Farming in the Immortal Mansion

"You, come with me!"

Ye Ling pointed at a demon cultivator at the ninth level of qi training and said unquestionably.

This little demon cultivator looked like a boy, wearing a round hat, and his two black bean-like eyes were full of rebelliousness.

Ye Ling thought to himself: "It's really amazing that you can practice to this level at such a young age! It seems that the skills practiced by demonic monks are indeed different from those of righteous monks."

The little devil boy was overjoyed. He bowed and bowed to Ye Ling, who was wearing a bamboo hat and a blue shirt. His tender voice kept praising: "Little devil boy Dong Yun, hello to you, senior! Senior is the devil I admire the most. Monk! For hundreds of years, no one has dared to challenge the authority of the local great cultivator family, but now, the senior’s reputation is enough to scare everyone in the Cao family!”

The other demon cultivators and evil cultivators in the Qi training period had a look of disappointment on their faces when they saw that the monk in blue shirt did not choose them to make inquiries and lost the opportunity to make friends with the powerful demon cultivator. At the same time, they were envious of the little demon boy. There was nothing they could do, but they could only look at their backs, sigh, and return in frustration.

Ye Ling disguised himself as a blue-shirted monk and had to maintain the arrogant and arrogant attitude of a strong man, otherwise his secret might be exposed at any time.

Therefore, Ye Ling naturally accepted the courtesy of the little devil boy Dong Yun. He held his hands in his arms, straightened his waist, and looked cold.

"Let me ask you, where in this Rakshasa market sells the best flags and flags?"

The little devil boy was stunned for a moment, then blurted out the question in his mind: "I don't know if the senior wants a fifth-level one or a sixth-level one? I know that Gu Zhenren has a fifth-level top-grade locking god banner. Senior, can you go to his place and have a look?" His pleasure!"

Ye Ling said calmly: "I bought it for the young master of this sect. His cultivation level is similar to yours."

The little devil boy was stunned again, and he suddenly understood that this mysterious monk in blue shirt had a good background. I wonder which magic sect he was? The little devil boy didn't dare to ask. Since he was buying a flag-like magic weapon for a young master who was in the late stage of Qi training, he knew this best!

"There are many high-grade soul flags below the third level in Rakshafang City, but there are really only a few top-quality ones. However, I do know a piece of news. The Valley Master recently got a rare Thousand Soul Flag, which is said to be able to condense a thousand souls. ! It seems that the soul summoning ritual has not started yet, it is still in the first level."

The little devil boy blinked at Ye Ling and said very mysteriously.

Ye Ling knows a little about soul flags. Soul flags are different from the magic weapons commonly used by monks. There is a fixed number of grades that can be made and refined. It is difficult to upgrade. On the contrary, it is a bit like inheriting spiritual treasures. As long as you continue to Inject souls into the soul flag, and when more souls gather and become stronger to a certain level, they will naturally advance!

"I have only seen the Hundred Soul Banner used by evil cultivators in the Qi Training Stage. It can gather hundreds of souls, which is already the limit. But this Thousand Soul Banner of the Rakshasa Valley Master can absorb thousands of souls! Even for those in the Foundation Establishment Stage. The evil cultivators are also very attractive.”

Ye Ling thought to himself, and at the same time said to the little devil boy calmly: "I heard that the Valley Master is in retreat. I'm afraid I may never see this Thousand Soul Banner."

"Who said that? I'm still here! When a distinguished guest comes to the valley, my place will be full of glory." came an old and sharp old woman's voice.

Ye Ling's heart trembled, and he didn't turn back suddenly. On the contrary, he pretended to have sensed someone coming, calmly turned around, and followed the sound, only to see an old woman holding a bone staff. Wearing a colorful floral satin skirt and jacket, she walked unsteadily and staggered, and the person following behind her was the foundation-building monk in black who was guarding the Rakshasa Valley.

"Your Excellency, you are the wife of the Valley Master?" Ye Ling said calmly. His spiritual consciousness sensed that this old witch actually has the cultivation level of the seventh level of foundation building. Although she holds a bone staff, she is definitely not a ghost monk, most likely a Evil cultivator, judging from the weird aura emanating from her body, the old witch is good at poison attacks!

However, in front of Ye Ling, the legendary mysterious powerhouse, she seemed to have restrained herself and did not let all kinds of poison spread too much.

"Yes, I am a Rakshasa ghost woman. I have admired the name of my Taoist friend for a long time. I don't know how to call you?"

The Rakshasa hag seemed to be asking a strange question. On the one hand, she was complimenting her for a long time, and on the other hand, she was curious about the origin of the mysterious blue-shirted monk, so she asked this question.

"It doesn't matter what my name is. But I am very interested in Guigu's Thousand Soul Banner." Ye Ling said coldly, his words were quite proud, and he was not polite to the Valley Master's wife.

The Rakshasa ghost woman didn't take it at all, and smiled with all the wrinkles on her face, and ordered her servants: "Go! Get the Thousand Soul Banner to the distinguished guest."

The little devil boy jumped out quickly and said: "Hey, wait a minute! This senior is the young sect master who is in the late stage of their Qi training. He is buying flags and banners. Look at the other low-level magic weapons and magic weapons. Get them all. Show it to the seniors.”

The Rakshasa hag smiled and nodded, like a kind old woman, praising the little devil boy Dong Yun for his intelligence, and ordered the black-clothed monk to fetch all the low-level evil magic treasures that the Valley Master planned to leave to his disciples and grandchildren.

The Rakshasa hag asked about Ye Ling's origins and asked about the demon door and where it was.

Ye Lingdu didn't answer at all, and his refusal was straightforward and overbearing, which left an unfathomable impression on the Rakshasa hag.

Not long after, the monk in black hurriedly flew over with sword light, holding an exquisite agarwood tray with several sealed storage bags on it.

The Rakshasa ghost woman clicked her fingers and opened the ban on the storage bag. She patted it upwards and released a gray soul flag three feet high.

"This is the Thousand Soul Banner that fellow Taoist wants. It's brand new. Not even a single soul has been sacrificed."

The Rakshasa ghost woman said proudly, and at the same time she transmitted a message to Ye Ling's spiritual consciousness, saying mysteriously: "Hey, I know that although the Thousand Soul Banner is valuable, it is not enough to exchange for the Taoist treasure! Let's do this, I will add more How about a million spirit stones in exchange for the treasure that fellow Taoist got from the Cao Mansion?"

Ye Ling said with infinite regret: "I can hear your sincerity, but with all due respect, I told the guarding monks that the treasure of the Cao Mansion has been handed over long ago and is not in my possession. If it is a treasure that I can control , One million spiritual stones can still be negotiated, what a pity.”

The Rakshasa hag was stunned and stared at Ye Ling's gauze hat for a long time, but her consciousness was still blocked and she could not see the face and expression of the monk in blue shirt. This made her a little doubtful and unable to judge the monk in blue shirt. What he said was true or false, but since the other party meant what he said and wanted the treasure of Cao Mansion, it seemed that there was no chance.

"Okay! In this case, there is nothing I can do. This Thousand Soul Banner and 180,000 spirit stones cannot be missed!" the Rakshasa ghost said with a smile.