Meng Hao was not far away and saw with his own eyes that before the man who called for help could get out of the flat roof, a flying sword from the hand of the man behind him penetrated his neck directly. He fell to the ground with a pocket of blood and twitched several times.

, died of anger, the storage bag on his body was taken away by the big man, turned around and stepped into the public area again.

This bloody scene made Meng Hao's eyes shrink, and he looked carefully at Pingding Mountain, where the sound of killing could be heard, and the smell of blood was blown by the wind and fell into Meng Hao's nose.

"Although this place can make people rich, it is extremely dangerous. To practice, to risk your life for the elixirs and spirit stones... is not worth it." Meng Hao frowned. Although his cultivation level was only a little short of that.

He is at the peak of the third level of Qi Condensation, but it is chaotic at the moment. If you are not careful, you may be injured, and the robbery will not last long.

But Meng Hao thought about the lack of spiritual stones in his pocket. If he had to wait for the sect to receive the spiritual stones every time, he didn't know how many years he would have to wait. At this moment, while he was pondering, he saw the monks on the top of the mountain, fighting each other, almost

Everyone was injured. Seeing this, Meng Hao's heart moved, and an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

This thought became clearer and clearer. After a moment, Meng Hao's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned around and left here in a hurry. He did not go back to Nanfeng Cave Mansion, but went directly down the mountain to the gate of the outer sect. The outer sect bypassed the square and appeared in an attic a short time later.

outside.

This attic looks antique, and is filled with the fragrance of elixirs. Several large characters are engraved on the door plaque, which reads "Yangdanfang."

This is not the first time Meng Hao has come here. In fact, he has been here once in the first half month after he was promoted to a disciple of the outer sect. He saw that there are many miscellaneous elixirs for sale here, such as the bigu elixir that can keep you hungry for several days.

, you can buy it here.

However, only spirit stones and spirit-condensing pills are accepted here, no foreign objects are required, and the exchange is not fair. One spirit-condensing pill can only be exchanged for ten bigu pills. As a result, few people are willing to come here, making this place deserted all year round.

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Arriving here, Meng Hao did not hesitate and stepped into the Alchemy House. The inside was not big. There was a middle-aged man who looked sick sitting cross-legged. Surrounded by a wooden grid, there were gourds placed one by one, with the words "

The names of different elixirs.

There are hemostatic pills that can treat trauma, bone-soothing pills that can relieve fatigue, and refreshing pills that can cheer people up for a short time. As for bigu pills, imperial food pills, etc., they are everywhere, and some are specially designed to treat broken bones.

The marrow nourishing pill.

Although there are many pills, they are all very expensive. Most of them are exchanged for three to ten pills for one spirit condensing pill. For disciples of the outer sect, the value of the spirit condensing pill can cause robbery, so naturally they are not willing to exchange it at a low price.

These.

Meng Hao walked around the Pill-raising Shop, his eyes getting brighter and brighter. He pondered for a moment, endured his heartache, and took out five Spirit-Condensing Pills, sorted by categories, and exchanged them for many miscellaneous pills.

The sickly middle-aged man, who had not met such a big customer as Meng Hao for a long time, immediately became energetic and happily gave Meng Hao several gourds filled with medicine.

Putting those medicine gourds into the storage bag, Meng Hao left the Pill Yangfang, carefully walked around the mountain forest several times, and returned to the cave in the middle of the night.

Sitting cross-legged in the cave, Meng Hao looked at the four medicine gourds in his hands.

"The sages have said that if there is no effort, there will be nothing to gain. This time I have put in so much, and I will definitely gain even more." Meng Hao comforted himself in a low voice, then remembered something, and hurried out of the cave, returning with a hand in his hand.

A long branch as thick as an arm with lots of leaves.

Putting the branch aside, Meng Hao took out a cyan undershirt from Zhao Wugang's storage bag, tore it open and spread it out. After looking at it, he thought it was too small, so he found another piece and connected them together to compare the size.

