Chapter 92 Three Drops (Please Subscribe 3/5)

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"Qiankun bag?"

After a moment of shock, He Fangwei immediately reacted and widened his eyes.

"Qiankun bag, you have a Qiankun bag?"

It's no wonder he was surprised. Even ordinary foundation-building cultivators may not have a Qiankun bag. It is a storage device, but it is also a symbol of status.

Generally, only cultivators in the late stage of foundation-building or golden elixir stage will have a Qiankun bag.

Seeing Han Yi nod, He Fangwei's view of Han Yi was refreshed again.

"Daoyou, you want to sell the Qiankun bag?"

He asked again uncertainly.

Han Yi nodded silently, and then took out the Qiankun bag.

Before coming to Chiyangfang Market, he had taken the purple jade box containing the blood and bone spirit flower out of the Qiankun bag and put it in his storage bag.

He Fangwei took the Qiankun bag with both hands and carefully identified it.

In a moment, he nodded affirmatively: "It is indeed a Qiankun bag. Although the space inside is not large and it belongs to the lowest level Qiankun bag, it is also a Qiankun bag."

"Tsk tsk, Daoyou, you have a lot of treasures."

Han Yi's face did not change: "Manager He, please give me an estimate."

He Fangwei did not estimate the price immediately, but stood up again: "Daoyou, wait a moment, I have to ask for instructions."

After that, he walked out of the quiet room as before.

After a cup of tea, he came back again.

"Daoyou, are you going to exchange this Qiankun bag for the four extremely yang spiritual objects you just took out?"

Han Yi nodded, this was his purpose, otherwise why would he take out the Qiankun bag.

"Since it is a replacement, it is equivalent to one selling and one buying."

"Since you have come so many times, you must trust Jiulong Store. My master said that he can give you the biggest discount for this transaction."

"Just now, I heard from you that you are interested in the Pure Yang Spiritual Liquid. You have a good eye. The Pure Yang Spiritual Liquid is the most expensive among these spiritual objects, and it has the best compatibility. When refining pills, there are the fewest accidents, and it is very popular."

At this point, He Fangwei's face straightened.

"Then, if you choose to exchange for the Pure Yang Spiritual Liquid, you can exchange for three drops of spiritual liquid."

He Fangwei made a three gesture.

"This is already the biggest discount. This business is just a favor from Jiulong Store. It even compensated the handling fee just to maintain the trust relationship with you."

"What do you think?"

Han Yi didn't believe a single punctuation mark when He Fangwei said "compensated the handling fee". He heard the words "no profit at all" at least four times from He Fangwei.

But he did not show such an expression of disbelief. Instead, his face was happy and he said sincerely: "Thanks to Shopkeeper He and the owner of your store."

They are all old foxes. They can still be friends if they don't expose each other. If they expose each other, they will be slapped in the face on the spot. How can they do business in the future?

Han Yi didn't want to find a new shop to trade with. It was very difficult to establish trust between the two parties.

Seeing Han Yi nod, the deal was considered to be concluded, and He Fangwei's face was full of joy.

"Qiankun bag, this is a Qiankun bag, Daoyou is willing to take it out, it's really, really..."

He Fangwei was actually unable to choose the right words to describe it for a while.

Han Yi suddenly had an idea: "Shopkeeper He, why do you say that the Qiankun bag is so valuable?"

He Fangwei was not afraid that Han Yi would go back on his words. He held the small Qiankun bag with a light flashing in his eyes.

"Daoyou, you don't know this."

"The so-called Qiankun bag is a bag with Qiankun inside. The reason why it is so valuable is not because it has a large space, but because it involves another more valuable thing."

"Another more valuable thing?" Han Yi was puzzled.

"Yes, that is, the magic weapon."

Speaking of the word "magic weapon", He Fangwei was emotional.

"That's a magic weapon."

"Although there is only one word difference between magic weapons and magic tools, their power is like the sun to ants, which is incomparable."

"Generally, the strong men in the foundation-building period, even the golden elixir period, and even some great cultivators in the initial Yuanying period, all use magic weapons."

"The reason why magic weapons are related to the Qiankun bag is that the storage conditions of magic weapons are relatively harsh. If you use a storage bag to store them, it is not impossible. If it is stored in a short time, it is okay, but in the long run, it will cause damage to the magic weapon and even make its power decline."

"If you use the Qiankun bag to store it, there will be no problem."

"Daoyou, don't ask why. This old man doesn't know either. Maybe only the foundation-building cultivators who have magic weapons understand the reason."

After He Fangwei finished speaking, although Han Yi still had some doubts on his face, he also knew the connection between the magic weapon and the Qiankun bag. The deeper reason will naturally have the opportunity to understand when he reaches the foundation-building period.

After a moment.

Han Yi walked out of the Jiulong Shop, his calm face hiding his excitement.

Because the things on him were too important and related to his immortal path, his eyes were extremely alert.

After leaving Chiyang Market, he met a middle-aged man as soon as he reached Qinglong Peak.

The middle-aged man was dressed in white and stood on the most precipitous edge of Qinglong Peak. This was not the Qinglong Cliff where you could enjoy the sea of ​​clouds, but just a steep and strange rock protruding out.

Han Yi could sense his eyes on him from a distance of dozens of meters.

The consciousness in his eyes was obvious, he was waiting for him here.

Although Han Yi was anxious to return to the courtyard and use the extremely yang spiritual objects to refine the blood bone spiritual flower, take it, and transform his bones.

But at this moment, he still walked forward respectfully.

Because this middle-aged man was the leader of the Xuandan Sect, Yuan Shun, whom he had met more than three years ago.

"I have never encountered spies from the Blood God Sect again, nor have I reported them. I have even followed the rules in the sect. I don't know why the leader Yuan is looking for me."

"I just went to the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain Range recently, but I didn't do anything out of the ordinary."

"No, I did kill several cultivators from the Blood God Sect. Could it be that Yuan Shun was there at the time?"

"By the way, just now, I sold the Qiankun bag and bought the pure yang spiritual liquid. Could it be that this matter attracted his attention? Did it come so quickly?"

At this moment, many thoughts and guesses flashed through Han Yi's mind.

But none of them were reflected in his face.

He stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Disciple Han Yi, I pay my respects to the sect master."

Yuan Shun stood on a steep rock, wearing a white robe that did not swell because of the steep mountain. Instead, the space around him was calm without a trace of disturbance.

"Outskirts of the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range, Han Xuxiao is chasing you, right?"

Yuan Shun looked at Han Yi and said, his eyes fell on the Chengying Sword on Han Yi's waist, and a ray of light flashed.

Han Yi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be this matter.

"Disciple thinks so too." Han Yi did not deny it.

"You were chased by Han Xuxiao, and you just happened to escape. Should I say you are lucky, or that you are strong?"

This time, Yuan Shun's words were interrogative sentences.