? Can you repeat it?"

Seeing the spirit bomb that was being thrown around, the real Puhui twitched his face, stared at Yang Fan stiffly for a few times, and then chuckled, "Hehe, I don't know that Master Yang's next batch of golden spirit rice When can I trade?"

The speed of women's face-changing is indeed faster than that of monkeys.

Yang Fan smacked his lips, and after a rough calculation in his heart, he said, "Trade once a month."

"Okay." Pratt Hui nodded and returned to his seat.

The last two thousand catties of Lingmi were also bought, and those who did not buy were envious and regretful.

Especially the dozen or so low-ranking sects sitting at the bottom of the main hall, who wanted to buy it but couldn't afford it, and there were first- and second-rate sects oppressing them, so it was extremely uncomfortable.

At this time, Yang Fan took advantage of the previous opportunity and hurriedly said, "Everyone, although the golden spirit rice is gone, I still have Xuan-level low-grade dragon tooth rice, a total of two thousand catties, 66 low-grade spirit stones per catty, hurry up to buy."

(Profit)
over slept!

(End of this chapter)