, then I am satisfied.

Meng Hao used his finger as a pen, dipped it in the juice of crushed leaves, and thought about writing a few words. After a while, Meng Hao's eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he wrote a line of words on the cloth.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. With anticipation, Meng Hao closed his eyes and sat cross-legged to meditate and breathe out.

After a night of silence, Meng Hao hurried out of the cave with a tree branch early the next morning and headed straight to the low-level public area at the foot of Xifeng Mountain.

Not long after they arrived at the foot of Pingding Mountain, even in the early morning, there were some disciples here who were fighting each other, and the intention of fighting was particularly obvious. Meng Hao walked past the stone tablets until he reached Pingding Mountain. He ignored the monks who were fighting each other and looked at them.

I scanned and saw a large protruding rock on the edge of the flat roof.

He immediately walked over and sat cross-legged on the big stone, looking like a harmless scholar. Occasionally, a few people looked at him unkindly, and Meng Hao's cultivation level was slightly dissipated. After being shocked, he silently waited for the crowd to come here.

As time passed, the number of fellow disciples in the low-level public area gradually increased, and soon there were more than twenty people. During this period, some wanted to take action against Meng Hao, who did not look ferocious at all, but looked like a weak scholar no matter how he looked, but

After Meng Hao's cultivation was dispersed, he was frightened and backed away.

Seeing that there were almost no people here, Meng Hao slapped his storage bag with his right hand, took out a cloth shirt, tied it to a branch, and pierced it into the soil next to the rocks. The mountain wind blew the cloth apart, as if it had become a flag, swaying in the wind.

It immediately attracted the attention of many people here and saw several large characters written on the flags.

“Yangdanfang branch.”

These big characters were green, but at this moment, the expressions of the patron sect members suddenly changed. Some were surprised, some were stunned, some were sarcastic, and many of them frowned.

"Yangdanfang? Branch? What the hell is this?"

"Could this person be the alchemy boy sent by the sect's alchemy raising workshop?"

"This person looks familiar..." On Pingding Mountain, after Meng Hao took out the flag, there was an immediate discussion, but it didn't last long, and there was fighting and robbery again, with blood splattering everywhere, and shrill screams heard from time to time.

out.

Meng Hao's eyes were bright as he looked straight at the people in the public area. Not far away, two monks on the second level of Qi Condensation were fighting each other and his eyes turned red. The shoulder of one of them was torn open by the opponent's flying sword. A large number of

Blood is falling and the situation is critical.

"Brother, here." Meng Hao's eyes lit up and he quickly greeted.

"Brother, the sages have said that it is unwise to fight hard when you are injured. You see there is a lot of blood on your shoulder, which is not conducive to killing. I have a good hemostatic pill produced by Yangdanfang here, which can cure it.

For all sword wounds, the bleeding will stop within three breaths." Meng Hao quickly persuaded. The two people who were fighting had no time to pay attention when they heard Meng Hao's voice. Especially the injured monk's eyes turned red, but

The injury to his right shoulder was too serious, and while he was bleeding, his chest was cut open by the opponent's flying sword.

"Look, I've been stabbed again. Come and buy a hemostatic pill. Maybe you will win this fight. You only need one spirit stone to buy a hemostatic pill. It's definitely a good deal." Meng Hao persuaded with earnest words.

This was the first guest he chose.

"Shut up, it's too dark in the alchemy store at the foot of the mountain. One spiritual stone is worth five hemostatic pills, and it's even darker here!" The injured monk took a few steps back and yelled without looking back.

"Hey, don't think it's expensive. Compared with spirit stones, life is the most precious. If you die, the spirit stones belong to others. Buy me a pill to increase your chances of winning and snatching other people's storage bags. This

I have the opportunity to sell a spiritual stone. Is it expensive?

