Old Su coughed lightly and said, "I'll buy the five thousand talisman jade money!"

If you buy a giant whale's corpse with five thousand talismans, unless the giant whale has a high cultivation level, you will definitely lose. Even if you don't lose, you will definitely not make any profit.

Although the meat of giant whale can be sold for money, it is definitely not enough.

Although this giant whale is very strong, its true cultivation level is not very high. It is still at the level of the Moon-Swallowing Demon because it cannot transform.

As the Moon-Swallowing Demon, the strongest monster is that it is comparable to the Golden Body Realm. The real valuable monsters of this level are actually the fish skin, fish oil, and fish bones.

Even whale blood is not very important. If it weren't for being big enough and could extract enough essence and blood, it would definitely be a loss.

Therefore, the old monk named Su was willing to pay this discount, just to suffer a small loss and prepare to calm down the situation.

He, a middleman, is willing to suffer a loss, but do you have the nerve to continue to fight?

Sure enough, people on both sides couldn't help but feel silent.

Fang Cun coughed lightly, clasped his fists at the old monk and said, "Senior Su, can I exchange fifty talisman jade money for five buckets of giant whale essence and blood after being refined? I can train myself. Seniors just need to send someone to follow me and watch."

The old monk glanced at Fang Cun and smiled and said, "You junior is interesting. You are a martial artist, so why aren't you afraid of the demonic aura in the blood of the giant whale?"

"Thank you for your advice, but I practice the Zhenwu Nine Forging Technique. What I don't fear the most is pain, which is just a seasoning to sharpen my will."

"Hahaha... No wonder you little guy can have such cultivation at a young age. Go! I have no objection to your proposal."

He said, and glanced at the dagger and wine gourd around his waist.

These two swords are used by people in practice, but they appear on a warrior. It can be seen that the warrior in front of him is definitely not an ordinary warrior.

He believed that behind this young warrior, there must be people in the practice.

Are there descendants of those who practice martial arts practiced?

Of course, some people do not have enough understanding of the methods of practice, but they can enter the realm of magic when practicing martial arts. This kind of weirdness has not been seen before.

Moreover, warriors are better than monks in combat. Many people are willing to take the path of warriors and abandon the path of monks. This is the reason.

You should know that not all monks can have a bright future.

There are always only a small group of people on the top of the tower.

Therefore, some people would rather abandon the vague pursuit of tigers and practice martial arts instead, which is not something that cannot be understood.

In the eyes of the old monk named Su, the young man in front of him must be a genius in the martial arts path. Therefore, he will switch to martial arts when he has the resources to practice cultivation.

Fangcun left excitedly, and there were many wooden barrels beside the port. He found a small boat and threw down two golden cakes. The owner immediately gave up the boat.

The so-called "bucket" in Fangcun's mouth has unified standards.

The standards of Wanbaolou and Baibaozhai are the same, one barrel means ten liters.

However, ten liters of blood do not mean ten kilograms. Some blood is heavy and some blood is light. The specific gravity of the essence and blood after refining will be greater.

Of course, sometimes a bucket may not be full. If it is not full, it is determined by pounds.

Five barrels mean fifty liters.

Basically, only 500 liters of blood can be extracted from fifty liters of essence and blood.

If you want to improve essence and blood from the human body, it is very difficult and the amount must be very small, because the human body does not have much blood. However, it is really nothing to extract fifty liters of essence and blood from a giant object that looks like the giant whale in front of you.

However, they did not know that Fangcun's real purpose was not the essence and blood of the giant whale, but the blood of the real dragon that might exist in the giant whale's blood.

Others may not feel the so-called true dragon bloodline, but they can.

Although his blood is the blood of the real dragon, replenishing the blood of the real dragon from other places is also a way to strengthen one's body.

He drove the boat, and the true energy spread out under his feet, wrapping the hull, and then he saw Xiao Ban shooting towards the giant whale like an arrow from a string.

In the air, a monk glanced at Mr. Su and chased Fangcun with his sword.

Fangcun didn't care either. After all, this was what he asked for, and he also believed that the monks could definitely see the extraordinaryness of the wine gourd around his waist.

If he didn't watch and he secretly put it into the wine gourd, who would know?

The spiritual weapons and magic weapons of a monk need to be activated to maximize their power, but a matter like this only needs a single movement of spiritual consciousness.

Warriors also have spiritual consciousness, but they are not considered proficient compared to monks.

But it is no problem to use something like a small inch.

When he came to the giant, Fang Cun couldn't help but exclaim, and then jumped onto the giant whale that was nearly a thousand meters long. You can imagine how big this giant was.

In his previous life, the largest giant whale he had seen was only about 30 meters, which was seen on TV. Even the big white whale in film and television works was only enough to be a grandson for it.

