Qixun and Yu Liuchuan had been fighting each other for a year, and Shenxiu's reaction was almost instinctive. Even if she didn't hear the female cultivator's previous words about buying the Qingling Flower, this kind of snatching was tantamount to an attack, so she subconsciously stepped back and stepped aside.

Her footwork was so smooth that neither the male or female master nor the female cultivator from Linglong Pavilion could see how she got out of the way.

The female cultivator who snatched the spiritual flower thought that it would be a sure thing to take the flower from Qixun's hand, but unexpectedly she took it away from her.

I didn't get the flowers, and the people were gone, so I was a little confused for a moment.

Qixun didn't want to argue with anyone, and he had already received the purchased goods, so he nodded to the female cultivator in Linglong Pavilion and planned to go to the second floor to find his master.

As a result, the female cultivator who took the flower saw Qi Xun was about to leave and said hurriedly: "Stop!"

Qixun ignored it and went straight to the stairs on the second floor.

Seeing this, the female cultivator stretched out her hand and grabbed Qixun.

Qixun felt the attack from behind and dodged again at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Then he turned around and said with a cold face: "You attacked me?"

The female cultivator of Linglong Pavilion also reacted at this time and said hurriedly: "There is a serious fight in Linglong Pavilion, and fighting is never allowed in the city! Fellow Taoist, if you take action again, I will report it to the city's law enforcement team!"

The female monk said: "Who said I attacked him? I just wanted to buy the Millennium Qingling Flower. Why, your Linglong Pavilion doesn't sell it?"

The female monk from Linglong Pavilion said: "This Qingling Flower has been purchased by that Taoist friend. Even if the senior wants to buy it, he should not directly take the thing from the hands of our distinguished guest."

The female cultivator glared at Qixun. She also knew the rules in the city. She endured it and then asked the female cultivator of Linglong Pavilion: "Then bring me another thousand-year-old Qingling flower. I want it."

The female nun of Linglong Pavilion said: "Sorry, the only two thousand-year-old Qingling flowers in the pavilion have been bought by this senior, and they are really out of stock now."

Not only are the thousand-year-old ones gone, but three 500-year-old flowers, eight 200-year-old flowers, and twenty 100-year-old flowers were all bought by Qixun.

In short, in Linglong Pavilion, let alone the entire Qingling Flower, there are not even the petals of the Qingling Flower.

The female cultivator said: "You can't even bring out a thousand-year-old Qingling flower. How can your Linglong Pavilion be said to have the most complete collection of spiritual medicinal materials in the entire refining realm?"

Business and anger breed talents. Even though the words of this female cultivator at the master level are really unreasonable, the female cultivator from Linglong Pavilion still explained angrily: "It's just an accident that it happened to be bought. And the Millennium Qingling Flower is rare, so the entire

Among the nine realms of refining, only the Linglong Pavilion in our Gravity City contains these two. Fellow Taoist, it is really unlucky to come here."

The female cultivator looked at Qixun again, but the male master who had been silent until now asked, "If I wait a few days, can I find him?"

The female cultivator from Linglong Pavilion said apologetically again: "Sorry, it's unlikely, we can only wait. If we are lucky, or can wait until the two cultivators from Qinglong Forest, come to our Linglong Pavilion to sell the Millennium Qingling Flower."

In the Refining Realm, only the Qinglong Jungle has Qingling Flowers growing there. There is no such thing as the Gravity Plain.

What the female cultivator of Linglong Pavilion said actually means that these two people basically cannot buy the Millennium Qingling Flower. After all, in this kind of luck-based thing, the probability of getting what they want is too small.

The female cultivator could only continue to look for Qixun: "Junior, you are a little martial artist with such a low level of cultivation. You can't even use the Thousand-Year Qingling Flower. How many spiritual stones did you buy? I will add 100 high-grade spiritual stones for you."

, please give me this thousand-year-old Qingling flower."

