I Shall Seal the Heavens

Meng Hao was not far away. He saw with his own eyes that the man who shouted for help had not waited for him to get out of the flat roof. A flying sword in the hand of the big man behind him directly penetrated his neck and neck. , died of anger, the storage bag on his body was seized by the big man, turned around and stepped into the public area.

This bloody scene made Meng Hao's eyes shrink, and he looked at Pingdingshan carefully, where the sound of slaughter came, and the wind blew the smell of blood and fell into Meng Hao's nose.

"Although this place can make people rich, it is extremely dangerous. For the sake of cultivation, for the sake of medicine pills and spirit stones, even their lives are... It's not worth it." Meng Hao frowned. At the peak of the third level of Qi Condensation, but at the moment it is chaotic, a little careless is afraid that it is inevitable to be injured, and the robbery will not last long.

But Meng Hao wondered about the lack of spiritual stones in his pocket. If he had to wait for the sect to send the spiritual stones every time, he would have to wait for many years. While he was pondering, he saw that the monks on the top of the mountain were fighting with each other. Everyone is injured. Seeing this, Meng Hao's heart moved, and a thought popped into his mind.

This thought became clearer and clearer. After a while, Meng Hao's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned around and left here in a hurry. Instead of going back to Nanfeng Cave, he went straight down the mountain to the Outer Sect's Gate, bypassed the square in Outer Sect, and appeared in an attic not long after. outside.

This attic looks antique, and there are bursts of Danxiang. Several large characters are engraved on the door plaque, which reads Yangdanfang.

This is not the first time for Meng Hao to come here. In fact, he came here once in the first half month of his promotion as a disciple of the Outer Sect. He saw that there are a lot of miscellaneous medicinal pills for sale here. , available here.

It’s just that only spirit stones and condensing pills are accepted here, and foreign objects are not required, and it is not fair to exchange one. .

When he came to this place, Meng Hao did not hesitate. He stepped into the Yangdan Square. It was not big. There was a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged. There was a circle of wooden lattices, and gourds were placed on them. The names of the different elixir.

There are hemostatic pills that can treat trauma, loose bones pills that can relieve fatigue, and refreshing pills that can make people feel refreshed for a short time. of nourishing marrow Dan.

Although there are many medicinal pills, each one is expensive, and most of them can be exchanged for three to ten pills for one condensing pill. For the disciples of the outer sect, the value of condensing pills can lead to snatch, and naturally they are unwilling to exchange for low prices. These.

Meng Hao walked around the Yangdanfang, his eyes became brighter and brighter, he pondered for a while, and endured his heartache, he directly took out five condensing pills in different categories and exchanged them for a lot of miscellaneous medicinal pills.

The ill middle-aged man had not met such a big customer as Meng Hao for a long time, and he immediately got up and gave Meng Hao a few gourds filled with medicine.

Putting those medicinal gourds into the storage bag, Meng Hao left Yangdanfang, cautiously circled the mountain forest a few 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 said that if you don't pay, you won't get anything. This time I've paid so much, and I will definitely gain more." Meng Hao whispered to himself, then remembered something, and hurriedly walked out of the cave, holding in his hand when he returned. An arm thick and slender branch with a lot of leaves.

Putting the branches aside, Meng Hao took out a cyan inner shirt from Zhao Wugang's storage bag, tore it open, and unfolded it. After looking at it, he felt it was too small. , which is satisfied.

Meng Hao used his finger as a pen, dipped in the juice of the 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 shirt.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. With anticipation, Meng Hao closed his eyes and crossed his knees and meditated.

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

After a short while at the foot of Pingding Mountain, even in the early morning, there are some disciples here who are fighting each other, and the intention of fighting is particularly obvious. Meng Hao walked all the way through the stone monument until he reached Pingding Mountain. Sweeping, I saw a large rock that bulged outwards on the edge of the flat top.

He immediately walked over and sat cross-legged on the boulder with the appearance of a harmless scholar. Occasionally, a few people seemed to be unkind. Meng Haoxiuwei was slightly scattered. After being shocked, he silently waited for the crowd.

As time passed, there were more and more students in this low-level public area, and soon there were more than 20 people. During this period, some of them wanted to take action against Meng Hao, who looked like a weak scholar no matter what. After Meng Hao Xiuwei dispersed, he retreated in shock.

Seeing that the people here were almost there, Meng Hao slapped the storage bag with his right hand, took out the cloth shirt, tied it to a branch, and stabbed it into the soil beside the rock. Immediately attracted the attention of many people here, and also saw several large characters written on the flag.

"Yangdanfang branch."

These big characters are green, but at this moment, the expressions of those who are backed by the sect and sect suddenly change, some are surprised, some wrong, some ridiculed, and many frown.

"Yangdanfang? Branch? What is this?"

"Could it be that this person is a dantong sent by Zongmen Yangdanfang?"

"This person looks familiar..." On the Pingding Mountain, after Meng Hao took out the banner, there was a lot of discussion, but it didn't last long, and there was another fight and snatch. out.