It is hard to imagine that in this sea, if such a giant creature had reached the top level of cultivation... Fangcun thought of the true dragon that was killed by the four schools of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism and martial arts.

However, compared to the real dragon, the giant thing in front of him seemed to be like an ant.

That was a giant that lasted thousands of miles long!

What is that concept?

Fangcun shook slightly, and then pulled out the short sword from his waist. The true energy surged and stabbed the giant whale into the neck. The short sword almost penetrated into the handle, but it had just cut open its whale skin.

If the true qi had not gushed into it, it would have really not been able to cut its blood vessels.

However, it can also be seen from this that the whale skin of this giant whale cannot be compared with that of the Red Flame Crocodile King.

Of course, the cultivation level of the Red Flame Crocodile King is much higher than that of this giant whale.

After cutting the blood vessel, Fangchuang uses true qi to continuously pull the whale blood out, and then uses true qi to burn the whale blood to purify the whale blood.

His body really poured into the giant whale's body, constantly grabbing the blood of the true dragon that was so thin that it could be ignored.

Fangcun looked at the young monk standing beside him and said, "Brother, the whale blood of this giant whale is gradually solidifying. Can you use your spiritual power to help squeeze it?"

The young monk glanced at him, nodded, and then jumped to the whale's tail. His spiritual power surged, slapped on the whale's tail, penetrated into the whale's body, and pushed towards the whale.

More whale blood spurted out from the wound on the neck, and the true energy in the square inch body gushed.

"Brother, do you have something to fill your blood? Why don't I help you refine all the whale blood, and you will give me a bucket as compensation, can you?"

Hearing this, the monk took a random look and a red-skinned gourd appeared in his hand and threw it towards Fangcun, "You can put the remaining essence and blood into it."

After pausing, he asked again: "I wonder where the little brother comes from? I think the gourd around your waist is also a square inch!"

Fangcun smiled and said, "Fusheng below, from Dayu, is known as Fusheng Swordsman in the Jianghu. A few years ago, I met an old Taoist You Fang. These things were given to me by him. He also asked me to go to Huosangzhou Huosang Sect to find him when I was fourteen years old. This time I came to Nanzhu to take the Immortal Flying Boat to Huosangzhou. Who would have thought that this kind of thing would happen..."

"Huosang Sect, that is the largest sect in Huosangzhou! A few years ago, I think it was three or four years ago! Only then did someone come here in Huosangzhou."

"That's right, it was more than three years ago."

"That's right. That time, it was not only the Huosanzhou people who came here! You guys are lucky, and you can actually be valued by those seniors. You must know that those seniors who came to our Qingmuzhou at that time were all great cultivators with their cultivation levels above the Nine Realm and Ten Realm..."

"But I heard from the master who taught me martial arts that warriors are stronger than cultivators! When fighting in the same realm, warriors often win." Fang Cun refines essence and blood while making a fuss, "If my master hadn't passed away last year, I wouldn't dare to go to find that senior."

"Ha... the monks in the mouths of warriors are naturally weak, even cowards." The monk was very excited and had a great chat with Fang Cun. "In the mouths of those warriors, all the monks ran away if they could not beat them. They would be closed on the mountain for decades. When they were about to get out of the way, or turned into dead bones in the tomb, they would dare to come to the door to settle the score in the autumn... But don't they run away when they can't beat others? Don't those warriors run away too?"

Fang Cun looked embarrassed and coughed lightly, saying, "My master said that a real warrior should have the momentum and courage to move forward. Of course, this is when he is equal in strength or slightly inferior, but when he is desperate, he can win. If he can't win even if he fights hard, he will naturally run as far as he wants. The warrior is not full of muscles."

"You guy is interesting, a little different from other warriors!" The monk glanced at Fang Cun and said, "Are you still a Confucian disciple?"

Fang Cun coughed lightly and said, "I can't be considered a Confucian disciple. I just know the seniors who are just a little bit Confucian. It's not that they are too rude in front of them. For example, Ning Shanchang of Dayu Guanlan Academy, I dare not bear the ruler in his hand..."

"Oh? Do you still know Ning Shanchang?"

"I have heard of several classes, but there are many Confucian rules, so I don't like it."

"You little guy, you are really lucky. You are lucky enough to listen to the lecture in front of Chief Ning Shan, but you still don't know how to cherish it. Why don't your old man beat you?"

"Ahem...Brother, you are a Taoist sect! You are so proud of a Confucian senior..."

"What do you know, a boy who doesn't know how to cherish your blessings? Although our Taoist sect and the Confucian sect do not violate the rivers, many principles are actually in common with the Confucian sect. Moreover, those great Confucian sages, whether in terms of character, knowledge, or cultivation, are not worthy of respect and learning from our younger generations?"
Chapter completed!