Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Wu Fan didn't wait long. After a while, the young man came hurriedly with an old man.

When the old man saw Wu Fan, he looked at him and said, "I've been waiting for a long time. I heard that you are here to sell monster materials?"

"Yes, I want to sell monster materials. The shopkeeper should take me to the courtyard. Your house can't accommodate all my monsters." When Wu Fan saw the old man, he knew that he was the shopkeeper. He had come here several times before, but this time he changed his appearance and the shopkeeper didn't recognize him.

When the old man heard this, his eyes lit up and he thought: This strong man seems to have brought a lot of monster materials. If there are really second-level monsters as he said, it will be a big deal.

"Okay, fellow Taoist, please follow me." After the old man said this, he turned around and walked towards the back door, and Wu Fan followed closely behind him.

After passing through the back door of the shop and coming to an open space in a courtyard, Wu Fan looked at the open space and thought that it could barely hold his monster corpses.

"My fellow Taoist, do you think this is feasible?" The old man looked back at Wu Fan and said.

"It's barely possible."

After Wu Fan finished speaking, he didn't waste any words and directly slapped the storage bags on his waist. Then more than ten monster corpses flew out of them. The small ones were two or three feet in size, and the big ones were seven or eight feet long.

This scene scared the old man. The old man's eyes were wide open, staring at the monster corpses one by one, the first-level monster "Fierce Wind Wolf", the second-level monster "Bloodthirsty Demon Spider", the second-level monster "Black Iron Bull", the second-level monster "Red Poison Mang"...

When the old man saw the last monster corpse, he almost jumped up and down. He actually saw a third-level monster corpse. If he remembered correctly, this third-level monster should be the "Green Eyed Crazy Lion". This is a powerful monster, and I don't know which senior killed it.

The old man certainly didn't think Wu Fan had the ability to kill these monsters, so he thought it was killed by a senior.

The old man looked at the corpses of the monsters carefully. After a long time, he finally let out a breath and said, "Daoyou, are you planning to sell all these?"

"Yes, sell them all. Give me a price, shopkeeper."

"In that case, I'll calculate it for you. I'll give you 3,000 spirit stones for these first-level monsters, and 12,000 spirit stones for these five second-level monsters. As for this third-level monster, I'll give you 30,000 spirit stones. What do you think, Daoyou?" After looking at the monster corpses, the old man began to calculate carefully.

"Okay, just calculate it according to the shopkeeper's price, but I still need to buy some things from you." Wu Fan said without comment.

When the old man heard that the business was so simple and wrong, and that the man wanted to buy something from him, he was immediately delighted and said, "What do you want to buy?"

"I want to buy a good spirit beast bag and some elixirs."

Just like that, an hour later, Wu Fan walked out of the store and flew out of Changyang Market on his flying sword.

Wu Fan bought the spirit beast bag for the little white fox, because the storage bag cannot hold living things, but this spirit beast bag is very magical. It is about the same size as the storage bag, both of which are the size of a palm, but it can hold living things, because the spirit beast bag contains spiritual energy, and spirit beasts can also practice in it.

It is really inconvenient for Wu Fan to enter and exit that small space. He has to wait for a quarter of an hour every time he enters, and he has to bring the little white fox with him. If he wants to come out, he also needs to go in before he can bring the little white fox out, so Wu Fan bought this spirit beast bag, which will be much more convenient when summoning the little white fox in the future.

Wu Fan bought a lot of pills, most of which were for the little white fox, and some talismans, because he had almost used up the talismans he had bought when he was in the Black Dragon Mountains.

After finishing all the things, Wu Fan flew out of Changyang Market. More than a hundred miles away from Changyang Market, Wu Fan found a hidden place and released the little white fox.

"Little white fox, this is the spirit beast bag I bought for you. When I go out in the future, you can go into this spirit beast bag. I have put a lot of pills in this bag." Wu Fan hugged the little white fox and whispered to it.

"Aoao", the little white fox heard that there were pills, and then cried happily twice, and licked Wu Fan's face with its pink little tongue, which made Wu Fan laugh.

After the man and the beast made a fuss for a while, the little white fox "whooshed" into the spirit beast bag on his waist. It should be very eager to eat the pills in the spirit beast bag.

After Wu Fan looked around, he stood up and flew towards the sky with his flying sword, but he did not fly to the direction of Qingfeng Gate, but flew to other directions.

There was a forest five hundred miles away from Changyang Market. At this time, two figures were talking in the forest. One of them sighed and said, "Alas, Boss Xiong, we haven't had sex for half a month. I think we should change places. There are no cultivators passing by here."

The man who spoke was in his forties, with a scar on his face and a full beard.

"Brother Qi, don't worry. This place is so close to Changyang Market. There will definitely be lone cultivators coming here. Other routes are generally some big sects or cultivators from immortal families. We can't afford to offend them. I think we should wait a little longer." The other man was also in his forties, but he had a strong back and a strong waist, and looked extremely powerful.

"Boss Xiong, why don't we stop after a few more swindles! If we intercept a powerful person, we won't even have a place to buy medicine for regret." The scarred man called Brother Qi said with a worried look on his face.

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? You are at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and I am at the ninth level. As long as we don't rob the top cultivators above the tenth level of Qi Refining, who should we be afraid of? Don't forget, I still have a high-level magic weapon. Besides, we have been robbing for so many years, and have we ever failed?" The boss called Boss Xiong said with a sneer on his face and didn't care.

As soon as Boss Xiong finished speaking, he saw a sword light flying from the sky and flying straight towards them.

"Haha, finally there is prey at the door, and it's a little cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Judging from his clothes, he is not a disciple of those big sects."

The boss called Boss Xiong laughed loudly, thinking that after waiting for half a month, he finally waited for a little lamb.

The man named Brother Qi also had a cruel look on his face, laughing non-stop.

Wu Fan was flying in the sky on his flying sword, when he suddenly saw two beams of light shooting in front of him. The light faded, revealing two middle-aged strong men, one with a full beard and the other with a burly body. Wu Fan was a little curious about why these two men blocked his way, and he didn't know them in his memory.

Since Wu Fan entered the world of immortal cultivation, he has never been targeted by other cultivators, and he has never even fought with other cultivators. In the past few years, except for occasionally going to Changyang Market, he basically practiced in the sect.

There are foundation-building cultivators in the market, so it is safe, not to mention the sect. No one would dare to go to Qingfeng Sect to make trouble, and Qingfeng Sect has its own rules. It is forbidden for fellow disciples to fight in the sect. So in the past few years, except for killing some monsters in the "Black Dragon Mountains", Wu Fan has never really fought.