What you bought was not a spiritual stone, what you bought was your own life." Meng Hao stood up from the boulder. Perhaps his words touched the injured monk's mind, and he immediately showed hesitation when he reluctantly stepped back.

"Damn it, if you continue to cause trouble here, I will not spare you after I kill this man." The monk who was fighting with the injured man waved his flying sword in his hand and shouted at Meng Hao as he rushed toward the injured man.

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"I'll buy it!" When the injured man heard this, he immediately gritted his teeth and patted the storage bag. A spirit stone instantly flew out and went straight to Meng Hao. Meng Hao caught it and quickly threw a hemostatic pill, which hit the monk.

Instead, it fell directly on the person's shoulder, instantly melting and causing the blood to stop flowing.

There was even more coolness integrated into the monk's body, which cheered him up. When he got up, he didn't know if it was the effect of the elixir, but it actually forced his opponent to retreat continuously, and a wound was opened on his chest, with blood flowing.

"Brother, what about you? Brother, your opponent bought one of my pills. Look how powerful he is now. If you don't buy it, you will be in danger today."

"I also have a hemostatic pill here, as well as a bone bone pill to relieve fatigue. Take away both spiritual stones. I will ensure that your whole body will relax immediately and the bleeding will stop. You will definitely win this fight." Meng Hao quickly changed the guests and hurriedly

persuade.

"You...you..." This time, the man who bought the elixir before could not say anything anymore. He was filled with grief and anger. Is the elixir boy from Yangdanfang branch here to help him or to harm him? It was already very miserable.

, just when he saw hope, it happened again. In this grief and anger, he struck more sharply, but in the eyes of his opponent, this scene looked like he didn't have time to buy the elixir.

"As long as you can win, it is equivalent to using other people's spiritual stones to buy elixirs. This is a very good deal." Meng Hao held the elixir in his hand and persuaded him more thoroughly with a beaming expression.

"I want it!" The man who bought pills before said immediately and decisively.

"Damn it, give it to me." The monk who had the upper hand but now reversed course, although he hated Meng Hao deeply in his heart, he was forced to grit his teeth and speak after hearing his opponent's words.

"I will give you three spiritual stones!"

"Brother, he paid three yuan. If your price is not as high as his, the elixir will be given to him. You have to be careful."

"I'll pay four yuan!"

"Brother, he paid four yuan, four yuan."

"Five dollars!"

"Six dollars!"

"Damn it, I won't fight anymore, I'm going to kill you!" The monk who had the upper hand before his opponent bought the elixir was now furious. This battle was originally simple, but with Meng Hao's involvement,

Suddenly turning around, he turned around suddenly, hating Meng Hao more than he wanted to kill his previous opponent, and now he rushed straight towards Meng Hao with strong murderous intent.

Seeing that he was approaching, Meng Hao originally looked like a harmless scholar, even with the air of a businessman, but at this moment, his appearance suddenly changed, turning into a gloomy and stern look. The moment the monk came, his body

He actually took a step forward, raised his right hand and slapped the incoming person, and spiritual energy suddenly emerged.

With a bang, the monk screamed, his body was slapped by Meng Hao, and his legs were directly crushed by Meng Hao's third level of Qi Condensation, and he was knocked unconscious by the blow.

Meng Hao grabbed the other person's storage bag, and the gloomy and stern look on his face just flashed across his face, before he turned back into the weak scholar look and looked at the other person who was completely shocked by this scene.

"Brother, the price you just offered was six spiritual stones." Meng Hao said a little shyly, as if he was embarrassed.

The monk's face had lost all color at this moment, and his body was trembling. He looked at Meng Hao with horror and horror in his eyes. He never expected that things would turn around like this, especially when the opponent's appearance of taking action had changed so much from his current weak state.

It made him feel as if the scene just now was an illusion.

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Everyone can just draw for free, don't give rewards for the sake of drawing, this goes against the original intention of Ergen. If you collect novels, you can draw for free.
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