Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Now that this person has come forward to mediate, it makes him look good, so there is no need to take action.

"Hmph! Let's see!"

At the same time, Xu Kai also snorted coldly, glared at Wu Fan fiercely, and sat back on the chair again.

Of course, he would calm down and stop irritating Wu Fan. That was because of the earnest persuasion of the old man named Pang.

The occurrence of this scene made everyone in the room look disappointed. Among them, the short old man named Liang even sighed secretly.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, continue!"

Upon seeing this, Zhong Renliang nodded with satisfaction, then turned his attention to the people on the stage.

"Haha, okay, what I brought today is a piece of "Kunmu Divine Iron". This thing was obtained from a dangerous place in the southern border a few years ago. You must all know how precious this material is, so I won't More introductions, please take a look..."

The old man surnamed Fang didn't talk nonsense. After nodding in agreement, he turned over his hand and took out a piece of iron that looked like charcoal, which seemed to be very heavy, and began to introduce it.

After he put forward his request, the eyes of several people below immediately lit up, and they were all willing to exchange things. After a final competition, a middle-aged lady with a graceful figure exchanged it for him.

But the strange thing is that after the old man surnamed Fang finished the transaction, he did not step off the stage immediately. Instead, he turned his attention to Wu Fan and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Wu, to be honest, a large part of the reason why Fang came to participate in the exchange meeting this time is because of you."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the room turned around and looked surprised.

"Oh~! Why?"

Wu Fan did not remain silent this time, but asked with interest.

This old man is just an early-stage monk, and considering the things that happened just now, he doesn't believe that the other party dares to talk nonsense to him, so there is a high probability that something is really going on.

And what happened at this exchange meeting must be related to the treasure, which gave Wu Fan a little hope.

As expected, the old man named Fang kept the smile on his face and said something that made Wu Fan feel happy!

"Because I have the material you want in my hand, which I also obtained in the Southern Territory a few years ago!"

The mysterious look of the old man surnamed Fang is a bit off-putting!

"What is it?"

Wu Fan's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to ask.

"Exactly what you want" Gold Crystal Iron! "

"Is this true?"

"Of course it's true, fellow Taoist, please take a look!"

As soon as Mr. Fang finished speaking, he turned over his hand and took out a golden iron block the size of a fist, and waved it in front of Wu Fan's eyes!

"Hey! It's true, and the size is enough! I wonder if Fellow Daoist Fang is willing to exchange?"

Looking carefully at the object in the opponent's hand, Wu Fan's eyes flashed with surprise, because this object was the material of the puppet.

He never expected that in just over two months, he would actually find the same thing. Looking at it from this point of view, this Eastern Jin Territory is worthy of being the holy land of the human race. No wonder the monks from other large areas are willing to come here to travel.

At this moment, Wu Fan was very excited, and the anger in his heart was instantly wiped away. As long as he got this thing, he would only have the last three materials left to refine the puppet, which would be very close to his goal. step.

"Of course it can be exchanged! However, I would like to add one more thing to the original exchange conditions, but I don't know if Fellow Daoist Wu can agree to it!"

The old man surnamed Fang nodded first, then showed an embarrassed look on his face, and said slightly coyly.

Upon hearing this, Wu Fan's fiery heart immediately cooled down.

"Fellow Daoist Fang also knows that what I gave out far exceeds the value of gold crystal iron. It contains not only five bottles of cultivation elixirs, but also a top-grade talisman and a hundred high-grade spiritual stones! Add these things together, and in exchange for Your gold crystal and iron are more than enough, but now you want to add something, isn’t it a bit unreasonable?”

Wu Fan frowned slightly and said slightly dissatisfied.

"Haha, fellow Daoist Wu, don't worry. I understand what you are talking about. But there is one thing on your list that is very important to me. Otherwise, I don't need the spirit stone, but I have to add that thing. In fact, it counts. If you get up, I don’t want much!”

Mr. Fang shook his head and smiled bitterly, expressing his meaning implicitly.

"That's it. Okay, then you can tell me what it is first. If it's not too much, I don't think I can't agree."

Wu Fan felt relieved, and after a moment of silence, he nodded.

"Then I won't beat around the bush, I want your bottle of "Marrow Shaping Pills". I know that this elixir is extremely valuable, but it is indeed very important to me. I hope Fellow Daoist Wu can make it happen!"

Fang Lao looked solemn, and after speaking quickly, he cupped his hands at Wu Fan with a look of hope in his eyes.

"Shaping Marrow Pill, are you injured?"

Wu Fan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but ask.

You must know that this marrow shaping pill is a holy medicine for healing and is extremely precious. He has used a large number of elixirs that are more than three thousand years old to refine it. It is very effective in treating the hidden injuries of monks in the Nascent Soul stage.

"Alas! That's right, I was accidentally attacked by someone more than ten years ago, leaving serious wounds. This time I went to the Southern Territory just to find some elixirs to cure my injuries, but it's a pity...!"

There was bitterness on Mr. Fang's face, he shook his head and sighed. Although he didn't finish his words, everyone present felt like they were in a mirror.

For a moment, everyone in the room turned their attention to Wu Fan.

"That's it! Well, I can't help you in this situation. I agree to the exchange!"

Wu Fan rolled his eyes and nodded happily. He naturally wouldn't care about a mere bottle of pills.

"Really changed? Haha, okay, I'll thank Wu for being here...!"

Fang Lao was overjoyed when he heard this. After laughing loudly, he was about to express his thanks. However, he never thought that before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a voice.

"Hey! It turns out that Mr. Fang was injured. Why didn't you mention this to me? With the friendship between you and me over the years, how could I sit idly by and do nothing. Otherwise, let me give you the healing elixir. Although It’s not a plastic marrow pill, but it’s no less effective than this medicine. In addition, I’m giving you eight bottles of cultivation elixirs, plus a top-level defense talisman. As long as Mr. Fang gives me the gold crystal iron, how about it?”

Although these words were said in an ordinary way, they exploded in the room like a thunder, making everyone present stunned for a moment. The next moment, everyone turned to look at the person who spoke, with a strange look on their face.

Because everyone knew that someone was going to rob Wu Fan's things, which made everyone excited and wanted to see what would happen next. They all looked like they were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

But at this time, Wu Fan's face turned gloomy, and he turned to look at Xu Kai coldly, because these words came from his mouth!