Immortal Palace Longevity

The man in black robe has a deep aura, and his cultivation level is higher than that of Liu Yu, reaching the eighth level of Qi refining.

He didn't say anything when he came to the stall. After taking a look at the wooden sign erected on the side, he asked aloud:

"Fellow Taoist, can I check the elixir?"

The voice of the man in black robe was rich and had a sense of vicissitudes of life in it, as if it had been weathered.

"Of course, fellow Taoist, feel free to check."

In the world of immortality, strength is respected, and towards the man in black robe whose cultivation level was higher than his own, Liu Yu began to tone politely, and his attitude was naturally different.

He judged based on the "Essentials of Demonic Cultivation" that this person should be richer, far more wealthy than the previous casual cultivator, and he might be a big customer.

With Liu Yu's approval, the man in black robe knelt down, picked up a jade bottle, poured out a Qingling Pill, twisted it in his hand and examined it.

The black-robed man's eyes lit up after looking at it for a while. This Qingling Pill was better than the ones sold in the market in terms of color and fragrance. This shows that the level of the alchemist should not be bad. Thinking of this Here, greed flashed across his eyes and he said:

"This alchemy technique is really clever. Fellow Taoist is an alchemist, right?"

After that, he just looked at Liu Yu and didn't say whether he would buy it or not. Instead, he started talking to Liu Yu to find out his details.

Liu Yu's face under the veil frowned. Although the man in black robe lowered his head and did not notice his eyes, he was still very wary of such intrusive behavior.

However, the hat and black gauze on his face did not show anything strange. He just looked at the other person calmly and did not deny his identity as an alchemist. After all, he would come here to sell elixirs in the future. He could not hide it from anyone who wanted to know. He paused for a moment before turning cold. replied:

"Fellow Taoist, you have received the prize, but do you want to buy elixirs?"

The man in black robe paused for a moment, seeming to know Liu Yu's displeasure. He put the elixir back into the bottle and put it back on the stall, speaking in a very eloquent tone:

"I want these bottles of Qingling Pills and Purple Spirit Pills. Do you only have these pills, fellow Taoist? I need a lot of Qingling Pills and Purple Spirit Pills,"

Liu Yu was stunned by this statement. He didn't understand why this person with an eighth-level Qi refining level bought so many Qingling Pills. You must know that Qingling Pills have little effect on monks in the late stage of Qi refining, so it is not cost-effective to take them.

"Hong Hao, my fellow Taoist, if you still need Qingling Pill, I have three bottles here. These bottles of Qingling Pill and Purple Spirit Pill contain a total of 280 spiritual stones."

Although he didn't understand what medicine the black-robed man was selling in the gourd, it didn't affect his ability to sell the elixirs. Liu Yu said this and took out the remaining three bottles of Qingling elixir from the storage bag and placed them on the stall. Then he looked at the man in black robe.

The man in black robe didn't do any ink, and didn't bargain like ordinary casual cultivators. He just put a storage bag in his hand and waved his hand. A pile of spiritual stones appeared on the stall, and he took them out without saying a word. He could buy a medium-grade magic weapon. of spiritual stones.

When the black-robed man raised his hand, Liu Yu saw a small pattern on his arm through the gap in the robe. It was a pattern of a long sword with a red flower pinned on it. However, there were so many people in the cultivation world wearing strange clothes. , and didn’t think much about it.

After scanning the number of spirit stones with his spiritual consciousness, there was no problem. Liu Yu waved his sleeves and put the spirit stones into his storage bag, then nodded to complete the transaction.

The man in black robe collected several bottles of elixirs, but did not leave directly. He still stood in front of the stall.

"How about selling all the elixirs that Fellow Daoist Hong will refine to me in the future? I'll cover them all!"

The man in black robe said suddenly.

Liu Yu's voice turned cold when he heard this, and he said coldly:

"What do you mean by this, fellow Taoist?"

The man in black robe raised his arm and said:

"Fellow Daoist Hong, don't get me wrong. I don't mean any harm."

"I am Pei Sanjiu, one of the vice-presidents of the Fellowship."

"What I want to do is to invite Fellow Daoist Hong to be the full-time alchemist of our fellow cultivators. We will prepare the spiritual herbs for making alchemy for you. Fellow Daoist only needs to concentrate on refining the elixir. You will never be left without half a piece of spiritual stone." Suffer."

Pei Sanjiu explained quickly, fearing that Liu Yu would misunderstand, so in order to show his sincerity he took off the hat, revealing a face full of beards, and he looked about forty years old.

Liu Yu was slightly startled when he heard this. He didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing.

Every city is a mixed bag of good and bad, and there are a large number of casual cultivators moving around every day. These casual cultivators are a mixed bag, some good and some bad, and there are many who cheat and kidnap them. It is not uncommon for people to form gangs to commit murder and seize treasures because of resources.

This fellow cultivator sounds like a group of loose cultivators. This kind of wild loose cultivator group usually consists of a few or more than a dozen people. It does not pose a threat to the slightly larger cultivating families and often intensifies the exploitation of fellow cultivators. A casual cultivator.

Liu Yu had seen a lot of this kind of casual cultivator group in Defang City around Yuanyang Sect before, but this was his first real contact with them. Of course, he had no interest in being a full-time alchemist at all.

This professional alchemist sounds nice to say. If he meets a group with good behavior, he is quite respected and earns a lot of money; if he meets some groups with evil intentions and malicious intentions, he will inevitably be controlled by them and reduced to He is a "tool man" who refines elixirs and earns spiritual stones.

With the backing of the Immortal Mansion, Liu Yu has no shortage of ordinary resources for cultivating immortals. He sells elixirs just to replenish some spiritual stones. Naturally, he will not join such a "fellow cultivator" to delay his cultivation time, so he refuses without thinking. :

"Alchemy is just a way to earn spiritual stones. Hong has no intention of becoming a full-time alchemist. Fellow Daoist Pei should hire someone else!"

He spoke neither fast nor slow, but with a decisive tone, clearly showing his intention. After he finished speaking, he bowed his hands. Although he refused the invitation, he did not want to offend anyone for no reason.

Pei Sanjiu's face changed and became gloomy when he heard this. He put on his hat again with a move of his arm and said:

"Why, fellow Daoist Hong, do you look down on our "fellow cultivators' association"? We have more than a dozen masters in the middle stage of Qi Refining, and there are also four masters in the late stage of Qi Refining. Don't you think they are not in Daoist Daoist's eyes?"

Pei Sanjiu reported the strength of the fellow cultivators' association, and a trace of complacency flashed in his eyes. There was a hint of threat in his words. It was obvious that he regarded Liu Yu as a lone casual cultivator.

In his opinion, this should be enough to intimidate the alchemist. After all, their fellow cultivators' association still has some reputation in Huangshan Market. Although they are all bad reputations, bad reputations are often more frightening than good reputations.

Liu Yu had seen even Jindan-stage cultivators in Yuanyang Sect, so how could he be afraid of a mere wild group of independent cultivators?

With his current strength, as long as he was not trapped or besieged, these independent cultivators would not pose much of a threat to him. After all, independent cultivators were far inferior to cultivators from sects and families in terms of skills, secret techniques, and magical tools.

Independent cultivators were selfish, and if he killed one or two of them with thunderous means and frightened them, how many people would dare to fight him to the death?