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"Little brother, I do have what you want, but the soul-condensing cloth and psychic bamboo are officially prohibited items, and our store doesn't have much stock!"

When Qian Wanxin heard this, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he said with a look of embarrassment.

"Brother Qian, don't be too pretentious. Is this price enough?"

Chu Yan didn't say any more and took out three bottles of spiritual liquid.

Qian Wanxin's eyes flashed when he saw the jade bottle. He took it into his hand and pulled out the stopper from the mouth of the bottle. Suddenly a rich aroma overflowed. The old man in gray robe immediately put the stopper back with a look of shock on his face.

"This is?"

"Third-grade spiritual liquid!"

Chu Yan said lightly that since he entered the late stage of Qi training, the spiritual liquid produced by Xiaoding has been automatically promoted to the third level.

"My little brother is really generous!"

Qian Wanxin was shocked. The value of the third-grade spiritual liquid was far beyond that of the first-grade spiritual liquid. The higher the grade of the spiritual liquid, the more difficult it was to prepare and the higher the value. Moreover, the spiritual liquid that Chu Yan took out was different from that of the first-grade spiritual liquid. There is almost no difference between the third-grade spiritual fluids born in nature.

"The soul-condensing cloth is two feet long and wide, and the psychic bamboo is three feet long. Plus a soul-raising bottle, that should be enough, right?"

"Here, little brother, the three bottles of spiritual liquid are still missing!"

Qian Wanxin looked confused and confused.

"Boss Qian, do you want to deceive the two of us because we don't understand the market? The supply of third-grade natural spiritual liquid is in short supply on the market. We need these three materials, and we need at most two bottles of natural spiritual liquid. I only buy it from you because you are Linlanglou. Just a good reputation! ”

"Haha, I didn't expect that the girl is a knowledgeable person. Qian is disrespectful. I won't ask for more of the three ingredients and three bottles of natural spiritual liquid!"

Qian Wanxin smiled awkwardly, and his evaluation of Liu Yueying became a little higher in his heart, and he walked into the back hall in person.

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Qian Wanxin walked out with a smile on his face, and with a flash of light in his hand, three jade boxes appeared on the table.

Opening them one by one, there was a three-foot-long dark blue bamboo as thick as a baby's wrist, a piece of black cloth folded five or six layers, and a small transparent bottle lying among them.

"Little brother, these are the three items you want. What do you think?"

"Yes, Brother Qian, there are some magic weapons, elixirs and books here. Can you exchange them for spiritual stones for me?"

Chu Yan's hand flashed with light, and the three items disappeared, he said.

"sure!"

"Thank you so much, Brother Qian!"

Chu Yan smiled faintly, and the next moment a light flashed from his waist, and things kept falling from it, including magic weapons, elixirs, and classics, and finally they piled up into a small mountain.

Qian Wanxin's eyes twitched...

After a while, this pile of things was converted into 23,000 spirit stones and entered Chu Yan's pocket. These things were captured by Chu Yan after killing the killers. Chu Yan left in a great mood.

"Is this boy's master a great cultivator of the devil?"

Watching Chu Yan and Liu Yueying leave, the smile on Qian Wanxin's face froze.

Soul-condensing cloth and psychic bamboo are necessary items for demon cultivators to refine a dangerous treasure, the 'Ten Thousand Ghost Banners', so they are not allowed to be bought or sold in the market at the foot of the Yuhua Sect. This kid's The identity is absolutely extraordinary.

"Miss Liu, come and take a look, how does this magical weapon look like?"

On the street, Chu Yan walked to a stall on the roadside, picked up a green wood hairpin and said to Liu Yueying.

"A low-grade magic weapon has basically no attack power. Your vision is really bad..."

Liu Yueying said with some disdain.

"I just think this wooden hairpin is more beautiful and suits you very well, Miss Liu. If you don't like it, forget it!"

Chu Yan was a little disappointed, but suddenly he felt his hands were empty, and Liu Yueying's light words rang in his ears:

"Who said I don't want it!"