Journey To Longevity

The green-robed monk's voice attracted everyone's attention, and they looked at him and Zhang Shiping with different expressions. Of course, most of the monks had masks to hide their expressions, Zhang Shiping's expression darkened, and he remained silent.

After a few breaths, the green-robed monk also seemed to suddenly realize that his behavior just now was extremely inappropriate, so he quickly stood up and bowed slightly: "Please forgive me, fellow daoist."

Originally, Zhang Shiping sent a sound transmission to this green-robed monk, and after the exchange meeting ended, the two of them would find another place to make a deal, but unexpectedly, this person's yelling made his idea come to nothing.

The green-robed monk flicked his sleeves on the table, then walked a few steps quickly, and arrived at the side where Zhang Shiping was sitting.

"It's okay, fellow Taoist, please sit down." Zhang Shiping glanced at the brocade box floating around the green-robed monk, suppressed a little unhappiness in his heart, and said in a deep voice, and then he put his consciousness into the storage jade belt around his waist In the process, after five or six breaths of effort, he took out two jade bottles and put them on the table. The bottles were about five or six inches high, and they were a bit larger than ordinary medicine bottles.

Zhang Shiping pulled out the corks, poured out a lotus seed the size of a fingernail from each bottle, stretched it forward, and fell into the hands of the green-robed monk.

The green-robed monk looked at the two black and white lotus seeds in his hand, held them in front of him and looked at them carefully, turned the two small lotus seeds several times in a row, and sniffed them through the mask, his eyes became more and more excited.

He lightly twirled the two lotus seeds with his fingers, took some lotus powder from each, and controlled them with his divine sense to mix them together, congealing into a pill that was three times smaller than a grain of rice.

"Fellow Daoist, can you allow me to try this red soul lotus seed?" Suddenly, this person seemed to remember something, and said with some embarrassment

Zhang Shiping looked at the obviously excited green-robed monk sitting across from him, and nodded slightly, "Fellow Daoist, please go ahead!"

With Zhang Shiping's words, the green-robed monk said "thank you" and lifted the mask lightly, and the small lotus powder pill flew in through the gap, and he swallowed it in one gulp. Then he immediately put the mask back on, remained silent, and carefully felt the effects of the medicine.

Obviously this person knows the way to take soul lotus seeds. It's just that it's the first time Zhang Shiping has heard of the saying that soul lotus seeds can heal the injury of 'Evil'.

Seeing that this person was testing medicine, Zhang Shiping looked at this person from the beginning again.

When the green-robed monk was talking about his injuries just now, none of the Jindan monks that Zhang Shiping knew matched him. He guessed that this person was most likely a Jindan cultivator who had just arrived in Nanming Island. Otherwise, as long as there is a monk who has stayed in Nanming Island, the magic circle in the city must have recorded the breath of this person.

Nanming City is no different from ordinary square cities. Under the city is a huge magic circle. If it is presided over by several Nascent Soul monks, it will be extremely powerful, and it will be both offensive and defensive. Recording the breath of monks coming and going is just a small incidental method.

Of course, this kind of thing is said to the outside world to prevent some sea beast monsters who are good at hiding from sneaking into the city and harming the monks. The Red Moon Tower, Xuanyuanzong, and Bixiao Palace that built Nanming Island didn't say clearly that the formation has the effect of monitoring, but how could the Jindan monks not know.

The monks in the early and middle stages of foundation establishment were not high-level and violated the rules of the city. Some of them were arrested by the guards in the city before they even ran out of the city. Most of the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment and even in the realm of false alchemy have learned to be in awe and want to form alchemy. These people are the most peaceful in the city, but it is difficult to say outside the city.

It was those Golden Core cultivators who really caused big troubles, especially those real casual cultivators who thought they were superb in escapism. They had weird temperaments and acted wildly. As for Zhenjun Yuanying, these old monsters really want to hide, even the magic circle in the city can't detect it.