If she really needs it urgently, especially for healing injuries and saving lives, Qixun actually doesn't have to give in. After all, she doesn't need it urgently, and she has two of them in her hand.

When she comes out of the secret realm and there are seeds, Xiaowu can plant them. This thing is precious, but for Qixun, she only buys this flower to give her third sister more experience in refining elixirs.

But what this girl said was so irritating that it naturally made people stunned.

Why do you think you are a little martial artist with such a low level of cultivation that you are of no use at all?

With this attitude, Qixun didn't bother to pay attention to her.

The twelve-year-old martial artist is very proud.

In addition, a thousand-year-old Qingling flower is worth two thousand high-grade spiritual stones. You are adding to the loneliness by increasing the price. It is only a hundred high-grade spiritual stones, which seems very generous of you. The labor and management are short of those one hundred high-grade spiritual stones.

?

Qixun stood on the stairs and smiled condescendingly at the man and woman, very Vernal: "I am not yet twelve years old, I am only at the martial arts master level, and my cultivation level is indeed low. I cannot use this thousand-year-old Qingling Flower.

I bought this flower just because I saw it was beautiful for thousands of years. Although I won’t be able to use it later, I can keep one for looking at and one for pulling. The petals pulled out of this flower will definitely be thrown into the water.

It’s beautiful. The so-called falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, or the falling flowers in the flowing water are gone in spring. In the heaven and on the earth, this is the artistic conception.”

The female cultivator from Linglong Pavilion was speechless and thought to herself, this young boy, Mr. Wu, is handsome, has a sweet mouth, a good personality, and is generous. He didn't expect that he is also very powerful at making people angry.

It's like falling flowers and falling flowers in spring. It's heaven and earth. This female cultivator and the thousand-year-old Qingling flower seem impossible to buy, but they are not heaven and earth.

After hearing this, the male cultivator's face darkened: "How dare you, a martial artist, dare to talk to a senior like this!"

The female nun also threatened: "I will order these flowers unless you don't leave the city!"

Qixun was curious: "Are you so arrogant because you are really powerful, or is it because your father is Li Gang?"

Who the hell is Li Gang? The female cultivator's face was distorted: "It's enough to kill you." She spoke in a voice that gave off the pressure of a grand master.

It's a pity that Qixun's physical strength is comparable to the peak of the Grandmaster, and his spiritual consciousness cannot reach the Grandmaster level. For Qixun, the pressure of the Grandmaster level is just a relief. Qixun doubts that if he exerts pressure, he will be stronger than this woman.

Cultivation is stronger.

While they were talking, Zui Hou and Yu Liuchuan were sent off by the shopkeeper and left the private room on the second floor. As they were walking out, Qixun hurriedly called out: "Master Huhu, come here and help, someone is going to kill your disciple."

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The drunken Hou was in the private room where the soundproof formation was set up before. He didn't pay attention to the movement outside. When he heard what his obedient disciple said, he said angrily: "Who?"

Qixun's companion stamped her feet coquettishly, twirling Orchid's little hand and pointing: "It's them!"

The drunken Hou was almost sent away by his usually heroic disciple's slutty moves, and his scalp went numb. He recalled the horror of being dominated by female nuns in those years.

He quickly followed his disciple's fingers and looked over.

But if you take a closer look, you will see that they are just two junior masters.

The Grandmaster, who is nearly thirty years old, has solid cultivation, but just two of them want to kill his obedient disciple?

The drunken Hou was speechless: "Just the two of them? They are not enough for you to chop with a few swords."

Qixun:...That's an exaggeration, Master.

Yurukawa was also speechless.

Normally, if two masters wanted to kill a martial artist, it would be a matter of waving their hands, but there was no way to prevent the perversion of his younger master uncle.

He, a master swordsman with abnormal combat power, had a losing battle with his junior uncle, but he really didn't like it if these two people wanted to kill his junior uncle.

The key point is that his junior uncle threw out the Fu Tiannu like flowers. Tsk, these two guys are just waiting for death.
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