Hou Jian's voice attracted countless discussions in the square. Soon a group of people gathered around them, each of whom stared at the top of the tiger head, waiting for Xiao Mingyue to refuse the offer from Tiger Head Brother. The strong man looked bad, and his big eyes were glaring at Hou Jian and said, "What price do I have to sell for? Why are you arguing about? I'm breaking into the nest of the second-grade monster. Have you ever been in?"

"I...!" Hou Jian spoke up and argued: "No matter how dangerous it is, it is not worth eighty crystals. Do we have a treasure worth this price here? If so, it would have been taken away by the person sent from above (the cultivation shop in Yanxia City). It will be your turn to sell it for a large price."

Hou Jian's words made sense. Brother Tigerhead was speechless, his eyes were tearful and his face turned blue, and he couldn't pour out all the bitterness.

The trading square is a very low-level place. The chance of finding a treasure is not lacking, the probability is almost zero. Every day, there are small cultivation shops like Yutian Pavilion who come to receive goods, and there are people above who collect raw stones and other things in large quantities. A valuable item has a very small possibility of being ignored.

Others don’t know that Hou Jian’s monkey essence, but he still didn’t notice it? Brother Hutou’s little black iron has been on the street stall for at least two or three months. In two or three months, after hundreds of first-grade and second-grade fire control masters, small bosses who purchased the raw stones, and thousands of people’s eyes, the possibility of becoming a treasure is very slim.

Xiao Mingyue is Hou Jian’s potential big buyer. He has put all his efforts into shaking the flag and shouting for Xiao Mingyue. Is he loyal to him?

With a bitter smile, the price of eighty crystals was too high, so high that Xiao Mingyue could not afford it at all. After removing the twenty-two crystals, only eighty-nine left on his first-grade crystals. When he took eighty ones, how could he spend the second half of the month? Even if he could survive, the idea of ​​buying a turbulent fire must be cut off.

Xiao Mingyue twisted the iron piece with his fingers, and regretfully prepared to put the iron piece back to its original place. In an instant, a shadow flashed through his mind. This is...,---Xiao Mingyue was stunned, with a dull expression.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there was a man standing with his hands behind his back. He looked at his age and was a little similar to him. He stared at him carefully and then looked a few more times. Xiao Mingyue almost exclaimed, wasn't that me himself? The "he" in the sea of ​​consciousness had a calm expression, a bright gaze, staring sharply in front of him, and his body was motionless.

The mist of heaven and earth is silent, but the small world in front of me seems particularly quiet and abrupt, full of mysterious characteristics.

"Xiao Mingyue" in the sea of ​​consciousness did not make any moves, but gave him the illusion of spiritual connection. It seemed that when the figure moved slightly, his body would move. When the figure and mind moved, his mind would move, and a craze of surprise surged, baby, absolute baby! Xiao Mingyue tried hard to suppress the throbbing thoughts, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

"I won't sell my own things. Is it necessary for you to give me some advice?" Seeing more people laughing at him, Brother Hutou was so angry that he buried his head in cleaning up the street stall. Xiao Mingyue's body trembled slightly. He paused in the sea of ​​consciousness for at least ten seconds. Why, after awakening, Brother Hutou continued the same movement? - The illusion triggered by Xiao Hei Iron, no matter how long it took, it would take no time to enter it.

He suddenly looked into his arms, Xiao Mingyue took out a lot of crystals and handed them to Brother Hutou's hand, and said, "Brother Hutou, I bought your small iron piece. At the price you mentioned, eighty crystals."

With a bang, the surroundings were in full swing. Some people actually used 80 first-grade crystals to buy unknown small iron tablets. They were crazy and stupid, or were they so cautious about money? Many people looked at Xiao Mingyue, and Xiao Mingyue looked calm and his heart was beating, for fear that the other party would notice that his expression was different and he would not sell iron tablets.

"You, you, don't really want to buy my iron piece, right?" Brother Hutou was knocked unconscious by a large number of crystals, and was completely in a semi-cool and half-awake state, talking nonsense.

"Buy, I want to buy it. What if it is a treasure? No one knows it!" Xiao Mingyue said with a firm will and a stubborn expression.

"Are you stupid? Brother," Hou Jian reached out to explore Xiao Mingyue's forehead, but Xiao Mingyue stared back at him. The boy shivered and his mouth twitched, "Eighty crystals! Grandma's, how many months will I earn?"

"Young man, you are taking a risk!" A knowledgeable middle-aged man reminded Xiao Mingyue.

"Young man, I'm being tricked!" Someone sighed and sighed, why don't they have so many crystals, enough to buy many good things!

"Madman, madman, it's simply unreasonable!" An ordinary small sect's outer disciple has more than ten first-grade crystals in a month, and some even less. Eighty-grade crystals are sold at a time. Many people suspect that Xiao Mingyue's true identity is an inner disciple or a key cultivation target of the cultivation family. But why did he go to such a square where birds do not shit and get mixed with external disciples of various sects who have no power, no power, no money and no power? It makes people confused.