After ten or so breaths, the green-robed monk slowly opened his eyes, and there was a flash of light, and the injury seemed to have improved a little.

"Sure enough, it's the same as what I've taken before. Just a little will have miraculous effects. Fellow Daoist is so lucky that he can even find such rare spiritual things as soul lotus seeds. I think fellow Daoist should also need this Gengjin, right? The green-robed monk showed joy in his eyes, and pushed the brocade box containing Gengjin forward, and placed it in front of Zhang Shiping.

"I have forty-six lotus seeds here, including the lotus seeds in the hands of fellow daoists. If this piece of Gengjin gold is bigger, it will be okay. But the one in the hands of fellow daoists is too small, it is not enough, I can only give three Ten pieces!" Zhang Shiping didn't put away the Gengjin, but shook his head lightly.

There was a sneer, and the little boy who looked like eleven or twelve years old sitting on a high stool couldn't help laughing. It's just that when he was about to speak, he was glared at by the tall and thin monk at the same table, so he kept silent.

"Li Daoyou, you should change your talkativeness." The fat monk next to him said with a smile on his face.

As for the other Golden Core cultivators, they glanced at the two of them for a while, but didn't say much. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Who told this green-robed fellow Taoist to talk too much about his injuries, and also pointed out that he urgently needs soul lotus seeds. If it were any one of them, they would definitely not let go of this good opportunity. If they don't beat the bone and suck the marrow, they will regret it afterwards!

The green-robed monk took a deep look at Zhang Shiping, and then pushed the brocade box containing the two demon pills over.

"Thirty-six pills!" Zhang Shiping said without changing his expression. Just now Huafeng Sanren exchanged three Heavenly Gu Insect Pills for one Yao Pill, and Zhang Shiping added them according to the gourd painting.

"Fellow daoist, let's pass, add these two golden light swords, and exchange these two bottles of soul lotus seeds in the hands of fellow daoist. I don't have any more, so how about we just make friends?" The green-robed monk narrowed his eyes slightly He got up, let out a sigh of relief, and put the last brocade box heavily in front of Zhang Shiping.

"Since fellow daoists have said so, let's exchange it like this." Zhang Shiping smiled, flicked his fingers, and delivered the two bottles of lotus seeds in front of him firmly to the green-robed monk. He took a deep breath. With a sigh of relief, he picked up the lotus seeds and checked them.

After a while, he stood up and returned to his original seat without saying a word. Zhang Shiping didn't take it seriously, with a flick of his sleeve, the three brocade boxes on the table disappeared instantly.

"Since fellow daoist has such an advantage, why not go to fellow daoist? I want to see if there are any other rare things in the hands of fellow daoist, so that I can open my eyes!" said the short monk surnamed Li. , scratching the black nails on the table, accompanied by harsh voices, he couldn't help talking, of course he was stared at by the tall and thin monk again.

The other Jindan real people in the building looked at Zhang Shiping, the green-robed monk, and couldn't help secretly envious in their hearts.

Zhang Shiping glanced at the table of the monk surnamed Li, chuckled, shook his head and said slowly: "Everything has a first come first, first come first, I should be the last to come in the back, so it's not breaking the rules, who will come next?" Fellow Daoist, please."

"This fellow Taoist is right, so it's my turn." A black-clothed monk sitting upright said, "I have a fourth-order monster bone here, and I want to exchange it for a bottle of golden core late-stage monks. I wonder if any fellow daoists are interested in the panacea for increasing mana?"

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In the next exchange meeting, the golden core monks took out spiritual objects that they didn't need, and exchanged them with each other, each taking what he needed. Once someone's stuff is taken out, it attracts people to scramble for it, sell it at a high price, and he is satisfied; there are also people's things that no one cares about, so they have no choice but to put them away. Of course, there are still a few monks looking for some very rare spiritual objects. After asking all the monks present, no one can get them out.