Meng Hao's eyes were bright, and he stared straight at the people in the public area. He saw two cultivators on the second floor of Qi Condensation fighting each other with red eyes. One of them had his shoulder torn apart by the other's flying sword. Blood fell, and the situation was critical.

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

"Brother, the sages have said that it is unwise to fight hard when you are injured. You see a lot of blood on your shoulder, which is not conducive to killing. Here I have a good hemostasis pill produced by Yangdanfang, which can cure All sword wounds can stop bleeding after three breaths." Meng Hao quickly persuaded the two who were fighting to hear Meng Hao's voice and didn't have time to pay attention, especially the injured cultivator, his eyes were red, but The right shoulder was seriously injured, and a wound was opened on the chest by the opponent's flying sword under the bleeding.

"Look, you've been stabbed again. Come and buy a hemostatic pill, so maybe you will win this fight. You can buy a hemostasis pill with just one spirit stone. It's definitely worth it." Meng Hao persuaded earnestly. The first guest he chose.

"Shut up, it's too dark under the mountain to raise pills, one spirit stone is exchanged for five hemostatic pills, you are even darker here!" The injured monk took a few steps back and shouted without turning his head.

"Hey, don't think it's expensive. Compared with the spirit stone, life is the most precious. If you die, the spirit stone will belong to someone else. Buy me an elixir to increase the chance of winning and robbing someone else's storage bag. This Opportunity to sell a spirit stone, is it expensive?

What you bought is not a spirit stone, you are buying your own life. "Meng Hao stood up from the boulder. Perhaps it was his words that touched the heart of the injured cultivator. He hesitated immediately when he reluctantly stepped back.

"Damn, if you mess up here again, I won't spare you after I kill this man." The monk who was fighting with the injured man waved his flying sword and shouted at Meng Hao as he rushed towards the injured man. .

"I'll buy it!" Hearing this, the injured man immediately gritted his teeth and slapped the storage bag. A spiritual stone flew out and headed straight for Meng Hao. After being caught by Meng Hao, he quickly threw a hemostatic pill, which fell to the cultivator. In the hand, it fell directly on the person's shoulder, melting instantly so that the blood stopped flowing.

More coolness melted into the cultivator's body, which boosted his spirits. When he got up, he didn't know if it was the effect of the medicine pill, but it forced his opponent to retreat again and again, and a wound was opened in his chest, and blood was flowing.

"Xiongtai, what about you, Xiongtai, your opponent bought a pill of mine, look how fierce now, if you don't buy it, it's dangerous today."

"I still have a hemostasis pill here, and a loose bone pill to relieve fatigue. Take all the two spirit stones to ensure that your whole body will relax immediately, the blood will stop, and this fight will definitely win." Meng Hao hurriedly changed the guest and hurriedly persuade.

"You...you..." This time, the man who bought the pills before, can't say anything, and he is sad and angry whether the Dantong from the Yangdanfang branch is here to help him or to harm him, it is already very miserable. , he just let himself see hope, and it happened again. In this grief and anger, he shot more sharply, but this scene fell in the eyes of his opponent, but no matter how he looked at it, it seemed that he would not give himself time to buy medicine pills.

"As long as we can win, it's like using someone else's spiritual stone to buy medicinal pills. This is a good deal." Meng Hao held medicinal pills in his hand, and his persuasion was more thorough.

"I want it!" The man who had bought Dan before then immediately resolutely spoke up.

"Damn it, give it to me." The cultivator who had the upper hand and now reversed, even though he hated Meng Hao very much in his heart, he was forced to grit his teeth when he heard the words of his opponent.

"I have three spirit stones!"

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

"I'll pay four dollars!"

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

"Five dollars!"

"Six dollars!"

"Damn, I won't fight anymore, I'm going to kill you!" The cultivator, who had an advantage when his opponent didn't buy the medicine pill, is now full of anger. This battle was originally simple, but Meng Hao's participation in such a way. Immediately reversed, he turned around abruptly, hating Meng Hao more than he wanted to kill his opponent, and at this moment rushed straight to Meng Hao with a strong murderous intent.

Seeing that he was approaching, Meng Hao originally looked like a harmless scholar, and even had the meaning of the market, but at this moment, his appearance suddenly changed, turning into a gloomy and stern look, the moment the monk came, his body Taking a step ahead, he raised his right hand and slapped the approaching person, and his spiritual energy burst forth.

With a bang, the cultivator let out a scream, his body was slapped by Meng Hao, his legs were directly crushed by Meng Hao's third layer of condensing qi, and he was knocked unconscious.

Meng Hao grabbed the other person's storage bag, the gloomy and stern look on his face just flashed, and he turned into that weak scholar-like appearance, looking at the other person who was completely shocked by this scene.

"This brother, you just asked for six spirit stones." Meng Hao said a little shyly, as if he was embarrassed.

At this moment, the cultivator's face was bloodless, his body was trembling, and he looked at Meng Hao with a look of horror and horror in his eyes. He never thought that things would be reversed in this way, especially the way the other party's shot had changed so much from his current weakness, that It made him feel as if the scene just now was an illusion.

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