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"It's already very cheap. Those shops are priced at 120 spirit stones per box!" The strong man glanced at Yang Tian and lowered his eyelids again.

Although the stall owner said it well, those who go to the shop to buy spiritual medicines are usually very rich, or they are in a hurry to lack some kind of spiritual medicines. The price is higher, so naturally I don’t mind it, but it is indeed a little higher here.

Yang Tian smiled and said, "Will you sell the Ninety Spirit Stones?" Before the boss could answer, two people suddenly squeezed in by his side. One of them was short, with frowns and a musk-eyed face. He shouted at the top of his throat: "Boss, how to sell snow lotus seeds? I want them!"

Yang Tian frowned slightly, thinking that this person was too ignorant of the rules and that he had already taken a fancy to this box of elixirs. According to the unwritten rules here, no one else could interfere in the trouble before he had agreed.

"Brother, I want this box of spiritual medicine first!" Yang Tian reminded him.

"Hehe, haven't you paid yet? If you don't want it, I'll buy it at the original price!" The short monk smiled and squeezed into it again.

Yang Tian's expression was slightly dark. He had a slight squall like this, so he could no longer bargain. The boss would not sell it at a high price instead of selling it to himself at a low price. However, thinking that he was in a hurry to lack this medicine, he had to grit his teeth and said, "Boss, let's just make the original price, I want the snow lotus seed!"

This time the short monk did not speak anymore. Instead, a strange light flashed in the boss's eyes. He suddenly became enthusiastic and handed over the jade box with a smile.

After paying the money, Yang Tian turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, a powerful force surged from behind, making him almost unable to stand. Yang Tian's feet swirled and finally released the powerful force. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, two powerful forces rushed over from the left and right, making his waist sore, and he groaned, and knelt halfway in front of the stall.

The incident happened suddenly, and Yang Tian was squeezed to the ground without any time to react. He could only hear a light and crisp sound, as if his hands were holding his body pressing on something.

"Oops!" Yang Tian's expression changed rapidly, and cold sweat suddenly dripped. When contacting the group of people around him just now, he had a strange expression. With the sudden burst of huge forces just now, Yang Tian already understood that he might have fallen into the circle set by others.

"My scroll!" Soon, the stall owner's roar of shock and anger reached his ears.

Yang Tian came to his senses and looked down. His right hand was pressing on a blue scroll full of dust. The scroll seemed to be very old and very fragile. It was immediately damaged by pressure and it seemed to be mostly useless. Looking around for another week, I saw that the people who were still huddling around him intentionally or unintentionally separated the distance, and their eyes flashed at him.

"Boss, this is an accident. I'm sorry. These are thirty spirit stones, which are considered compensation!" Yang Tian looked at the boss's bad eyes, and then looked at the four or five casual cultivators around who were vaguely surrounding him. He sighed bitterly, knowing that he was weak and could not get anything at all, so he had to pay, hoping that the boss was not too greedy and could give up.

He knew that these people were some local cultivators who were locally tyrants, who set up a special bureau to cheat people. They first placed some worthless things on the stalls, deliberately causing customers to "unintentionally" destroy goods, and then they put victims on the table and asked for prices everywhere. Those customers were usually foreign monks or low-level cultivators, and had no power. When encountering such a thing, in most cases, they could only admit that they were unlucky and lost money.

"Hehe, I'm a high-level teleportation scroll. One is worth a thousand spirits. I want to kill thirty spirit stones. I'm cheating!" The stall owner pinched his fist and smiled sinisterly, with a trace of fierce light in his eyes.

Yang Tian widened his eyes, a little incredible. The stall owner was too cruel. I don’t know which corner the scroll was dug out. It was covered with dust and even a piece of it was missing on the edge. It was probably gnawed by a mouse. What’s more serious is why the teleportation scroll was printed with an invisible talisman array!

Taking a deep breath, forcing myself not to see the broken thing that was thrown on the street and even blocked my feet. Yang Tian said in a deep voice: "Boss, these thirty spirit stones are my last possession. I hope you can give it your best!"

Although he was reluctant, the situation was stronger than others, so he could only swallow his anger. He was just a trivial little person. He didn't think he had the ability of the protagonists in the mouth of the storytellers, and could play pigs and eat tigers, beat these guys who were looking for trouble, and then waved his sleeves to leave everyone with a surprised back.

"Thirty spirit stones, are you soaking the money from the old man? Leave all the valuable things on you? Otherwise, you won't think of leaving today!" The strong man sneered, and his muscles on his face became a little ferocious again.

Yang Tian didn't want to cause trouble, nor could he cause trouble, but when he heard the threat of the strong man, his face slowly became cold. The spiritual medicine on his body was his last hope. If he could not remove the elixir, he could only stay in the Zhou family for the rest of his life, and be a slave-like spiritual farmer, but he would die for a lifetime. Therefore, he could not hand over the spiritual medicine! Feeling the coldness of the spiritual medicine on his body, Yang Tian's eyes also became cold.

"No!" Yang Tian said in a deep voice.

The strong man raised his eyebrows, and he didn't expect that this kid would refuse. He snorted coldly: "Looking for death!" His extremely thick arms spread out, and his palms were like a knife, and he slashed towards Yang Tian, ​​with a faint sound of wind. He had already seen that this kid was only the fourth level of Qi refining. If it weren't for this, they wouldn't dare to bully him at will. If they really met those foundation-building cultivators, they wouldn't dare to come forward with the courage of them.

"Eighth Level of Qi Refining!" Yang Tian's eyes tightened in vain. He knew that he was not capable of fighting. He stepped on his feet and flowed with wishes. He avoided it at the critical moment, but the strong wind still slashed across his arms and opened a bloody mouth.

The strong man was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, this boy was a little more capable. He became angry and became even more fierce and ruthless. He cut his palms horizontally, and there was a sound of gold and stone. This time he really slashed on his body, which would probably be a serious injury.

"Stop!" An angry shout came from the crowd, and a figure almost instantly came to the front, slapped the knife with a "slap". The man with a fierce aura on his face suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning. He took a few steps back before stabilizing his body.

The big man fixed his body and was about to curse, but suddenly he saw a figure in front of him. His eyes suddenly opened, and he showed a look of panic. He quickly restrained his momentum, changed into a respectful look, and stood there with his eyebrows down and his ears: "Senior Zhang!"

The casual cultivators of the accomplices were cursing and rushing to help. I don’t know how many times I have done this kind of thing, so I am naturally familiar with it. As soon as I rushed halfway, I saw my boss like a wilted eggplant, stunned, and had a weird shape. I couldn’t say it was ridiculous. When I saw the young monk in white in front of me, I was so scared that his face looked like a slut, sweating coldly, and I didn’t know what to do.
Chapter completed!