Mortal Seeking Immortal

After hearing Jin Bao's request to form a team, Ye Zhou originally wanted to refuse Jin Bao, but he did want to know the information that Jin Bao knew, especially the information related to the secret realm.

However, if he formed a team with Jin Bao, the secret of Ye Zhou raising Xiao Yuan and Xiao Shan might be exposed. Ye Zhou and Jin Bao were not familiar with each other. If Jin Bao leaked the information, it would be very disadvantageous to Ye Zhou.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Zhou said: "I'm sorry, Junior Brother, I don't want to form a team with others."

Jin Bao looked disappointed when he heard this. He thought that with the information he knew, Ye Zhou would definitely not refuse to form a team with him.

However, Jin Bao still politely bowed to Ye Zhou and said: "Since Senior Brother Ye is unwilling to form a team, Junior Brother will not delay Senior Brother's time. Goodbye."

After that, Jin Bao turned around to find the next target candidate for the team.

Ye Zhou stopped him at this time: "Junior Brother Jinbao, wait a moment. Although I don't team up with others, I think we can make a deal."

Jinbao looked at Ye Zhou and asked: "Trade? I wonder what you want to exchange with me for this information?"

The information collected by Jinbao was originally for sale within the sect. Just now, he wanted to use this information to exchange for teaming up with Ye Zhou because Ye Zhou had a high level of cultivation and was a direct disciple.

Now that Ye Zhou doesn't want to team up, it's not impossible to make a deal. The key is whether Ye Zhou can afford a price that satisfies Jinbao.

Ye Zhou said: "I don't know your market either. Please tell me."

Jinbao introduced: "Generally speaking, the information of a direct disciple is worth twenty middle-grade spirit stones, and the information of a disciple in the realm of foundation building is worth ten middle-grade spirit stones."

Ye Zhou shook his head and said: "I don't need the information of the disciples, I only need the information related to the secret realm."

Jinbao looked at Ye Zhou meaningfully. In his opinion, Ye Zhou was very confident in his strength, so he didn't care about the information of other disciples.

"All the information related to the secret realm was originally sold for eighty middle-grade spirit stones, but that was the price sold to others. Brother Ye only needs to give me thirty middle-grade spirit stones. The discounted spirit stones are considered as a token of friendship between me and you."

Jin Bao smiled and took out a jade slip from his storage bag. Ye Zhou paid the thirty middle-grade spirit stones in full.

After Jin Bao handed the jade slip to Ye Zhou, he said respectfully: "Brother Ye, if you need any more information in the future, you can come to me again. I am always waiting for you."

Holding the jade slip, Ye Zhou released his consciousness to explore the jade slip.

While Ye Zhou was investigating the jade slip, three figures were standing in a very secluded corner next to the square.

They all wore the clothes of direct disciples. Although they concealed their respective cultivation, through the occasional slight leak of aura, it can be seen that the cultivation of these three people has reached the great perfection of foundation building, and they are only one step away from forming a pill.

The tall young monk standing in the middle looked coldly at Zhao Han in front of the team and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the last time we see this junior brother."

The male monk standing on the left side of the tall young man, who was shaking a folding fan and looked like a nobleman, said, "If their plan succeeds, all the monks who enter the secret realm this time will die."

"It's really uncomfortable to watch the junior brother who has been with me for many years go to die, but who can blame our master for always favoring this junior brother?"

A breeze blew, and the male monk standing on the right side of the two, whose face was as pale as paper, as if he was seriously injured, hurriedly raised his hand to his lips and coughed twice, and said weakly:

"Let's go after watching, go back and wait for good news. If the junior brother dies, the master can only choose one of the three of us to be his last disciple."

As soon as the voice fell, the three of them turned around and walked into the darkness behind them.

When the three turned and retreated into the darkness, Zhao Han, who had been pretending to be a stranger, seemed to have noticed someone spying on him in the corner, and he quietly released his spiritual sense to explore the direction where the three people had just stood.

However, there was no trace of cultivators in that corner except for darkness.

Zhao Han retracted his spiritual sense, frowned and murmured: "No one? Maybe I am too sensitive."

A sturdy cultivator in the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment standing behind Zhao Han stepped forward and asked: "Brother Zhao, what's wrong?"

Zhao Han shook his head and said nothing.

The four cultivators in the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment standing behind Zhao Han were all sent by the Great Elder to help him collect spiritual plants to ensure that he could successfully become the top three in the secret realm of the sect.

It was still early at this time, and the elder in charge of leading the team had not come yet. Many disciples in the team were already waiting impatiently.

Finally, a disciple stood in the crowd and suggested: "Why don't we all make a bet, betting on whether Senior Brother Zhao Han will win the first place in this secret realm trip of our sect, or Senior Brother Xu Yan will win the first place."

After saying that, the disciple skillfully took out a table from the storage bag, wrote the names of Zhao Han and Xu Yan on each side of the table, and drew a thin line in the middle with a flying sword.

Xu Yan was the direct disciple standing at the head of the Beast Taming lineage.

As soon as the disciple finished speaking, the crowd that had been silent suddenly boiled up, and the disciples of the Beast Taming lineage and the Insect Taming lineage argued and betted.

"Of course, Senior Brother Xu Yan of the Beast Taming lineage can win the first place! After all, Senior Brother Xu Yan cultivated to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment earlier than Senior Brother Zhao Han, and his spiritual power is powerful, which is not comparable to Senior Brother Zhao Han, a cultivator who has just entered the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment."

A short and thin disciple standing by the table took out a bag of spirit stones and put it on Xu Yan's name with a snap. Judging from his dress, he was a disciple of the beast control lineage.

A disciple of the insect control lineage shouted unsatisfiedly: "Come on, although Senior Brother Xu Yan entered the foundation-building great perfection state earlier than Senior Brother Zhao Han, how do you know that Senior Brother Zhao Han's spiritual power is not as strong as Senior Brother Xu Yan's? I bet on Senior Brother Zhao Han."

After the two finished speaking, a group of disciples swarmed to the table to place bets. At this time, Wu Yong came late on his poor flying sword.

Without waiting for Ye Zhou to call him, Wu Yong instantly found Ye Zhou among the many disciples.

When Wu Yong lowered his flying sword and came in front of Ye Zhou, Ye Zhou found that Wu Yong had a large black iron pot on his back, and the surface of the pot was occasionally flowing with strands of spiritual light.

Ye Zhou only took a glance at the pot and recognized that it was a foundation-building magic weapon.

In addition to the pot, Wu Yong also had a three-foot-long shiny iron spoon tied around his waist. The spiritual light flowing on this iron spoon was no less than that of the big black pot. It seemed to be a foundation-building magic weapon.

It seemed that Wu Yong's master Wu Yu had even taken out the coffin book this time.