Yan Yuheng snatched the storage bag for a long time, but he couldn't bear to let go of elixirs and talismans. These are all life-saving, so he couldn't bear to let go of magic weapons and magic weapons. I don't know if they recognize them or whether they will use them.

After thinking about it, Yan Yuheng took out a small storage bag from the storage bag and said to Fu Ye: "Fellow Daoist Fu, I don't have anything to exchange for the ghost breath beads. I have an ore vein in my house. These are all produced in the mines and contain divine breath. Can you change this to some ghost breath beads?"

Yan Yuheng took out a storage bag of gold beads, which contained a total of ten thousand gold beads. The Daoxiu currency here is gold and stone, which is larger than the gold beads, but the divine atmosphere inside is complex and thin, so it cannot be compared with the gold beads. Gu Xiu and Peng Chang competed to look at each other, and they suddenly found that Yan Yuheng was smarter than them.

They did not dare to take out the golden beads before because the golden beads are different from the golden stones here, and they are afraid that the monks here will see their differences from the golden beads and are not real people from the underworld gods, which will cause great trouble. However, they did not expect that the golden beads are not only currency, but also an ore containing divine breath.

Yan Yuheng's words "I have a mine, and this was opened from my mine" can explain the problem they could not solve before. It is really... it really makes them not know how to say it.

Fu Ye had already taken out a golden bead and observed it carefully, with a hint of excitement on his face, "The divine breath contained in this bead is very pure, although not many, well, about five are equivalent to a low-grade breath that can be replenished by a pill of breath."

"There are no five... ah..." Before Yan Yuheng finished speaking, Gu Xiu stepped on his feet hard. Without him finishing his words, Gu Xiu knew what he was going to say. According to Fu Ye, the quality of the breath-replenishing pill here cannot be compared with the God Realm, but none of the three of them were ready to sell pills, so there was no need to say this again.

"Fellow Daoist Yan?" Fu Ye was surprised.

Yan Yuheng waved his hand, "Oh, it's okay, it's okay... I'm just... surprised by fellow Taoist Fu's calculation ability. Yes, that's it. Although I have used a lot of this golden bead since it was mined, I have never converted it with the breath replenishing pill. I used to get twenty golden beads to exchange for a low-grade breath replenishing pill with someone. Now, I think about it, I feel a little bit lost, and it hurts my heart."

Gu Xiu glanced at Yan Yuheng at a slant. His mind was very fast. He was looking for this excuse well.

Fu Ye smiled, "Fellow Daoist Yan probably hasn't refined a pill. Although the divine breath contained in these five gold beads is equivalent to a low-grade breath replenishing pill, the value of a low-grade breath replenishing pill is far higher than five gold beads. There are more than twenty gold beads, well, ten gold beads are just the same."

"Why is this?" Yan Yuheng asked blankly, Gu Xiu was speechless. His mind had just been enlightened for a moment and immediately returned to its original state.

"It takes time to absorb divine breath from this golden bead, and divine breath must first flow from the meridian gate and enter the dantian. When fighting, time is life, and even one breath is not delayed. At this point, the breath replenishing pill has much advantage over the golden bead. If you take pills, the pills will directly turn into divine breath, and the speed will be much faster."

Maybe it was very happy to see so many golden beads containing pure divine breath. Fu Ye was very patient in the face of Yan Yuheng, the two guys.

In the end, this 1,500-odd gold bead was exchanged for the 1,500 medium-grade ghost breath beads.

The three of them changed the Guixizhu, got the news again, and left the West Street Inn directly.

After leaving the West Street Inn, Gu Xiu asked Peng Changzheng, "Senior Brother Peng, have you followed us?"

Gu Xiu himself did not find anyone following him, but Peng Changzheng's spiritual power was much stronger than hers.

Peng Changzheng shook his head, "No."

"This is a bit strange. Although what we have brought out is not good, it is also good here. The three of us are just monks in the Condensation Stage, and the Fuxue Caravan has monks in the late stage of the True God. Even if they are very honest, are they not curious about our identities? Or do they really believe in the identities we made up? Even if the people in the Fuxue Caravan are very honest, what about the other caravans at West Street Inn?"

Gu Xiu could think that there should be no danger in the West Street Inn. After all, those caravans still have to do business. If the three of them are robbed and killed in the West Street Inn, then who would dare to trade with the caravans in the West Street Inn in the future? This is obviously a behavior that harms others and is not beneficial to oneself.

However, when they went out of the West Street Inn in Three Day, someone would probably follow them. For this reason, Gu Xiu had figured out what methods to escape. Although the other party had a monk in the True God stage, the environment here was completely different from the Sawthorn Mountain. This was a city where ghost cultivators were in charge. Although there was no explicit statement that fighting in the city was not allowed, for the weak cultivators, it would be better for everyone to have the ambition to be a human being with their tails together.

This kind of concern gave Gu Xiu and the other two a chance, not to mention that they had a trump card, that is, Lin Wen, who was also a ghost cultivator. Gu Xiu had sent a message to Lin Wen before and asked her to pick them up at the street intersection.

Lin Wen is a ghost cultivator. In this ghost city, even a cultivator in the True God stage dares not kill a ghost cultivator in the Fixing Stage.

But now, it seems that her previous considerations were completely overthinking, and no one followed them. Fu Xue's caravan and other caravans at West Street Inn seemed to be rare caravans with integrity, which made Gu Xiu feel like he was judging a gentleman's ambition with a villain's heart.

Peng Changzheng was also very confused, but he did not relax his vigilance. His spiritual sense was still on guard until Lin Wen was waiting at the intersection of the street and saw the three people, shouting "Sister Gu, Fellow Daoist Peng, you are out." Then he saw the bustling streets behind Lin Wen with ghost cultivators, which made Peng Changzheng breathe a sigh of relief.

Gu Xiu was puzzled by the behavior of Fu Xue's caravan here, thinking that they were rare caravans with integrity. In the West Street Inn, Fu Xue's caravans were arguing inside, and the reason was Gu Xiu and the other two who had just left.

As soon as Gu Xiu and the other two left, Fu Xin hurriedly entered the inner room. There was only a narrow bed three feet wide. On the bed was sitting cross-legged. The old man had wrinkles on his face, his eyes were closed, his face was blue-gray, and his breathing was light. However, it was precisely because of this light breath that people felt that he was a living person, not a dead mummy.

Hearing the footsteps, the old man did not raise his eyelids, and just asked lightly: "What's the matter?" His voice was low and dry, as if one word was pressed out of his throat, and the ears became uncomfortable.

"Old ancestor, you know what happened just now, right?" Fu Xin, a monk from the Sanshen stage, came in. She walked up to the old man and asked respectfully.

It turned out that this thin old man was Fu Yue, a monk in the True God Stage. However, he was no different from an old man who was about to die. He did not feel the pressure of a monk in the True God Stage from him, and could only see the old and old age who was about to die.
Chapter completed!