He stared at Xiao Mingyue and put on the small iron piece and smiled at him. The tiger-headed brother's honest face fell down, and he was really nervous, and his calves were trembling constantly. I'm afraid that in his heart, he never thought that the small iron piece could be sold one day. The reason why the price was because he took the risk at the beginning made him unwilling to sell at a too low price.

Holding a handful of crystals in his hand, feeling the naked, greedy and envious eyes of everyone around him, the tiger-headed brother quickly packed up the street stall without saying a word, put the things in the waste and defective Qiankun bag, and turned around and ran away from the scene.

Seeing Brother Tiger Head's ridiculous behavior from afar, Xiao Mingyue couldn't laugh at all. She lowered her head silently, feeling the panic in her mood. After parting with the crowd, he also left, and there was a noise around her.

"Little brother, look at my goods, there are good things!"

"Brother, an abandoned flying sword is only priced at fifty crystals. You can afford it even if you move your fingers."

"Brother Xiao, next time I come, I will look for me in Hou Jian! See how big a deal I have brought to you."

The sound of water was rising in my ears, but Xiao Mingyue never dared to look back. He left Yuntianmen halfway up the mountain and rushed back to the Haotian Sect a hundred miles away. The mountain was green mountains, towering into the clouds, and the water was green water, clear and clear. He went west and climbed to a high place. After walking for a long time, he saw the huge mountain gate of Haotian Sect, standing among the white clouds, and a solemn and vicissitudes of vicissitudes rose deep in his heart. Xiao Mingyue stood quietly under the mountain gate, paused for a long time before turning around and walking towards another mountain road.

The faint forest and dense grass step on the blue bricks, making a "crunching" sound. The dusk sunset hides the sky. Looking from a high place, the Yuntian Gate, looking far away, is like a ferocious beast covering the sky, lying between the vast sky. Here, you can even appreciate the smoke city above the Yuntian Gate, full of thousands of rays of light, the clouds are simmering, and the endless spreads, like a huge colorful curtain covering the sky, making people feel dazed and touched.

Good scenery, good place!

With a little black iron in his arms, Xiao Mingyue rushed back to Zixin Pavilion with concern. The outer disciples did not live in the mountain gate. Only after being promoted to inner disciples can they be qualified to climb to a higher height. Zixin Pavilion is one of the ten major branches of the outer disciples of Haotian Sect. There are more than 10,000 disciples under the sect, without exception, all of them are inequality outer disciples. Even the elders who take care of them here will be regarded as marginal people and are not valued by the sects.

Outer disciples practice by themselves, accept gifts from elders and senior disciples, and have basic practice of mind methods for you to refer to and read. If you cannot understand thoroughly, there is no need to be cultivated and trained. Because the basic mind methods are too simple, they rarely cause accidents of being possessed by evil spirits, but because of the qualifications and comprehension abilities of each disciple, the progress of cultivation varies greatly, and there is no similar one.

There are tens of thousands of outer disciples who have impacted the concentration stage every month. Once successful, they can be promoted to inner disciples and enjoy supreme glory. There are only three or five disciples who have impacted the qualification of fire control masters every month. If they succeed, they will be a qualified fire control master. In the future, they will not only serve the sect, but also find a prosperous way to make money and earn treasure for themselves.

However, disciples who have the qualifications of Fire Control Master and who have not broken through the Condensation Stage will still not be qualified as inner disciples and cannot cross the mountain gate one step.

"Brother Xiao, you have come back from Yuntianmen. How are you? Have you gained anything?" Someone from afar greeted him. He had a slender figure and beautiful face, a fair face, and a white-faced scholar's handsomeness. After seeing Xiao Mingyue, he chuckled enthusiastically and looked a little timid, full of curiosity about unknown things.

"Buy a jade talisman and twenty-two crystal stones," Xiao Mingyue replied casually.

"So much! We outer disciples only have ten pieces of money every month. Brother Xiao, you spend so much at a time, aren't you afraid you can't continue?"

"What are you afraid of? We will never be outside disciples all our lives, right? Learning more about the outside scene will be of great benefit to future adventures."

"Inner Disciple," the other party stuck out his tongue and said bitterly: "Brother Xiao, you have the hope of becoming an inner disciple. I have not. It has been three years since I have risen from the fifth level of the Qi Gathering Period to the sixth level of the Qi Gathering Period. I want to break through the Spirit Condensation Period, but I don't even have the Sect. I just hope to live a little longer and be assigned to the branch by the sect. When I get there, it is the day for me, He Shaohua!"

"Uh, being assigned to the branch stele does not mean that the future path to cultivation will be destroyed? Are you really willing to bear it?" Xiao Mingyue said in surprise.

"There is no way. I have no talent, no savings, and no support. I have no chance to rely on the cultivation family. Who has the chance to do it? Instead, I have been assigned and sent to others...." He Shaohua obviously encountered something that made him dissatisfied, so he dared not complain easily, but could only talk to Xiao Mingyue.
Chapter completed!